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It is such a group of goblins who have given up treatment, and they are about to set off to teach Hydra to be human. It is very complicated to think about it.

Without Mother Rabbit repeating the question, Chabi has already jumped to the side of the little friend and grabbed him: "I think it's good to start now, how about you?"

I think you are threatening me.Tara pursed her lips, not wanting to take the trouble of this belligerent guy.

However, it would be a strange thing if Chabi could let her go so easily.

"What do you think?" Rabbit Spirit grinned sinisterly.

"I don't think so." Tara pulled someone's arm off and rubbed her neck. "Shouldn't we make a plan first? Right, Peter?"

After so many days in human society, Tara has long been used to following orders in team battles—although she often starts to let herself go when she goes to the battlefield.

"Uh, um, yes, yes, usually we all have a plan, eh, Mr. Stark?" And this plan usually only comes from Stark's mouth.

It is incumbent for IQ to be Stark, and he has to open his mouth after the collar is full.Of course he has plans, Stark always has plans.

It's a pity that the goblins didn't give him a chance to speak.

A guy with yellowish black hair, who looks like a bad middle school boy, has the words of course written all over his face: "The plan? Isn't the plan to find that Hydra and beat them up?"

The goblins next to him nodded in agreement: "Yes, and little Tara knows the location, right, little Tara?"

"...Yes, I know." Tara scratched her hair, a little bald.

"That's fine! Don't worry, Tara, and Peter, don't worry, we can leave anytime!" The uncle with a cropped head smiled at the children and showed his big white teeth.

"But usually..." Tara tried to organize her words, and she was used to having a complete plan in action. Now she suddenly returned to the pre-liberation overnight, and she was not at ease, "I mean, there is a plan, not more, more Take it easy?"

"Hahahahaha, when did you become so cautious, Tara?" The inch-headed uncle snorted at Tara's hair with his big fan-like hands, "You really have grown up!"

"Tara learned from anthropology. Humans are always very careful." Mother Rabbit rescued Tara from the monitor lizard who didn't care much, and stared dissatisfiedly, "You don't control your strength, Look at shaking the child."

She touched Tara's small face distressedly: "Are you dizzy? Do you want to take a break?"

Tara was so moved that she almost cried.This is mother, mother!

Then look at my own mother, her smile trembled wildly, and she almost couldn't hold her phone: "Look at her father, baby, look at this girl's expression, isn't she stupid!" laughter.

Ah, no surprise at all :)

"Uh, should we really just rush over there?" Peter asked unwillingly.

"Don't worry," Lyrebird reassured him gently, "we'll take care of it soon."

"At least..." Peter tilted his head and glanced at Stark, who was half-supporting his forehead, looking helpless, "At least take a look at the structure of the Hydra base, it should be helpful."

"Ah, this is not bad, smart young man." Lyrebird nodded and pulled the bow tie to make it more neat and proper.

Can this be called smart?Peter, who thought he was just proposing the most basic routine operation, received a blank look of admiration.

Are you really okay?Is it really okay to fight so fiercely!

Stark no longer knew what expression to put on. He was considering whether to call the big guys in the garage, or bring his Iron Army/group.

Or take them all.This group of goblins always made him suspect that it was a group of elementary school students fighting with their teeth and claws.

…………

In the end, Iron Man decided to bring only himself.

Let the Iron Army/Regiment be on standby at any time, and join/fight immediately if any accident occurs.

After all, this matter is more about the grievances between the goblins and the hydra, and he doesn't understand how the goblins fight. If the platoon is too big, it may make these goblins feel helpless.

No, nonsense, the above are all Stark's forced comforts to himself.He was afraid that he would have a heart attack from this house-like battle.

In fact, they even had a heated discussion about how to get there.Oh, this discussion is much more heated than when they discussed the structure of the base.

Sad to say, none of these goblins can fly.Even the guys with the word "bird" in those two races have long since degraded their wings, but their legs are very strong, and they are good at running or violently kicking people.

But they felt that it was too cowardly to just run over like this, and it didn't fit their handsome appearance at all.

Isn't there a word called, what is it called, "justice from heaven"?They just hope that their appearance can have such a handsome effect.

Tara couldn't help but praise them for their reliability.This is unreliable no matter how you look at it!

"Maybe we can try and see if we can get a ride?" Tara raised her hand and joined the discussion.

"Car? Do you mean looking for someone to take us?" The yellow-haired pseudo-boy scratched his head like a chicken coop.

"Well, can it be understood in this way?" Tara tried to move her eyes away from the overly aggressive hair color of this night banquet frog, "It's a friend who fought with me before."

"Are you talking about Optimus Prime and the others?" Peter leaned over, "They've been staying in the garage recently, and I haven't heard of any missions to go out."

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"Go to fight? Take me! You must take me!" Jazz's optical mirror lit up, and the wheels slid across the ground lightly, and the transformation was completed in the blink of an eye. "If you want to appear handsome, of course you can find me! Pontiac!"

"...Why are you so excited all of a sudden?" Tara pushed away the big face that was almost directly in front of her eyes.

"I've been too busy recently, there's nothing I can do." Jazz sat down on the spot, his voice brisk, "Bumblebee can go and play with Sam, so we don't have much to do."

He paused: "And you actually ran home without saying a word for so long! That was a whole vacation!" It really sounded quite sad and indignant.

"Seriously, sir, you sound like a bitch." Tara rolled her eyes and sat down, causing Sir's height difference, which had narrowed down a little with great difficulty, to widen again, and he had to lower his head at an awkward angle .

Tara smiled unceremoniously: "Your head is about to fall off."

"Who do you think did this?" Sir suspected that if he chatted for a while, he would go to oil the parts of his neck.

"Oh, Tin Hide! Tin Hide, come here, we have something to do!" Jazz was about to say something more, when he saw Tin Hide approaching from the corner of his eye, and quickly waved.

"Is there a fight?" Tie Hide replied gruffly, bowing his head to greet Tara.

"You guessed it! Tara was called for this, saying that he was going to attack a base of an organization called Hydra, right?" Jazz gave Tara a thumbs up.

"Yes," Tara looked up, "A favor? Together?"

"Okay!" Ironhide waved the cannon/barrel excitedly, "I'm going to get rusted if I stay any longer!"

"Call the old rescue!" Jazz excitedly wanted to recruit a third person, "He's almost growing up with his lab!"

"Sir, if you keep yelling nonsense, I'll take off your sounder!" Far away, the violent voice of an ambulance came.

Jazz shrugged his shoulders indifferently—he really learned a lot from humans, and he can even do this action.

They weren't named Optimus Prime.This leader was the busiest of the group of Autobots. Jazz felt his conscience was aching if he had to bother him for this kind of thing to support his friends.

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When the three idle and flustered Autobots saw the Banquet Frog, they all smacked their lips at the same time, and the words were full of pity: "Oh, it would be great if the Bumblebee was here."

"If you don't mind," Jazz rubbed his chin, "Can I take a picture? This is too similar, the color scheme is exactly the same."

What kind of older and naive children are these.

That flamboyant frog coordinatingly sculpted a few looks he learned from some magazine, as if he made his debut in a second and reached the pinnacle of his life.

"What does it look like?" After confirming that the photo was taken perfectly, this guy had the time to get back to the point of the matter, "Does it look like me?"

"Well, he just came out of a dyeing workshop." Tara thought about the appearance of this person, who could almost be called a bright light in the dark night, and nodded without hesitation.

OK, now what, tea party again?Stark drank his coffee with a calm face.

Is there really time to fight Hydra before the end of the day?

It's too miserable to stay up all night to inquire about a fight, and he's not as dark as Gotham.

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They managed to head out after lunch.

The group of monsters who were talking about making a handsome appearance were so happy that they almost forgot about the business.

"Is the food of human beings so delicious now?" When they got into the car, the goblins were still thinking about it. "I thought I just haven't been out for decades?"

"When was the last time you ran out to play?" the monitor lizard patted the playboy emu, who was the fastest runner among them.

"Ten years ago," the emu pondered for a while, spreading his hands. "You know I have two children who are about to grow up soon, so I don't have the time to run around."

Disgusted panting sounded one after another, and the rabbit mother gently reminded the children to cover their ears and not hear anything that was not suitable for them.

The emu looked around, confirmed her helpless position, and muttered angrily: "You know it's against me."

"You should be proud of yourself," Lyrebird sat down gracefully beside him, "Not everyone can get such a like-minded target, to some extent..."

He turned his slender neck and smiled gently: "You are very successful."

The emu wanted to kick him angrily.

Pontiac's driver and passenger seat, Peter's chatterbox is online again: "Tara, do you think I will also transform at that time? My God, will I be delayed? I feel that I am not very skilled in spiders. body of……"

"Hey, calm down, honey," Tara covered his mouth, took his hands off the steering wheel, and didn't even bother to pretend that he was driving, "It doesn't matter if you don't do anything at all."

... No wait, is this comforting style of painting going astray?

The author has something to say: a crowd of goblins bursting with self-confidence

The next chapter will be able to blow up the head of Hydra, ah, I am actually not good at fighting scenes at all!baldness orz

And then it's almost over [thumbs]

I must go tomorrow to use up Papa Xing's breakfast voucher! : 5 bottles of Xuetangtang;

tweets!My friend Bunny!She does all my covers!She is awesome!

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