"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The gunshots were mixed with sparks, pouring on Mark like a storm.
However, Mark did not dodge and let the bullets hit his body.
After loading the toughened tissue ability, his skin and even his internal organs turned into a rare carbon steel alloy, whose hardness was second only to adamantium and vibranium.
These few pistols were not enough to hurt Mark, so Mark didn't need to dodge at all.
"What...what kind of monster is this!" Seeing that the bullets had no effect at all, several people immediately panicked.
It can be said that the scene just now completely exceeded their understanding of this world.
Several people continued to shoot and yelled frantically into the walkie-talkie.
"What! Are you drunk? How could this happen? This is totally...unscientific, right?" The voice on the intercom had some laughter at first, but after hearing the intensive gunfire, it gradually became low.
Mark pursed his lips and smiled, holding the dagger tightly in his hand, like an elegant dancer, he crossed the cutting line formed by the bullets at an incredible speed, and rushed towards the few people like a ghost.
Several security guards were sweating profusely, their hands holding guns trembling uncontrollably. Is this speed really something a human can do?
What's worse is that at this moment, the last magazine of the gun in their hands was used up.
Mark stood in front of them, with a strange smile on his face: "You must not have seen God yet? I believe you will see him soon!"
The next moment, the dagger in Mark's hand slashed across a person's throat like a poisonous snake, and a beautiful blood flower bloomed in the air.
However, the speed of the dagger did not decrease. In just a few breaths, several fresh corpses appeared on the ground, twitching slightly occasionally.
After wiping the blood off the dagger, Mark picked up the intercom on the ground. An anxious voice kept coming out of it: "What's going on? Why aren't you talking?"
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid they will never be able to speak again. I just sent them to see God!" Mark said coldly.
"You...who are you?"
"Don't worry about that, because you'll be like them soon. Tell Perce to clean his neck and wait for me!"
"Are you the one...?"
Mark didn't have the patience to continue, so he cut off the power of the walkie-talkie and threw it behind him casually.
At this moment in the villa, Perth's face was frighteningly gloomy. He heard clearly what was said on the intercom just now.
He couldn't have imagined that the other party would come to his door so quickly, and he would find him directly!
"Boss, what should we do now?" The security captain who was holding the walkie-talkie next to him looked at Perth, his face also pale.
"Take people to stop him, support will arrive soon." Perth took a deep breath and said calmly.
He quickly took out his cell phone and called again and again, but no matter how many times he called, no one answered.
"Damn it!" Perth angrily threw his phone to the ground. At this moment, he could no longer remain calm.
Almost all the top executives lost contact at this moment? How is this possible!
At this moment, he immediately thought of the worst possible scenario and hurriedly picked up his phone again.
"Boss, what's going on?" After a busy tone, Hopkins' voice came on the phone.
"Tell me quickly, did you find that thing in Barnard's house?" Perth asked almost roaring.
Hopkins was stunned and answered in confusion: "I have sent someone there. I just made several calls but couldn't get through."
The last glimmer of hope in Perth's eyes disappeared without a trace after getting this answer. His body seemed to be drained of all vitality and he collapsed directly on the chair.
"It's over... It's all over!"
The gunshots around the villa continued for a long time. When everything calmed down, Mark walked into the gate of the villa with calm steps.
In the empty hall, only Perth, who looked like a dead body, was left, waiting for the end of his life.
He looked at Mark walking towards him and suddenly laughed wildly. The laughter echoed in the empty villa, so miserable.
"I lost! You can kill me, but tell me first, how did I provoke you?" Perth stared at Mark with a hoarse voice, this question still lingering in his mind.
However, Mark was too lazy to pay attention to him or take any action. Instead, he called Natasha.
"Natasha, it's all done, come and catch him."
Just like Mark thought, Natasha's ultimate goal was Perth, so they successfully reached a cooperation.
As for what Perth had done to deserve their intervention, Mark was too lazy to delve into it.
Natasha went to the Black Jack Club before to secretly investigate the leader behind the Black Mask, but she didn't expect Mark to break in halfway.
They were originally planning to torture Bernard, but after they found the account books and telephone book that had been handed over in his home, he confessed.
A moment later, Natasha, wearing a black tights, came into the villa with a team.
"You really gave me a big surprise!" Natasha yawned and patted Mark on the shoulder to express her gratitude.
The people she brought with her took Perth away, and after a search, they also took away Perth's family who were hiding upstairs.
"How much money did this damn old man embezzle?" Mark looked around the six-story villa, sat on the chair cursing, and casually took out a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet next to him.
Mark took out two wine glasses and poured one for Natasha and himself: "Ms. Natasha, why don't we have a drink to celebrate?"
Natasha rolled her eyes and said angrily: "You are indeed not a gentleman. How can a man invite a beautiful woman to drink and then use something so strong right from the start!"
Mark was stunned, patted his head, smiled awkwardly, and found a bottle of fine red wine in the wine cabinet.
"Beautiful Miss Natasha, can you have a drink with the handsome guy in front of you?" Mark smiled and raised his glass.
Natasha smiled slightly and clinked her wine glass with Mark's. "Not very handsome."
Mark didn't care. If she really praised him for being handsome, then she would not be the Black Widow he knew.
The two drank and chatted casually about Perth and the Gotham City Police Department, but halfway through the drink, Natasha suddenly looked at Mark coldly.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Mark felt a little uncomfortable. Why did this woman look like she wanted to eat someone?
Natasha raised her glass and took a sip, then said, "I was wondering if you can come with me to S.H.I.E.L.D. if you have time. My commander wants to see you."