In the end, it was RIPD that pissed Phil off the most.
They clearly had weapons that could target them, but RIPD didn't give them more.
If each of his subordinates had a professional weapon, even if they only had twelve bullets each, they would be able to quickly suppress the situation. They wouldn't be as restrained as they were right now.
Although S.H.I.E.L.D. did take these things to do a little research, and both sides are well aware of the intention of counterfeiting, but this is human nature.
Just now, Phil had contacted RIPD to inform them about the undead monsters' rampage.
However, RIPD wasn't willing to deploy their manpower at the same time. Phil didn't even know how many people RIPD had sent to deal with this incident.
This kind of weird organization was really too troublesome! Phil cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do.
RIPD's executives were directly in touch with Nick Fury and the World Security Council, and Phil could only talk to their field workers.
But to be fair, he was actually equal to the director of RIPD's New York branch.
However, RIPD was too arrogant. Phil hadn't met any of their branch directors yet, and had only interacted with their basic operations personnel.
He had mentioned this to Nick Fury, and the usually calm and domineering director had a helpless expression on his face. He simply said, "We can't control them." That was the end of the topic.
As these thoughts flashed through Phil's mind, he couldn't help but roar into the comms, "Cheney, haven't you surrounded them yet?"
After a brief silence, there was a reply. "Boss, they're too cunning. They can walk on the walls and keep scurrying around the building. We can't stop them."
Phil said, "Then try harder. If you really can't stop them, force them out and give Jack a chance to shoot."
He couldn't waste any more time with these two dead monsters. Every second he wasted was the lives of innocent people.
Just as he was thinking about this, a black shadow glided through the air, kicked through a window with a bang, and crashed into the interior of the building.
Phil was shocked. "What's going on?"
There was another brief silence on the comms, before Cheney said in surprise, "Batman, Batman's here … Uh, he killed both the dead monsters."
Phil: "…"
His subordinates: "…"
How many f * cking seconds had passed?
It took less than five seconds for Batman to break in and for Cheney to speak.
Just now, these two cunning ghosts had been entangled with them for nearly five minutes.
While Phil and the sharpshooter were still dumbfounded, Luke had already jumped out of another window and slid in front of them. "Why are your people still using the net gun? Do you still want to catch him alive?"
Phil and his subordinates were depressed when they heard this question.
Phil was the one who explained the predicament of the lack of special firearms and ammunition for the dead.
The blood-red lenses on Luke's mask flashed. "That's the only question? Why didn't you say so earlier! "
As he spoke, he reached under his cloak and took out a bag from his inventory. He tossed it to the sharpshooter. "I bought a special 9mm bullet a few days ago. It can be used with ordinary guns. It can kill the dead in one shot."
Phil was shocked. "You have this thing … Huh? Did you just buy it? "
Luke nodded at him.
Phil immediately realized that this was a product from the Almighty Merchant!
Luke then looked at the mechanical gloves on Phil's hands. "Your marksmanship isn't that bad right now. You have to believe in 'yourself.'"
Phil noticed where Luke was looking and knew that he was reminding him to make good use of the mechanical gloves' auxiliary shooting function. He could only say with a bitter smile, "I didn't have enough bullets just now. I didn't dare waste them."
Luke nodded. "Inform your teammates that I'll replenish them with a batch of special ammunition on the way. Now isn't the time to be frugal." He then took off without waiting for Phil's reply.
If it wasn't to figure out why S.H.I.E.L.D. was so inefficient, he wouldn't have bothered to say anything to Phil.
In the next ten minutes or so, Luke followed the route that Fu had planned. While wiping out the dead, he also provided special ammunition to Phil's ten squads.
Each squad received two hundred rounds of special ammunition. Most of them were given to the best shooters, and the rest just had to keep a few as backups.
The threat of multiple firing points was different from that of a single firing point.
An effective firing point couldn't even outflank the enemy, and three to five people could easily force the enemy into a corner.
S.H.I.E.L.D. agents weren't too bad. Coupled with the net guns that they already had, the speed at which they wiped out the dead immediately skyrocketed.
Phil watched as the red dots on his phone quickly disappeared, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
At this rate, it would take at most thirty minutes to complete the cleanup operation, and the chaos of the dead would end in an hour.
Although it was a big problem, it was already a blessing that the worst outcome hadn't happened.
As Luke wiped out the dead along the way, he still felt a little pained when he saw the thousands of credit points he had lost in the system.
The bullets that he had provided to Phil had just been modified by the system in his inventory.
A few days ago, he had used his clone to take a blue bullet from the blonde woman. At that time, the system had notified him that he had received a special fusion mental energy that could be cloned.
After that, he had harassed the system and figured out what was going on.
To put it simply, the blue bullets that the old man and the others used were special products that had some special mental energy attached to them. They could be considered a "special mental" energy attack that was fired from a gun.
However, this attack was useless against normal humans, and only had a "one-hit kill" effect on the dead, who were immune to ordinary firearms.
This was also the reason why the dead weren't afraid of physical attacks but rarely caused trouble.
Their strongest point was their immortality, which was also their weakness that killed them with one shot.
After figuring this out, Luke asked the system to help him create "enchanted bullets," and Selina received a large batch.
The bullets themselves were the most ordinary kind. As long as he put them in his inventory, handed over credit points, and told the system how strong the "enchantment" was, the enchantment process would be over.
One round of enchantment cost at least twenty credit points.
This wasn't a processing fee charged by the system; it was just injecting the energy contained in the twenty credit points into the bullets.
In short, it was pay-to-win.
Although Luke wasn't earning credit slowly, it was much slower than making money.
Back when he earned a few thousand credit points a month, he was still earning tens of thousands of dollars a year as a detective. At most, he would occasionally earn a few million or so.
Now, it was very easy for him to earn more than ten thousand credit points a month, and he was worth tens of billions.
In comparison, he felt that the "gold" cost of these "enchanted" bullets was really painful.
By the time he sent two thousand enchanted bullets to ten teams of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, even though it was only the minimum standard of twenty points, 40,000 credit points were gone just like that.
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