Chapter 2463: Sleepless in New York
Sticky, cold, fishy.
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Inside the insect's head shell, it is not an environment suitable for slow sightseeing. Although it is spacious like Tony's garage, the parasites working in the monster's body are obviously not high-end sports cars.
I blame Carol. I had to talk about matryoshka before. Marvel is very evil. You can come what you say.
There are many kinds of other small insects in this monster, the size is about the same as that of a tank. It is not difficult to deal with except for the disgusting appearance, and the channels they drilled make the action a lot of effort.
Just walking in the body of the soft and smelly monster, Carol pouted her mouth all the way. She obviously didn't like the creeping walls and the nerves that danced like a subway.
Su Ming could only open the way by himself, using a chain saw to saw the parasites that were only blocking the way, and then walked into the holes they had drilled, step by step approaching the brain of the giant beast.
Or the command center?
Seeing that the magnificent cranial cavity is wrapped by countless cables and pipes, there are cyborg brains that are maintained by drones back and forth around, and the death knell is silent.
"Can this also read the memory?"
"Huh."
Strangulation gave a positive answer. Although this hardware is completely different from that on earth, it shouldn't be a big problem.
This purple-black brain looks about the size of the Bird’s Nest Stadium. The blood vessels and cables are constantly twitching with the heartbeat of the insects. Not far from the entrance of the drone, there are busy small planes bringing various metal materials to maintain it. Operation.
This seems to be a bug-shaped mining vehicle, Su Ming suddenly discovered this.
Dr. Zola transformed the bug and threw it out of the city, letting it eat mountains or unusable wasteland.
It eats a large piece of stone, and the waste residue becomes a black desert and is discharged out of the body, while various metal elements are left in the body for further refinement and casting. These drones are responsible for assembling the implants and performing cybernetization. Transformation and so on.
The worm’s belly is likely to be a chemical refinery. After all, electricity and acid-base can be used to refine almost all kinds of metals.
That's right. The application of biological weaponization and the production of chemical factories are Zola's academic scope, and it also conforms to the crazy style of Hydra.
The laser weapons used to meet the two were completely different from the blue plasma they made from cubes during World War II. They must have come from other technology trees.
"Strangulation."
While thinking about those, he ordered the symbiote to do it in his mind. Although this huge cyborg brain looks very spectacular, as I said before, the environment here is not suitable for sightseeing.
The symbiote poured out of him, and the small bean sprouts instantly turned into a huge wave, the black wave filled every inch of vision, and then pushed forward.
With various explosions and chewing sounds, some pitiful intelligence flowed into the host's mind.
"Tsk tsk, the wisdom of the bug." The death knell looked a little regretful, patted Carol on the back, and motioned her to fly out together: "The bad news is that the bug has eaten and slept in his memory. The good news is that I know where The city is now, and Zola’s laboratory is there."
The brain was destroyed, but the worm did not die completely for a while. It struggled violently, and for the two people in its head, it turned around.
It is rolling all over the floor, constantly bending its head and tail, just like the dying reaction of ordinary insects in pesticides.
Fortunately, it didn't have a hundred feet, let alone read the self-cultivation of actors, so after fluttering in the sand for a while, it gradually quieted down.
"Let’s go to the city now. Since Zola’s laboratory is located, Captain America and the others should be locked there." Carol wiped the blood from his face and strangled the brain-eating process. Like the most primitive kind of juicer, commonly known as'hard squeeze', it makes blood splatter everywhere.
But the death knell was clean at this time, and there was no dust on his body.
"You're right." The death knell turned his head and saw the big wooden ball half buried in the sand sea, and flew over to lift it up like a bird cage: "Just move them like this and fly together. First, try it at sublight speed. Test the water and follow me."
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"Screw on the raft was rescued? Dr. Hansen was injured and unconscious? Lost a terrifying weapon?" Deadpool touched his chin, and smiled after hearing Coleson's words: "I listen to everything. I don’t understand, and now I’m looking for an intermediary to cash this check, bye."
The mercenaries who have no interest in saving the world, with the idea of being rich and happy, are ready to take the two girls to a night party.
Normal people know how to choose, right? Even if the earth is about to explode, let you choose between saving the earth or playing multiplayer games with two beauties. There is no doubt that you should choose the latter.
Even if you're halfway through the game, everyone will be wiped out together, isn't that cool?
Deadpool considers himself a normal mercenary, at least much more normal than his cousin, so he faced Tony and the female Thor's hint, coupled with the gentle retention of the hair loss agent, did not show a little fascination, but hugged him directly. Domino and Inoz's arms turned and left.
"I add money!"
Tony waved the checkbook in his hand. Now all forces should be united. After all, there are said to be 300,000 Skrulls on the earth.
Even if this power is a ‘disgusting power’, it works.
However, money is not a panacea, at least not now. Deadpool is like a tiger who has just eaten. Even if a rabbit runs in front of him, he has no intention to chase him.
He casually turned his head and made a heart-to-heart gesture to Tony, and bid farewell to the rich man in the alley loudly:
"Thank you for naming ~www.NovelMTL.com~Although I am not the lady of the Huichun shop, I will definitely pick up your order next time. Today we have made enough. We are going to be happy, hehe!"
Seeing his footsteps slapped into the darkness, Tony let out a deep sigh: "The times have really changed. The quality of mercenaries nowadays is extremely poor and there is no professionalism at all. What does it mean to earn enough? Is it human words? Isn't the more money the better?"
"Mr. Stark, how much money do you have?" The poor worm on the side held his arms and looked at the disappearing back of Deadpool: "Is it like the wealth magazine said, the rich are just breathing Time, there is a lot of fun ÷ cabinet money in the account?"
The Iron Man collected the checkbook, and his moustache curled up: "I don't know how much money I have. I am not interested in money. I never bring money when I go out."
Coleson asked his agents to send the Skrull prisoners to another prison, the Obelisk, but he and the cavalry stayed behind. He shook his head and walked to Tony with a smile on his face: "It looks like You are too rich to feed the thugs too much."
"...Bug? Yes, you reminded me that I can still hire someone. Peter, are you still in touch with your super-awakened classmate? I heard she dropped out."
"You said, don't call my real name..." The little insect covered his face, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone speechlessly, betraying his classmate’s real name: "You said Jessica. Right? She did drop out of school and rented a house in Hell's Kitchen by herself, saying she was going to open a detective office."
"This will be easier. Contact her and say there are a lot of fools and money here. Come here." Tony took out a cigar and smoked it happily: "Next, just go and talk to the X-Men for another deal. The old bald head shot, the Skrew people are actually easy to find."
