A Certain Marvel Super Player

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Da da!"

Under the hull of the Yago, countless huge tentacles seemed to have emerged. The tentacles that can make people suffer from trypophobia came from the depths of the sea, and then seemed to knock unconsciously on the hull of the Yago.

When each tentacle hit the hull, it was like a suction cup, instantly attracted, and then pulled out, making a sound like a suction cup being pulled off the wall.

"Shet!"

"What's wrong."

Kahn and Christine, who were standing on the other side of the deck, cursed angrily and looked at the people who looked at them: "There are some here too."

Everyone walked away.

Just like the other side, densely packed tentacles extended from the bottom of the hull and slapped against the hull of the Yago.

obviously.

Taking a lifeboat and leaving the Yago, this option has been tacitly eliminated by everyone.

but……

What to do now, we can’t sit still and wait for death.

Dylan cursed: "Fake, just find this monster and kill him, that's all."

Locke looked at Dylan.

Are you ready to steal my monster?

However, as soon as Dylan said this, he was almost rejected by everyone.

Please, this is not playing a horror game or a horror movie. If you still go there knowing that there will be danger, what's the difference between that and giving it away for free? You might as well commit suicide.

not to mention.

There were more than 3,000 people on the Yago at that time. Now, they have all disappeared. Needless to say, they must have been eaten by this mutated monster of unknown species.

After all, they didn't see a body, so it was most likely that it was eaten.

There are more than three thousand people, and there is not enough food for that monster. Just a few of them, I am afraid it is not even enough to stuff the gap between its teeth.

Dylan looked at Locke who was standing with Gwen: "Locke, what do you think?"

Locke laughed and looked at the eyes that fell on him: "Please, I'm only seventeen years old, have you forgotten?"

I'm busy.

Locke, who had already taken advantage of the gap between everyone to watch the sea monster, separated out a clone. Locke, whose body was now inside the ship's hull, stopped and controlled the clone to look at Tony: "Tony, how did you find us then?"

He is busy fighting monsters here. What if Dylan and the others come down and bump into them?

Directly unparalleled assassin?

The Peerless Assassin and Locke can no longer be related. At the very least, they can't appear on the same screen. Otherwise, wherever Locke is, the Peerless Assassin will be there, which will cause trouble.

Tony said: "I used Stark satellite to locate Pepper's mobile phone. Although the signal here was lost, there was still some signal during the rescue."

Locke controlled the clone and nodded: "Stark Industries already knows the news about the crash of Poseidon."

"right."

"Just stay up here."

Locke looked at Dylan and said: "The distress signal of the Poseidon crash was not sent out, but Stark Industries already knew the distress signal. As long as someone controls Stark's satellite to view the data, they will know the Poseidon No. No. crash information, maybe rescue is on the way, just wait here."

"right."

"I also think it's better to stay up there. We don't know what's going on down there."

"But……"

"How long does it take for Stark to check the information?"

"You should already know."

"Um?"

Several people looked at Tony.

Tony said: "Pepper's mobile phone positioning signal was sent by my assistant. There has been no response for such a long time. My assistant should have notified the federation."

His assistant naturally refers to Jarvis.

but……

Jarvis is Stark Industries, or in other words, it is an artificial intelligence that Tony Stark does not want the outside world to know so quickly, and Jarvis has the function of autonomous learning. Once his signal is lost for a long time, Jarvis There will be some action over there.

From rescuing Locke and others to now, after all the calculations, Jarvis should have passed the information to the Federation.

"right."

Gwen also said: "George and Helen and I have video calls once a day. If they can't contact Locke and me, they will definitely find a way to find us."

Said.

Gwen said with certainty: "At least, the New York Police Department must know about our disappearance."

Locke raised his head slightly from the side: "George, Helen..."

The next second.

The corner of Locke's mouth twitched slightly.

He almost forgot about this incident. If Helen and George knew what happened to the Poseidon, they might have some thoughts about him, right?

……etc.

its not right.

Locke blinked and said that Helen and George felt that Locke invited Gwen but Gwen didn't agree. It was George and Helen who persuaded Gwen to come with him.

so……

That's okay.

After Locke, who was walking in a corridor, figured this out, he temporarily focused his main attention on the present moment. At this moment, the monster's breathing and vague roar were clearly visible.

It should be the working floor of the cruise ship.

Enter the eyes.

Locke looked at both sides of the long corridor leading to the ground floor, and couldn't help but change his expression.

On both sides of the corridor, there was countless sticky liquid, like snot.

But that's not the point.

The point is that there is a corpse inside the sticky liquid, and the appearance of the corpses imprinted on the wall is almost the same as that of corpses corroded by highly sulfuric acid.

Locke closed his eyes, calmed his beating heart, and drove out the nausea.

He has been to the canteen of the Texas Ogre, the burial ground of the Texas Blissful Convicts, and even the basement of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

but……

The working area of ​​those people pales in comparison to the one here.

Whether it was the impact of the picture or the feeling of nausea, it was far less impactful than this time.

at this time.

At the end of the corridor, at the stairs leading to the next floor, several people appeared.

But compared to the guy I saw in the conference room who didn't even bleed when he died, would bleed only if he reminded him, and even played with self-destruction, but overall he was still a normal person, these few people who appeared in front of him were completely different. It cannot be described as a normal person.

These guys gave the impression that they had just run out of a sulfuric acid pool. Their expressions were full of pain. Locke could also see their pain, but apart from their expressions of pain, there was nothing that looked like pain. .

even……

After seeing Locke, without saying a word, he quickly ran towards Locke, raising his swollen hands soaked in sulfuric acid.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

"ah!!"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Three guys soaked in sulfuric acid, with an angry roar, fell to the ground less than five meters away from Locke. Behind them, three directly shattered tentacles quickly returned to the lower cabin. Shrinking.

The first time the trick was played, I didn't notice it.

Do you think I'm blind again?

The corner of Locke's mouth rose, and he was quite expecting. What the hell is this so-called Lord of the Ocean.

"help……"

"Save...save..."

"It hurts!"

Locke's eyes fell on the retracted tentacle at that moment. After losing the control of the tentacle, he wailed in pain in the corridor. He even looked at Locke and tried to pull him over, telling Locke that they had What a miserable trio of vitriolic people.

Three gunshots were fired.

The three sulfuric acid men were finally no longer in pain.

Locke looked back at the stairs leading to the lower cabin at the end of the corridor, squinted his hands, and with a flick of his left hand, a pistol with a silencer also appeared in his left hand.

The next second.

A vitriolic man appears again.

However, this sulfuric man did not seem to be completely dominated and was able to speak.

Immediately afterwards.

Like locusts crossing the border, one after another the sulfuric acid men let out the most ferocious wails, and then, controlled by the tentacles adsorbing the back of the head, they quickly rushed towards Locke.

"help me!"

"Ah, it hurts so much!"

"Help me!"

"Please, help me!"

"...Save us!"

"..."

Locke narrowed his eyes and held the gun in both hands.

shooting.

boom!

boom!

Two cute little yellow eyes hit one of the tentacles directly after turning the corner.

There was a pop.

The tentacles break.

The two sulfuric acid men controlled by that tentacle fell directly to the ground, wailing one after another.

But more of them are still like locusts, swarming towards Locke.

"Puff puff!"

"Dong dong dong!"

"Puff!"

Locke looked at a sulfuric acid man who flew directly in front of him and kicked him out. Then, using his strength, he jumped into the air and grabbed a pipe above. A bullet hit the tentacle, and another one was fired. The tentacles were blown apart.

"Roar!"

The roar in the lower cabin became more and more angry.

The corners of Locke's mouth raised as he looked at the tentacles that kept running back towards the sinking cabin, and chased after them directly towards the already crowded corridor.

"Puff puff!"

"hiss!"

Green blood continuously spewed out from the tentacles. Along with the spasm-like image and the increasingly clear roar, with a hiss, a dozen tentacles quickly fell down the stairs and disappeared.

Locke stood at the top of the stairs, looking at the scene in the engine room under the stairs, and took a breath.

Enter the eyes.

Countless blood-red skeletons were almost all over the entire engine room, and their flesh had all disappeared, leaving only these skeletons one after another, proving what they once looked like.

obviously.

This place has become that monster's slaughterhouse.

Pattering!

Locke looked in the direction of the movement. The dozens of tentacles that had just fallen twisted their bodies like water snakes and retreated into the seawater that submerged nearly half of this layer.

An angry roar came from the direction of the stern of the ship on this level.

Locke looked at the ripples in the sea water, and seemed to understand the language of the roar.

"Damn reptile, I want to eat you, I must eat you!!!"

"..."

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