The Gun Club

Alvin made his way down the elevator shaft and broke into the basement level. It was a warehouse-like place, filled with all kinds of vehicles.

After taking dozens of bullets at the elevator entrance and easily killing more than a dozen enemies, Alvin looked over his handiwork with satisfaction. Then he glanced at the numerous Cobra planes and dozens of black Humvees parked there and said into his Communicator, "Stark, get Happy to organize a transport team and bring them over. I'm about to get rich! How much does one of Cobra's planes go for?"

A fierce burst of gunfire came from Stark's end. Dr. Banner, who sounded nervous, was probably with him. He shouted in alarm, "Focus, Stark! Don't let the Hulk out..."

Alvin didn't want to disturb his companions any further. He saw a passageway in the distance, with a large group of enemies charging out of it. They raised all kinds of assault rifles and poured fire in his direction.

Seeing his spoils of war getting battered with a clatter, Alvin winced and summoned his three great vines, sending them rushing toward the clueless enemies.

The smooth metal floor gave the vines a little trouble, but it wasn't a big deal. These low-intelligence vines knew how to fight to their strengths.

The Golden Vine, which should have been the most advanced of them, wrapped one end of its body around Alvin's left arm and put down roots there, whipping and stabbing at any enemies within reach.

The Corpse-Eater Vine was much more aggressive. Without the slightest hesitation, it expanded its body to about two meters in diameter, then forced its way into a passageway with its gaping maw full of spinning, razor-sharp teeth. Judging by the screams coming from inside, the people in there were in for