Chapter 1250: Dead for nothing

The cabin was full of flames and smoke, as if walking into a coal-burning stove in a coking plant, the flames licked the corners of the armor like a living elf, but it was already immune to flames with its body Strangulation protects the host well.

Not only is it not very hot in a flame of hundreds of degrees, but it also feels warm and comfortable, making people a little sleepy.

The crowbar was useless after all. It was disconnected when the plane crashed, and the fracture was close to the tail of the plane. Su Ming went in from there and proceeded to the cockpit while inspecting the scene.

Through the broken portholes, you can see the fire field outside like a long snake. It can be seen that the aircraft was originally planned to make an emergency landing, and the fuel was discharged in advance, in order to avoid the burning of aviation fuel in the narrow space of the wing fuel tank and cause expansion and explosion.

But I am afraid that the flame spreads from the inside of the cabin to the outside. The degree of ashes in the cabin is higher than that of the wings and engines, which is not common.

The **** killer turned into a machete shape. Su Ming used it to pull the objects on the ground in the narrow passage. He saw a radial hole and was blocked under a row of seats.

"Is it the detonation point? A small-yield bomb was taken on the plane? But how did the flame start after it exploded through the cabin and caused a loss of pressure?"

I simulate the scene of the explosion in my mind, but there are always some parts that cannot be matched, because the aircraft lowered its altitude after losing pressure, and then it obviously flew for a certain distance. The flame was only burning during this flight.

"The flight from Panama to New York crashed in Tennessee, and the passengers arrived about 1,400 kilometers earlier."

Su Ming stepped through the small hole, pushed away the scorched corpse in the way, told a cold joke to the strangulation, and continued on.

Soon he found the second and third breach.

If it weren't for the metal at these breaches to turn outwards, he would definitely feel that it was hit by an anti-aircraft gun, which made him suspect that it was not a bomb, but that someone had boarded the plane with some new weapon.

Someone in front was escaping, and the person behind was chasing him. He missed three shots with a new weapon and hit the floor, causing these three holes.

The image in my mind moved, and the two black little men engaged in a chase battle in the virtual cabin. Maybe the person in front shot back, or maybe the weapon was consigned and could only be smashed back with a coffee pot. In short, Su Ming did not. Find the trace left by the counterattack.

The giant airliner manufactured by Stark Industries is larger than Su Ming's previous Airbus A380, almost 700 seats, divided into upper, middle and lower floors. It is estimated that the chase battle is about the same as street fighting.

The bottom tier is the economy class, which is most suitable for people with low-key actions.

The flames in the bottom cabin became more intense, and the passengers who were still fixed on their seats by the seat belts were grilled until they were cooked. Su Ming also quickened his pace a bit, and intuitively told him that the answer should be in the cockpit.

The cockpit was on the top floor, and the flames hadn't spread for the time being. When passing by the flight attendant area, Su Ming looked at the relatively complete bodies of the flight attendants and felt a little emotional.

"Sure enough, Pan Am flight attendants are very big."

This is about age.

No way, poor management, young and beautiful people can't afford it, only those under 50 years old.

Just to say casually, the cause of death of these sisters-in-laws was obviously not impact or suffocation, they were killed by a mysterious weapon.

The chest cavity seemed to have exploded from the inside. With their blue uniforms, the red ribs and flesh and blood were like lotus on the water.

After crossing this sea of ​​flowers, the death knell walked to the cockpit. I don’t know when the door was opened. Several people in the pilot’s white shirts fell dead outside the door. From time to time, electric sparks appeared on the ceiling and fell on them. .

It's pretty beautiful.

Well, the pilot doesn't fly the plane, he is used to it.

Pushing open the hidden hatch, a man in a suit leaned against the door with a wrench embedded in his forehead. It seemed that he was attacked when he entered the door.

The one who attacked him was a woman who died at this time. The impact caused by the crash killed her. At least half of her body bones, including her cervical spine, were shattered and could not survive.

The man in the suit also holds a gun in his hand, which looks like a toy. It is made of red and green plastic. The muzzle position is like a small radar, that is, the kind with a small bump on the curved surface.

The death knell bent over to pick up the gun, played with it in his hand, and fired a shot aside.

The invisible shock wave was launched, directly punching a hole in the bulkhead.

"Sonic weapons...strangled and ate his head."

This new type of weapon made Su Ming interested, let the strangulation eat the brain of this corpse to see who he was.

The answer is naturally Hydra.

A low-level cannon fodder agent, a brainwashing fanatic who was specially used to perform such suicide missions, had almost no intelligence in his mind, and even his superiors had never seen the truth.

He received a mission in the Soviet Union and entered Panama, where he faced his goals.

He didn't even know the situation of the target. There were only two photos as a reference, which was too pitiful even at the level of mercenaries.

Strangulation didn't get any useful memory. This guy had long live Hydra in his mind, and he had no reason at all.

Perhaps it was the noise of the shooting that awakened the person in the driver's seat, and he made some meaningless babbles.

The death knell raised his hand to force the deformed cabin back to its original shape and walked over.

It can be seen that there is a man with a fashionable moustache in the driver's seat. At this time, his neck is completely saturated with blood.

The wound on his left body looks like a dragon, and the wound on his right head looks like a rainbow. After seeing the death knell, his fingers are like sky monkeys, pointing to the hand... box.

This is probably the only person on the plane who is still breathing, but from the point of view of blood loss, it is only a matter of time before it crashes.

Su Ming stretched out his hand to hold his side, strangling to block other bleeding mouths: "Pressing to stop bleeding can only buy you some time, let's talk."

"Death..."

"Deathstroke (death knell), it's me." Su Ming quickly interjected: "Don't ask hello at this time, just talk about intelligence."

The man who was already white as paper was a little anxious, and both of his fingers rose up again, and he pointed to the box anxiously, adding a bit of tone:

"DEATH..."

"Well, sir, good evening to you too, are you satisfied?"

Su Ming sighed, still being so polite at this time, are you British?

I don't care about him because he is about to die, it's really rigid.

The man was anxious and angry, and he spit out blood suddenly. He didn't know if the blood had gone through, or the flashback had begun. He finally spoke fluent vocabulary.

"Deathbloom! Death spore flower! In the box!"

After saying this, he seemed to have lost his strength, rolling his eyes in the driver's seat, as if he was going to sleep but was struggling.

"Say it earlier. Who knows what you said?" Su Ming took off the suitcase. It was a silver password box. There was a pair of handcuffs on the handle, which seemed to be used for escort. Important items.

Strangling directly broke the box open, revealing a few tubes of black reagent inside, and a faint death energy echoed in the bottle.

Seeing that the death knell had obtained the box, the man seemed relieved, he gasped for a few times: "My name is Richard Parker..."

"It turned out to be you, you are bloody, you really didn't recognize it. Fortunately, I will be lucky."

The death knell grabbed his hand and shook it twice, his tone didn't mean luck.

Richard coughed twice, he would rather not see the death knell, if only the police came.

"I'm a biologist, CIA agent..."

"Actually, that's still a fake identity. Your boss is Jimmy Wu. Just say that you are an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., but Death Spore Flower... You are back from Japan, and the Hydra who hunted you down is Sitrek’s people, at first it was just the task of killing you to regain the props. I’m afraid that guy was out of the basket and had to play, “Don’t even think of what we can’t get from SHIELD.”

The seriously injured man opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what he should say. He knew everything he wanted to say.

Sad, really sad, knowing that this world was so cruel before I knew I was dying.

The act of exchanging lives for information and props by himself and his wife turned out to be like a joke in the eyes of the strong.

He made a whirring sound, and a lot of blood foamed out of his mouth: "Box..."

"I understand, this thing is given to Howard and not to Ferry. Your will is placed under the floor of the attic at home. There is also the spider gene experiment data you conducted while undercover in Osborne. The insurance beneficiary wrote you. Peter’s son, send him to your brother Ben for adoption, right?"

Living in the underground for such a long time, and coming out to encounter some small incidents, the death knell was in a good mood, so he thoughtfully helped Richard to save some energy to speak.

Richard's blood still squirted out, and his whole body quickly languished. It was too difficult for him.

Death Knell This is no longer powerful intelligence, this TM is omniscient, what I want to say is completely seen through, even if I can live, it is meaningless.

"Peter..."

"I know that the spider you bred uses part of your DNA code. Only your blood relatives can inherit the super soldier serum. Seriously, you modified the SSS serum through the spider venom to eliminate the side effects that caused paranoia. , A genius idea."

Su Ming smiled and pointed at him, in a narrow tone, as if saying, "You are really a little clever ghost."

Richard is indeed very clever, using Osborne Industries to borrow chickens to incubate eggs is also a good plan, but he does not come with such a set, Spider Totem will also choose Peter.

The web has decided everything, and the improved spider is just a medium. When the time comes, even if Peter lies at home, another spider will give him a bite.

Richard and Mary’s efforts were actually in vain. Want to make their son the Captain America in the new era?

Sorry, he was actually destined to become Spiderman.

There is also this extract of the death spore flower, an old antique from the Second World War, and Howard and Fury should have it, but the Parkers may not have enough confidentiality. I don't know that SHIELD has this kind of death weapon.

They probably discovered this weapon of Baron Sitrek by accident, and felt that he could not be allowed to endanger the American people, so they fought the enemy's wits and bravely~www.NovelMTL.com~ they took this poison and planned to give it to the right one. People keep it.

What is the right person? Of course it is Howard, the best scientist of SHIELD.

As a result, they still did not escape, they were still chased by Hydra and killed at the door of their house.

And even if Su Ming gave Howard to this box of things they took with their lives, there was a high probability that they would be affixed with a numbered seal and sent to the desert warehouse of SHIELD in Nevada.

There are many garbage items that are useless but can't flow out, all sealed under the desert over there.

Is the death spore bomb easy to use? In fact, it's not bad. Ordinary people will die when they hear it, and the top strong will lose their superpowers and coma if they inhale it.

But where do the raw materials come from? S.H.I.E.L.D. can obtain the method of making this kind of thing, and can't get the flowers that only grow in the underworld of Heim. How many grenade can this box of flower extract make?

Don't tell Richard about such cruel things, let him feel that he and his wife died more meaningfully.