bat baby

When Jing Mo woke up, he was in a dark room. He wondered if the kidnapper thought he was a child and relaxed his vigilance. He neither restricted his movements nor closed the door.

The dim light came in from the open door, seeming to lure him.

Jing Mo got out of bed resolutely, closed the door, went back to lie down, yawned, and planned to go back to sleep again.

Hydra couldn't help twitching the corners of its mouth when it saw the little boy's behavior from the surveillance. Are children so big-hearted nowadays?

If the mountain does not come, I will go to the mountain. If the test product does not come out by itself, I will bring him out.

With the loud sound of the door panel hitting the wall, the sleeping baby was startled, and cried out with a cry of "Wow!"

Hydra wouldn't have any love for the poor baby, so it walked over and picked up Jing Mo's arm and left.

The baby's fragile bones and tender arms couldn't bear such torture at all, and his crying became even more shrill.

The last thing Hydra's foundation lacks is such a cry.

Jing Mo's arm seemed to be broken, and the tracker and weapon Tony put on him had been removed long ago.

It was the first time Jing Mo was treated so rudely, he cried and grabbed the Hydra soldier's hand with his other hand.

The back of the opponent's hand felt a pain, and with a flick of his hand, Jing Mo was thrown flying and hit the wall.

The amulet on his body will only be activated when there are non-humans endangering Jingmo's life, and it is the first time for Jingmo to face the cold and emotionless harm of human beings, and he has already forgotten that he has a magic weapon for protection.

In China, humans, ghosts, and mutants live together in harmony. The malice faced by the three-year-old Jing Mo all comes from non-human beings, and his heart is full of kindness towards humans.

Like Grandpa Wang, who sells breakfast with two eggs not far from home, and Grandma Liu, who likes to dance in the square and always brings him yogurt... Many, many human beings are very friendly. They may not know his identity, but they A friendly smiling face is Jingmo's first impression of human beings.

Jingmo has no defense against human beings. Even if he goes abroad and sees all kinds of criminals, the kind-hearted character imprinted in his blood has not changed at all.

A three-year-old baby will hold grudges, he will remember that his father spanked him, he will remember that Jack scolded him, but his little head is full of Teacher Jenny's cheerful smile and Grandpa Afu's loving eyes...

He hit the wall heavily and failed to get up after several attempts. He looked at the strange man who didn't even change his eyes in fear.

The man walked towards him again, Jing Mo used his hands and feet to hide back, but where could he hide in the narrow passage?

The other party grabbed him immediately, and Jing Mo was terrified. He cried loudly, calling for his father and Uncle Tony, but no one came to rescue him.

Jing Mo was still struggling when he was tied to the test bench, and big drops of tears fell down, soaking the clothes on his chest.

When a person suddenly appeared beside him, Jing Mo was startled, and even stopped crying.

"It's him." The invisible man's voice was unwavering: "The doctor wants it, Song Jingmo, Chinese, three years old."

The doctor with gray hair but a face that looks like he is in his 30s nodded in satisfaction: "Good job."

The transparent man didn't respond to being praised, he seemed to be a robot without any emotion.

"Magic circles are also drawn everywhere in the base, and those damned demons can't get in." Hydra penetrated deeply, they did the same thing as demons, and reached an agreement with a high-level hell, they symbolically Find this child, and they are responsible for transforming this child into a demon.

"Uncle, help me, my hand hurts so much." Jing Mo looked at the transparent man pitifully, trying to soften the other party's heart with his tried and tested method.

But the transparent person acted as if he hadn't heard it, even his eyes didn't change.

"You can become invisible now." The doctor impatiently picked up the knife and walked towards Jingmo.

Jing Mo opened his eyes wide in fear and struggled, but the transparent figure standing beside him gradually disappeared, without even the sense of existence, and he couldn't even hear the sound of heartbeat and breathing.

Jing Mo cried and begged: "Uncle, don't scare me, I'm afraid...can you let me go?"

The doctor has already sold his soul to the devil, he smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid, it will be over soon, come... let me see what is your ability?"

Like the whisper of a devil, Jing Mo's clear eyes were gradually swallowed by despair.

"It hurts... woo..." A small group curled up in a cold corner, with countless wounds, large and small, no blood flowed out, and the healing speed was very slow.

Hydra's knife is engraved with inscriptions. It is a demon-eliminating dagger in ancient China, which was exiled abroad during the war.

Jing Mo didn't even have the strength to cry now, his whole body was so painful that he could barely breathe, the wound caused by the demon-eliminating dagger was no less than sprinkling salt on the wound for a monster.

He lay quietly for a while, before gathering the strength to raise his head and observe the room where he was huddled.

There was a person sitting not far away. Jing Mo needed comfort very much now. He didn't know the strength and perseverance that came from that forcefully pushed him past.

The wound was in contact with the ground, and it was painful. Jing Mo cried and crawled.

After finally crawling to the man's side, his soft little hands rested on the man's knee: "Uncle, can you hug me? I'm in so much pain."

The other party didn't respond at all, Jing Mo raised his head and looked into the empty eyes of the other party, as if he understood something, he struggled to move himself between the man's lapped legs with his little hands.

She nestled obediently, and covered her stomach with the only hand of the other party: "Thank you uncle." The poor little milk voice was crying, and it contained countless grievances hidden in these short four words .

He closed his eyes, endured the pain, and tried to fall asleep.

The man calmly looked down at the little baby nestled on his lap, and moved his hand slightly. The soft and warm touch caused his eyes to fluctuate for a moment, and then he also closed his eyes, one big and one small. Just fell asleep.

On the other side, the Avengers, who lost their children, were going crazy.

To lose a child when the Avengers are almost fully on duty is a disgrace.

Natasha even threw Mark out of the interrogation room before he had time to interrogate, and brought in all the Hydra survivors.

Mark turned pale when he heard the screams from inside.

Coulson explained to this "innocent" "prisoner": "She is not like this usually. She is the best interrogation expert here. She usually only breaks down the other party's psychology, not so violent."

It would be better not to explain, Mark was almost fainted by fright.

These Hydras are hard stubble, Natasha has used all methods, but the other party just refuses to speak.

Tony was already in touch with Bruce, and he didn't try to explain himself, but an apology was still warranted.

Bruce smiled wryly, it was useless to say anything now, but he would not forgive the other party generously: "You have to pray that my son is okay."

Communication was cut off for a word that I don't know if it was a threat.

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, looked at the half fried egg left in Jingmo in the morning and muttered to himself: "Sorry."

Jing Mo was also thinking about the half fried egg he had left in the morning, he was very hungry.

Although space is his last resort to save his life, since he was sensible, he has been repeatedly told not to use space in a predicament that he cannot solve.

This is the secret of the Hua Kingdom, a secret that he would rather die than reveal.

Jing Mo remembered it firmly, and now he would rather starve to death than take out a blade of grass in his own space.