Chapter 997

After all, Faust couldn't run. When he saw a bald clown bouncing towards him with a balloon, he had to lean against a big tree and shoot the bullet in his pistol in vain.

However, it didn't work. He couldn't even burst the balloon of the other party. The big red balloon was so bright in the forest in winter.

He closed his eyes and gave up his resistance. All his chemical or biological agents were useless to all the monsters that followed him. His psychological tactics were useless. Only a few of his subordinates died not long ago, leaving him alone.

Now, it is at the end of its tether.

Seeing his performance, Su Ming, who dressed up as a clown, knew almost as well. Along the way, Faustus met not only the iron and blood soldiers, but also the hatchet, the slender ghost and the candy man.

These American horror stories are repeated in turn. All kinds of horror scenes in future movies are staged. How can people in this era bear this?

At present, most of the movies are about vampires or murderers, which are far from the level of "human demons" in the future. Faust suffered the loss of imagination, or intelligence. They did not know that the death knell could be deformed.

ZEMO may know, but he said nothing. After being betrayed as an abandoned son, he can't share information. The Fuehrer and Faust thought his chips were the super axis team, but in fact, the intelligence in his head was the most valuable.

Faust wasn't crazy, but he was on the verge of mental breakdown, so much so that he didn't listen to him. On the one hand, they are exhausted; on the other hand, they have lost the hope of escape. People still live by hope.

In fact, if he didn't want to be the president of the United States and jump out to do such things, he could clearly continue to be the director of SSR, and the death knell would not care about him.

But it's not a shame to die in pursuit of a dream.

Instead of talking to him, Su Ming handed him the balloon in his hand. Suddenly, a big mouth full of fangs appeared on the balloon and bit off Faust's head with one bite.

"Poop!" The sound of high-pressure liquid splashed, and the snow and trees were stained dark.

"Well... There's no useful information. It seems that the head of state has left a hand." After waiting for a few seconds, Su Ming sighs and carries the headless corpse back to the farm and hangs him on the hook.

Strangulation also gradually changed back to black and yellow armor, a small black bag emerged from the host's shoulder, with a pair of half moon shaped eyes on it, which was very cute.

Su Ming touches its head and goes to the barn with the door still locked. When a person moves, he always feels less excited. The cross talk is really less interesting. He and hanging are interlinked in thinking, and there is nothing interesting about it.

The body after the Fuhrer's self explosion should have been destroyed, but surely somewhere, the new root of hatred has been activated at the same time. What are the steps in the process?

If you can find this link, even if you don't know how to copy himself, you can find his memory backup.

But Su Ming wants to kill his moustache, but he doesn't want to use the time gem. The price is too high. He is still in the process of healing.

How about a deal? Or start with the raw materials of giant robots and follow suit?

While thinking, he easily broke the chain on the door of the barn. When he looked in, he saw that a warehouse full of mushroom bags and shelves.

Faust might have planned to control Dr. King first, and then to control other black groups through him. He would walk through these spores and start the American Civil War.

But now the others are dead, mushrooms are useless, and they are all in Su Ming's hands.

Looking at these beautiful red and white fungi, Su Ming touched his chin. He had no idea about these things.

It's good to control others, but in Marvel, the number of people is just a number.

The way to control mind control is simple, as long as there are robots. Among other things, the seemingly rudimentary Shiva robot can conquer the ordinary people under control.

It's more reliable to let others really agree with you than these heresy.

Take it back to kamataj for research. If it's impossible, give it to Hamil and Xiao Wang to see if they can make a dish.

"Heimdahl! Come and help me carry the mushrooms

It's true. I didn't have any eyesight. I lost my big eyes in vain. Su Ming has been watching mushroom stand for a long time, but he doesn't say he is more active.

So it withered, and some rainbow bridges that swayed like noodles covered the barn.

monak wakes up and opens his eyes to see modo sitting not far from the bed, looking at him with a salty look.

While watching, Murdoch took palm oil and smeared it on his chest. The black chest hair on his black skin was glued into a piece, shining in the yellowish light.

The prince of magic retched for a moment. He protected his heart for the first time. His other hand touched his pants.Fortunately, there was no problem.

He closed his eyes for a breath, covered his head and sat up from the bed: "in winter, you'd better wear a coat, always wearing a black belt like an idiot."

"No, master monak. It's a kind of practice. I feel calm from my heart now." Murdoch grinned, as if he was comfortable with his scolding.

Monak shuddered and waved his hand. "Stop, don't say it. I don't know how the death knell brainwashed you, but I'm not interested in it at all."

Mordo stood up and raised his leather tights. "Now that the master has woken up, I'll leave first. My friends in Philadelphia are waiting for me. It's a city full of friendship."

"Philadelphia? I remember, I'll stay away from you Watching Mordo open the portal and disappear, monakra said with a long face and looking at his back.

"Love and peace! kira！” Hearing what he said, Mo Du suddenly turned back with a smile. He jumped in the spot with a lively orchid finger and answered in a rude tone. Then he closed the transmission door and left.

"Gee!" The prince of magic looked disgusted, as if he saw the dirty things and rubbed his eyes desperately.

Although there is no big change in modu's magic power, it can only be regarded as a little progress in these years, but I don't know why, when he saw Mordo, he felt extremely uncomfortable both physically and mentally.

That sense of oppression and deterrence is like some kind of evil spirit...

he sat on the bed, rubbed the back of his head hit by the death knell, and sighed.

In retrospect, the incidents of killing the army by mistake must have been covered up. The death knell has knocked him unconscious. After that, he must have arranged everything according to his dark habits.

Really, I knew I didn't object to it. Anyway, I had to listen to him if I agreed or not. It was a white slap.

Is that weapon a pan? Why does the knell strike people so skillfully? He has lived for hundreds of years, but he has no time to react.

After a long sigh, I don't know how long it has been. In a word, the quiet room is disturbed by the sound of pushing the door again.

When he turned his head, he saw that the bell was holding a red mushroom as a microphone in one hand. He was dancing the dance he called "new treasure island". He slipped in from the door step by step: "good monek, come and help me see if this is voodoo material?"

Monak covered his face and lay down on the bed. The whole man looked like a walking corpse, and his eyes were dull. His mind was filled with a sad roar - "Kama Taj is not saved. Master Guyi, I have a heavy burden to trust!"

Seeing him fall like a sack, the death knell under his mask smiles. As expected, the dance of pretending to be crazy is very effective. Monak has forgotten about being knocked unconscious by himself, and the plan is all in one www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!