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

This raging storm is still continuously absorbing the surrounding space elements, and its diameter is growing itself every minute and every second at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You never told me that the cosmic court is still monitoring such a dangerous person, and you never told me that when this person explodes enough to attract the attention of the cosmic court, it will cause such terrible consequences. The chain collapse of the dimensional space? As Strange's personal bodyguard and butler, Wang wrinkled his face into a bitter gourd, "If I don't handle this well, my mage employment certificate may be suspended for another half year. God knows I only got it back last month." "

Strange was forced to lower his head by the invisible force on his shoulders, twisted his neck and turned his head downwards. While struggling, he stretched out his movable little finger and patted Wang's shoulder comfortingly. Then he used a rare He said in an amazed tone, "You know, this is simply the second most spectacular scene I have ever seen in my career."

The personal butler Wang touched his bald head: "What is the first?"

Strange rolled his eyes: "The first is the fried kale with maggots that you made."

Wang said blankly, "That's a stick insect."

Strange's Adam's apple twitched, and he added: "And your spider eye soup, that's really, spectacular enough."

Wang: "You are still in the mood to joke."

Wang raised his head and looked at the Cosmic Tribunal, which had already been faintly visible above his head. After being slowed down, it failed to complete its descent this time, and what Strange endured was probably only one-tenth of the entire court. weight, but for a place the size of a planet, this one-tenth of its weight against Strange is like a newly hatched ant against a full-grown elephant.

The strong golden light caused Wang to narrow his originally small eyes.

Strange slightly moved his flaxen-covered arm: "This amount of strength can't do anything to me,] besides——" He looked towards the center of the storm, revealing a "When you are unlucky, you see someone who is stronger than you." Unlucky person" expression, said: "There is a more miserable person inside."

That person was Hancock who was struggling to make his way to the center of the storm.

The internal destructive power of the spiraling storm is much more astonishing than the external one. Electric current-like threads are formed between the friction of the airflow. The blackness together is different from the exploding sound of those scattered electric currents colliding. The inside of the sphere presents a strange static state, which looks mysterious and harmless.

No one is really stupid enough to think of it as something harmless.

Hancock carefully avoided these, but still scratched the surface of the sphere pushed outward by the hurricane, and just at that moment, there was a huge suction force from the surface of the skin it touched to the inside, like some invisible force Pulling him to that end vigorously, he even heard the sound of something breaking.

Those are his bones.

Although the scope of the shattering was not large, the sound was very small, and because of Superman's powerful self-healing ability, he was healed in an instant, but Hancock really noticed it.

This feeling has a strange familiarity to him, as if in his lost memory, he has come into contact with the most primitive, mysterious and dangerous power in the universe—although it is only a prototype, the scale It even counts as pediatrics, but it's really—

Black hole.

And in the inner layer, the place closest to Daize, these small black holes are connected together like a cocoon, wrapping Daize in the center, just like when a person suffers a huge trauma, he locks himself in a place where he can find a sense of security. Instinctive reactions in small spaces.

Before thinking about the reason of "why to save him", Hancock subconsciously stepped forward without any hesitation.

In an instant, overwhelming pressure surged from all around. Those spherical objects were adsorbed on the skin, as if they were about to be sucked out of the body together with the bone and marrow. The huge number made the body they adsorbed become the object of their scrambling. The subject, the limbs and bones were torn to reveal the white bones and joints inside, and the next moment it was restored to its original state, then torn again, and then restored.

It's not that Superman doesn't feel pain, it's just that Hancock has never experienced this strange feeling since he woke up from the small clinic in Miami.

In other words, I have never experienced it so clearly.

When Hancock came in front of Dazzle, the white coat on his body had been destroyed and disappeared, his body was covered in blood and flesh, and the sound of wet and wriggling muscles as they repaired could be heard next to his ears.Hancock nonchalantly stretched out his palm and wiped the blood on his face, and at the same time, the half of the dangling nose hanging from the bridge of the nose was also taken off - although it would not take long for it to grow back again.

He figured he must look terrible now, at least compared to the guy who needed help.

Dai Ze knelt on the ground, and the corpses of the "Reunion members" around him had already been rolled up into rice pieces by the storm. He didn't seem to have suffered any damage at all, his clothes were as neat as ever, and his pants didn't show too many wrinkles. There were no scars on the exposed white skin, but from the strength with which he held the golden mask in his hand, until his knuckles turned white and trembled, he could easily feel that the man in front of him was about to condense into a substantive collapse. despair.

Even if he is expressionless now.

Hancock looked at the black eyes, almost unable to restrain the desire to cover them with his hands.

Because these eyes make the man look like he has lost all vitality, like a breathing shell.

"What exactly is this?"

It wasn't loud, but he was sure Strange could hear it.

Sure enough, Strange's voice came from the void the next moment.

"Ability to go berserk, this explanation is too complicated. You can understand it as a collective explosion of emotion-driven ability, or as a burst reaction when a certain element is oversaturated. It is extremely powerful and dangerous. Failure to stop it in time can even endanger life—of course, the biggest threat to his life now is not the uncontrolled supernatural elements but the cosmic court that may come at any time."

Hancock frowned: "The solution."

Doctor Strange, who seemed to have done his homework, opened his mouth and backtracked: "According to the contents of the Grimoire, you can dance around him in a sacrificial dance called 'Master' to appease the rioting dimensional space elements, This was the year Mutants were discovered, a dance created by a Shadow Priest, coincidentally also named Dazzle. There is also a way where you wave a wand and shout a string of spells, a bearded The old wizard's self-invention, but this one seems to be more difficult for you than the first one, because you need a wand first--"

Hancock couldn't help but interrupted: "You just need to tell me one that works now."

Strange shrugged, but because of the weight on his body, he could at most raise his little finger, and then said seriously: "I'm telling you the solution seriously, because these two are short-term highest success rate."

Hancock frowned, "Nothing else?"

Strange said: "Yes, but it doesn't succeed every time. I don't know what the reason is but—"

"Write his name on his forehead."

Hancock froze for a moment.

He looked down at Dai Ze, as if feeling something, Dai Ze raised his head mechanically, and those black, out-of-focus pupils were facing him.

Obviously expressionless, but looked so helpless.

Hancock stretched out his hand cautiously, and just above Daze's forehead, that index finger dripped a drop of blood, along his brow, across the bridge of his nose, and dripped down from his chin, leaving a stain on the white shirt. The next splash of red marks.

He carefully wrote his name on Dazzle's brows. The skin under his fingertips was different from Hancock's rough skin, smooth, delicate, and warm. This piece of skin is scratched and scratched.

After finishing writing, he withdrew his hand and stood there for a while, but nothing happened to Daze.

Hancock clenched his fist involuntarily: "It doesn't work?"

At this moment, the person in charge of the Cosmic Court finally discovered an external force that prevented the coming of the Cosmic Court. Almost instantly, the pressure increased several times. Strange was so crushed that his whole body began to sink. It was only by sharing a little weight with the shot that the court's continued downward trend was stopped.

"There's no time!" Wang yelled, "If this goes on like this, none of us will be able to get away!"

Strange thought about all the cases in the Grimoire, and finally found the key point: "Emotions, you need emotions."

"You're waking someone up, Hancock, not doing an assignment."

Hancock moved his Adam's apple: "You expect me to have feelings for a person who locked me in a glass room for slice research?"

Strange: "You all live together and you tell me you have no relationship?!"

As if hearing something unbelievable, Hancock's first reaction was to dig his ears to see if he heard something wrong, but the increasingly clear appearance of the cosmic court made him unable to spare time to do this nonsense.

The increasing oppression made him feel panicked for the first time.

God knows how little he knows about the word "feeling" from his life experience alone in the past few decades!

Hancock reached out and rubbed his temples to force himself to calm down. When he was struggling to recall the time spent in the laboratory that he didn't want to recall at all, he accidentally saw the faint mark on Dazzle's forehead. The name of the bloodstain.

Dai Ze.

So a question naturally popped up in my mind.

How did he know the man's name?

Because of the name tag on his chest?

No, he should have known the person's name before he noticed the name tag.

dazzle.

Dazzling, dazzling, brilliant.

correct.

Among all the onlookers, be it the residents, the media, or the researchers, only this person told it with a smile.

"My name is Daze."

"I'm sure no one will tell you their names. This is the Institute. But I'm different from them. We're friends."

He has always referred to the experimental subjects as "friends".

It was absurd, for Hancock thought neither of them were good people, and this one was just putting on a little bit of bling.

But don't know why.

He didn't want to see him die.

Thinking of this, Hancock completed the last stroke of the name following the trace just now.