Transformed Marvel Genius

Through the night vision device, Dr. Zola saw everything in front of him, and the steel and concrete that lost the support of the corbel collapsed instantly: "Sarkissian, what are you doing?!"

There is his baby in it, Anna Hansen.

He thinks that a hundred salkis are no better than a short leg. If...

Pop... Mrs. Hydra threw the infrared remote sensing to the ground: "See for yourself, what is the baby Anna in your mouth doing?"

Mrs. Sarkisian is so angry, this guy's small underground workshop doesn't know what the structure is, one hellfire is useless, the second one just shakes, the third...and then it's gone.

These short legs belong to tortoises. Judging from her appearance, she is still sitting in front of the keyboard and snapping.

Mrs. Sarkisian really felt that this guy was so laid back that he simply ignored her.

Don't give her a hard time, she really doesn't know who she has provoked.

In the basement, Anna is indeed quite leisurely. Since the last Gordon Fraley incident, Anna has really made some preparations.

She doesn't think Gordon Fraley is a pedophile.

Then S.H.I.E.L.D. also cooperated very well, and Maria Hill made a special trip to hand over the information of the Viper Gang.

So, Anna learned that this group had a grudge with Captain America, and also had an unclear relationship with the Rockson Oil Company. They belonged to a group of their own.

I also know the legendary fierce man who had contact with Hitler.

Mrs Sarkisian.

This coquettish **** does things by unscrupulous means. As long as the goal can be achieved, Sarkisian can sell his body, his daughter, and his master.

A famous reputation is ruined.

Unfortunately, Anna felt that it would be the most desperate time in her life for this coquettish **** to meet her incompetent self.

The last time the small workshop was fully upgraded.

Made in full accordance with the design drawings.

Osborn did his best.

So the Anna version of the anti-nuclear bunker is freshly released.

The 70 cm thick reinforced concrete frame shelter, as long as it is not too unlucky, the nuclear bomb directly hits you in the face, you can live under it for a year or two.

The pillars still use the shear wall structure, and all the corbel support columns are replaced by walls, with a few hellfires, at most a pit is smashed on it.

I have to say that Osborn is really generous. Anna made more demands, but Osborn didn't charge a penny more, and he paid all the extra money.

Drop drop drop...

UPS power alarm.

Hellfire not only blew off the corbel, but also blew up the power supply system.

Anna has turned off the load as much as possible. Now the basement is powered by half load, and the UPS can support it for a while.

Hahahaha, his short legs stepped on the falling dust, walked to the edge, pulled down the snakeskin plastic sheet, and exposed a set of diesel generators.

Launch.

The electricity in the basement returned to normal again.

After the last power outage, Anna simply asked Norman Osborn to buy a new generator set, move it into a small underground workshop, and then connect all the wires and circuits in the small workshop to the electrical cabinet.

The space of 1000 square meters is large enough to put several electric cabinets and one generator.

The current cabinet is still water-cooled.

"Oh, by the way, I throw in $100 every year to buy property insurance for terrorist attacks."

Anna felt that it was thanks to her own foresight.

Using the short hand to manipulate the mouse, Anna pulled out this year's insurance contract, and the words AIG on it were particularly eye-catching.

Bomb it at will, bomb it at will, anyway, there is insurance.

I am not afraid that it will default on its debts. All the property in the house has been targeted.

Anna felt that AIG had to cry to death, so they took two years of insurance coverage of $200, but ended up paying more than $50 million in compensation.

Wow...the insurance manager responsible for signing the contract has to jump off the building.

At this time, it was estimated that the explosion time had cooled down outside, and I wanted to stop and take a break, take a breath and continue.

Glancing at the short-legged robot.

"Iger, have you finished eating?!"

The battery display is still one bar short, and it is not yet the time when it finally shows its power.

Behind Iger, three robots are equipping him with weapons.

"Okay, that's enough, that's enough..." Anna took the bottle and slammed it on the robot's hand.

These robots are slow enough.

Even though Anna is controlled by a brain-computer interface, the robot is still as stupid as a Parkinson's patient, and it takes a few steps to stop and rest for a while.

For a while, the muscles stiffened, and then there was a resting tremor. Anna felt that she had committed a sin and made these robots.

It doesn't make sense to pack more, it's a one-time item anyway.

Looking at the screen again, it seemed that the outside had changed.

Tear and tear, through the buried monitor, Anna heard a strange sound, as if something was crawling through the ground.

strangeness.

Control the infrared camera to look outside.

Hell, these guys don't have any morals, they just want to use snakes to force themselves out!

This coquettish bitch! ! !

………………

On the other side, on the ground.

The so-called coquettish **** was talking to the woman next to her.

Zelda Dubois, this guy, like Hawkeye, was born in a circus and an expert in snake taming.

"Mrs. Sarkisian, I will let the viper wrap this little fat girl into a ball and send it to you."

Dr. Zola wanted to speak, but Mrs. Hydra spoke.

"Dr. Zola, I agree to your request and guarantee her life."

As for whether there is a psychological shadow, that is not within the scope of the Viper Gang.

Mrs. Hydra licked her tongue. What she was thinking now was that after the poisonous snake lifted the short legs out, she would put the short legs in the microwave for ten minutes~www.NovelMTL.com~ and bake them outside Charcoal tender, all runny butter.

This little guy doesn't even know how high and how wide the sky is.

The Viper Gang are a group of unruly guys, they don't care whether the short legs climb out or burrow out.

The poisonous snake got into Building B like a flood, crossed the garden, got into the gap in the concrete, and climbed up the carpet. In a short while, the elegantly furnished manor became a snake's nest.

The basement is not a box, there is always a place for ventilation, and the short legs have seen the poisonous snake burrowing into the wind ball.

Climb in along the ventilation duct.

These guys really did their best.

The queen of python whistled, and the viper responded with a screeching sound.

The venomous snake had already found a passage and rushed in together.

very nice.

squeak...

The cry of a mouse.

Zelda knew right away.

A white mouse ran out of the potted plant, jumped to the succulent plant, stood up on both forelegs, and wiped its mouth.

But the slap is big, and it looks so cute.

But, what happened to the iron button on the mouse's head?

Out of curiosity, Zelda bent down, she wanted to know what the iron buckle was for.

It seems that the neck is buckled and brought up artificially.

Before she could figure it out, the guinea pig had already pounced on it, with red eyes and claws.

Putting his hand in front of his face, the guinea pig's strength was unexpectedly powerful.

Hell, this thing is being manipulated.

…………

Come to know, the brain nerve coding mouse.

Anna was typing on the keyboard, and behind her, the Iger robot slowly stood up.

finished charging! ! !