American Comics: From Containing Anomalies to Old Ones

"Damn, what's going on!?"

Natasha, who had been advancing rapidly, suddenly stopped.

Looking at the rapidly aging corridor in front of her, like a corridor rapidly eroded by the years, Natasha was frantically warned in her heart.

At the same time, Coulson also sensed that something was wrong, looking at the floor that was decaying and constantly popping up under his feet, his pupils shrank slightly, and while retreating, he took out a new abnormal energy indicator.

Seeing this, Natasha said angrily: "What is the use of you taking this now?" Isn't it going to explode in the end?

"This can't be!" Coulson said with a confident face: "What exploded before was only one generation of products, the highest value was only five hundred, and my latest three generations of products, the value is four times that of a generation of products!"

"What makes me even more satisfied is that once this communicator is turned on, it will continue to send spatial coordinates, even if we are accidentally teleported into another space, we can use this communicator to wait for reinforcements to arrive!"

While speaking, it seems that in order to confirm the uniqueness of this communicator, Coulson calmly turned on the communicator button in front of everyone.

Drop by drop!

In the bleak alarm, the value of the indexer soared all the way!

500！

1000 ！

1500！

2000！

In Coulson's extremely shocked gaze, the communicator directly exploded into fragments in the sky!

The largest piece of it also happened to smash on Coulson's bald head, as if to emit a silent mockery!

Such a funny scene, if placed under normal circumstances, must have caused everyone to laugh.

But now, everyone has only endless silence!

Among them, Coulson was even more desperate, muttering to himself: "This is a big trouble!"

"No, more trouble is yet to come."

Looking at the pitch-black figure that gradually walked in front of the passage, Natasha gradually clenched the dagger in her hand.

In the line of sight, a three-meter-tall, pitch-black octopus constantly twisted its tentacles, and on each tentacle, there were dense eyes constantly twisting.

With just one glance, Natasha felt her mind explode and she couldn't stop dizzy!

Natasha was suddenly shocked in her heart, and she quickly used her remaining consciousness to slam it on her thigh, and only then barely regained consciousness.

Looking at the approaching octopus, Natasha's face changed greatly, and she quickly grabbed Coulson and ran away without looking back!

"Natasha, I think my head is itchy, can you help me see it?"

"Damn it! What time is it now, you still have the mind to tickle! "

Natasha is ghosted, and she even regrets entering this base now.

Since she came to the base, every second of what happened has been rapidly impacting her three views!

"Natasha, my head is really itchy, can you help me see it?"

Listening to Coulson's somewhat deformed voice, Natasha realized that something was wrong, she turned her head and looked, in her sight, Coulson's eyes were empty, on her head, small tentacles came out, constantly twisting, Coulson kept pulling it out, but soon more tentacles will grow out!

"Natasha, I can't stand it."

Without waiting for Natasha to answer, Coulson smashed the fire axe next to him and slashed his head off.

The expected blood did not appear, but more tentacles!

Looking at the approaching Coulson, Natasha's pupils shrank slightly, and she muttered: "Coulson..."

In Raccoon City, inside the hive, the tall Wesker was watching intently at the tyrant warriors who were constantly deepening on the screen.

As one of the masterpieces of the Umbrella Company, Wesker paid attention to the development and experimental process of the Tyrant Warrior throughout the process.

Once the tyrant experiment is successful, it will not only greatly accelerate the research of the umbrella company on the T virus, but Wesker, as the leader of the experiment, will also increase its status in the umbrella company.

Before this operational mission, various experiments of the tyrant warrior were a complete success, and it can even be described as perfect!

But today, the tyrant warrior seems to have a hint of abnormality.

Since the tyrant warriors suffered an abnormal energy fluctuation, the two tyrant warriors were completely out of control and began to constantly self-mutilate and rampage!

One of the tyrant warriors was directly torn to pieces, and the remaining tyrant warrior did not leave, but lurked in the ruins, motionless!

And on the face of the tyrant warrior, a trace of fear appeared!

Yes, in this biological weapon that has no human emotions and is specially born for war, at this moment, it is like a child, trembling and curled up in the corner!

Seeing this scene, Wesker looked gloomy, looked around the audience and said: "Which gentleman can tell me decently, what the hell is going on!?"

"Sir, this may be because there is a problem with the remote signal connection."

The research director wiped the sweat on his forehead, constantly increased the signal output power, and tried to reactivate the tyrant warrior, but the result was nothing!

Just as the researchers were sweating profusely, the tyrant warrior suddenly covered his head in pain.

In the next second, the tyrant's head exploded like a broken watermelon!

Countless tentacles gushed out from the body of the tyrant warrior!

The picture is interrupted!

"Damn it!" Wesker looked gloomy and slammed it on the surveillance screen.

Just when he was about to continue to get angry, a cloud of pitch-black slime fell out of the screen gap, constantly twisting, and looked very hideous!

The smell of blood instantly caught Wesker's attention.

He took a step back alertly and pointed to a blonde researcher next to him, "Go and check what this thing is." The

blond researcher said with trepidation: "Mr. Wesker, I'm just a technician, not a biological researcher..." Without

waiting for the blonde researcher to finish speaking, Wesker kicked it impatiently, just in time for the blonde researcher to gnaw and fall on the black slime.

"Oh Shet! Shett! At

first, the blonde researcher panicked, but soon realized that there was nothing wrong with his clothes other than being a little dirty.

"Sir, apparently this is just a little bug."

As he spoke, the blond researcher breathed a sigh of relief, and he subconsciously touched his back.

Damn, it's all sweat!

But Wesker was still a little uneasy, he looked at the blonde researcher for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "Take him to the safety laboratory to test and isolate." "

As you wish, sir."

Soon, the blonde researcher was taken away, but no one noticed that the black slime appeared on Wesker's black leather shoes at an unknown time.

As Wesker lifted his foot out of the lab, black slime crept through the gap between his trouser legs.