The ribs are definitely broken, and the arm is probably dislocated.Brant swallowed his saliva, rationally analyzed the comparison of his own and the opponent's force value, and came to the conclusion that there was a high probability of being invincible, so he decided to take emergency measures and retreat tactically.Don't run!
Hurry up and turn on the attack mode, it's the red button at the door.The experimenter wanted to cry without tears, and his voice was leaking like a broken bellows: Wait C– 035 run out, no one should think about it!
I have to say that the experimenter poked Brant's weakness, he didn't care whether these unconscionable experimenters were dead or alive, but if the other party's behavior affected his actions this time, the gains outweighed the losses.Brant has an obsession that he must destroy this place to avenge him by destroying this laboratory because of the loss of Omir.This operation can only succeed, and must not fail.After thinking about it, Brant still turned on the attack mode of this glass room according to what the experimenter said.The experimenter finally fainted with relief.I saw that the next moment, a red ray of light shot down from the probe above my head, converging into a pillar of light and projecting it on the man inside.His skin turned pale to the naked eye, the blue tendons on his forehead flare up, he bent down in pain and roared, but there was a moment of clarity in those chaotic green eyes.Brandt looked at the man in pain, then at the experimenter who was in a coma under the pillar of light, and took a tentative step inside, stretched out his finger, and touched the red pillar of light.Really.Nothing happened.So these rays are not attacking indiscriminately, but are attacking with a target?
Brant looked at the man's whole body, his eyes fixed on the metal bracelet on his right wrist, was that it?
Take advantage of a moment of clarity, C– 035 apparently realized something, and he raised his right hand, brought it to his mouth, and with a bit and tug, he removed the bracelet.Wait a minute?
Bitten off?
Bah.The man spit out the bracelet he was holding and turned his wrist in satisfaction.Brant's eyelids jumped: You've got so good teeth.Something that can be used to control attacks, since these test subjects can't be easily removed, and the sturdiness is certainly not too bad.But Brandt saw it with his own eyes, and the man was extremely relaxed, so he took off the bracelet.There is only one explanation, and that is that the person's body is strengthened.Combined with the words of the two experimenters, Brant can boldly speculate that in addition to the mental damage that comes with the drugs, the higher the degree of integration, the stronger the physical reinforcement brought by the subject.He couldn't help but think of Quincy · Richie, the kidnapper he caught twice, is also mentally deranged and physically extraordinary, does he have anything to do with this lab?
Brandt's thoughts didn't last long, as the man's next move interrupted him.C– 035 turned, and suddenly took a step closer towards Brant.Brandt assumed a defensive posture and took a defensive step back.Retreating to the door, he was looking for an opportunity to re-lock the door when a low, hoarse male voice suddenly sounded and stopped him.The man said depressedly: Don't close the door.To be able to communicate?
Brandt said tentatively: I think we can communicate and live in peace?
The blank green eyes looked straight at him.Inevitably startled the other party, Brandt explained softly in a gentle tone that he had never used: If you want revenge, I can help you, although I am dressed like this, but I am actually not from this laboratory, the purpose of coming here is barely revenge, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, isn't it?
The man didn't reply, and he didn't understand a few words of Brandt's tirade for him now, but I was not from this lab.It was the man who withdrew the posture of the attack and stood up obediently.Brandt leaned over tentatively: What's your name?
The man frowned, struggling to recall: Babaki?
What's the name?
It's even more casual than the Omir I called!
As if to be sure, the man nodded and repeated: Bucky!
Okay.Okay, Bucky.You can call me Brandt, I'm here for two purposes, one is to find this boy.He took out his phone, scratched out a photo of Jason, and handed it to Bucky's eyes: The second is to copy the data and obtain evidence of the crime in the laboratory, and your task is to sabotage, destroy at will, help me attract firepower, and pay attention to whether there is this person around.Boob?
Bucky blinked blankly, either understanding or not.Brandt sighed: Okay, in order to make sure we can communicate without barriers, I have to do one thing first He reached out and patted Bucky's stiff shoulder as the other party restarted his guard.At the moment of contact, the consciousness slowly poured out.Should he be thankful that in order to resist most of the white light energy consumption, he can freely control the consciousness body without exploding and dying?
Brandt manipulated the consciousness body with a blank face, and roughly combed through the other party's chaotic brain.There was no time or physical strength to heal carefully, but this moment of guidance was enough for Bucky to understand Brandt's words.Brandt assigned each other's tasks to him again, and left the glass room with his temporarily requisitioned assistants.And before leaving, Bucky didn't forget to pull off the poor experimenter's white coat and drape it over himself.Although Brandt deeply felt that wearing two long legs and a white coat with only two buttons that couldn't cover his chest at all, it felt a little too astringent, at least it looked more like he was wearing big pants.But Brandt wisely said nothing.After all, time is limited, so don't waste it on such trivial things, right?
Jason woke up in the dark, and someone whispered something about the target heart rate drop.Unstable blood pressure, unstable blood pressure!
Not suitable for immediate injections, it is advisable to pause Jason's efforts to make himself more awake, and the voice in his ears turned into a loud and chaotic shout again.There are invaders!
Fast!
Lock down the observation room and report to the professor!
As the messy footsteps walked away, the surroundings became quiet again, and Jason moved his fingers and groped around, making sure that he was lying in what resembled a coffin or a medical chamber.Above his head was a heavy door, surrounded by a rigid metal partition that formed a rectangular compartment that trapped him in the groove beneath him, unable to move.He raised his hand above his head, groped for the location of the opening of the barndoor, and tentatively pulled down, but the baro door did not move.He gradually increased his strength, and finally, when he almost reached the limit, he snapped the electronic lock and pushed the door open in its entirety.The dazzling light made him subconsciously raise his hand to cover his eyes, and after a while, he found that the hoodie he was wearing before had long been stripped off by someone, and he was only wearing a pair of big black pants on his body, and what was even more strange was that his upper body was covered with induction magnetic sheets, and the magnetic sheets were connected with wires, leading to a half-human high instrument suspected of monitoring body data.Jason exhaled, sat up directly, he casually removed the magnetic sheet and wire on his body, and then jumped out of the warehouse.With a slow breath, Jason's memories began to gradually regress, slowly recalling how the whole thing happened.He remembered that he had promised Brandt to help him find a place, and he jumped out of the window and fell into the gang's premeditated trap.There were seven or eight of them, some of whom were hand-to-hand combat, controlling his movements; Someone used a knife and a gun, but it was not a point to aim at his limbs.He barely defended himself, but was shot in the back of the neck by a black gun hidden from nowhere.That's the anesthetic needle.In the swirling days, his last memory was that the leader of the gang walked slowly towards him, picked up his head with his big hands with sharp nails, swayed from side to side, and showed a disgusted expression.He's not very strong, why do adults care about him so much?
The man's head was protruding with the wolf's pointed ears, and his voice was rough and unpleasant.Werewolf?
Jason shook his head and drove the speculation out of his head, he had grown up and long since he was far away from those hellish fairy tales, werewolves or something, they didn't exist in the real world.That is, in terms of deformity of this degree of variation, the possibility of acquired artificiality is far greater than the problem of congenital development.Inside, the water is quite deep.Barefoot on the ground, Jason walked around the house, unable to find any way out.The door is fingerprint-unlocked, surrounded by high-strength tempered glass, and has no windows.There was probably only a gap of a few millimeters in the ground, but that was obviously not enough for Jason to get through, in short, he couldn't get out.It's a little tricky.Squatting on the ground at a loss, maybe a few minutes, maybe more than ten minutes, Jason, who couldn't find the timing equipment or his mobile phone, suddenly ushered in a turnaround.A guy in a red and black tights and a red hood flew over with spider silk.AhhhhhIs this guy here to be funny?
Jason blinked, looked at the other party's outfit, and suddenly had a doubt.This hood, this color, seems a little familiar, did it collide with him?
Of course not!
Spider-Man quickly got up and was alive again, laughing dryly and muttering, "Hey, nice to meet you?"
You can call me Spider-Man, what you just saw was just an ordinary traffic accident, just forget about it.Jason calmly folded his arms: So, what are you here for?
Uh, do you need help?
Locked up in this evil laboratory, you must be a victim!
How about I open this door for you?
Jason made a gesture of please.Spider-Man kicked and dragged for a long time, but the door didn't move, and he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed: where is the key?
Maybe we should find the key first!
Jason walked to the door with an expressionless face, clicked on the fingerprint sensor screen, and said sarcastically: This is fingerprint unlocking, so you probably need to find the person in charge, cut off his thumb and bring it over?
Spider-Man shuddered and hugged his face: This is too bloody!
Good neighbors can't do it!
Jason: So, you can't hear what irony is at all?
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ about the overlapping nickname Brant Bubu & radic; Barrel Brother Barrel Barrel & radic; Peterworm & radic; Bucky Baba (?)
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）Bucky: ▼_▼ Chapter 28 Twenty-Eighth Psycho Peter Of course, it is impossible for the psychopathic Peter to cut off someone else's fingers, so the tempered glass door in the end was not unlocked and opened, but was torn open.If you don't say that no one can see that Spider-Man has so much power, but the reality is that he has obtained superpowers, and the limit of his strength can reach 20 tons.What a terrifying physique!
So he just sucked the gate with the suction on both hands, and then pulled it back with all his strength, and after about seven or eight minutes, maybe more, the gate was torn off by him and thrown aside.Peter with a hood · Parker & Jason Without a Hood & Middot; Todd, had a historic meeting, but unfortunately neither of them could recognize each other.Peter didn't know that the exposed man in front of him was another roommate in his borrowed room, and Jason didn't know that this red-covered tight monster was the protagonist of Brant's asking him to help with the fake certificate, the good boy Peter· Parker.The two strangers looked at each other for a few seconds, and Peter was the first to break the silence: Shall we get out of here first?
Jason couldn't find his clothes and shoes, so he had to step on the floor barefoot, and subconsciously curled his toes when he heard this, and suddenly said something else: Do you have shoes?
Uh-ha?
Shoes, whatever you want, borrow them.He pointed to the instep of his foot, frowned and added: Please?
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Thank you?
Oooh.Peter responded: Yes, yes.He really has it this time, the backpack he usually uses to change clothes is well on his back, before the incident happened suddenly, he just changed his clothes when he was on patrol at night, and before he had time to hide his school bag, he saw a suspicious ambulance driving in front of him, and the recent ambulance incident has made a lot of noise, and he almost immediately thought of that group of people.That's a must!
Thinking so, Peter, a well-wishing citizen, gave up patrolling the streets, followed the ambulance, and came all the way to the current experimental base.I don't know how the base's defense system was built, he was obviously very careful, but it was quickly discovered.Immediately after that, he dodged the attack and ran away, and by accident, he came here and met a half-naked man who was obviously a victim.And a T-shirt, do you want it?
Pulling out his running shoes and tossing them at Jason's feet, Peter pulled out a crumpled white T-shirt from underneath.You stuffed them all together?
Or else?
And there are pants here, you seem to have pants, or if you don't want to wear shorts, you can change my pants?
He hesitantly handed over his pants, but Jason didn't answer, so he hesitated to tuck his backpack back and only threw away his T-shirt.Jason's expression was a little indescribable.Peter urges: Hurry!
Jason had no choice but to move, he first stepped into his shoes, then stomped his feet, and tried to take two steps.What do you think?
It's a bit small.Let's wear it improvised, and try it in a T-shirt.Jason unfolded the T-shirt again with a tangled face, and put the pullover in, he sweared, he saw the clear shoe print on the back of the T-shirt, which was definitely the T-shirt rubbing against the sole of the shoe when the clothes and shoes were stuffed together by this Spider-Man.I'm glad he doesn't have a habit of cleanliness.However, Jason, who was wearing a T-shirt, couldn't wait for Peter's response, so he couldn't help but ask: How is it?
emmmmmm, huh?
It's not quite right, Peter twisted his head away from himself, but he couldn't restrain the white frame on the hood, narrowed his eyes and slanted back, and continued to scan with his peripheral vision.Peter quickly realized that his behavior was inappropriate, but he was still reluctant to withdraw his gaze, and suddenly he couldn't help but hug his face again in embarrassment: Why are you so strong?
It's weird to wear like this!
Jason: Indeed, Jason is 180 pounds, Peter is nearly 20 pounds lighter than him, how can the clothes fit, so Peter wears a wide T-shirt, but tightly strangled on Jason, every muscle can be seen clearly, it can be said that it is quite riotous and sexy, no wonder the simple little spider, will both resist and yearn, can't help but keep peeking.