The TV station had also locked onto the location of the last group of teammates. Tony didn't go over, and simply took the time to watch the video while he killed as many people as he could.
This was that ninja team.
Tony's understanding of Japanese culture basically came from the movies that teenagers watched, and ninjas were naturally mentioned the most.
He wasn't too interested in this kind of profession that covered their faces, and he couldn't agree with their lack of technological intelligence, so he didn't have a very good impression of them.
But at that moment, the five midgets on the screen were all extremely brave.
In particular, four of them were especially broad and thick. They were wearing antique armor, and charged around like small tanks as they beat up the Experimentals into abstract paintings.
Tony felt that there had to be something wrong with his understanding of ninjas.
Weren't ninjas supposed to hide like Lady Death, who used assassination to complete their missions?
These people … were probably gladiators in their previous lives, but had they reincarnated in this life?
Thinking that, he couldn't help but send a message on the communication channel. "Little Tony, aim at the camera and smile."
On the screen, one of the midgets was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and looked around, before he smashed an Experimental into pieces. "Huh? Where's the camera? "
In the communication channel: "…"
This time, Luke couldn't be bothered to say anything.
To be honest, it was a little troublesome for him to protect these little turtles. They were too innocent.
Since Tony liked to tease the little turtles, he had to be mentally prepared to be their nanny.
It was like how people who raised cats and dogs had to be mentally prepared to be shit-shoveling officers.
The more adorable the pet was, the more patient the shit-shoveling officer had to be.
In any case, it wouldn't be a loss for Tony as a godfather to take in a technical little turtle as his godson.
As the saying went, a technical otaku with a technical turtle son would definitely be happy.
Tony, who didn't know that he had inexplicably "gained" a turtle son because of his cheap mouth, was very satisfied at that moment.
Overall, his temporary teammates were pretty good.
Some of them made his back run cold, some made his bones itch, and some made him want to stomp on their faces, but in the end, they were all above average.
He stopped being distracted and started to focus on killing.
He was now in the top five. The top four were Team Ninja, Big Dipper, Batman, and Beast.
Even if he was the last to enter, Tony felt that he had to be in the top three to prove his strength in front of his temporary teammates.
Moreover, he relied on his brains and skills to make a living. There was basically no one in this group of temporary teammates who could compare with him in this aspect.
His efficiency in killing players was much higher than others because of his many long-range high-tech attacks.
City special operations was a problem he had deeply experienced when he first met Batman.
Before they set off this time, Batman had sent over detailed information on the Experimental. Jarvis had already given them the most cost-effective configuration plan.
A small number of tracking stun grenades were used for emergency rescue, and a large number of smaller but stronger anesthetic grenades were used in conjunction with the net guns and grappling hooks. As long as the Experimentals were slowed down or immobilized, they would be able to flatten them with a single kick.
Watching the battles of his temporary teammates also gave him some inspiration.
Sometimes, he didn't insist on kissing the test subject's leg and just casually smashed it into the ground. As long as the test subject's entire body was crushed into pieces, the mission would still be considered completed.
Tony was feeling great as he watched his kill count climb and approach 200. Suddenly, there was a clanging sound from the building next to him, and a few black shadows crashed out of a third-floor window.
The silver blade was like a waterfall. Taking advantage of the fact that both sides were in the air, it exploded and slashed at the three Experimentals that were surrounding him.
Bam!
The black figure knelt on one knee and raised the long blade in his hand. Bam!
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The three lumpy bodies of the Experimentals rained down around him and formed an irregular circle around him.
Tony: "WTF!"
Tonight, he had seen the flashy Octopus Electric Cable, and had thought that it was a masterpiece.
But he hadn't expected that there would be an even more pretentious … Uh, Brother Black?
Looking at the blurry figure in the dark and the black leather trench coat, the tycoon subconsciously asked, "Jarvis, what's the temperature in New York right now?"
"Sir, due to the good weather over the last two days, the current temperature is 28 degrees, which is close to the highest in history," Jarvis immediately replied.
Tony said, "Wearing a leather trench coat at 27 degrees. Won't he get heat rashes?"
Jarvis said, "The heat detector shows that his body temperature is lower than a normal person's even when he's exercising vigorously."
Tony glanced at the thermal image and saw that there was only a pale yellow figure on it. He exclaimed in surprise, "Not a normal person? Could it be … "
He immediately sent a message in the communication channel. "I have an unlucky guy wearing a leather trench coat on a hot day. He's using a katana and his posture is very exaggerated. Does anyone know him?"
After a brief silence, Batman said, "I might know him."
Tony curled his lip. He wasn't surprised at all. "Then it's none of my business. A TV helicopter is coming."
After confirming that they wouldn't fight this new hero, he asked Fu to switch to a suitable TV signal.
A moment later, Fu projected himself, and Luke immediately recognized who this unlucky guy was — Daywalker Eric Brooks.
However, this was a pure vampire hunter. He basically only attacked vampires and their servants, and had almost no contact with ordinary humans.
But on the live stream, this guy was chasing after a few Experimentals and chopping them into pieces.
Coupled with the video that Tony had just sent, the Daywalker had already killed seven or eight Experimentals.
Puzzled, Luke didn't go over himself, and his clone, Big Dipper, was closer.
In less than a minute, Big Dipper arrived. The Daywalker had killed another two Experimentals and was sheathing his saber.
Big Dipper's appearance was silent, but it didn't escape the Daywalker's sharp senses. He turned around and asked, "Who are you?"
Luke said, "A passerby, but I have a friend who knows you. Rome, Night Devil John Wick. Do you remember him? "
The Daywalker frowned. "What do you want?"
The Night Devil had helped him a little and killed three vampires. He wasn't a friend, but he wasn't an enemy either.
Luke said, "I've heard of you. You specialize in hunting vampires. Why are you killing these Experimentals?"
The Daywalker was stunned. "Experimentals?"
Luke said, "These are biological weapons created by Sachs Corporation. The corporation's CEO was just captured tonight, and his accomplices launched this aerial attack. We've already killed hundreds of them, and there aren't many left now. "
The Daywalker's expression turned ugly. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I don't know what you're talking about, but I can smell the stench of vampires in their bodies."
Luke frowned. "When vampires die, they turn into ashes, right?"
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