Secrets
Stark watched the Flaming Skeleton pose with one hand on his holstered pistol, looking like he was begging to get punched...
"Fuck, Russell!"
Russell let the flames around him die down, revealing a devastatingly handsome bastard. He grinned at Alvin. "Want a ride?"
Alvin smiled and waved him off. "No, Fox and the others will be here to pick us up soon.
"Go on, take care of whatever you need to. And remember to take out all those giant snakes!
"I'll remind Boss Stark to give you a raise."
As he spoke, Alvin watched Russell's irritatingly smug grin. He kept smiling amiably as he quietly kicked Stark in the shin twice and whispered, "Shoot him, shoot him..."
Stark waved his arms as if he wanted to say something, but a missile on his forearm suddenly went off. It skimmed past Russell's head and streaked into the rainforest opposite them, blasting a small python to pieces.
Stark held out his hands and looked at Russell, whose expression hadn't changed. "Oh, my suit was damaged when I was fighting that God of Slaughter earlier. Sorry if I startled you."
A "guileless" smile appeared on Russell's old face. He shrugged unconcernedly and said with a grin, "No problem. You're the boss."
As he spoke, the speedboat Russell was piloting suddenly burst into flames. The ordinary machine gun mounted on it inexplicably turned into some kind of wonder weapon. A few bursts of large-caliber incendiary rounds swept across the river, blowing apart several giant snakes and sending their mangled remains floating on the surface.
Russell looked at Stark's sour expression and spread his hands with a smile. "My gun acts up now and then, but it still knows how to hit the big game.
"It's a gift!"
Alvin held back the furious Stark