Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

"thump……"

Fuck, the old guy definitely did it on purpose... Killian rubbed his butt, maliciously glanced at a smug guy behind him, and turned his gaze back to the entrance of the passage.

The man with the scar just wanted to complain about which bastard threw the "grenade", when he met Dr. Alcoholic's cold gaze, he was so frightened that he lowered his head to change the magazine for the rifle.

On the left is the boss, the boss's father at the back, and on the off-road vehicle at the back is the boss's best buddy, his boss; the three experimenters at the entrance are also higher in level than him.

The man with the scar looked around in a daze.

As a co-author, I am the lowest ranked person and have the least say.

He stared at the fire ball from the corner of his eye, his thoughts flashed, he tapped his thumb lightly, and the black-painted magazine fell off, just as he pulled out the spare magazine at his waist and was about to insert it, a flash of fire flashed from the corner of his eye. enlarge.

The dense roots were wiped out by a fire, leaving only a bare vine, and the tip of the flame was overwhelmed and attached to the surface due to the rapid rush, forming a red tasseled spear.

not good!

It's not dead!

The scarred man was horrified. Just a moment ago, this vine pierced the hard skull and took away his good brother.

He doesn't think his bones are harder than the tattooed man.

The threat of death caused him to take a long time to deliver the gun. He pulled out the magazine from his waist in one second, then pulled it back to load the gun. He aimed at the vines and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da..."

The rapid rate of fire is the biggest advantage of the assault rifle. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen bullets fly out, forming a careful metal net in the air, blocking the way of the vines.

According to the experience when the man-eating bamboo was transferred for the first time, although it has mutated, it still maintains most of the characteristics of a plant.

One of them is the fear of fire, which is why Dr. Alcoholic threw the fire extinguisher can immediately, causing a dust explosion. (nonsense)

The second one is knives, firearms and other weapons that can cause physical damage to the root system.

After all, with the power of modern 5.56 mm caliber bullets, it is easy to break a vine as thick as three fingers.

If you're not lucky enough, you might be able to get right into the heart of the flower and take her away with one shot.

It turns out that Scar Man's attack worked. Man-Eating Bamboo had been injured in the explosion just now, and now he wisely chose to dodge in the face of bullets that might take him away directly.

The main body hidden in the fire flicked, and the front end of the root system swung 90 degrees and missed the bullet.

As a result, as soon as he dodged the hail of bullets, a fiery red fist dropped from the sky and hit the top of the root system hard.

At the moment of contact, the body of the man-eating bamboo wailed faintly, and the fiery heat on the fist was countless times stronger than that trace of flame, and the damage it caused increased exponentially.

It caused it to lose control of the root system in an instant, and was blasted into the ground.

"Oh!"

"Crack!"

The heart of the fire burst out, dust flew everywhere, and a crisp clicking sound came from the concrete floor.

There was a "plop" sound simultaneously in the firelight.

died!

Killian removed his fist, and spider web-like lines spread around. The thick roots were embedded in the cement floor, forming a concave-shaped shallow pit.

The fire in the pit was blazing brightly, and it was ignited along the thick root system, making a sizzling sound, and at the same time, the smell of burning firewood wafted in the air.

"Is this dead?"

The scarred man stepped forward and poked the root system with the barrel of his gun, picked it up, and then threw it down.

"It's possible." Dr. Alcoholic stepped forward to answer. He looked at the burning roots at his feet, and a flash of joy flashed in his heart.

Sometimes living is harder than dying.

Killian didn't want to talk now, he hoped that the man-eating bamboo was not dead, but also hoped that it was dead.

If he's not dead, he can pack it up and take it away for resuscitation. Among other things, Jino still needs the Extremis virus liquid to be treated.

On the other hand, he was a little afraid to step forward even though he was not dead. He could clearly see the dead tattooed figure just now.

To be honest, he was afraid of death.

So here comes the question, among the three people present, who should check the suitability?

Killian lowered his head slightly, staring at the back of the man with the scar who was busy "poking and poking" with a kind face.

Dr. Drunkard weighed the other fire extinguisher can in his hand without saying a word.

"..."

Some kind of induction caused the man with the scar to stop his movements, raised his head stiffly, and sneered: "Boss, why are you looking at me?"

Killian: "Scarred man, I usually treat you well, salary, benefits, medical care, insurance."

Dr. Drunk: "Scarred man, I usually treat you well. I draw blood, do tests, clean wounds, and treat diseases."

"..."

"It's... pretty good."

Killian: "There is a saying in Dongguo that things are done with money, so now is it time for you to show off."

Dr. Drunkard: "There is a saying in the Eastern Kingdom that a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring. Now is the time for you to show your kindness."

"..."

The scarred man glanced at the orange fist and the red fire extinguisher can, and the little chicken nodded: "That's very reasonable, you order it."

"Go and put away the man-eating bamboo, put it in the car and retreat."

"Go, man-eating bamboo..."

"Don't imitate me." Killian suddenly turned his head and glared at Dr. Drunkard:

"Old guy, be careful I leave you here to keep company with ninjas."

"Tch, do it if you have the guts. It's useless to force Lai Lai." The drunkard doctor resolutely fought back, but stopped his movements, staring straight at the scarred man.

"Hurry up and pick it up, the metal door will crack if it's too late."

When Dr. Alcoholic took the fire extinguisher tank, he pressed the button next to it. The passage above was now blocked by a metal wall, so the ninja hadn't come down yet.

Faced with the threat of the big boss, the big boss, the man with the scar obviously has no room to resist.

He got up bitterly and put on a new magazine, aiming at the roots and moving forward.

The leaves of the man-eating bamboo were burnt by the fire, and there were still sparks on the edges of the branches, lying in the black ashes.

The scarred man carefully poked it several times, but there was no response. He breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to grab it.

The big hand is a little closer to the man-eating bamboo, and the finely woven lines on the surface of the black combat gloves are crisscrossed and criss-crossed, clearly visible.

A breeze blew in from the end of the passage, blowing ashes from the ground into his eyes. The scarred man raised his hand to wipe them.

The man-eating bamboo shook imperceptibly, then returned to its original state when the scarred man opened his eyes.

At this time, there was movement from the passage above the head. The scarred man wanted to grab the man-eating bamboo and walk back.

"Boss, those ninjas are chasing us. Let's retreat quickly."

Seeing that the man-eating bamboo didn't respond when he walked all the way to the front, Killian also thought it was dead, so he leaned over and picked up the root pan, wrapped it in a circle, and stuffed it in the scarred man's arms.

He patted him on the shoulder and praised: "As expected of my right-hand man, he did a good job, and his salary is doubled this year."

That's not what you meant by the look in your eyes just now.

"thank you boss."

"Stop talking nonsense and drive away quickly. I don't want to stand in front of someone else's knife and talk."

Dr. Alcoholic interrupted the meaningless flattery, turned back to the off-road vehicle first, and sat in the driver's seat.

The fire extinguisher canister was not thrown either, stuffed next to his butt for emergencies.

Killian followed him and opened the car door, sat in the back seat, and was in line with Gino.

The man with the scar had no choice. He knew that as long as he was still holding the man-eating bamboo in his arms, the boss and the others would not be able to let him sit in the back or drive a car alone.

"It's a good thing you're dead, otherwise I wouldn't have the opportunity to take care of the tattooed man's wife and daughter. After all, you're still my lucky star."

"Why are you still standing there? Come up quickly."

"Oh, here we come." Hearing the boss's urging, the man with the scar quickly straightened his trajectory and trotted forward.

"Grinding and chirping."

Killian yelled at him in a low voice, and when he saw him open the car door, he taunted, "Escape, brother, please move faster."

"My fault, my fault, there will be no next time."

The scarred male chick pecked rice and nodded, as long as he didn't deduct money, he could say anything.

After all, he now has to support one, two, three, four...dozens of women by himself, and the pressure is enormous.

Someone is going to ask, hey, don’t you just need to take extra care of the tattooed man’s wife and daughter, plus one at home, so you can add up to three at most.

Why did it become one, two, three, and countless people?

The man with the scar said that was a good question, and showed a mocking expression with his backhand.

Small, the layout is small.

Someone once said that with great power comes great responsibility.

I,

The man with the scar regards this sentence as his lifelong belief, and for this reason, I am willing to spend all my wealth to save women who have lost their way.

I,

Such a noble person.

Thank you!

The man with the scar opened the car door, hugged the man-eating bamboo with his right hand, propped his left hand on the car door, raised his left foot and stepped on the blanket... Then, he remained motionless.

Killian had already criticized him for procrastinating just now, but now that he suddenly stopped, he suddenly became angry:

"Why are you in a daze? Why don't you sit down quickly? Why, do you want me to get out of the car and help you personally and close the door for you?"

Killian turned his head and glanced at the passageway after cursing, but didn't notice the panicked eyes of Dr. Alcoholic.

He turned around and saw that the man with the scar was still in a daze, his anger ignited his rationality, he sat up, stretched out his hand across the seat and slapped the man with the scar on the shoulder.

Unexpectedly, it sounded like a slap on wood, making a dull sound. The man with the scar lay down straight and fell on the seat.

"Bang!"

After a silence of 0.01 seconds, two Chinese quintessence sounds were heard in the carriage.

"Fuck Fuck!"

"Monkey Raichet!"

"drive--"

"Oh!"

As Killian roared, Dr. Drunkard showed extraordinary reflexes and force value.

He held the wheelchair with his right hand, bent his legs slightly to achieve a 42-degree rotation, and kicked him out of the car with a size leather shoe on the scarred head.

Then he returned to the original position with lightning speed, and at this time Killian had already put the gear on for him, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car "swished" out.

"Squeak-wuwuwuwu."

As soon as the car left, the scarred corpse on the ground was pushed away. A black and low bamboo plant moved rapidly on the ground, its roots rubbed against the ground, and the charred part on the surface fell off, revealing the smooth and rosy new skin inside.

The corpse with the scarred face in place "lost all moisture" and looked like a mummy.

Killian has good eyesight, and saw this scene through the rear glass, and couldn't help but curse:

"Fake, the man-eating bamboo seems to have evolved, and the speed of absorbing blood is countless times faster than before, wow."

As if to prove his words, the long roots of the man-eating bamboo trembled and twisted, and immediately behind the off-road vehicle, Killian could even see the red and tender skin on the roots.

"Old guy, drive faster, the man-eating bamboo is about to catch up."

"Fake Squid, I have stepped on the accelerator as far as it will go. What a crappy car you are, it's running too slow."

"Fake Squid, this was specially modified with a labor cost of one million. If you don't know how to play, just get out of here and let me do it."

While exchanging blows with him, Killian raised his feet and prepared to step into the driver's seat.

Snapped!

"Get out!" Dr. Alcoholic raised his hand and patted his stinky feet away, stuffed the fire extinguisher tank on his waist, and said:

"Use this to delay time."

"Fake, I didn't tell you earlier if I had this thing." Killian cursed and took the jar.

He gestured at the size of the jar without opening the car window, pulled out the pistol at his waist, stood up and opened the sunroof, and the gust of wind poured straight into the car.

He squinted his head and got out of the skylight, his eyes locked on the roots of the snake skin behind him, and the orange light emitted from his hands made the surface of the jar red.

"Whoosh."

When the pot reached critical mass, Killian tossed his hands, and when the pot flew in front of the root system, he drew his pistol like lightning.

"boom!"

The moment the bullet was ejected, sunlight shone in from the cave behind.

Export is here!

Killian laughed loudly. As long as he walked out of the passage and faced the scorching sun, if nothing else happened, Man-Eating Bamboo would not dare to come out at all. Then he could go anywhere.

"Hahaha, damn man-eating bamboo, goodbye... hiccup."

If there is no accident, there will be an accident.

The bullet hit the target, but the fire extinguisher canister did not explode. It turned out that the roots blocked the canister and caught the bullet.

"Fake."

Killian's expression changed and he was about to shoot again. Unexpectedly, the man-eating bamboo flicked its tip and returned the jar to its original path.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a pistol. There are a lot of gravel on the ground. When it flicks its tail, the thumb-sized stones fly out.

"Boom."

Right in the middle of the red star.

The jar was heated by Killian, and it was already on the verge of explosion. Now that the stone hit the surface, the red-hot iron sheet directly ignited the dust inside.

"Bam—"

A shock wave that was smaller than before but concentrated countless times swept across the four directions.

The high-quality bulletproof glass was blasted with countless cracks, and Killian succeeded in transforming at a critical moment. Even so, he was pushed back by the turbulent airflow, and his spine hit the frame of the car so painful that he grinned.

"Facker—"

Things were both good and bad. Although the bulletproof glass was cracked, the car used the force of the impact to jump a long way.

The man-eating bamboo was miserable, he didn't understand the principle that the effects of force are mutual, he bumped straight into the shock wave, and was pushed far away.

With one increase and one decrease, the distance was completely opened.

Killian also found out, and this time he laughed with relief: "Hahahaha, I didn't expect that, idiot, you did it yourself, human tools are not so simple.

Just stay at the base for me and come back to you when I have the chance. I hope you are still alive by then. "

After that, he patted the roof of the car: "Old guy, full power, let's get out of this ghost place."

"it is good."

The car accelerated again.

The man-eating bamboo was unwilling to give in. It was very unwilling. It remembered this human being who dug it out, imprisoned it in a small dark room, and attacked it with weapons just now.

Can't let him go!

The man-eating bamboo draws back its roots full of hatred, and fixes the two sides to the ground; the bamboo body lies in the middle and pulls back until the roots form a semicircle.