Destroying the World Starts From Marvel

Green Goblin, Dr. Octopus, Dr. Lizard, Red Tank, and Sandman stood in front of General Ross, everyone was rearmed, but the nano bomb collars inside their necks could take their lives at any time. This is the cannon fodder team formed under the Thunder Project, a special team composed of lunatics, Frankensteins, and mutants that can only act on the dark side.

General Ross stood up and glanced at each of them and said indifferently: "Congratulations, cannon fodder. Starting today, you will act on behalf of the interests of the United States on a global scale. You are not good people, so I just arrange for you to do good things. There are countless superheroes doing justice in the world, but there are always some things that the shiny guys can't or won't solve, and that's when you're up. You don't have any civil rights, and there are few in the world. I personally know your existence and will always be responsible to me alone, and if I die, all of you will be finished immediately."

"You made us risk our lives, and most of the time you just wanted to send us to die," the green goblin touched his neck, and his fingernails could still feel the hard touch of the bomb collar. "Just to reduce our sentence?"

"Yes, but no," said General Ross meaningfully, snapping his fingers, and the guards walked out behind them with suitcases. Open the box, inside is a bunch of high-tech instruments. The purpose of these things is still unknown, but the five people in the cannon fodder team are all bright, because there is what each of them desires.

"You can continue your scientific research in the prison, even if you want to find a way to escape from here, it doesn't matter, do what you want. Sandman, if you want to restore your flesh and blood, my scientists can help. Red Tank, I allow you to pray to the evil god you believe in. This is the ritual item you want. The green goblin and the big lizard, the second personalities that annoy you so much, maybe I can get rid of him. Now you can choose for yourself, yes If you want to go back to the boring cell, or listen to my orders and go out to take a breath, the road is at your feet."

The jailers who surrounded the five supervillains quickly made two paths, one was the corridor back to the single cell, and the other was the stairs leading to nowhere. Without any hesitation, these five people stepped onto the mysterious staircase in unison, and "voluntarily" became a member of the cannon fodder team under General Ross.

The warden of the Lonely Island Prison stood tightly, looking at the backs of these monsters uneasy, and finally couldn't help but said to General Ross: "General, I really don't think it's a good idea. These guys are lunatics. , monsters! They'll destroy everything they see! It's no different than sticking your hand into a fire pit..."

General Ross shook his head, lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. "During World War II, the U.S. Navy asked the mafia godfather in prison to lead the gang members to protect the ships on the beaches of New York. Madmen and monsters are also human, and people are born to be Used by others. Fighting with those superpowers for so long has taught me one thing, only monsters can defeat monsters. The Avengers can't solve all threats, we need a secret force, and that's them."

Then General Ross squeezed out the cigarette butts with his fingers, and then tossed it and added: "As for getting your hands into the fire pit, if the United States needs it, let it happen."

"Squeak-ka--"

The sound of the sudden mechanical activation came from all directions at the same time, and everyone present had heard this familiar sound countless times - it was the metal rubbing sound of the giant bracket when the island prison was raised above the sea level. But the problem is, no one gave the order to raise the island prison!

"Ross Call Control Center, what the hell are you doing!"

General Ross's angry shouts came from the microphone in the control center, but Chen Lu was smashed to pieces by the microphone when he waved it smoothly.

The Winter Soldier beside him was quickly pressing his fingers on the keyboard in front of the computer controlling the laser gun. In the surveillance screen, everyone except General Ross thought they could move freely were marked as intruders. In the end, the Winter Soldier's fingertips stopped on the Enter key, and with a single tap, a voice prompt spread from the radio to every corner of the island prison.

"The order is confirmed, and the annihilation of all surrounding invaders will begin immediately."

The jailers who heard this broadcast are still confused, intruder? Where did the intruder come from? Just as they were looking around in a panic, the thirty laser guns above their heads were adjusted and aimed at the top of their heads. The guards looked up when they noticed that the light gathered above their heads was a little strange—

"biu! biu! biu! biu! biu! biu!..."

The lasers poured down toward them like a torrential rain, and the blue light spot exploded and dispersed the moment it touched the human body, leaving only a red and molten blood hole the size of the mouth of a bowl. When the first wave of bullets hit, 20 or 30 jailers fell to the ground and died instantly. The rest of the jailers could only fled into the bunkers in embarrassment, occasionally sticking their heads out of the corners and looking up. Fang's auto-defense laser gun launched a weak counterattack.

The deadly laser beam completely suppressed the firepower of the group of soldiers, forcing them to be helpless, and even many people still don't know why they were targeted by the island prison's automatic defense system. Their live ammunition is basically the same as tickling the automatic laser gun, leaving only a useless white mark, but the laser gun's aiming is terrible, and the probe can basically be declared dead for more than 3 seconds. .

Of course, General Ross knew what was wrong, and shouted to his subordinates: "Quickly send someone to the control center to have a look. Damn, our defense system has been hacked."

But he could only be anxious. If he had to blame it, the defense system of this isolated island prison was so good that it was basically impossible to do it with ordinary manpower without bringing in a tank. The laser rain locked all of General Ross's soldiers behind cover, and none of them could respond to his orders.

"Trash, it's all trash!" General Ross shouted angrily, just because these jailers looked like they were definitely finished. He took out a smartphone-like nano-bomb collar controller from his military coat, and after swiping his fingers, a dialog box popped up in the center of the screen, which read:

"Activate and detonate immediately after leaving the island prison range. YES/NO?"

"YES!" General Ross pressed his finger heavily on the button.