In the desert, a military yellow-green Jeep Wrangler off-road vehicle left conspicuous tire marks on the desert and was driving towards a gathering place for humans.
"Drive well. Even if you have a gun, you can't move faster than I want to kill you."
He-El was sitting in the passenger seat, as indifferent as Bleach, and reminded him with a slightly different Arabic.
He frowned, lightly touched the blood on his waist with his left hand, and took a look.
Fortunately, the bullet did not go too deep and was caught in the muscles of the waist. The amount of blood seemed to be quite large, but under He-El's control of the muscles, it did not affect the ability to move.
"Lord, don't kill me, can you please don't kill me?"
The man in the driver's seat was trembling slightly, sweating profusely with horror, trembling with uncontrollable fear, holding the steering wheel with his hands, breathing heavily and not even daring to look at He-El's face. He looked at the road ahead with fear, and drove by relying on familiar memory instincts.
He-El really scared him out of his wits.
He had never seen anyone being able to dodge a bullet. He simply ran towards his companions and killed them.
He has never seen such a fierce person.
He almost wanted to cry. You could dodge bullets, so why did you get shot when he shot you?
Are you kidding me?
Man, be more confident, you almost killed a Stellar-class strong man, this is something worth bragging about for the rest of your life.
Although this life will end soon.
He-El ignored him and saw the scabbard hanging on his waist and tied to his leg. He reached over and pulled out the dagger with a black metal alloy handle, which belonged to SAS.
The man driving the car was startled, the steering wheel bent, and the Jeep Wrangler off-road vehicle shook greatly. If He-El hadn't known that he was really scared, he would have thought he was trying to play tricks and control the vehicle to escape.
"Calm down, go to the gathering place, I'll let you run for 5 seconds first." He-El said calmly and calmly sitting in the passenger seat.
The man holding the steering wheel tightened his hands, and suddenly felt as if he had been given a gift. He was moved by fear in his heart, and burst into tears, "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."
He had experienced He-El being like an invisible ferocious beast, and his murderous aura seemed to be overwhelming and suffocating his body. He and a companion fired at him with an HK416 automatic rifle, but could not hit anyone at all, and he even killed his companion.
He-El made him feel that a tyrannosaurus, a ferocious beast, was beside him, ready to devour him at any time.
If you have time to run, let a man-eating beast show mercy and give you five seconds.
He is really grateful.
Under his control, the Jeep Wrangler off-road vehicle moved smoothly towards the base of Freedom Fighters.
"Fire!"
He-El took a look at the SAS and FS Dagger in his hand. The surface of the blade was baked in black paint at high temperature and opened on both sides.
The man in the driver's seat quickly took his hands off the steering wheel and nervously took out a gold-colored lighter with a beautiful shape and a shiny golden surface from his clothes.
Whether it's SAS's FS Dagger, or this gold-colored, beautifully forged lighter with a shiny golden surface, or the Stark Industries weapon in the back compartment, they are all incompatible with their aura.
"Tell me, who are you, what have you done recently, and what is the Stark Industries weapon behind the car seat? The more you tell me, the more complete it will be, and I will give you a few more seconds."
The lighter was delicate and smooth, made of pure gold, and was obviously a valuable item. He-El opened the lighter with a 'pop', and blue flames came out of the lighter. He burned the tip of the FS Dagger blade on the lighter flame and said.
The man said a few words before he came to his senses. Five seconds was obviously not enough for him to survive. In order to fight for a longer life, he had no sense of confidentiality and said quickly:
"Freedom Fighters, we are Freedom Fighters, Obadiah Stan of Stark Industries made a deal with us to help them achieve their goals. He wants us to attack and massacre a military convoy.
We went to attack.
But it was discovered that the convoy included Stark Industries CEO Tony · Stark, Obadiah · Stan wanted us to kill him.
We didn't kill.
This lighter is Tony·Stark.
We shot a video and notified Obadiah Stan, asking him to increase the money.
At the same time, he forced Tony·Stark to manufacture his newly invented Jericho missile for us.
I all know that I participated in the attack on the military convoy, and now Tony·Stark is making weapons at our base.
Please, I promise what I said is true, please let me go."
He seemed really afraid of death and poured out everything he knew.
"Okay then, I'll give you five seconds and you'll have ten seconds to escape." He-El said calmly.
Although I had some guesses when I saw the words Stark Industries on the weapon in the rear compartment, when I actually came to Marvel, He-El still felt a little troubled.
Marvel Universe is a world that is not inferior to DC Universe.
With the current limit of mortal body and strength left by Omega Effect Curse, there really isn't much that can be done.
It is especially difficult to face powerful enemies head-on.
Maybe just one look at Thanos, and you will be shaken to pieces by the ripples caused by the battle between Thanos and Captain Marvel.
"What could it be that can eliminate the influence of Omega Effect on me?"
He-El pondered carefully, guessing which of the items in Marvel could eliminate the influence of Omega Effect Curse.
Traversal Vortex's self-rescue must be that Marvel Universe has something that can solve Omega Effect, so he came to this Marvel Universe.
These can be left to be tested later.
On the contrary, currently, integrating into Avengers is an excellent choice.
He-El pointed the hot FS Dagger blade at the wound on his stomach and glanced at Stark Industries's weapon in the carriage.
The man driving the Jeep Wrangler off-road vehicle was frightened and angry.
I've told everything I know.
Can't you let me go?
Only five seconds added!!
Only ten seconds, enough time for me to escape to where?
You devil, you actually enjoy killing people who run away, you are not a human being!!!
He was a little angry, but when he squinted and saw He-El's expressionless face, he calmly inserted the hot FS Dagger sharp blade into his abdomen, picked out the bullet, his face was as calm as if he was uninjured, and his eyebrows couldn't help but jump with a "sizzling" sound as it burned the skin and directly baked a scab to stop the bleeding.
The aroma and smoke of barbecue rose and filled the entire carriage.
Allah Ah, he is such a good person.
In fact, ten seconds was enough for him to run desperately to the bunker and hide. After all, bullets cannot turn.
The Jeep Wrangler off-road vehicle drove out of the desert and drove along the Gobi Mountains. From a distance, we saw the Gobi Mountains in the desert with the presence of people.