Marvel's Rampage

Chapter 77 Trouble in x College [-]

The leading soldier A subconsciously moved a small step back and cursed in a low voice: "What the hell, you're standing here without sleeping in the middle of the night..."

Halfway through, he realized that such words would inevitably make him look weak in front of his companions, and he quickly changed his words: "Well, I'm not afraid, but this is a bit abnormal."

"They are mutants and think differently from us." The teammate who followed him was obviously much tougher than the first one. He held the loaded firearm with one hand and took it out from his waist with the other hand. He pulled out a tranquilizer gun and pointed it at Winstead: "They are not human beings."

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could pull the trigger, in the shadow of the open room behind the girl, a javelin-like object grazed the door frame and the corner of the girl's clothes at an incredible angle, and hit the gun-wielding soldier in the neck.

It was a rusty short-handled harpoon, and its blade-shaped blade, similar to a war sword, penetrated the poor man's neck and got stuck horizontally on his levator scapulae muscle like a hook.

Immediately afterwards, before anyone else had time to react, the soldier whose neck was penetrated was pulled into the lounge with the door wide open by an irresistible force.

The TV program with the volume deliberately turned down was accompanied by the sound of breathing as blood poured into the trachea. It could not completely cover up the unique sound of metal chopping on fleshy bones.

The girl who stood silently turned a blind eye to everything that happened in the flash of lightning.

Sumeru, a not-too-round object rolled from the room into the silent corridor. Wen Sidai's eyes slightly glanced down at the head at her feet, and when she looked at the soldier on the opposite side, her head tilted a small arc to the side. , which made her expressionless face reveal an expression of interest.

The girl's movements were caught in the eyes of the soldiers, and the heads at their feet made them reflexively pick up all the guns in their hands, and aim them at the door of the lounge as if facing a formidable enemy. The floor reflected the pale white light from the tactical flashlight.

As the only target in sight, Wen Sidai still stood quietly without making any movement.

The leading soldier A silently made two gestures to his companions. The other two kept their guns pointed at the door of the common room and advanced slowly and cautiously, while he himself took out the tranquilizer pistol from his waist and shot it at the girl. The trigger was pulled.

She stayed up most of the night, standing in the dark corridor and staring motionlessly at herself, even indifferent to guns and death. In this dangerous and weird atmosphere, just standing there made her feel mentally stressed. rise.

Even the soldier A who fired the shot had already planned in his mind what posture he would use to beat the girl into a sieve from head to toe...or be beaten into a sieve by her if the anesthetic didn't work.

Fortunately, neither of them had to face the fate of being turned into a human shower.

As the short and sharp needles of the three anesthetic bombs penetrated the clothes without any hindrance and penetrated into the muscles near the girl's collarbone, Winstead only had time to lower her head and glance at the finished injections arranged in a zigzag shape, and then she fell over without any resistance. On the ground.

Seeing that the potion worked, everyone around him subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

No one can guess what kind of superpowers a strange mutant will have. Even a little girl as cute as an enamel doll can't guarantee that she won't turn into some unspeakable monster and start killing people.

After all, a rumor spread from the brother army next door two years ago that a certain physics professor at Corvo University was a mutant who could turn into a bloated man.

The soldiers working under Colonel Stryker still believe this. After all, the story of this big green guy has never been heard since. It must have been captured and dismantled by some institutions that research mutants... They often use this trick.

Although Colonel Stryker had denied this statement, one could tell from his vague words that it must be a small emotion caused by not being able to get a piece of the pie. ╮╯╰╭

Back to the subject... Seeing that Winstead was shot unconscious without the ability to resist, the soldiers all focused their attention on the common room, and as they gradually approached, the cordon in their minds became tighter and tighter.

Two of the soldiers stood close to the wall at the edge of the door. Soldier A nodded vigorously to his teammates, took a deep breath and stood suddenly at the door with the rifle in his hand.

Under the influence of the tactical flashlight, the facilities in the room can be seen at a glance.

The soft sofa surrounds the TV, which displays the activities of animals in spring in an untimely manner; the headless body that was dragged into the room is on the carpet not far behind the sofa, and the blood flowing out will be pure. The wool carpet was dyed with large areas of dark brown; further inside, there were several chairs and small coffee tables arranged in random directions, with snacks and chessboards left by the students on them.

Only there are no dangerous elements as expected.

Soldier A did not dare to relax at all. After looking around the room for a week, he immediately and cautiously approached the only blind spot... The back of the sofa blocked his sight, which was large enough for an adult to lie down.

His steps were gentle, but when he got close enough to the sofa, he was like a poisonous snake before launching an attack. People would never imagine how fast his movements were at that moment before he got close enough to his prey.

He suddenly stretched out his upper body, pointing the muzzle of the gun directly at the sofa seat. What greeted him was a huge hammer that looked rough and heavy.

Assault

The blurry pattern captured by the retina caused Soldier A's tight string to snap immediately, and the only command left in his mind was to pull the trigger.

However, a funny chirping sound rang in his ears, interrupting his thinking and his action of pulling the trigger. His fingers trembled feebly twice as if he suddenly suffered from Parkinson's disease, and even the clenched The firearm slipped from his hand... If it weren't for the tactical strap, the gun might have hit Xue Pan directly in the face.

This situation is quite dangerous for both Xue Pan and Soldier A, but to outsiders, the quiet atmosphere in the room means that there is no sign of a battle.

The two soldiers on guard outside the door quickly followed up. The first one cautiously looked around the room, while the latter one turned around after confirming that there was nothing abnormal in the corridor.

But then, the two of them noticed something was wrong almost at the same time.

After all, with the fresh corpse of his comrade lying behind him, the soldier who led the charge not only stood behind the sofa without moving, but also threw away his gun. It looked like a transmitter that was frantically warning of danger signals.

The uneasy premonition made the two of them nervous. After looking at each other and communicating silently, they immediately separated left and right in an attempt to surround the sofa from the side.