Chapter 2464

Thick, cold, smelly.

Inside the insect's head shell, it's not a suitable environment for slow sightseeing. Although it's as spacious as Tony's garage, the parasites working in the giant's body are obviously not high-end sports cars.

It's all Carol's fault. I didn't talk about dolls before. Marvel is an evil place. You can come to whatever you say.

There are many kinds of other small insects in the monster's body, which are about the size of a tank. It's not difficult to deal with them except for disgusting people. Moreover, the passage they drill through makes it easier to move.

Just walking in the soft smelly monster, Carol turns her mouth all the way. She obviously doesn't like the creeping walls and the nerves dancing like the subway.

Su Ming can only open his own way, holding a chain saw to saw a parasite in the way to death, and then walk into the holes they drilled, step by step close to the giant's brain.

Or command center?

Looking at the magnificent skull cavity wrapped by countless cables and pipes, surrounded by semi mechanical brains maintained by UAVs, the death knell was silent for a moment.

"Can this read memory, too?"

"Oh."

Strangulation gives a positive answer. Although the hardware is completely different from that on earth, it should not be a big problem.

The purplish black brain looks about the size of the bird's Nest stadium. Blood vessels and cables are constantly twitching with the heartbeat of insects. Not far from the entrance and exit of the UAV, there are busy small planes carrying all kinds of metal materials to maintain the operation here.

It's like a bug mining truck. Su Ming suddenly found out that.

Dr. Zola transformed the insect and threw it out of the city to eat mountains or unusable waste soil.

When it eats in large stones, the waste becomes a black desert and is discharged from the body, while various metal elements are left in the body for further refining and casting. These UAVs are responsible for assembling implants, carrying out cybernetic transformation, and so on.

This insect's stomach is probably a chemical refinery. After all, it can extract almost all kinds of metals by using electricity and acid and alkali.

That's right. The application of biological weapons and the production of chemical factories are the academic scope of Zola, and they are also in line with the crazy style of Hydra.

For example, the laser weapons that attacked them before were completely different from the blue plasma they made with cubes during World War II. They must have come from other science and technology trees.

"Hang."

While thinking about that, he ordered the symbiont to do it. Although this huge semi mechanical brain looks very spectacular, as I said before, the environment here is not suitable for sightseeing.

Symbiotic body gushes out from him, small bean sprouts instantly become huge waves, black waves occupy every inch of vision, and then push forward.

With all kinds of explosions and chewing sounds, some pitiful information flowed into the host's mind.

"Tut Tut, the wisdom of worms." "The bad news is that this insect has eaten and slept in his memory. The good news is that I know where there is a city, and Zola's lab is there too."

The brain is destroyed, but the insect does not die completely for a time. It is struggling violently, which is the whirl of heaven for the two people in its head.

It rolls all over the ground, bending its head and tail, just like the dying reaction of common insects after being poisoned with pesticide.

Fortunately, it didn't have 100 feet, and it didn't read the self-cultivation of actors, so after a little meeting in the sand, it gradually quieted down.

"Let's go to the city now. Since Zola's lab is there, Captain America, they should be locked up there as well." Carol wiped the blood on her face and strangled her brain. It was like the most primitive juicer, commonly known as "hard squeeze", which made her blood splash.

But the death knell was clean at this time, and there was no dust on it.

"You're right." The knell turned and saw the half buried big wooden ball in the sand sea, flew over and lifted it up like a bird cage: "as long as you carry them to fly together in this way, try the water with sub light speed first, and follow me."

...

"the Scrooge in the raft was rescued? Dr. Hansen's in a coma? Lost a terrible weapon? " The dead waiter touched his chin, and after listening to Colson's words, he laughed: "I can't understand a word, and now I'm going to find a middleman to cash this check. Bye."

Mercenaries, who are not interested in saving the world, are ready to take the two girls to the carnival all night.

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 in the middle of the game and you're all in the dust, isn't that cool?

The dead waiter thinks that he is a normal mercenary, at least much more normal than his cousin. Therefore, in the face of the hints from Tony and the female Thor, and the gentle retention of the baldness agent, he doesn't show any interest. Instead, he puts his arms around Domino and inoz, turns and walks away."I'll pay more!"

Tony is waving his checkbook. Now any force should unite. After all, it is said that there are 300000 Scrooges on the earth.

Even if this power is "disgusting power", it will work.

However, money is not omnipotent, at least not now. Dieshi is like a tiger who has just had enough. Even if there are rabbits running in front of him, he has no mind to chase them.

He smartly turned to Tony and made a heart to heart gesture, saying goodbye to the rich man in the alley:

"thank you for your name. Although I'm not the lady of Huichun shop, I'll take your order next time. We've made enough money today. We're going to have fun, haha!"

Watching him step into the darkness, Tony breathed deeply: "times have changed. Now the quality of mercenaries is very poor. There is no professionalism. What is earning enough? Is this human language? The more money, the better? "

"How much money do you have, Mr. stark?" One side of the poor bug holding his arm, looking at the back of the dead waiter disappeared: "is it like the fortune magazine said, the rich people in a breathing time, have a lot of money into the account?"

The iron man put away the checkbook and raised his moustache: "I don't know how much money I have. I'm not interested in money. I never take money with me when I go out."

Colson asked his agents to send the prisoners to another prison, the obelisk, while he stayed with the cavalry. He shook his head and walked to Tony with a smile on his face: "it seems that you are so rich that you feed the beater too much."

"... thugs? Yes, you remind me. I can still hire people. Peter, do you still have any contact with your classmate of the super power awakening? I heard she dropped out

"Don't call me my real name..." the bug covered his face, lowered his head, took out his cell phone from his pocket and betrayed his classmate's real name: "you said Jessica, right? She's really dropped out of school. She rented a house in hell kitchen and said she was going to open a detective office. "

"It's easy to do. Contact her and say that people here are stupid and have a lot of money. Come quickly." Tony took out a cigar and smoked happily: "next, as long as we talk about a deal with the X-Men and let the old bald hand, the Scrooge people are actually very easy to find."

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