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Governor's Palace of Kosovia.

The marble floor was stained red with blood, and Alfred looked into the distance.

"Mr. Alfred, it's all over."

"Build a factory here and produce horror robots" Jeno's explanation flashed in Alfred's mind. Although he probably knew what Jeno wanted to do, he was just a housekeeper and didn't need to know that much.

With the blessing of Franklin buff, a series of simple but exquisite construction workshops were formed.

Alfred asked a puppet to recruit a group of workers to produce terrorist robots on the assembly line every day, assemble them, and then ship them to an unknown location in the Middle East.

They have no money, but they have oil, and now the price of oil remains high, so Jeno has not lost money, and even made a fortune.

"Mr. Thomas, you can completely trust the ability of our goods." A man code-named "Baron Zemo" opened the wooden box (the one in the movie) with a smile.

He is a Kosovian who was recruited by the Apocalypse Corporation because of his participation in many special operations and became their contact with militants in the Middle East.

He can get [-]% of each order. Baron Zemo is a smart man. After seeing the power of the terrifying robot, he gave up his little thoughts and decided to concentrate on being a dog for the Apocalypse Company.

Being a dog can not only be sheltered, but also have bones to eat, Zemo is willing to be a dog!

"Dear Zemo, empty words are nothing," the prince with the largest separatist regime in the Middle East smiled kindly.

But don't be fooled by his smile, there is nothing clean about him to sit in this position.

"So, would Mr. Thomas be willing to provide some experimental products?" Zemo smiled, he understood what this guy meant.

"No problem." Thomas clapped his hands, and several scrawny Eagle Sauce soldiers were dragged up.

Thomas retreated with his men, a chill flashed in his eyes, if this kid named Zemo dared to play with himself, he would definitely kill Zemo.

Baron Zemo shrugged. After seeing the horror robot in actual combat, he didn't think this group of people would be willing to kill him.

Baron Zemo pulled out the red chip and pressed it into the card slot of the horror robot.

The built-in system of "Om" was activated, and the originally limp six robot legs stood up, and the six infrared compound eyes scanned the surrounding environment in all directions.

Baron Zemo dons spider-shaped earbuds, an essential tool for controlling the terrifying robot.

"Kill them!" Baron Zemo pointed to several eagle sauce soldiers.

The red compound eyes are all lit up, the six robot legs, and the lightweight structure give the horror robot unparalleled speed of movement.

The Yingjiang soldiers were torn to pieces without even screaming.

The degree of bloodiness made those well-informed militants in the Middle East vomit.

Thomas grinned and clapped in satisfaction.

"Very good, so what about facing the Prism Tank?" Thomas was a little satisfied, and ordered his men to drive down a Prism Tank that was "captured" from a certain eagle sauce squadron at a high price.

The two are separated by 1000 meters.

"Start!" Thomas looked at the horror robot excitedly, this kind of thing fits his temperament, brutal and fierce.

"Buzz" the prismatic tank charged and launched, but when the laser fell, the terrorist robot had already jumped onto the prismatic tank, and the six hard robotic claws easily tore open the outside of the prismatic tank, and then got in like a parasitic beast.

"Ahhh!" The driver's scream sounded from inside, and the light prismatic tank also emitted black smoke.

At the last second of the explosion, the terror robot emerged intact.

It only took five seconds, and the powerful strength displayed by the terrifying robot made Thomas tremble with excitement.

He already thought of the scenario of using the terror robot to kill those enemies.

"I want five hundred, no, one thousand, no, 1! I'll give you two oil fields!" Thomas grinned. He had already planned to use the terrorist robot to destroy the prismatic tanks on his site, and then Cannibalize the territories of other warlords.

"It's our honor that you can see it." Baron Zemo smiled. A horror robot cost $10, and Warlord Thomas asked for $1.

He can earn 100 million, and then replace his wife and children with big houses and big villas, let them emigrate to the United States, and stay away from the right and wrong here.

A week later.

American base in the Middle East.

Three prismatic tanks were placed at the entrance of the base, and the eagle sauce soldiers inside lost the game of undressing in a rock-paper-scissors game.

1000 meters away, pairs of scarlet electronic compound eyes lit up.

Accompanied by a sound of Arabic, one after another of extremely fast black afterimages rushed towards Yingjiang base.

"Ah!" The screams in the light prismatic tank continued, and were immediately covered by carnival.

The Eagle Sauce soldiers have been crippled by the Prism Tank.

Terrorist robots sneaked into the base one by one.

After a terrifying robot dismembered a soldier by the bonfire in front of the Eagle Sauce soldiers, they finally came to their senses and looked for weapons in a panic.

Half of the people died in the process.

When this group of people got their weapons, they found out in despair that they couldn't even hit the damn robot.

There were screams and howls, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.

Thomas stepped on the ground with viscera and blood, and on his wrist was a spider-shaped watch, which was the controller of all the horror robots.

The owner is the master of all horror robots.

Satisfied, Thomas lifted his head and looked intoxicated at the smooth wound at the fracture.

He now has a dream.

.............

"Bang!" Peter was knocked to the ground again, splashing a large amount of dust.

"Hahahaha!" The Green Goblin raised one hand.Speaking of Peter Parker, his eyes went crazy: "I'll ask you one last time! Where is Jano Wayne?"

"I won't betray my brother, you're dead!" Peter smiled and shook his head, fully expressing his disdain for the Green Goblin.

"Then go to hell!" A sharp blade popped out from the nose of the hang glider.

Chapter 19 Jeno is Coming

Poor Peter escaped the Green Goblin's attack with an extremely indecent posture.

The blade with a cold light can easily cut through the muscle tissue.