Big Monster

They are too weak, not enough to satisfy him at all. The one who can really satisfy him should be the Titan creature called King Kong in the depths of Skull Island.

At the same time, Nagini discovered that the organisms on Skull Island contained radioactive elements, and in terms of purity, they were definitely not as good as the thousands of missiles he had collected.

But for the newly born Godzilla, this is indeed the best food.

A large amount of raw meat was swallowed, and under the corrosion of gastric juice, it was transformed into pure energy and poured into the whole body. Compared with pure radiant energy, this energy was too gentle.

When it entered Godzilla's body, it was instantly eaten away, and the remaining digested energy was swallowed by cells, and some cells began to divide for the first time.

After eating nine wolves, a bug, a rabbit, and nearly a hundred berries, Godzilla, who was originally only knee-high, is now taller than his knees.

Although the change is not too big, the weight has increased by hundreds of catties.

Chapter 459 Jimmy

On a sandy beach outside the Skull Island, under the hot sea breeze, Major Jimmy, who was naked to the upper body, took a sip of high-grade spirits while watching the soldiers who were training not far away.

Beads of sweat dripped from his muscular body covered with scars.

These scars are very peculiar, because the main weapons of modern warfare are firearms, so many of them are gunshot wounds.

But the injuries on Major Jimmy?

The most conspicuous thing is the wound extending from the shoulder to the lower abdomen. The huge scar seems to tear the whole person apart. In addition, on his arms, chest and other parts, he can see the obvious beast bite Scars left behind.

In fact, not only Major Jimmy, most of the soldiers who were training not far away had similar scars on their bodies, but it was not as exaggerated as Jimmy.

"Boom"

A modified off-road vehicle drove over from a base not far away.

A moment later, a strong man with a ferocious face came out from the inside. He was very strong, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with short blond hair and eyes as clear as the sea.

It's a pity that he only has one eye now, and three scars across his forehead from top to bottom, turning his originally handsome and resolute face into a strange twist, and the wanton growth of granulation deepened the horror .

Seeing the other party walking towards him, Jimmy flashed envy in his eyes:

"Tell me, Mr. Lucky, what do you want from me?"

Most of the army has nicknames. Jimmy's nickname is Major. Although there are seven or eight majors in the army, anyone who calls him a major must be Jimmy.

And the nickname of the captain in front of him is Mr. Lucky, because he is really lucky.

Throughout the military base, there are recruits and veterans. Almost all veterans have fatal wounds on their bodies, but these scars are all on their bodies.

It's weird, isn't it?

Including Jimmy, if he didn't take off his clothes, no one would know what a terrifying body was underneath this drunken face.

If the body is injured, it is still possible to survive, at most it will become like Jimmy covered in scars.

But what if the head hurts?

is really going to die!

The Mr. Lucky in front of him is the only person who was hit in the head in the military base for so many years, but did not die.

He is lucky and unlucky, but everyone hopes that he will be lucky, so they call him Mr. Lucky.

Besides, Mr. Lucky's ugly face was a little scary at first, even a little disgusting, but after a long time of contact, he actually felt ugly and cute.

But Mr. Lucky ignored Jimmy's scrutinizing eyes, but calmly said:

"Colonel Conrad looking for you."

Frowning, Jimmy's eyes flashed with irritability:

"What did that bloody Brit want me to do?"

Mr. Lucky shook his head, he took the spirits from Jimmy:

"Don't ask me, I don't know either."

When the strong alcohol enters the throat, it feels hot and uncomfortable, but as the alcohol is absorbed by the blood, it eventually spreads all over the body, except that the face is a little more drunk, and Mr. Lucky's one eye actually flashed a bit of happiness .

Alcohol is not allowed in the army because alcohol paralyzes the nerves.

But Skull Island is different. Soldiers here drink alcohol every day, and it must be strong alcohol.

Skull Island is by the sea, and it is humid and hot here.

If there is no alcohol to paralyze, the hidden wounds on the body are enough to turn a strong man into a vulnerable soft egg, if there is no strong alcohol to suppress it.

In less than half a year, ninety-nine out of ten veterans will collapse, so the rule that alcohol is not allowed is all bullshit here.

Five minutes later, at the military base by the seaside of Skull Island, Jimmy, smelling of alcohol, found the base's highest commander, Colonel Conrad.

Thin figure, gloomy eyes, occasionally flashing a fierce light, people can't help but think of a crazy wolf, wearing a colonel's uniform, sitting there meticulously.

It feels somewhat similar to the evil god Loki who came to earth a few years ago, but Colonel Conrad's eyes are more fierce.

Although he often said that his boss was a damned British guy, after all, the fact that he resold the corpse of the monster on Skull Island was not a secret in the eyes of these high-level officials.

But actually?

Jimmy actually admires Colonel Conrad, because he is the only person in the entire base who has more scars than himself, but never drinks.

Not because it doesn't hurt, but because this man has a will like steel.

Looking at Jimmy who pushed the door and walked in without even knocking, Colonel Conrad did not reprimand him for his ultra vires, but frowned:

"Drinking again?"

Sitting opposite Conrad, even though he knew that the other party was more uncomfortable than himself, Jimmy still said disapprovingly:

"Well, it hurts badly."

To say that the pain is really unbearable, it is not, but this feeling is like a toothache, which has been tormenting you.

After a long time, people can't wait to use a knife to dig out the meat inside.

Colonel Conrad, who was silent for a moment, did not continue, but took out a document from the stack beside him: "I have a task for you."

He knew that drinking was bad, but without drinking, soldiers would literally dig their own flesh with knives.

He couldn't control it, and couldn't bear to control it, so he could only let it go.

Although every time they met, he would question why the other party wanted to drink, but most people didn't take his questioning seriously.Just like Jimmy.