The thugs of the distillery did their best this time, and under the leadership of Gin, they flew to England, and as soon as they landed, they began to work overtime to help Holleway, not only to do rough work, but also to cover well, so that the British could not find out that they were making poison gas.
Fortunately, the old people in these wineries were all mixed in the sewers of New York back then, and they can apply their experience to the sewers of London.
The process of making poison gas seems to be a bit similar to brewing wine, and the chemical reaction speed is faster, which is a little more dangerous, but this is for the boss.
A figure walked up to Deadpool, also wearing a chemical suit, and nodded to the three of them, then looked at the bottom of the cave and shouted.
The battering of these days has caused the big pit to sink, but the bottom is basically tamped, the hardness is comparable to steel, and it does not leak.
"Boss?
You okay?
” "Is it gin?
I'm not bad, how is the business going?
Although the gas mask made the voice change, the tone still allowed Su Ming to distinguish his men.
Gin lay down and faced the bottom of the pit: "There has been no big change in domestic alcohol sales, but the export of other goods has been greatly affected recently, and the Germans have made a lot of unusual things, and shipping is now almost completely cut off, just wait for you to go out and see." ” Doctor Evil struggled desperately, but the symbiote was so powerful that he was nailed to the ground, and could only helplessly listen to Deathstroke talk about business, he felt that this time he might really lose.
He was a biologist, but he was also very accomplished in chemistry, and how could he not have heard of the poison gas made by Hollerway.
The mixture of the two toxins, at room temperature, is insoluble in water, but it will vaporize when heated slightly, and then make the poisoned person, life is worse than death, they will have difficulty breathing, foaming at the mouth, cerebral paralysis, subconsciously tearing their chests and pulling out their lungs.
The key poisoning will also constantly vomit, so that the lungs and stomach are often indistinguishable, and in the battlefield where poison gas was used during the First World War, even these corpses could not be buried, it was too bloody.
Although the other party had not yet been poisoned, the thought of what kind of torture he would receive was already a little apprehensive.
But he still has some luck in his heart, what if he can bear it?
Or is the other party just cheating me if they don't have the poison?
So he struggled and thought crankily.
Gin and Su Ming chatted for a few words, and the preparations of his subordinates had all been completed, and they still used the kind of 100-liter barrels that used to make wine, and dozens of barrels were moved in, which was enough to pave a layer for the big pit.
If the venom vaporized, in order not to affect London overhead, this was also the largest amount, and no more would have been agreed to by Holleway and Monak.
"How much did it cost this time?"
"A lot, boss."
Gin got up from the ground and slapped his body: "I never knew that large chemical instruments and equipment could be so expensive, and the cost of air transportation was ridiculously expensive, and I also used some favors and left the relationship, which is more than the loss of money." ” "It's okay, I'll find a way to earn the money back, let's start now."
"Yes, boss."
Gin turned around and waved at the heavily armed men, and except for Deadpool, who was not afraid of death, even the mages and doctors stepped back a lot.
The thugs rolled the vat on the ground, making a bone-chilling sound that seemed to weigh on Mr.
Evil's heart.
Then they pushed the vat to the edge of the pit, pulled out a crowbar and smashed the cap, and more than a dozen green venom poured into the hole like a waterfall.
A pungent smell crept into the noses of the two, but the toxic ingredients were filtered by Su Ming's helmet, and he only smelled a faint smell of chemicals, like chalk.
Mr.
Horror was different, he suddenly felt that his whole body was burning, and the smell of these liquids was extremely painful.
His eyeballs burst out of their sockets, exploding into blood foam, and the self-healing factor caused it to grow back and explode again.
There were also the trachea and lungs, and he wanted to pull them out now, but his hands were tightly restrained by the death knell, and he could only scream and feel them wither in his body.
The skin on the back was also soaked in venom, bubbling as if it had been burned by fire.
His voice was also corroded, and then healed itself, which made his screams intermittent, and to Su Ming it sounded like he was singing.
Su Ming was also soaked in venom, but with the presence of symbiotes, it was no threat to him.
These venoms are seriously harmful to all major human organs, but the symbiote does not have those organs, it does not need to breathe and has no skin, it is just a strange kind of water for it.
"Stop!
Yes!!!!
I throw in the towel!
Woo admit defeat!
Mr.
Horror kept rotting and regenerating, and the pale skin on his face disappeared to reveal his muscles and fascia, and then healed itself into a face, and he couldn't do it when he wanted to raise his hands in surrender, so he could only desperately ask for Deathbell: "Let me go!"
Yes!!!
I'm not going to take revenge on you!
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Won't help Germany anymore!
This hell!
Yes!!
For God's sake!
” Su Ming under the mask raised his eyebrows on one side, and it was done, he never expected that Deadpool's method was effective, and his bottom line was not low enough?
"It's impossible to let you go, I have to lock you up so I can feel at ease."
The venom has gradually begun to spread upwards, and it is about to overflow Mr.
Evil's mouth, if this thing flows into his stomach, it must be refreshing, right?
"Yes!
I give up!
Yes!!!!
” The feeling of being tortured and corroded by venom is not the same as being slashed or beaten with a knife, it is the pain of every cell being shattered and there is nowhere to escape.
Cold and hot, itchy and painful, endless torture that I couldn't bear, but I couldn't struggle because I was pressed to death.
Mr.
Horror eventually broke down, and after holding out for seven days, he was defeated at the hands of Deathstroke and his little cousin.
But he also figured it out, and after surrendering, he would be relaxed, at least leaving the hellish pool of venom, and also away from the mouth of the red and black clown, and gaining relief.
"Very well, Monarque, prepare a magical contract to seal off his power."
Su Ming used the symbiote to take the two out of the poison pool and pressed the horror to the edge of the pit.
Monak walked over and began to use magic, and more than a dozen black devils used it, and the dead rabbit was thrown to the ground, and Mr.
Horror only smiled with relief, and did not struggle to resist at all.
"Finally hey, hey, hey" Deadpool leaned over and pinched his chin, "Huh?
He seems to be drooling, cousin, did you play him badly?
” "Probably not, right?"
Su Ming let go of the horror and watched him squirm like a worm on the ground stupidly, as if he was really a little "Ahem, let's get the horror to a safe place and lock him up, and I'll go talk to Master Kama Taj in London and lock him up in the London Temple for the time being."
Monak straightened up, wiping tears from his face, his rabbits had died so badly.
It was only a trivial matter that he wanted to borrow the dungeon of the London Temple, and he usually kept the test stuff anyway, so the Archmage of London happily accepted Mr.
Horror.
Mr.
Evil sat in the magic circle that served as a prison, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the backs of several demons fade away.
"It's not in vain that I'm pretending to be crazy and stupid, and finally made them lose interest in me, Namor can't touch this project in the future, now think about how to escape" At that moment, an old man with a white beard and a very kind appearance walked into the cell, and he was told that this was the Archmage of the London Temple, and he was looking at Mr.
Evil through his half-moon glasses.
"It's pretending to be crazy, you're such a clever little ghost, hehe, I'll show you something fun."
A strange purple glow bloomed in the dark cell, and Mr.
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