Ron wanted to get to know the Hell Baron, but Natasha had a mission to find the Hulk first. After weighing the pros and cons, the helicopter had flown far away. In this minute, Ron made up his mind to get to know the Hell Baron first. He told Natasha to postpone the mission first. After all, Dr. Banner couldn't go anywhere else for a while.
Natasha did not refute Ron's words at all. She asked the pilot to land the Seahorse helicopter here and rest there, waiting for Ron to finish his sudden task.
Within a minute, the helicopter had flown several kilometers away from the place where they saw Hell Baron. Moreover, judging from their attire, it seemed inappropriate to greet them by helicopter.
There were no cars, shared bicycles, or other means of transportation around. He could only rely on his two 11s to walk.
Natasha said a few words to the team leader of his mission team, and then she got off the helicopter with Ron. After they identified the direction, they started to walk.
As they were in a hurry, the two of them didn't talk much on the way. Their helicopter stopped at the side of the road where Hell Baron and his team were riding. If they were in a hurry, they wouldn't miss them. Therefore, the two of them quickened their pace.
After walking for seven to eight minutes, a small river appeared in front of them. There was a wooden bridge on the river. From afar, Ron saw a spear stabbed into Hellbaron's chest. The spearhead had pierced through his chest, and the person holding the spear was one of the people wearing strange armor.
What was going on? Why would someone want to harm Hell Baron?
Ron did not think too much about it. He sped up and instantly left Natasha behind. His speed of more than 20 meters per second was pushed to the limit, and a black light rushed over.
It only took Ron a few seconds to cover the distance of a few hundred meters. He was still riding a horse, holding a spear that had been inserted into the body of the Hell Baron. The Baron's body was trembling slightly, and his face showed a painful expression.
It turned out that the spear was electrified. When the spear pierced into Hell Baron's body, the rider had already turned on the power switch, so Hell Baron was unable to move for a moment due to the stimulation of the current.
At this moment, another man on a horse dashed out from the side with a long knife. The long knife was aimed at Hell Baron's neck. Hell Baron could only tilt his neck to dodge the knife.
At this moment, Ron had already arrived beside them. He kicked the front leg of the horse holding the knife. The horse leg was immediately broken and the person on the horse rolled down.
Ron didn't dare to touch the electric spear with his hands. He chose the same move as before, attacking the horse. The horse was kicked in the stomach and retreated to the side. Hell Baron took the opportunity to slap the spear, and the spear broke.
Another warhorse rushed over from the side, and Ron used his fists and legs to repel the two men.
Hell Baron got a short rest. He stood up with a trembling body. He held the spear in one hand and slowly pulled it out from his chest. Fortunately, it didn't hurt his heart, lungs, or internal organs. It was just a flesh wound, but no blood flowed out.
Hell Baron's body was no longer trembling. He coldly looked at the armored man who had pulled the reins of the horse and asked,""My father knows you and has a deep friendship. This time, I was ordered to help you. Why are you treating me like this?”
When that person saw that another person had arrived, he looked worriedly at the people on his side. There were a total of more than ten people. After seeing that they still had the advantage in numbers, he said fearlessly,"The purpose of our existence is to deal with demons, monsters, and wild beasts, and you happen to be a combination of them.”
" But," Hell Baron said angrily," you're all Dad's friends. How could you do such a treacherous thing?"”
The man said with a firm and noble face and tone,"I've already told you that our existence has an important meaning. Don't look at our young faces, but I'm already eighty or ninety years old, and the purpose of our existence is you.”
After he finished speaking, he pointed his spear at Hell Baron and said,""Our goal is to eradicate all evil people and not let the demons of hell descend on the human world.”
He didn't give Hell Baron any chance to speak. After he blew the whistle, more than ten people surrounded him. All of them were riding horses and holding cold weapons suitable for horse fighting. There were no hot weapons.
Ron already knew that those people must be from the secret organization in the area. These people should be considered peers. No, to be exact, Ron could only be considered a mercenary. He did not work for S.H.I.E.L.D.
Obviously, this red-faced big guy was not willing to kill these people who had already expressed their intention to kill him. These two people could only dodge left and right, but could not really do it.
Now, Natasha finally arrived. Seeing Ron surrounded by these people, Natasha felt the anger in her chest. She shouted,""I'll see who dares to hurt my husband. You're all courting death.”He rushed into their midst.
Natasha was very agile. She took out the Sagittarius pistol and shot without fail. Although these people were all wearing armor made of copper and iron, they were definitely not fully covered. Natasha could be called a sharpshooter. Every shot hit their fatal exposed parts. One shot would definitely knock down one of them.
Ron and Hell Baron, on the other hand, were a lot more relaxed. They were just dodging the few attacks that were coming. They were just watching the show. Although Hell Baron didn't want to kill those who had attacked him before, he didn't want to save them either.
Natasha showed her true colors at this moment. She was vicious, fierce, and skillful. These people were no match for her at all. A few minutes later, all of them were lying on the ground with gunshot wounds of varying degrees.
Therefore, never provoke a woman, especially a capable woman.
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