1996 Timely Assistance

Luke stepped forward, lifted up the metal door easily, and picked up the irascible little raccoon.

Although Rocket was heavily injured from the collision, he still said stubbornly, "D*mn it, you black bat, hurry up and put me down, or I'll make you suffer… Ooooh!"

The cursing stopped, and he couldn't help but moan as a comfortable feeling wrapped around him.

Luke's left hand glowed with a faint white light as he used Light of Life to heal the raccoon.

Luke then fished Rhodes out of the rubble. "I'll take them out. Dr. Banner, you can let go now."

With that, he disappeared down the passage he had come from.

Stunned for a few seconds, Dr. Banner finally felt the heavy weight on his shoulders. "B*stard."

He raised his intact left arm and smashed the remains of the building he was holding up into pieces.

Without support, the wreckage crashed down and buried him.

But a few seconds later, Dr. Banner crashed out of the debris and resurfaced.

The awkward predicament earlier was purely because of Rhodes and Rocket's presence.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had to protect them, the doctor's Hulk body would have been fine even if he was buried hundreds of meters down, let alone under this sort of rubble.

Dr. Banner, who had escaped, was in a good mood. He couldn't help but have a good impression of Knight, who had helped him out.

Although the other party didn't talk much and his attitude wasn't friendly, he was very efficient and didn't beat around the bush at all.

Thinking that, he chased after Knight.

The passage collapsed again? After a few slaps, it was open once more.

…

Clint reached for the quiver on his back, and his expression changed. "Be careful, I'm out of arrows."

As he spoke, he spun around so that a four-armed monster brushed past him.

He drew a longsword from over his right shoulder with his free right hand and slashed at the neck of the four-armed monster as he let go of the longbow with his left hand.

The four-armed monster's head was sent flying, but its body crashed into Clint and sent him rolling over the ground.

Swoosh! Duang! Duang! Duang!

A red, blue and white round shield flew over and hit the back of a four-armed monster that was lunging at Clint. It smashed apart the head of a four-armed monster further ahead and bounced off the wall of the passage. Steve caught it, just in time to slash at the face of another four-armed monster that was chasing him.

Steve was breathing hard. "How are you?"

Clint kicked away the four-armed monster's body. "All good. My sword is just as fast."

Steve said, "Do you need me to remind you to watch your language?"

Clint half-crouched on the ground. "You're never going to get over that, are you?"

Although they were bantering, they were also taking the opportunity to rest.

After the attack, Clint had been lucky not to be pinned under the rubble, but he was discovered by a group of four-armed monsters and hunted down.

As he fought, he retreated and bumped into Steve, who had just crawled out from under the rubble.

Then… they were hunted down together.

Even though Steve was a super warrior with a shield and Clint was a top long-range marksman, they couldn't stop the endless flow of four-armed monsters.

Working together, they killed more than 100 four-armed monsters in a few minutes, but were still forced to retreat.

Clint was fine. He hadn't been injured earlier, and didn't consume much energy when shooting. He could still hold on for a while longer.

Steve, on the other hand, had suffered minor internal injuries from the collapse, and it had taken a lot of energy for him to crawl out of the rubble. He didn't even have time to catch his breath as he fought his way here.

Even if he were made of metal, he couldn't take it anymore.

He had barely said a few words and caught his breath when, not far away, the sound of scuttling could be heard, along with the distinctive roars of the four-armed monsters.

Steve took a deep breath and stood up with some difficulty. "Let's head up. We can't let them exhaust us down here."

It was too confined down here. The four-armed monsters could trample them to death, and they could only continue to retreat.

If only Dr. Banner were here! The thought involuntarily popped into their heads.

When it came to pushing through soldiers without suffering any wear and tear, Dr. Banner was the expert.

These soldiers wouldn't be able to break through the doctor's defense. Even if they slammed into him, they wouldn't be able to stop him.

The sound of scuttling rang out in the passage they had come from, and the four-armed monsters poured out, as expected.

Clint slowly raised his sword, and Steve raised his shield, ready for another bitter round of battle.

Boom!

With a loud bang, dust exploded in the passage not far in front of them, and a huge hole appeared.

A familiar voice rang out. "Wow, big guy, that's not how you should use your strength, right? What if you run out of strength later? I only have one pistol left."

"You better pray that Rhodes didn't point me in the wrong direction again. I don't want to go looking for his backup armor in the bathroom," said the black figure in the lead.

Amidst the dust, three figures, two big and one small, walked out of the hole.

Clint exclaimed, "Rocket? Rhodes? Uh… Knight?"

The three of them turned to look at him.

Steve, however, shouted, "Enemy, on the right." He was about to throw his shield.

The trio were between him and the four-armed monsters, who would pounce on them in two seconds at most.

However, how could Luke, who was best at combat in confined quarters, be ambushed by the four-armed monsters?

Whether it was thanks to Vibration or Sharp Nose, the four-armed monsters stank like dung beetles and couldn't hide at all.

"I'll take care of them. Rhodes, you go first," he said unhurriedly as he grabbed and threw them over.

Rhodes and Rocket felt themselves lifted up before they smoothly landed next to Steve and Clint.

Three people and one raccoon looked at each other. Rhodes was the most impatient.

He didn't even have a pistol on him, let alone armor.

If he didn't find something soon, he wouldn't even be qualified to be a bystander in this battle. "What should we do?"

Steve didn't say anything for a moment. He didn't put down the shield in his hand, and was prepared to throw it out to back Luke up at any moment.

In the end, there was the sound of bones breaking and heavy punches, and the four-armed monsters dropped in front of Luke like extras in a movie.

Unlike in the movies, however, none of the four-armed monsters stirred after they dropped.

Apart from twitching a little from residual nerve reflexes, the four-armed monsters didn't move.

Luke's moves hadn't been rushed as he attacked the four-armed monsters – it was almost like a dance.

He took each and every four-armed monster down easily as he aimed for the neck and head, killing them instantly.

Rocket, who played with high-powered artillery, didn't get it at all.

As an ordinary fighter, Rhodes had a rough idea.

Clint was a combat expert, and Steve was a master.

With just one look, the two of them relaxed. No wonder this person dared to claim that he was Batman's successor. Just this master-level unarmed fight was convincing enough.