radicalducati Chapter 61 God gave you weapons so that you could be self-sufficient
Chapter 61 God gave you weapons so that you could be self-sufficient
A stone chamber filled with the smoke of gunpowder.
Scattered flames flickered as Mark returned to the area affected by the explosion.
The acrid smell of burning corpses filled Mark's nostrils, and he quickly covered his mouth and nose before rushing out of the stone chamber.
Outside the stone chamber, the scene that greeted him made his expression change.
Corpses, a huge crater, scattered metal fragments—it was all a scene of utter devastation.
"Damn it, did S.H.I.E.L.D. take out the Ten Rings beforehand?"
He panicked and quickly turned on his communicator to contact Wade.
"Hey, what happened?"
"Oh, Mark, my partner, you've finally appeared."
Wade's tone was one of helplessness.
"I have bad news for you. After you went missing, those agents sent a lot of people to break into this place, and Stark has been rescued by them."
"What?"
Mark's face turned ashen. "These bastards, how could they have possibly breached the Ten Rings' territory without me?"
"That's right, they're a bunch of bitches."
"Bitch, don't call others bitches."
"OK."
Before long, the two finally met.
Mark plopped down on the scorched earth, his face filled with utter despair.
"Our ten million dollars are gone just like that."
He wanted to cry.
Wade comforted him, saying, "It's okay. We failed this time, but we'll have another chance."
"next time?"
Mark pouted. "There won't be a next time. After this, no one can kidnap Tony."
"Then we can take on other missions."
"This kind of opportunity doesn't come every time."
Mark sighed, got up, and patted his backside.
"Let's go and see if there's anything valuable left here, something that can at least make up for the emotional loss."
As he spoke, he began searching the battlefield, stuffing the relatively intact firearms into his game inventory.
Before long, seeing that it was almost time, Mark led Wade away from the valley.
Outside the valley, the bald man, Sitwell, stood under the helicopter, smiling as he waited for the two.
"Hey, thanks for coming all this way to help. Even though you didn't succeed, at least you were involved, so Stark told me to take you back to New York."
Mark was furious when he saw that face.
"Thank you and your whole family!"
He didn't give the other party a friendly look and jumped onto the helicopter with Wade.
This guy looks like a Hydra spy.
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New York, 10 p.m.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Building, Airport.
Mark and Wade met with Nick Fury and others.
"Strange, it seems like they're waiting for me?" Mark frowned.
Wade quickly explained, "It must be because our outstanding action and execution capabilities are no less than those of their top agents, and they want to recruit us."
Upon hearing this, Mark rolled his eyes at the other person.
"It's just me who's outstanding, what does that have to do with you?"
"I'm the best mercenary in New York, don't underestimate me."
"I'm still the paladin of millions of girls' dreams!"
Mark walked toward Nick Fury and the others as he spoke.
"We'll split it in half when we meet. Just give me five million US dollars," he said, holding out his hand.
Nick Fury glanced at Natasha.
Natasha stepped forward and smiled, "I know what you mean, but I'm sorry, we didn't ask for any payment for rescuing Stark; it was just our job."
"A generous gift of crab!"
"Mr. Mark, please don't use foul language."
Natasha changed the subject, "Although there's no reward, because of your outstanding performance this time, the Commander has decided to officially hire you as our senior agent, with a six-figure annual salary..."
"You stole my business and now you want me to work for you? Die!"
Mark left a message, activated the Dragon Wings, and dragged Wade away into the night sky.
Shortly after, he landed with Wade on Third Street in Hell's Kitchen.
On the street, a homeless man huddled in a cardboard box felt a gust of wind and a dazzling holy light slowly descending.
Gazing at Mark, who held the dragon-slaying sword in the holy light, the group of homeless people felt as if they were seeing God.
"Oh my God, it's God."
"God, please give me bread and milk."
"I need a big hamburger..."
Mark landed, and the dragon wings behind him retracted.
"We don't have hamburgers, so here you'll get these."
He took several pistols out of his game backpack.
"Self-reliance leads to abundance."
He left a message and led Wade to the Sfield Estate.
Kingpin, who was just about to deal with the incident, saw Mark outside the manor gate.
"Mark Parker, I knew you'd come looking for me."
Kingpin got out of the car and looked at Mark with a confident expression.
"Your decision is correct."
"No, I'm just here to discuss business."
Mark threw all the guns from his backpack onto the ground.
Kingpin, seeing this, maintained his smile.
"You're not going to be a paladin anymore, you've switched to the arms trade?"
Clearly, he was keeping a close eye on Mark.
I also know about the so-called paladins.
Mark shrugged. "I need money, and you'll have to give me a good price."
"no problem."
Kingpin readily agreed.
For his underground kingdom, the more firearms the better.
He had the weapons inspected and gave Mark a good price.
"Because there aren't many, and they're all secondhand old models, some of which haven't even had time to be serviced, I'll only give you a maximum of 5 yuan. You've gotten a good deal," Kingpin said frankly.
Mark didn't waste any time; after receiving the money, he immediately gave Wade 20,000 dollars.
"All done, see you another day."
He parted ways with Wade and then returned to Black Street.
He first gave Ben Parker 30,000 yuan and told him to find workers to do the work the next day.
An additional room can be built on the roof.
After doing all this, Mark returned to his bedroom to rest.
Tonight, he didn't enter the game to embark on the demon-hunting journey with Bruce.
He was heartbroken after losing a large sum of money.
It wasn't until the next morning, after a good night's sleep, that Mark recovered.
"Squeak~"
He opened the window and took a deep breath into the warm sunlight.
Today is another beautiful day.
Just then, Mary Jane next door heard the noise, and she suddenly pushed open the window and shouted something to Mark out of the blue.
"I'm here, I've always been here!"
mark:"????"
Mary Jane: "........."
The two looked at each other, and an awkward atmosphere spread.
"Uh~ Good morning!" Mary Jane greeted awkwardly.
She waited a long time, and finally Spider-Man reappeared.
But this time, Spider-Man doesn't seem to be planning to summon Bruce.
She miscalculated.
Mark replied with a "Good morning," and then saw a red sports car driving by on the side of the road.
It's Gwen.
Mark turned and went downstairs.
Hey, good morning!
"morning."
Gwen responded with a smile.
"Great paladin, are you planning to go to school today?" she asked.
Mark nodded. "Of course, I have nothing else to do besides going to school."
"Let's go then!"
The two got into the car, and the red sports car sped through the streets.
As Mark passed by Stark Tower, he saw a group of reporters crowding the intersection, and he was reminded of his sad memories.
At the red light, Gwen stepped on the brakes and chatted casually with Mark.
"Tony Stark is back in New York and is holding a press conference."
"I know."
Mark glanced at the playboy surrounded by reporters and silently lowered his head.
Ten million! Ten million...
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, interrupting Mark's sentimentality.
A piercing scream erupted from the crowd.
"Protect Mr. Stark!!"
As the crowd stirred, Mark suddenly perked up.
Ten million! Ten million!
Another opportunity has arisen.
"Protect Stark!!!"
Mark immediately charged into the crowd at the top of his lungs.
This time, I'm going to take back everything I've lost!