Be a Poison Milk from Marvel Prison

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"Be more specific, what's the accident?" The man on the other end of the phone seemed a little dissatisfied.

Hearing that the mouth under the mask of Commander-in-Chief No. [-] twitched subconsciously. If the situation wasn't critical, he really didn't want to call the boss.

The main thing is that it is too difficult to communicate.

Commander-in-Chief No. [-] took a deep breath, and then tried to make a long story short, concluding:

"We were surrounded by the police. The opponents were numerous and well-prepared. The chances of successfully breaking through the encirclement were very slim!"

Just when he said this.

There have been several tentative gunshots around.

It was the sound of an assault rifle.

In this medium and long-distance combat, assault rifles with higher precision are more dominant, and if it is really a close-range encirclement and breakthrough battle, when a small hole is torn with human life, the important role of the submachine gun will be reflected.

The other end of the phone must have heard the gunshots at this moment, but he didn't pay attention, and he didn't shout loudly like a wimp: Where is the gunshot! ?
Instead, he calmly asked in that deep voice:

"What about the target?"

But when he heard these three words, Commander No. [-] seemed to hear hope, and hurriedly replied: "The target is being protected by us, and it hasn't suffered any harm yet."

With what he knew about this ruthless boss.

Whenever he said a sentence at this moment: "The target was not found."The other party would probably hang up the phone quite simply, leaving them surrounded by the police to fend for themselves.

But fortunately, they found their target. Thinking of this, Commander No. [-] breathed a sigh of relief.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, as if he was thinking about something, then he said:

"I'll send someone to pick you up now, and your task is to take a good look at the target for me during this period, even if all of you are about to die, I don't want to see the target fall into the hands of the police, do you hear me! ?”

"Understood, boss!"

Commander No. [-] was overjoyed and agreed.

This is their turning point. As long as the support is in place and those heavy weapons like metal storms appear one by one, then they will definitely not be in any danger this time.

Even the policemen in New York can kill them all!
After hanging up the satellite phone.

Commander No. [-] told the other commanders the good news on the walkie-talkie:
"Attention everyone, just talked to the boss on the phone, and our reinforcements will arrive soon. Our next task is to hold our ground and protect the target. All departments should save some ammunition. Persevere until the reinforcements arrive, which is our victory! End .”

"Received on the [-]st."

"Received on the second."

"three"

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Bruce Banner leaned against the wall, listening to the continuous gunshots outside, he was a little dazed.

Why did the police and the army fight?
When he saw so many police cars driving over at the beginning, Bruce Banner was still feeling in his heart why there was such a big battle this time, it was fine to arrest himself and send out the SEALs, and he called so many policemen over.

I didn't resist, is it necessary?

But then, this "Seal Commando" suddenly began to find a bunker and fought a gun battle with the police.

This made Bruce Banner confused for a moment.

But he is also a smart person after all, and he quickly realized:

Police are real police, "poster commandos" are not real Navy SEALs! ?
Could this group of people be well-trained mercenaries or terrorists?

I don't know where I got my whereabouts, and I caught myself to slice it for experiments?

Thinking of this, Bruce Banner's face suddenly sank.

He knows how inhumane scientists regard human life as nothing, even if he is caught by the military, he doesn't want to be caught by these terrorists.

At the very least, if he went to the military and was found out to be an ordinary person, he might regain his freedom.

Even if he can still transform into a monster, it is very possible to see Betty again at General Ross's place.

So this is why Bruce Banner didn't resist much at first.

But being caught by these terrorists is different.

Bruce Banner can think of it.

If he was a monster, he would be held under the strictest conditions, and he would have to draw blood from his body day and night, and then do a lot of human experiments with no bottom line.

And if he returns to normal, then I am afraid that the person will disappear immediately.

Because it's useless to them.

So no matter which way it is, it is almost impossible to see Betty in the future.

That's one thing Bruce Banner can't stand.

So when he understood this point, Bruce Banner no longer resisted like an old salted fish. He looked around at these well-equipped terrorists who were concentrating on observing the police.

Bruce Banner decided to take advantage of the chaos and escape.

Even if you risk your life because this gun battle may be the best opportunity, if you don't run, you may not be able to run for the rest of your life.
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Underground of a processing plant somewhere in New York.

George Stacey was locked behind the iron fence with a haggard look.

His middle-aged face had lost weight completely, his wheat-colored skin had turned gray, and his hair, which was always neatly blond, was so greasy that he could cook vegetables at the moment, and he was as embarrassed as he wanted.

This is a single prison where he is.

But there are almost no supporting living facilities. A blackened broken bed will creak when lying on it, and the toilet is even worse. It is just a bottomless pipe, and George has to do it every time Alignment, precise "bombing" will do!
A gap was opened in the iron fence, and usually his three meals a day were pushed in through this gap.

The food was naturally very unpalatable, otherwise he wouldn't have lost so much weight.Every day, there is a fixed bread with some sauce, or simply dry bread. The kind of scum with a bite.

George suspected that this group of people was deliberately taking the opportunity to retaliate against him.

After all, as the police chief of New York, he has offended many people, especially gangsters and even criminals.

Every night these days, when George is lying in bed, he thinks of the sandwich made by his wife Helen. The soft toast is wrapped with delicious lunch meat and fresh lettuce, and it is paired with the finely prepared sauce. Going down, all kinds of fragrance burst out in his mouth.

is so delicious
Thinking about it, George's stomach began to growl again.

In the middle of the night, he didn't have enough for dinner, so it was the time when he was the hungriest.

But he didn't wake up from starvation.

Instead, he was awakened by the uniform pace, and even the sound of the vehicle starting. Just by hearing the roaring engine, George knew it was a big guy.

These guys, why are they all dispatched?
George moved closer to the iron fence, but couldn't see anything.

(End of this chapter)