[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

My name is Dai Ze, a former first-level consultant of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and now an acting professor of the Hydra Research Division.I engaged in human experimentation, committed many crimes, and now I have finally received my due retribution——

He was strangled to death on the experimental table by the experimental subject.

……Kidding.

But it was indeed pinched, and it was quite painful.

His back was tightly pressed against the glass cover, and that hand was as strong as a steel bar.Dazzle grabbed Hancock's wrist, with the other hand he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice.

"You could break my neck, right now, or crush my skull. It's not a hassle at all."

The hand between the neck gradually tightened, blocking the arterial blood flow, and Dai Ze had to stop breathing heavily, but the brain that lost the blood supply was still in a state of severe hypoxia.

Just when Daize thought he was really going to die this time, that hand suddenly let go.

He fell forward feebly, leaned against something, and then completely lost consciousness.

On the outskirts of the Siberian glacier, the S.H.I.E.L.D., who dug out the half-dead Baron Sterak from the alloy iron ball and successfully captured him, is boarding the spacecraft in an orderly manner, preparing to evacuate.

Tony Stark looked left and right, the sleek armor reflected the dazzling metallic luster under the mild sunlight.

"Where's the captain?"

May Melinda, the captain of the nearest cruise, said: "The captain left first, with an unconscious mutant."

"Where's Fury?"

"He took Strucker back to S.H.I.E.L.D., you know sir, that's the important thing."

Stark frowned: "Then you?"

"We are doing follow-up work."

Mr. Iron Man curled his lips: "Don't do this, it's another finishing job. I've done enough of this kind of work. I decided to hate this from today on."

Melinda looked at this man who was sitting on a deck chair with a large umbrella and a small square table beside him, eating Coulson's special donuts, as if he was on a beach vacation, and said with a blank expression: " You don't look like you're working at all."

Stark licked the colorful sugar sticking to the corner of his mouth: "Hey Mei, I just went through a big battle, okay, can you be considerate of the wounded?"

"I thought you would say, we SHIELD can't afford you."

Stark took it for granted: "Anyone can see it, so obvious that there is no need to repeat it."

Melinda: "...I don't know who was emphasizing it repeatedly."

Stark: "Maybe it's Director Fury, he's always been so honest, and that's what I admire most about him."

Melinda was silent.

She felt that it was a mistake to answer the call from the beginning.

After cleaning up the outer battlefield, Melinda turned around and planned to troubleshoot the spaceship and prepare to take off. At this moment, there was a sudden vibration on the ground, and a huge mushroom cloud exploded in the center of the glacier about a mile away. Sparks flew everywhere, and the scene was spectacular. Half of the snowy mountain closest to the underground research institute was blown down.

Stark stopped chewing: "What is that?"

Melinda narrowed her pair of oriental red phoenix eyes: "The scene of the explosion?"

"No." He put down the donut, and the open mask closed automatically, "I mean the thing that flew towards us."

The next moment, the small black spot not far away suddenly enlarged, and even came to them from a mile away in less than a second.The swift figure was like a sharp blade piercing the air, and a hurricane blew up Stark's parasol and spun twice in the sky.

Stark spread out his palm, and the arc reaction device in his palm was facing the face of the big man who suddenly appeared: "Dude, the mutant's spaceship is another one."

He looked at Melinda: "Is this person a mutant?"

Melinda stared at the man who was tall enough for her to look up to, and shook her head uncertainly.

The man didn't say anything, he only made two movements - casually threw the unconscious professor in his arms to the feet of the two of them, then stretched out his hand and tore off a whole piece of pine tree branch and wrapped it around his waist.

Stark wanted to say something like "He doesn't think his dick is in a hurry?" However, after seeing the young man on the ground, the sentence was successfully choked in his throat.

"Dai...Ze? I remember his name is this?"

The metal mask was opened again, Stark squatted down to help Dazzle up from the soft and icy snow, looked at it twice, and then said in disbelief: "How did he make himself like this in an hour?"

No one answered him, because the moment he squatted down, the tall man who carried Daize out flew into the sky with a whoosh, leaving only a big hole on the ground that he stepped on due to the recoil before going to the sky.

The speed is so fast that they can't even see the small black dot.

The wind and snow howled, and the professor was blown sideways by the wind, resting his head on Iron Man's stiff shoulder armor.Stark stretched out his hand to push it away, but when his index finger was about to touch the opponent's forehead, he saw the huge wound on the professor's abdomen again, thought for a while and withdrew his hand silently.

"Vital signs are weak."

Melinda gave the most sincere results that can be seen with the naked eye without the need for medical equipment to be tested.

Stark put away his cynical expression: "Is there any help?"

Melinda replied to him: "Aren't you a genius?"

Mr. Genius Stark frowned and said, "I thought you could tell the difference between a machine and a human body?"

Melinda: "Then when someone cut a big hole in your armor from the belly, the energy leakage rate is as high as [-]%, and multiple data networks are broken, do you think this armor can still be used?"

Stark spread his hands: "At least I can fix it."

Melinda looked at him silently. After a while, she said helplessly, "Director Fury won't agree."

Tony raised his eyebrows: "So you really have a way?"

"But that would come at a huge price. Why would we take these to save a—" Melinda crossed her arms, and paused for a long time before saying the last word, "Hydra?"

"Tsk, that's a problem."

Stark rubbed his chin, and then snapped his fingers: "Yes, what's the use of just catching a Strucker, this man is the most powerful subordinate of the Red Skull, and only by capturing him, you, Chief Fury, can penetrate the nine The snake's plan."

Melinda was expressionless: "So you also know that he is the most powerful subordinate of the Red Skull."

"So I'm not making the best captive plan for this one?"

Melinda looked down, her upturned phoenix eyes and angular features made her not seem like a talkative person, but she was: "Do you need me to repeat that? It will cost a lot. The genetic repair solution of the headquarters of the Academy of Fine Arts in Los Angeles, their most precious experimental result, has to admit that it is very effective and can treat any external trauma known so far, and it just so happens that their researchers are some old and ugly vampires, Do you know how much it cost Director Fury to get a bottle of their failed genetic repair solution?"

"To treat his infertility?"

"A whole medium-sized exploration spacecraft!"

Stark had an expression of "you seem to be teasing me": "Can a problem that can be solved with money be called a problem?"

"Then you want to ride money back and forth from here to Siberia in 10 minutes?"

Stark: "...that's a real problem. I don't think it would be too difficult for me if my armor wasn't damaged."

Just when the two of them were frowning and arguing endlessly because of this problem, a heavy object beside them fell to the ground, and a snowflake splashed with a bang.

The man who flew away just now flew back again. He was still wearing his simple pine-leaf grass skirt, but there was an oval-shaped capsule-shaped transparent cultivation chamber about two meters long on his shoulders, which was filled with light green The liquid looks weird in color.

He put down the cultivation chamber vertically, and glanced at the professor leaning on Stark's shoulder, no emotion could be seen in the black pupils.

Then without saying anything, he turned and flew away again without a word, in the same haste he had come.

Stark looked at the half-meter-long capsule-type cultivation warehouse quietly inserted into the snow, and scratched his face: "The legendary genetic resurrection instrument? Medallin?"

May: "...it's Melinda."

The Los Angeles Times of the day.

"The notorious bastard hero Hancock is back again, and his first move was to invade the Los Angeles headquarters of the Academy of American Sciences and steal their most precious genetic resurrection equipment? I can only say that no matter how long it takes, he can't change it." What's wrong with him, and what the hell is he trying to do? Will Superman get hurt, too?"

In the picture, the tall Superman wearing only a pine leaf grass skirt tore open the metal alloy outer wall of the Academy of Fine Arts with his bare hands, and then Da Lala went in and carried a capsule-shaped thing out.A researcher with a big belly and a shiny face followed behind him. When Hancock was about to fly into the sky, he yelled and successfully stopped the superman's movements.

No sound can be heard on the screen, but judging by the mouth movements, what the researcher is saying is——

"You promised not to hurt good people again!"

Hancock turned his head expressionlessly, stretched out his index finger and flicked the metal wall closest to him, and the wall shattered radially in an instant.

Due to the shooting angle, the camera did not capture the scene on the other side of the wall. What was recorded in front of the camera was just a drop of cold sweat dripping from the forehead of the professor with a big belly.

Then the screen changed, and the east front wall of the research institute collapsed, and the researchers and subjects escaped together. Hancock stood in the crowd, carrying the big green guy, and flew into the sky again.

"This is the so-called feat of meeting Hancock again after two months away from Los Angeles. It is initially estimated that the economic and property losses he brought to Los Angeles this time are as high as 480 million US dollars. If the records are accurate, this is a low-key response to bad behavior. He actually broke the personal record of the government's joint claim. Hancock himself still does not make any statement on this."

"Los Angeles Times reporter for you."