[Zhongyingmei] How difficult is it to become a reliable adult

Jason squatted on the ventilation duct and lowered his voice, "The guards here haven't been withdrawn, there must be something tricky. This matter is not as simple as a group of dizzy fools opposing superheroes."

The ceiling of the underground base is very high, and the distance above the ventilation ducts is at least two meters from the ceiling.

All three of them squatted on the ventilation ducts, wearing clothes ripped from the guards, their faces covered by Jason's camouflage masks.

Ai Puli is so small that she can't wear pants at all, so she can only pull the guard's coat hastily on her body, and worry about whether she will trip her feet.

Her ability is very suitable for reconnaissance, relying on telepathy can avoid the guard's patrol route to the greatest extent.

April felt strange.She originally thought that there would not be many people in the underground base, and that the large force should be distributed among the ten execution points, and at the same time, some people should be allocated to carry out the plan of kidnapping, live broadcasting and transporting hostages.

There are too many people left here, so many that April wonders if they haven't set off yet, and they all gathered here.

Besides that, there was something else that caught her attention.She could vaguely feel that there was something she was afraid of in this underground base.

It felt bad, like a slippery worm was crawling along her spine.Ai Puli's premonition is always accurate, she is a little uneasy.

They don't have a diagram of the structure of the underground base, and they don't know the function of each room.The way to distinguish is also simple. Ai Puli will deliberately perceive the places guarded by guards, and they will look for them room by room.

The further they went in, the worse the three of them felt.Jason frowned under the mask, "Do they have enough people? There are at least a hundred people left here."

Johnny took a chance, "Maybe they wanted to finish their dinner before leaving, and the takeaway guy who delivered the French food was stuck in traffic."

Just as he was talking, the guards on shift passed under the ventilation duct. Jason waved, and the three followed quietly, stepping on the ventilation duct above the guards' heads.

Passing by a corner is the room where the guards change their shifts. The moment the guards change positions, the closed door opens, and the three people on the ventilation duct all see the scene in the room.

Here is the arsenal.Firearms are placed in rows, and various models are displayed among them.Aprily even got a glimpse of the muzzle of the tank in the corner, and they just glanced at it when they opened the door.

The faces of Jason and Johnny darkened instantly, and both of them knew the meaning.There are several heavily guarded rooms in the underground base, and this room is not the only one used to store weapons.

These weapons are enough to assemble an army from head to toe. Terrorists bring this firepower to ambush execution points everywhere. MI[-] agents and Scotland Yard police are just sent there to chop melons. vegetable.

Rockets are unconventional enough, but tanks are too much!

Jason's eyes drifted and he looked at Johnny.After Johnny sent a message to Bauf, who was in charge of the response outside, he also looked at Jason with erratic eyes.

The two showed tacit but not very kind smiles.

Ai Puli popped her head among them, looked left and right, "Are you guys thinking about something bad?"

There is still an hour and a half before the execution time, and the first batch of munitions has been delivered to the city of London.The second batch of weapons has also been loaded, waiting to be transported out from the dark and dark.

John was one of the drivers in charge of transporting the second batch of weapons. He sat in the driver's seat excitedly and couldn't help twisting his fat body.

People are always like this, there will be moments of emotional excitement before doing big things.John thought they were doing a noble cause, and that they might not be understood in the short term, but later on the foolish people would know the good of it.

America has become the stronghold of superheroes, and New York, Metropolis, Gotham and Bludhaven are facing crisis one by one.Superheroes and criminals are like leaves that fall from a tree in autumn, never to be swept away.

Great Britain will never follow in the footsteps of immigrant nations!

With this in mind, John ignited the engine, and he and other drivers drove vehicles loaded with many weapons into a convoy, lined up on the long road leading to the exit.

When it was time to go, John was second in line.For some reason, the leading car in front of him did not move for a long time.

The middle-aged man felt a little anxious, he lowered the car window and looked out, "Have you forgotten your head on the road, are you going to leave or not?"

After shouting this sentence, he finally noticed that the lifting door leading to the outside world was slowly closing.The sunroof of the lead car opened, and a dark-haired head emerged.

This was clearly a young man, with dark glasses and a mustache sticking to his lips making up his ridiculous disguise.

The bearded young man pushed his sunglasses, "My head has not forgotten, but yours may not."

He stretched out his hand and lifted it down, took out an incomparably exaggerated rocket barrel, put it on his shoulder and fired back!

Gunpowder smoke brushed off the roof of John's car, and he heard a loud bang and countless curses.Flames were almost coming out of the rearview mirror.

He blew up the car in the back of the convoy!

The young man kept moving, firing at them and laughing wildly and triumphantly, as if he was the terrorist who stirred up the situation in Britain.

Cold sweat dripped from John's forehead, and he didn't intend to provoke a madman.

He turned the steering wheel fully, stepped on the accelerator hard, and didn't care that the body hit the front of the car behind him.

He drives away amidst the incessant bombardment of youth.The lift door was closed, and there was a lunatic blocking the way at the door. He couldn't escape, but he could escape back to the base.

John swore to himself that when he rejoined the guards at the base, he would watch them chop off his head and put bullets through his hands and feet...

A man appeared in the driveway in front of him.

He was older than the bearded youth, and his coat was neatly draped over his shoulders.This man also wears a big snow-white beard, and the thickness of hair is about the same as that of Santa Claus.

There were still a few days before Christmas, and Santa Claus, who had arrived early, picked up Gatling in his hand, and let out a snarl, "Ahhh!"

These bearded men are crazy!

John was so shocked that he didn't have time to think. He opened the door and rolled out of the driver's seat, and ran towards the corner in a panic.

He was racing against his life, and the bullet pierced the car door behind him, making a patch of small holes in the ground.The tires of the cars that escaped behind him all had blown tires.

They will all be killed!

John didn't notice that Santa's Gatling didn't hit anyone, which can't be ruled out as the reason for the opponent's poor shooting skills.He ignored his companion, rolled his head and hid in the corner.

The sweat in his palms caused him to stumble as he stood up on the ground. 3 minutes ago he thought he was the hero who was about to save Britain, but 3 minutes later he was just a shivering bear.

The sound of gunshots and explosions was endless, and John ran forward like a zombie.

Almost, just barely, if only he could get there—!

A third man blocked the path in front of him.

Compared with the first two people, she is as short as the smallest point in the wifi signal. The wifi signal point also wears a raised beard and a pair of small round sunglasses.She looked like a dwarf merchant from Venice.

The dwarf businessman didn't hold a rocket, cannon, or Gatling in his hand.She just snapped her fingers.

Unfortunately, the snapping of the fingers did not make a sound.

She called again, and the air was so embarrassingly quiet.

"Da!" She dubbed her snapping fingers, "Come here, I have a question for you."

ridiculous.John sneered in his heart.Did she think he would bow to a kid who wasn't Robin?

The child was getting closer and closer to him, and John realized that he had walked in front of the girl consciously at some point.

The girl opened the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, her blue eyes were like swirls, "Tell me where you deliver, everything."

"One, two, three...nine, ten, eleven." Johnny looked stern, "We were deceived, there are eleven locations in total!"

Jason squeezed his mouth, "You counted the London Eye twice, genius."

He patted the ashes on his body, and put the bazooka barrel aside, "Okay, we have the exact location, how do we find the terrorist group hiding in the crowd?" It's the job of the Secret Service and Scotland Yard, let's get out!"

Johnny pointed at himself and said sincerely, "The agent is here."

Jason replied sincerely, "You can't go back in time, do you want me to call Superman to take you there?"

They bombed the driveway the weapons were leaving, and manually stunned or mind-controlled terrified drivers.Running while the rest of the base guards were still encircling them was a shameful but useful option.

April crouched beside her, her guard uniform dragged on the ground.

John has a certain status in the base. She looked through John's memory and found a very bad news.

Her face turned blue, and she tugged on Jason's sleeve, "Here, there are explosives hidden."

"Huh?" Jason looked at her.

It is normal to have explosives in the arsenal, and it is not enough to make a fuss.

"Atomic bomb," April pinched her fingers, and the habit of biting the inside of her cheek had recurred when she was nervous, "There is an atomic bomb hidden here."

One ton of TNT can blast a 37 cubic meter hole on the loess, and the power of an atomic bomb is equivalent to several hundred to several million tons of TNT.

In other words, London may be blown into the sky in the next second, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the metropolis of the parallel world, Bludhaven, New York, Gotham, and Seaside City.

"Is there a mistake!" Jason yelled, "Aren't these idiots claiming to be for peace? Is this the peace of peaceful coexistence in heaven? As long as everyone is blown into quarks together, there will be no conflicts?"

"One more thing." Ai Puli's face turned pale, her eyes flickered, revealing the uneasiness and restlessness hidden behind the blue, "I saw a person in his memory."

She gnawed on her thumbnail anxiously, "I don't know... no, I know... I feel it, I just haven't heard her speak for a long time... I..."

One hand was on top of her head, ruffling her hair.

"Whether it's God or Satan here, it doesn't matter."

Jason rumpled her hair, and pressed April, who was already short, down, his words were frivolous, but his expression was serious, "Your father still owes me twenty dollars, and I'm still waiting to pay you .”