After a battle that had been almost entirely one-sided, the scene was an absolute mess...
As Alvin made his way across a battlefield strewn with mangled chunks of flesh, he complained to Ivan and the others over the comms. "Dude, those pieces of junk you brought are lumberjack tools...
We have money now!
Can't you come up with something a little more advanced?
Stark already has a solution with the Electromagnetic Rifle, and you still want to rely on chainsaws to kill all the enemies?"
Ivan was silent for a moment, then said, "Maybe I was born to be a lumberjack in Siberia...
Alvin, there's nothing wrong with going back to 'primitive' methods when we run into enemies that gunpowder can't handle.
At least they work!"
Alvin accidentally stepped on half of a disgusting black face, then shook the black fluid off his boot and said helplessly, "No, Ivan!
You still don't understand. We've run into a problem...
If you can't come up with a solution, I can't agree to you staying here.
I can't watch you and your fearless old buddies go into battle in those 'logging trucks'...
Dude, you're my friend. Keeping my friends' friends safe is something I have to think about!"
After Alvin finished speaking, Ivan, who was gathering up the intact Eight-Legged Robots, fell silent for a moment. Then he suddenly said, "Alvin, has anyone ever told you that you're a really good friend?"
Alvin bumped fists with JJ as he passed, then laughed into the comms. "Maybe, but nobody's ever said it to my face.
Maybe we should have a drink together later, and then you can tell me to my face...
I'll mark today on my calendar, because a Russian with only one kidney confessed his feelings to me today!"
Ivan let out