Chapter 1252

There are flames and smoke everywhere in the cabin, just like walking into a coal burning stove in a coking plant. The flame licks the edges and corners of the armor like a living elf. However, it has been able to protect the host well by strangling the body immune flame.

Not only in the number of Baidu flame is not very hot, but also feel very warm, very comfortable, a little sleepy.

After all, the crowbar didn't work. When the plane crashed, it was already disconnected. The fracture was close to the tail of the plane. Su Ming went in from there, inspecting the scene and advancing to the cockpit.

Through the broken porthole, you can see that the fire scene outside is like a long snake. It can be seen that the aircraft was originally planned to make a forced landing, and the fuel was discharged in advance. In order to avoid the expansion and explosion caused by the combustion of aviation fuel in the narrow space of the wing fuel tank, it can be seen that the aircraft has been forced to land.

But I'm afraid the flames spread from the inside to the outside of the cabin, where the level of ash is higher than that of the wings and engines, which is not common.

The God killer turns into a machete. Su Ming uses it to pull the objects on the ground in the narrow passage. He sees a radial hole and is blocked under a row of seats.

"Detonating point? Is it a small bomb that has been brought into the plane? But how did the flame catch up after the engine room was blown through and the pressure was lost? "

I simulate the scene of the explosion in my mind, but there are always some places that can't be right, because the plane lowered its altitude after losing pressure, and it obviously flew for a distance afterwards, and the flame was ignited during this flight.

"The flight from Panama to New York crashed in Tennessee, and the passengers arrived about 1400 kilometers ahead of schedule."

Su Ming steps through the small hole, pushes away the burnt corpse in the way, tells a cold joke to the strangulation, and he goes on.

Soon he found a second and a third breach.

If it wasn't for the metal in the breach to turn out, he would have thought it was hit by anti-aircraft artillery, which made him suspect that it was not a bomb, but someone had boarded the plane with some new weapon.

Someone in front of him was running away, and the man behind him chased him. He missed three shots with his new weapon and hit the floor, causing the three holes.

The image in his mind moves, and two black little men chase each other in the virtual cabin. Maybe the person in front of him attacks back, or the weapon is consigned, so he can only smash it back with a coffee pot. In short, Su Ming doesn't find any trace left by the counterattack.

This kind of giant airliner made by Stark industry is bigger than the Airbus A380 of Su Ming's previous life. It is almost 700 seats, and it is divided into three layers. It is estimated that the pursuit war is almost the same as street fighting.

The bottom is economy class, which is the most suitable person for low-key operation.

The flames in the bottom cabin are even more fierce. The passengers who are still fixed in their seats by seat belts are now fully cooked. Su Ming also speeds up some steps. His intuition tells him that the answer should be in the cockpit.

The cockpit is on the top floor, and the flame has not spread. When passing the flight attendant area, Su Ming looks at the complete bodies of the stewardesses and sighs.

"Sure enough, Pan Am's stewardesses are very big."

This is about age.

No way, poor management, young and beautiful can not afford to use, can only use under 50 years old.

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

The chest was like bursting from the inside, and with their blue uniforms, the red ribs and flesh were like lotus flowers on the water.

Stepping across the sea of flowers, the death knell went to the cockpit. The door of the cabin was opened. Several people in the pilot's white shirt fell outside the door. Sparks from the ceiling sometimes came out and fell on them.

It's very nice to see one light and one light.

Well, the pilot doesn't fly. He's used to it.

Pushing open the door, a man in a suit leaned against the door, with a wrench embedded in his forehead. It looked like he was attacked when he entered the door.

He was attacked by a woman who also died. The impact of the crash killed her. At least half of the body bones, including the cervical spine, were crushed and could not survive.

The man in the suit also had a gun in his hand. It looked like a toy. It was made of red and green plastic. The muzzle of the gun was like a small radar, which had a small bulge on the curved surface.

Kneeling down, he picked up the gun, played in his hand and fired a shot to the side.

The invisible shock wave was sent out, making a hole directly in the bulkhead.

"Sonic weapons... Strangle, eat his head."

This new weapon makes Su Ming have some interest, let's hang the brain that ate the corpse to see who he is.

The answer, of course, is Hydra.

A low-level cannon fodder agent, a brainwashing maniac who is specially used to carry out such suicide missions, has little intelligence in his head, and even his superiors have never seen his true face.

He received a mission in the Soviet Union, went into Panama, where he dealt with his targets.

He didn't even know the situation of the target. There were only two photos for reference. Even from the perspective of mercenary, it was pathetic.No useful memory was gained from the strangulation. Long live the Hydra in his head, and he had no sense at all.

Maybe it was the noise of the shooting that awakened the driver. He made some meaningless nonsense.

The funeral bell raised his hand to force the deformed engine room back to its original state and walked past.

You can see a man with a fashionable moustache in the driver's seat, who is completely soaked in blood under his neck.

The wound on his left body looks like a dragon, and the wound on his right head looks like a rainbow. When he sees the death bell, his fingers are like flying monkeys, pointing to the suitcase hanging on the top of the dilapidated cabin.

This is probably the only person on the plane who still has breath, but judging from the amount of blood lost, it's only a matter of time before they hang up.

Su Ming stretched out his hand and held down his side, while strangulation was to block other bleeding holes: "pressing hemostasis can only give you a little time, say it."

"Death..."

"death stroke, it's me." Su Ming quickly interjected: "don't say hello at this time. Just tell me the information."

The man, whose face was as white as paper, was in a bit of a hurry. His two fingers rose again and pointed to the box anxiously, adding to his tone:

"death..."

"well, good evening, sir. Are you satisfied?"

Su Ming sighed. Are you polite at this time, British?

For the sake of his imminent death, I don't care about him. It's rigid.

The man was so anxious and angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. He didn't know whether the congestion had passed or whether it started to shine back. He finally said the fluent words.

“Deathbloom！ Death spore flower! In the box

After saying this, he seems to have lost his strength, rolling his eyes constantly in the driver's seat, looking like he is trying to sleep in the past but fighting hard.

"Tell me earlier, you've been coming and going. Who knows what you're saying." Su Ming takes off the suitcase, which is a silver code box with a pair of handcuffs on the handle, which seems to be used to escort important items.

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

Seeing the death knell and getting the box, the man seemed relieved and gasped: "my name is Richard Parker..."

"so it's you. You're bloody. You didn't recognize it. I'm glad to meet you."

The knell grabbed his hand and shook it two times. There was no meaning of good luck in its tone.

Richard coughed twice. He would rather not see the death knell, if only the police were here.

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

"in fact, it's still a fake identity. Your boss is Jimi Wu. It's good to say that you're an agent of aegis Bureau, but death spore flower... You're coming back from Japan. The Hydra who chased you is sitric's man. At first, you just killed you and took back the props. I'm afraid that guy made a basket If you don't play "what we can't get, the aegis bureau can't get it."

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

Sad, it's really sad. I didn't realize how cruel the world was until I was dying.

He and his wife exchanged life for information and props, which turned out to be a joke in the eyes of the strong.

He snorted and spattered with blood: "the box..."

"I understand, this is for Howard, not for Frey, your will is under the floor of your attic, and the information about the spider gene experiment you conducted while you were undercover in Osborne is also there. The insurance beneficiary wrote about your son Peter and sent him to your brother Ben Adopted in China, right? "

Living underground for such a long time, he was in a good mood when he came out to meet some small events, so he kindly helped Richard save some strength in speaking.

Richard's blood still gushed out, and the whole person quickly withered. He was too difficult.

The death knell is no longer powerful intelligence. This TM is omniscient. What he wants to say is completely seen through. Even if he can live, it is meaningless.

"Peter..."

"I know that the spiders you cultivate use part of your DNA coding, and only your blood relatives can inherit the super soldier serum. Seriously, you can improve the SSS serum through spider venom, so as to eliminate the side effect of paranoia caused by users. It's a genius idea."

Su Ming points to him with a smile, in a tone of embarrassment, as if to say, "you are such a smart kid.".

Richard is really smart. It's also a good plan to use Osborne industry to borrow chickens and incubate eggs. But if he doesn't do this, spider Totem will choose Peter.

The web has decided everything, and the improved spider is just the medium. When the time comes, Peter will have another spider to give him a breath even if he is lying at home.Richard and Mary's efforts are in vain, trying to make their son the captain of the United States in the new era?

Sorry, but he was destined to be Spider man.

And the extract of the death spore flower, which is an Old World War II antique, should also be in the hands of Howard and Frey, but the Parker couple is afraid that the security level is not enough. They don't know that the aegis Bureau has this kind of death weapon.

They probably found this weapon by chance. They felt that they could not let him harm the American people, so they bravely fought against the enemy and seized the poison, which they intended to give to the appropriate person for safekeeping.

What's the right person? Of course, the best scientist at aegis, Howard.

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

Even if Su Ming gave it to Howard, it would probably be sealed with a numbered seal and sent to the desert warehouse of the Nevada aegis.

There are a lot of useless but can not flow out of the garbage props, sealed in the desert over there.

Does the death spore bomb work? In fact, it's true that ordinary people will die when they hear it, and the top strong people will lose their super ability coma when inhaled.

But where does the raw material come from? The aegis bureau can get the way to make this kind of thing, and it can't get the flowers only growing in the underworld of Heim. How many Grenades can this box of flower extract make?

Don't tell Richard such a cruel thing. Let him feel that his death and his wife's death are more meaningful.

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