Wade Wilson's pupils shrank. He understood that they had been discovered, and Wesley Gibson was waiting for them here. He looked around hurriedly. "It seems that you have an ambush. Just do it. I can't wait." As he spoke, his hand didn't stop. He pulled out another samurai sword.
In his opinion, the other party must have a large number of gunmen lying in ambush, so that they could use dense bullets to destroy them. Meanwhile, he had two knives in his hand and combined with his ability, he could completely shoot the bullets back. The encirclement might not be able to kill him. After all, Wesley Gibson was here, and they could not use powerful weapons.
Wesley, on the other hand, laughed. "Hehe, there's no need to wait. I'm alone here. I've asked the security guards to retreat into the base."
"Impossible. Do you think you can kill all of us alone?" Wade Wilson's first reaction was disbelief. "If you really think that, then I have to sue you. Your choice is wrong. Do you know why?" At this point, his double blades danced and he attacked Wesley again.
Wesley clenched his hands in front of him and then stretched them to the sides. A blue stick appeared. He hadn't used this in a long time. Wade Wilson stared at Wesley with his mouth open. "What… what is this?"
"Magic, what do you think?" Wesley said with a smile.
"Magic?" Wade Wilson couldn't tell whether Wesley was telling a joke or a lie, and Wesley knew that the truth is often the hardest to believe. He also gave the other party a chance to directly hit him in the head.
Wade Wilson hurriedly crossed his swords and raised them. Just as they were about to attack, William Stryker and the others arrived. "What's going on? We didn't succeed. Victor, go and help. The others…" He couldn't continue. Wesley took out a glowing blue stick and fought Wade Wilson.
"Damn it, what kind of ability is this?" William Stryker roared in exasperation. He now knows why he was irritated. The other party has a powerful guy here, but can he be stronger than their team? "Zero, kill him."
Zero was a super-gunner with a powerful jumping ability and a godly marksmanship. He took out two silver pistols and fired continuously. The angle of his shots was behind Wesley. It was so simple that he did not care.
Wesley suddenly reached back with one hand and a beautiful blue pattern appeared in Wesley's hand. The bullets all hit it, which surprised everyone. Wesley withdrew the stick formed by his magic and turned to look at them.
"Not bad. You're all here. William Stryker, do you know what you're doing?" Wesley asked.
"Of course I know. If I kill you, there will be a new master here, and no one will fight us for a dead person," William Stryker said.
'The story is written by the winner, yes?'
"Yes, your explanation is very appropriate. As a military team, we received the information. As for the content, I haven't made it up yet. We'll talk about it after this mission is completed."
"Well, that's a good idea. Come on, I'll show you what you're capable of." Wesley gestured with his hands. They couldn't understand it, but then two wheels unfolded like a fan with an upward handle in the center. Wesley used one in each hand, which was the magic weapon that Ancient One was best at.
"What kind of ability is this?" William Stryker asked suspiciously.
"Magic, do you really think that there are only mutants in the world? You underestimate the world." After Wesley said that, he directly jumped and the two-handed wheel spun and directly attacked Zero.
Zero backed away quickly. He shook both guns and two empty magazines fell to the ground. Then he threw both guns upward and took out two magazines with both hands and inserted them precisely. He aimed the guns at Wesley. This time he attacked up and down, shooting the face and the legs at the same time.
Wesley smiled disdainfully. The wheel in his right hand shook and suddenly grew several times larger, like a huge shield. Zero's eyes widened, but it was too late. Wesley closed in on him. The wheel shrank and sliced across Zero's throat.
It was a one-shot kill. Neither of them was slow, and no one else had time to help them. "What kind of monster is this?" a black man said. Wesley looked over. This guy could teleport and had no other skills. He could be killed first.
"Roar…" A figure pounced on Wesley. Wesley didn't even turn his head and kicked back. Victor's body flew out as if he had been hit by a heavy tank. He was indeed not afraid of pain. His physical recovery was very fast. He stood up again.
"Not a bad recovery ability. You better have broken three ribs just now. If anyone can leave alive today, it might be you." Wesley swung his two wheels and rushed towards William Stryker.
"Block him." William Stryker is just an ordinary person. He doesn't have the slightest ability, but he has his rights. Wesley finds this ironic.
The "tutututu" assault rifle opened fire and the black man fired at Wesley. Wesley blocked with a single wheel, but then forced himself to come from behind. The black man changed position and Wesley continued to block, his steps never stopping.
The black man continued to change direction, and at that moment, the others joined in the shooting. Wesley's arms swung up and he kept dialing bullets, the same action as Wade Wilson, except that his wheel defense was larger.
Gunfire filled the air, and sparks flew around Wesley. The wheel could block bullets, but it wouldn't ricochet, which was a shame, but Wesley didn't care about that. He was still walking toward William Stryker, and William Stryker was terrified.
He kept retreating and walked down the beach step by step. At this time, the telekinetic controller among them used his ability. He moved the motor on a rubber boat and smashed it down from above.
At the same time, the others did not stop shooting. Wesley had to say that he had chosen his point well, but… Wesley would simply stop the bullets and let them hit him, and the one-handed wheel would simply push aside the falling motor.
"Did I say that I'm afraid of bullets?" Wesley looked at their interesting expressions teasingly. When the bullets fell on Wesley, they could hear what sounded like metal hitting metal, which made them a little desperate.