Chapter 167 Lend you something for one use

"Damn it, get me out of this car!"

Mr. Sinister, who was stuck in the seat, roared loudly, his voice full of anger and impatience. The pilot next to him unfortunately was pierced by a flying pendant in the throat and was already out of breath.

What a useless thing!

Mr. Sinister touched the diamond-shaped red patch on his forehead, then pressed the wound on his face that was slowly healing, and cursed in his heart.

Thanks to his running around, he dug out the saber-toothed tigers that were torn into dozens of pieces by Wolverine, and then stitched them together to create an army of clones.

I thought this group of guys could achieve something big, but now they can't even do such a small thing as driving to escape. It's really useless.

It seems that he will have to hire a better group of slaves in the future. He thought angrily and pushed the airbags that popped up in front of him twice more, but the airbags combined with the curved car door and kept him stuck.

"From the Hulk Land to the Lizard Kingdom, your evil reputation is known to everyone. Every evil person trembles when mentioning your great deeds. Your road to victory is as fierce as the storm, Whether they are arrogant and domineering tyrants, cunning and vicious warlords, or countless gangs that bully the weak, they have all been reduced to nothing under your hands."

The latter nodded quickly, it would be good if he put forward conditions. He was also afraid that this person would not put forward conditions.

A bad premonition welled up in his heart, no less than the first time he saw Apocalypse, and that creepy feeling came again.

"As long as you are satisfied, my lord."

With his eyes rolling, the clever Dr. Nathaniel immediately found the solution to the current crisis in his brain. He rushed forward and fell to the ground and shouted:

Mr. Sinister said with a flattering face, his tone was full of compliments and flattery. Seeing that Bai Ye in front of him seemed to have no intention of refuting, he said even more vigorously:

Although the dust and sand in the desert almost obscured everything, the sounds were still extremely harsh.

A beautiful woman with blond hair and blue lipstick walked out of the crowd. She also walked towards Mr. Sinister with a smile on her face, but her eyes didn't seem to be looking at a person, but as if she was looking at an object that was about to be obtained.

At the beginning, he stood out under Apocalypse as someone who could talk and praise, and he made En Shabanur, the mutant king, very satisfied, and his status naturally increased.

"Go kill Sin in the car. Isn't he the mastermind? I'm just a clone..."

Are his words so inspiring?

"Spare your life. Spare your life"

But now I don't ask for anything like being a good person, or having power or technology, as long as I can survive.

Bang!

A huge force directly pulled off the car door on the side of him, and then a hand reached in and pulled out the still frightened Jingsei and threw it on the sand, making him eat several mouthfuls of sand.

Being cautious and respectful at this moment is his only way out. He must do everything possible to win the trust of the person in front of him, even if it means he must put down his dignity and self-esteem.

He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and prepared to continue cursing, but the remaining half of his words got stuck in his throat and he could not make a sound.

"Bah, bah, bah, cough, you are the son of a bitch they said." Mr. Sinister spit out a few mouthfuls of yellow sand in his mouth. His words were filled with strong disdain and ridicule, but before he finished speaking, he But he suddenly coughed, and the yellow sand in his mouth seemed to stick to his throat.

His mutant abilities began to become unstable and fragile. Fifty years ago, he was absolutely confident that he could fight his way out of here by relying on his telekinesis, telepathy and other abilities.

"He's so good at it. He's really good at it." Bai Ye clapped his hands twice again, pointed at Mr. Sinister and said to the people around him.

That's good, that's good.

Over the years, although Mr. Sinister himself has consciously avoided eating things with toxins added by the Red Skull, the inhibitors spread in the water eventually affected him to a greater or lesser extent.

"Bah, bang, bang, bang!" Suddenly, Bai Ye clapped, and the people around him also clapped, and the loud applause echoed in the desert. This was beyond Mr. Sinister's expectation. He was at a loss for a moment and his face was filled with tears.

A large group of tough men in golden power armor were pointing directly at the diamond-shaped red patch on his head with dozens of large guns with muzzles larger than his eyeballs. Judging from the smoke coming from the muzzles, it was obvious that they had just been created. Not a small crime.

"That's nature, that's nature!"

Half a minute later, as a blood-red liquid suddenly splashed on the car glass, everything outside became quiet, and Mr. Sinister was so frightened that he could not help but shrink his neck.

Hearing this, Mr. Sinister felt a sense of joy in his heart. Maybe his flattering words played a certain role? He might have succeeded in impressing Bai Ye, or at least making him have some kind of good impression on him.

"Your name represents victory and justice. Every time you appear, it is the end of evil. Please forgive me for my offense. I just want to survive and I don't dare to have any second thoughts."

There were constant screams and the sound of flesh being cut outside the car, like a horrific symphony from hell. Every scream was like the cry of a soul tortured by the devil, full of extreme pain and despair.

In this harsh wasteland world, survival is the most important thing.

"Ahem, the great Badlands Killer, the defeater of the Emperor of Destruction, you are truly a glorious emperor. I have heard your legend, and your reputation is everlasting in those dark corners. You are the true hero of our world. ruler."

But now times have changed, and mutants are no longer something rare and scary, they are just a group of yesterday's flowers.

"I wonder, what do you want to lend me?" Mr. Sinister suddenly thought of something, raised his head and looked at Bai Ye and asked timidly.

At the same time, gunshots rang out loudly, and Jingwei could almost imagine the bullets whizzing through the air outside, stirring up clouds of dust, and the melee becoming more intense.

In the middle of this group of people, there was a black-haired man looking at him with a smile. For some reason, Jingwei shuddered when he saw the smile raised at the corner of the man's mouth.

"Haha. You said this yourself." Bai Ye smiled and then waved.

"As long as you let me go, I am willing to dedicate everything, whether it is resources or information, to work for you!"

At the end of the sentence, he even lay on the ground and looked at Bai Ye with tears in his eyes, his voice trembling and full of despair and pleading.

Mister Sinister lowered his head even more humbly, full of submission and respect.

"Mother!"

Bai Ye just looked at Mr. Sinister with a smile, and then said softly: "But I still want to lend you something, you must not be stingy."

Mr. Sinister's expression immediately changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "Frost? You——"

However, before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly went dark and he lost consciousness.