Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 433

The dark barbarians are coming to Meiman. The first arrival of Meiman 433 The human watchman who finally showed his demeanor "I was an angel for the first time, and I have no experience."

In the face of Anderson's words, Johnny looked a little embarrassed.

"Are we here to have a tea party! That's enough!"

Tony said this viciously and flew away in the direction of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Since there are enough people left behind in this place, there seems to be no problem without him temporarily.

If something happened, he would come over as soon as possible.

At least in addition to those angels and mages that cannot be explained by science, his mobility is guaranteed.

Flying is always faster than swinging, isn't it?

Besides, there aren't many healthy buildings around here.

After watching Tony fly away, Dr. Doom shook his head. When Tony was here, he would always remember the unpleasant past.

It's just that now, the bodyguards who once attacked him have all lost news.

There's no need to doubt Dr. Doom, Tony's bodyguard was always a high-risk profession in the early years.

After all, playboys don't stay in the lab honestly.

"The king of Latovilia, Victor von Doum."

Dr. Doom watched Loki introduce himself.

In the previous battle, he had already recognized the power of this mage, and there was no shortage of respect and Dr. Doom.

"The prince of Asgard, perhaps the child of the frost giant, Loki."

Loki had the trademark smirk on his face, not knowing what bad idea he was playing.

But it doesn't seem to matter. It's rare for people who don't know that Loki is a bad boy.

Who made the description of him in the myths generally correct?

As a famous person, Loki enjoys being in the limelight. Because that would mean a grand prank.

When thinking of the prank, Loki's face was a little disappointed. After all, no one can tolerate his prank anymore.

And he is no longer the prince of Asgard now.

Thor became the new king of Asgard, which was inevitable in Loki's eyes.

When he sees that stupid brother, Loki will take on more burdens.

Not for Asgard, but for his brother.

At this time, Spider-Man fired a spider silk to hang himself up, and left the scene with a strange attitude towards normal people.

His chosen target was the tallest of the remaining buildings in the area, whose staircase had been destroyed in the aftermath of the previous battle.

In this place, Spider-Man can get a period of time to calm his emotions, and by the way, he can hear other people's conversations, and he will not miss any important news.

Spider-Man, who is fighting alone, lacks a lot of intelligence, but there is no way to blame this hero who enforces justice by listening to police notices.

After all, he really has no relatives in this world.

Just when the people on the ground began to look for topics, Midnight in the sewer finally reluctantly regained consciousness.

The world of the strong is not something that a person living in the sewers can spy on. Obviously, his previous behavior caused him a little trouble.

After he finally regained his sight, he couldn't help but let out a "Fuck!"

Because standing in front of him is a guy with scales all over his body and looks not much different from a crocodile.

The guy's eyes were a little hesitant. He didn't seem to be considering whether to eat him or not. Instead, he looked like a guest he didn't know came to his house.

complex and difficult to describe.

Midnight's mouth twitched, looking at the guy in front of him.

The eye contact didn't last long, and it was midnight that broke the deadlock.

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Killer crocodile."

Then there was another silence.

"Man, 'Killer Crocodile' doesn't sound like a name, it's a nickname."

Midnight said so.

If it weren't for the injuries left by being stepped on from the manhole cover before, he might now stretch out his poisonous hand wrapped in green light to warn the unknown creature in front of him.

Killer Crocodile didn't respond much to Midnight's words, and looked a little dumbfounded.

"Okay, you can call me Midnight, Midnight Dad."

Midnight can only make a self-introduction and then break the deadlock.

After all, in this place that looks like the home of the crocodiles, it doesn't seem like a wise choice to have a fight with this guy who calls himself the killer crocodile.

"This... is your name? Your dad calls you Midnight Dad? You call your dad Dad?"

Killer Crocodile was a little shocked.

He grew up very hard, and even served as a display prop in the circus.

But even with such an outrageous growth experience, he has never heard anyone call his child "Dad".

Midnight took a deep breath to adjust her mentality, and she endured the pain in her body before continuing to speak.

"Just like 'Killer Crocodile', it's just a code name."

"Code name? Like 007? James Bond?"

Killer Crocodile successfully killed the sky.

At this time, it was only at midnight that the killer crocodile was holding a leg of lamb that was soaked with the smell of the sewer.

It still looks like it has been simply baked.

With this quick glance, he probably understood what the killer crocodile was.

Compared to normal people, it seems a little less intelligent, but it is still in the category of human beings.

"Listen to me, there's a bunch of freaks up there right now, we need to keep quiet, or find a way to get out of here."

Midnight pointed to the passage where he came, which had collapsed.

At midnight now, apart from the manhole cover above his head, it seems that there is no other way for him to leave this place.

"I can get out of the water."

"Are you a local? I just moved to this place and haven't had much time. Do you have any channels that can help me connect to the TV signal in the sewer? I've wanted to watch TV shows for a long time, but it's always been inconvenient."

When Killer Crocodile said this, a little bit of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Killer Crocodile has a bad temper, but that doesn't include when he asks for help.

"I take the liberty to ask, do you have any relatives or friends you can defect to?"

Midnight thought about it for a long time and said this.

He was about to cry stupidly by the killer crocodile.

Midnight is not a benevolent guy, but his consistent "neutrality" makes him better at weighing.

When facing Constantine, he would calculate with each other without any psychological pressure, because he knew that Constantine was a guy with no background and only enemies everywhere.

Of course he has no pressure.

As for a guy like Killer Crocodile in the past, Midnight would turn him into a powerful revival corpse.

It's just that now is really not the right time.

At least Midnight, who had become difficult to use his mana, didn't feel that he could defeat the guy in front of him 100%.

Killer Crocodile's physical fitness can be understood at a glance, this guy is not just ugly in appearance.

Not to mention that there is a large circle of people sitting there overhead, engaged in a series of discussions that sound powerful but are not useful.

Philosophy helps human beings to recognize themselves, but it never fills their stomachs.

Midnight is not interested in these.

However, the killer crocodile in front of him is a bit interesting.

"no."

A concise answer, if it was in the past, Midnight would probably appreciate this guy's frankness.

Dyeing Red, full of admiration, started directly.

Thinking about it carefully, some of the misfortunes suffered by Midnight happened after getting involved with Constantine.

Especially this time, after being fooled into breaking his "balance" concept, everything went wrong.

"It looks like you don't have any money either."

Midnight said so, and looked at the other side up and down.

This country places more importance on interests than anything else. As long as you have money, let alone pulling TV lines into the sewers, you can directly build underground villas.

Looking at the killer crocodile, although Midnight wanted to talk about some topics about the circus exhibition, Midnight's intuition made him choose to shut up.

Although this guy doesn't look very smart, he has the breath of other souls.

At least, the killer crocodile has killed people.

He has a bad temper, is discriminated against, and has killed people, and now he can still run around everywhere.

This guy is impossible to deal with.

"My money was robbed by a monster before."

Killer Crocodile said with an embarrassed look, and lowered his eyes and shed a few tears.

Midnight looked at the killer crocodile, and his expression became even more ugly.

Crocodile tears are only to relieve dry eyes, he knows the story.

Until now, Midnight has not treated the killer crocodile as a human being. After all, such a guy looks like a monster and doesn't look very pleasing.

"What monster?"

Midnight asked along with Killer Crocodile's words, a voodoo doll was quietly clutched in his hand.

Although he doesn't deal with his brother very much, that guy is his brother after all.

Voodoo magicians are very particular about blood kinship. Although the scope of attention is in addition to mutual support, there are occasional types of killing each other.

But the voodoo doctor doesn't need the blood of blood relatives to cast any spells, after all, he has already stood at the top of the mage.

This voodoo doll is a life-saving prop, although Midnight doesn't know if it can work on the previous Impurius.

But it's more than enough to deal with the threat posed by Dr. Doom.

The killer crocodile in front of him is even less of a problem.

"A humanoid monster dressed like a big bat, but as strong as a giant elephant. He stole the money I made and said it was going to be confiscated."

As the killer crocodile said this, he moved closer to the water.

Animal instinct? Or is it wild intuition?

That's what happened, the killer crocodile was ready to dive into the sewer at any time.

A different kind of atavism gives him top-notch underwater mobility.

Although this is not quite in line with the habit of crocodiles, but you can't expect Killer Crocodile, a guy who has never been to school, to know these problems.

"By the way, do you know where Arkham is?"

Killer Crocodile asked in a low voice, the light of "wisdom" flashing in his eyes.

"That monster originally planned to send me to that place, saying that I could watch TV shows, but I didn't believe him."

As Killer Crocodile spoke, he walked to the water's edge.

The next moment, a fierce man plunged in.

At midnight, all the hairs on the whole body stood up, stimulated by the violent sense of crisis.

The feeling of being stared at by large predators made this voodoo warlock feel very bad.

At midnight, he understood in an instant that he had become the opponent's prey.

The previous conversation was not only his test of the killer crocodile, but also a judgment of the killer crocodile's degree of threat to him.

A lonely monster doesn't care if the person in front of him has any background.

Midnight held the voodoo doll tightly in her hands, her face turning black to the color of the bottom of the pot.

In S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury silently returned to his original position after properly placing Coulson.

It seems that such a move seems to be superfluous. It is obviously a problem that can be solved by taking out a "corpse" of his own, but he still chooses this slightly more complicated gameplay.

Because Nick Fury needs to gain a certain degree of trust when Sonya and Auriel return to S.H.I.E.L.D.

He had something to tell Sonya and Auriel.

The speculation during this period of time gave him a general understanding of the barbarians. After all, this group has not yet separated from the category of human beings.

It's just that the individual's strength is somewhat beyond the standard.

quack~

Sonya landed heavily on the S.H.I.E.L.D. floor, and her legs sank directly into the ground with a huge force.

Sonya originally planned to have a few words with Constantine first, but now something seems wrong.

There are still traces of the effects of the Sandbag's sandbag, which makes Sonya inevitably concerned.

The Sandman's power is everything related to the simple dream state. For Sonya, this method has a lot in common with the deeds of the devil.

So her nerves were a little tense.

"What are you doing?"

Sonya said casually, already holding the mountain-splitting axe in her palm.

A burst of cold air swept through, awakening all those who were trapped in the dream.

"I seem to have had a nightmare that the world is collapsing?"

The bionic bird Barbara rubbed her head and said, obviously she was not used to being woken up from her sleep just now.

But Melinda has realized what happened to her not long ago.

At least in her memory, she could clearly recall Constantine's mean smile.

"Where's Constantine? And Coulson!"

Melinda's face was a little gloomy, and she heard Barbara's words.

And even had the same dream.

The picture where the world turned into pieces and scattered little by little from the edge is full of weird realism.

The person in the dream will not be surprised by any weird things in the dream, such as seeing a horse riding a monkey, etc., but only after waking up will he laugh at those pictures.

Dreams are not the realm of waking.

At this time, Melinda didn't want to delve into those mysterious things, and it was only right to leave professional things to professionals.

So Melinda asked where Constantine went in the first sentence.

The purpose of her looking for Constantine is definitely not simply to consult related issues.

At this point, Melinda can use her iron fist to guarantee that Constantine's medicine jar will definitely be punished by the iron fist.

Coulson also disappeared at this time. Obviously, Constantine, who was not at the scene at this time, had the greatest suspicion value.

There is surveillance in Nick Fury's safe house, but only Nick Fury knows where the teleportation went.

That's why Nick Fury took Coulson away without hesitation.

Or, he didn't plan to keep this matter a secret.

After all, there is a Tony in this world who can treat the information of S.H.I.E.L.D. as a tabloid in his spare time.

It is enough to know that it will not be revealed in a short period of time.

Tony will always see the surveillance, and Nick Fury will be able to have a good talk with Tony.

Smart people are always easy to persuade because they know how to choose.

Tony is the best at this.

Nick Fury is confident that Tony will be in the same camp with him after knowing some news.

Nick Fury, who was disguised as a corpse on the ground, realized that it was time for him to appear.

So he slowly opened his one eye, the misty gesture was very similar to the sleeping beauty in the fairy tale when he woke up.

"Uh~"

Nick Fury made a movement at the right time, and the voice sounded as weird as Constantine had constipated.

So Nick Fury successfully attracted the attention of several people present.

But before he had time to speak, Auriel, who had spread out his light wings, robbed him of all his attention.

With a smile on her face, Auriel nodded slightly to Sonya.

"Happy cooperation~"

A mental wave was transmitted into Sonya's mind, Sonya pouted, and glanced at Auriel's lower abdomen with eyes that no one but the client knew.

Children of hope and courage.

Sonya hopes that the child will not inherit the shortcomings of both parents.

Correspondingly, Sonya was also worried about Auriel.

Giving birth to a new life is definitely not an easy thing.

Auriel's power will weaken as the child matures a little bit, until the day the child is born.

In this process, hope will become the target of public criticism.

Especially since Diablo already had sight in the world, it was impossible to hide this matter for long.

"The power of dreams? I really don't know what to say."

Auriel was as gentle as before, and with a wave of her hand, the influence of the sand bag was eliminated.

"Sony, you are stronger than before. I will make concessions this time, but I can't let hope come with good intentions and be disappointed."

Auriel is playing a scene with Sonya.

Auriel needs the power of S.H.I.E.L.D. as a foundation for condensing the hopeful personality of this world.

Working with an organization higher than a single country can be as convenient as creating a religion from scratch. And as long as S.H.I.E.L.D. is fully operational, the efficiency will definitely be satisfactory.

"Listen to my bottom line! Human beings have the right to make their own choices. No matter whether there is a cliff or a smooth road ahead, you can't make a human choice."

Sonya said angrily.

These words were given to her by Auriel in the realm.

In order to make Sonya cooperate with the performance, Auriel even crushed all the crying angels into powder, and then used the power of hope to help Sonya strengthen some of that field.

For Auriel, it was the support of her friends, while in Sonya's eyes, it was the cost of hiring her.

Although Sonya is very satisfied with this kind of payment, she is still reluctant to act.

This is too much trouble.

"Of course."

Auriel said softly, the light on her body became a little dazzling.

The whole room was occupied by the devastated her.

Sonya is not good at disguising. In order to prevent the smart people present from seeing anything, Auriel used some small tricks.

And Nick Fury's prepared remarks were all disrupted at this time.

In a place he doesn't know, the barbarian and the angel have reached a cooperation intention about the future of mankind? And he, as the guardian of mankind, doesn't know anything about it?

Nick Fury only felt that his scalp was starting to itch.

The last time I felt this way was when he rubbed his scalp with **** in order to make his life stand-in grow hair like a normal person.

"Well, I want to know what you guys were talking about?"

Nick Fury gave up his "slow waking up" script, and while talking, he tried to stand up with his arms.

But this body, which was destroyed several times by Constantine, failed to allow him to complete such a simple action.

The previous few feet were ruthless.

It wouldn't be a problem if Nick Fury arrived a little slower, but it's a bit hasty right now.

Constantine's physical fitness is average, but as a guy who deals with angels and demons on the front line, he not only studies the weaknesses of outsiders.

Human weaknesses are also within his scope of research.

Nick Fury let out a groan before he had a bowel movement~www.mtlnovel.com~ and almost fell back to the ground.

Embarrassed, the movements are very natural, not deliberate at all.

The image of the "weak" helps to take advantage of the goodness of others.

The archangels and barbarians seem to be kind to humans. Nick Fury doesn't mind being embarrassed. As long as there is a small possibility that they can win more things for humans, he has no scruples.

"Human, your hopes are too heavy. Such a body cannot support your lofty ideals."

Auriel said meaningfully, the pair of eyes seemed to be the one eye that passed through Nick Fury's body, and the connection with the body far away on the moon.

There is not only one Constantine who is struggling in despair. Knowing more, Nick Fury's belief in hope is not inferior to Constantine.

Even more dazzling!

This hope has been entwined by the brilliance and darkness of human nature. Such Nick Fury is very pleasing to Auriel.

Although he is not a good person, Auriel, the guy who lives up to his ideals and holds on to his hopes, can't be hated.

Nick Fury was a little lost, but he regained his senses immediately.

"It doesn't seem very polite to spy on the soul hastily, ma'am."

Nick Fury said with a cold face, his body was very relaxed, and he couldn't see any signs.

The King of Secret Agents finally got a little more serious at this time and showed his due demeanor.

Pretend is useless, then show some human dignity!

Humans are not an existence that can be manipulated by other guys at will. Nick Fury is constantly striving for this goal!

Chapter end