As the ground collapsed, Luke Cage had already pounced on the two men.
That's too fast, it completely defies the common sense of physics.
That's an exaggerated weight of several hundred kilograms; every step it took could crush the paving stones. This Beast ran with the ferocious stride of a cheetah pouncing on its prey.
"Spread!"
The Punisher's muscle memory, honed from years of walking the line between life and death, has taken over his body.
With a low growl, he slid to the side and back, raising his shotgun horizontally to lock onto the massive, dark mass of flesh directly in front of him, and pulled the trigger with a fierce motion.
The 12-gauge slug was fired at extremely close range, and the blinding muzzle flash briefly illuminated the dimly lit workshop.
This force can directly destroy a grizzly bear's heart, lungs, or central nervous system, causing devastating hemorrhage, and the grizzly bear will lose its ability to move within seconds.
But this guy remained unmoved.
"Fuck!"
The Punisher cursed under his breath and decisively dropped the spear.
Using the motion of throwing the gun, he rolled backward to create distance, and the large-caliber pistol was already pulled out from the outside of his thigh.
All three shots were aimed at the eyes, with impeccable accuracy, but it was still useless.
Those bloodshot eyes didn't blink once.
With firearms rendered useless, Daredevil cuts into the battlefield from his right-hand blind spot.
Using the puddles on the ground as a springboard, Billy's short stick swung straight in mid-air. With the momentum of his charge, he put all his strength into the tip of the stick and thrust it towards Luke's knee.
No matter how strong the human body is, the connections at the joints are relatively fragile; this is an ironclad rule of combat.
when!
The stick struck his knee, and the recoil traveled up his arm, splitting his hand open instantly.
It's as loud as hitting a bridge pier with a rolling pin.
Luke's arm swept across, and Daredevil ducked to avoid it.
The two pulled them apart, one on each side.
Luke stood there, tilting his head from side to side, his nostrils flaring, muffled sounds rolling in his throat, deciding which one to dismantle first.
There were no techniques, no rules; the attacks were all instinctive, involving grabbing, tearing, and smashing.
The Punisher's strong smell of Gunpowder and the provocation from his continuous firing successfully drew the Beast's full hatred.
Luke chose the Punisher.
He fired and retreated, firing pistol after pistol at the man's face, but still couldn't break through his defenses.
The magazine was empty, and the hand reloading was so fast it was almost a blur. In that half-second of space, Luke was already in front of him.
A slap.
Frank flew sideways, crashing through a brick wall, where he was half-buried by the falling bricks.
" Frank!"
Daredevil shouted.
He pressed the mechanism on the short stick, and a section of high-strength steel cable wrapped around the load-bearing roof beam above.
He was launched into the air like a swing, and using the force of gravity, he brought his feet together and kicked Luke in the back of the neck.
That kick landed squarely, but it was almost like kicking a truck tire full of cement.
Luke didn't even turn his neck; he grabbed with his backhand.
Daredevil, who was in mid-air, realized something was wrong and desperately twisted his waist, forcibly changing his trajectory in the air.
The large, calloused hand narrowly missed his side, but the turbulent air created by the palm strike still caused Daredevil to lose his balance.
Daredevil tumbled seven or eight meters after crashing to the ground before barely managing to regain his balance.
Daredevil braced himself on the ground, his mind a complete mess.
What exactly is this thing?
Is this really Luke Cage?
Even though Luke's skin was as hard as iron before, it was never this exaggerated!
What kind of weird stuff did that Joker- makeup lunatic inject him with?
"Hello!"
With a crash, the Punisher crawled out of the pile of bricks, spitting out a mouthful of blood and cursing, "Don't just stand there! You'll die!"
He pulled two cylindrical objects from his tactical vest and hurled them. Flash followed, and a smoke grenade spewed out thick smoke, completely engulfing the massive shadow.
Just as the two breathed a sigh of relief, a large hand emerged from the thick smoke, twisting the Punisher's rifle into a pretzel, and a second hand quickly followed, reaching out to grab it.
Frank dropped his gun and drew his knife, stabbing the tactical dagger into the soft spot of his wrist, but to no avail.
Luke swung the twisted gun barrel at the end.
Frank was sent flying again, this time crashing into a support pillar. He slid down the pillar and didn't get up for a long time.
The smoke dissipated.
Luke walked out, smoke dripping down his shoulders, the metal canister on his back bulging, the green liquid pumping rapidly, and the light in his veins rising and falling.
Daredevil stared at the jar.
" Frank, look at his back!"
Daredevil, panting, pointed behind him. "Pipes and cans, attack there!"
The Punisher leaned against a pillar to stand up, pulled out his last grenade from behind his waist, gritted his teeth, and pulled the pin.
"I'll count to three, then I'll entangle him."
Daredevil's heart skipped a beat; he roughly guessed what Daredevil was about to do.
What are you going to do?
"Open the can."
The grenade arced through the air, heading straight for Luke's back.
Daredevil pounced at the same moment, his two short sticks wrapping around Luke's arm, causing him to hang from it and fall in the opposite direction.
"Freeze me!"
Luke swung his arm.
Daredevil felt like he was a clod of dirt hanging on an excavator bucket, being flung into the air.
boom!
The grenade exploded near Luke's shoulder blade, the blast wave knocking both of them over.
Daredevil crashed onto the wreckage of the conveyor belt, and the buzzing in his left ear returned, instantly numbing most of his Radar Sense.
He propped himself up to feel the heartbeat.
Damn, it's still there!
As the smoke cleared, Luke stood there, the metal canister on his back tilted to one side, two tubes severed by shrapnel, and green liquid sprayed everywhere.
Blood gushed out from the cut.
I'm injured; this is the first time I've bled since the modifications.
Daredevil had just begun to feel a glimmer of hope when it was extinguished by the next scene.
Luke's veins, on the contrary, became even thicker.
"Damn it..."
The Punisher knelt a dozen meters away, his rifle and pistol gone, leaving him with only a tactical knife.
"Withdraw!"
The Punisher rolled out of the smoke and grabbed Daredevil's arm.
"What about him?!"
The Punisher won't take this lying down; staying means death, Deadman can't get justice.
He grabbed Daredevil and dragged him toward the door.
Daredevil was dragged along, staggering, and the heartbeat on the radar flickered between near and far.
Luke was chasing, chasing at a leisurely pace; only Beast has the leisure to stroll when it's certain its prey can't escape.
This composure was even more chilling than his strength.
Daredevil shrugged off the Punisher.
You go first.
"Are you fucking crazy?" Frank muttered angrily.
Daredevil turned around to face the enormous figure that emerged step by step from the smoke and dust, and tucked the two short sticks back into his waistband.
Empty hands.
"I want to see if there's any good person left."
Daredevil tilted his head back and shouted with all his might.
" Luke!"
" Luke Cage! Wake up!"
The enormous body that was approaching stopped.
0.3 seconds.
In less than a second, those bloodshot eyes flickered, revealing something else beneath the beastly light.
It hurts.
It was the pain of being tied to a chair and stabbed with hundreds of needles, then sawed for hours, without even having a chance to scream.
Daredevil, with his keen senses, "saw" that pain.
" Luke, it's me, from Hell's Kitchen..."
The remaining liquid in the metal can pumped wildly, and those eyes were once again filled with frenzy.
Luke let out a howl and pounced, moving so fast that radar could only catch a blur. His two iron-like arms had already clamped down on Daredevil.
In a dizzying moment, Daredevil was lifted upside down from the ground, higher and higher, until he was above Luke's head.
Blood rushed into his head, and he "saw" the moonlight leaking through the hole in the roof, and he "saw" his own blood dripping down his body.
I also saw that face so close to mine.