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Liana's cheeks were not only burning now, but her whole body was burning.

In the current situation, the girls have taken the initiative to express their feelings, so how can the playboy's temper be pushed out? But the only problem is...

"It's only been an hour, so time is a bit tight..."

Liana buried her hot face into her forward chest, and a few inaudible words floated from her lips: "Soul realm..." The voice was as low as a mosquito.

Although the voice was low, such key words immediately attracted the playboy's attention.

"What did you say?" Xiang Xiang asked again deliberately.

The little queen buried her head in silence for a long time, and the playboy also deliberately did not speak, fully demonstrating his "patience" and waiting full of "expectation".

Liana couldn't hold her breath, raised her head and shouted loudly: "I said soul realm, soul realm, soul realm!"

Every time he yelled, he slapped his forward chest hard, as if he wanted to slap the man to death.

Qianqian was "overjoyed", and at the same time he did not forget to say: "Have you been looking forward to it for a long time? Qin invited you last time."

"I'm just... to save time!" Liana defended weakly, "I said it was the soul realm, what are you doing?" She found that Playboy was unbuttoning her clothes, but she protested, but there was no sound at all.

Block the other person's intentions and actions.

"I know, I know." Qiang Xiang responded casually, "This is not a contradiction; in reality, an hour can be stretched to a month in the soul realm. If you work harder, it can be stretched to a year..."

"Who wants a year..."

Liana's voice of protest stopped abruptly, because both of their minds had sunk into the soul realm at the same time.

At almost the same moment, the dead souls and native creatures in Hell's Border suddenly felt the world under their feet "trembling"; in their meager perception, the energy of this world showed a trace of uncontrollable disorder, which had never happened in thousands of years.

What happened.

Since Limbo was merged into the hell dimension by Belasco, such "turmoil" has almost never happened. But it has happened one after another in the past two years; the previous one was when Velasco was killed, Limbo appeared

There has been one drastic environmental change, is there going to be a second one now?

As the earth trembled, the volcanoes on the edge erupted one after another. The dead souls and native creatures looked around in horror, looking for the source of the turmoil; some timid creatures began to hide around, trying to hide themselves in deeper corners.

After searching for a long time, the dead souls and creatures all turned their attention to the cloudy sky. I don't know if it was an illusion, but they seemed to see the faint flash of lightning in the clouds.

This is an almost real illusion, which can also be said to be a kind of reality in a trance.

No one has heard thunder or seen lightning with their own ears, but all intelligent beings in Limbo have noticed that there is a close connection between the eruption of volcanoes and the vibration of thunder; this rhythm is elusive, but it is real.

The two culprits also opened their eyes at the same time.

At the moment of regaining consciousness, the physiological changes accumulated in an hour are fed back to the brain like a tide.

In other words, these two people have broken away from the category of human beings. If they were replaced by ordinary humans, they would have died suddenly.

Even so, Liana, who was slightly weaker in physical strength, could not help but fall into a brief drowsiness; after a long while, she let out a dissatisfied cry: "Is this what you said, the 'difficult' situation you face in order to retain your humanity?"

Xiang Xiang’s shameless sophistry: “It is precisely because the situation is ‘difficult’ that we need to find a more relaxed and happy way in the process.”

"Shameless!" Liana spurned the man in front of her and dragged her sore body out of bed to get dressed; "I sensed that the mark in Whitehall's soul had taken effect, and that old man was about to die."

He looked forward and looked at the clock on the wall, and couldn't help but sigh: "If you say an hour, it's an hour, every second. That woman is still so rational that it's scary to see her hateful enemies."

"Are you still afraid of women?" Liana looked at Playboy with disdain.

Qianqian replied something that shocked her: "Normal people are inevitably afraid of madmen, even if the madman is defenseless or even weak."

"Crazy? It's hard for me to imagine that you would use such harsh words to describe a woman." Liana said angrily; she was not angry at Xiang Qian for being mean, but because Xiang Qian threw her clothes everywhere.

They were all found, and it took a lot of effort to find them all.

"It's not that she's mean, but I saw a hint of madness in her eyes." Qiang Xiang explained seriously.

Liana's reaction fully demonstrated that she actually didn't care whether Jia Ying was stupid or crazy. She mocked: "Seeing a woman's soul through her eyes? This is considered a playboy's professional skill."

Qianqian shrugged helplessly and laughed at this; Liana's slightly sarcastic and jealous reaction was a little fun between the two of them and had nothing to do with Jia Ying.

The two took some time to dress up and returned to the "execution ground" specially converted for Whitehall.

As soon as I opened the operating room door, a strong smell of rust hit my nostrils; this is the smell that occurs when a large amount of blood is exposed to the air.

Beside the operating table, Jia Ying stood silently, as motionless as a sculpture. The full set of surgical clothes on her head, body, and rubber gloves on her hands were all stained with blood; in the tray holding surgical instruments,

Every piece of equipment has been used and is stained with red blood.

On the operating table, Whitehall's expression was in pain and he could not bear to look at death; his chest was opened with a huge Y-shaped incision, just like what Xiangqian saw on Jia Ying's body, similar to the dissection method of an autopsy.

Looking from the dissected chest and abdomen, all the internal organs had been taken out and thrown into the glass container at Jia Ying's feet like kitchen waste; this may be the only thing that is different from what Jia Ying experienced back then.

Whitehall originally dissected Jia Ying in order to rob her of her superpowers, so he would not have treated her organs so roughly.

In addition, what is strange is that there was no wound on Whitehall's head, but blood spilled from his eyes, ears, and nose.

It is speculated that the old hydra was unable to scream after its mouth was sealed, and it bit its tongue or the inner wall of the mouth in severe pain. Too much blood accumulated in the mouth, resulting in overflowing from other orifices.

As Xiang Xiang said, the practice of sealing the mouth did bring more pain to this old Hydra and old NAZI.

All in all, Jia Ying was true to her word, and in this hour, she returned almost exactly what Whitehall had done to her.

I don’t know how many times this woman has rehearsed for today’s scene; vivisection is not something that just anyone can do with a scalpel.

He raised his gaze forward and looked at Jia Ying; this "goddess of revenge" had no reaction to the arrival of him and Liana, and kept the same appearance as when they came in, silent and motionless.

"Are you okay?" Qianqian asked.

It took Jia Ying a long time to respond to this question: "Me? Of course I am fine; I have never felt so good today in twenty years."

Qiang Xiang heard what the other party said was insincere, and became more wary of Jia Ying's "crazy" side.

On a psychological level, revenge is a way of making up for the past.

The emotion of hatred brings pain to people. Under normal circumstances, a person who completes revenge is equivalent to cutting off the pain caused by hatred. Relaxation, emptiness, and indifference are all normal reactions that may occur, but forward in Jia

But you can't see any of this on Ying.

Xiang Qian felt that the pain caused by hatred did not leave with Whitehall's death, but continued to suppress this woman's heart.

However, all the thoughts going forward were just thoughts and happened in the blink of an eye. Jia Ying did not realize that the playboy saw many problems in just a few words.

On the other side, Liana sensed it briefly and said to Xiang Qian: "The old man's soul has arrived at the border of hell. It's time for us to leave."

He nodded slightly and said a few words to Jia Ying: "We are going to interrogate the ghosts of Whitehall. You should take a bath and have a good rest."

Hearing Whitehall's name, Jia Ying's face became more vivid; she made a request to Qianqian: "Don't let that devil's soul rest in peace."

"Don't worry, the soul-burning flames in hell will be his eternal destination."

…

Not to mention following Liana to hell again, but in Washington, D.C., the subsequent reaction caused by Whitehall's "bizarre disappearance" was like a butterfly flapping its wings, and it eventually turned into something that no one had expected.

Severe storm.

Less than ten minutes after Nick Fury "disappeared" in Whitehall, he received a report from Agent Coulson; however, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who has always been known for his scheming, cleverness and cunning, was unexpectedly revealed this time because of intelligence details.

Failure to respond in time.

Nick Fury's slowness allowed his opponent to gain the upper hand.

Three hours after Whitehall "disappeared", Nick Fury was driven back to one of his numerous residences when he was attacked by a premeditated armed attack.

I don’t know whether the attackers had done targeted research and damage to the SHIELD director’s car in advance, or whether it was just bad luck. In short, at the critical moment of danger, Nick Fury was informed by the vehicle’s intelligent system that, except for the air conditioning system,

, nothing else can be used.

The leader of the world's largest intelligence agency was assassinated in broad daylight in Washington, D.C., the capital of the United States. His calls to the world were unresponsive, and he had no choice but to risk his life and face and escape in a sewer.

At the same time, the MI6 secret flight, which deliberately took a long way around to avoid sight, landed quietly at a private airport outside New York; Captain Rogers was able to return to the United States.

Another hour later, Alexander Pierce successfully persuaded the World Security Council to officially launch the "Insight Project" with the perfect excuse that the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was attacked and disappeared.

The last one in the plan - and the most important one - the networking satellite, after half a week of waiting, was successfully launched into space equipped with a terminal processor with the "Insight" program operation mode.

Around this time, Captain Rogers saw a seriously injured Nick Fury at his home in Washington, D.C., and soon a fruitless chase broke out with the assassins following him.

Xiang Xiang received a communication message from Tony as soon as he returned to the human world.

"Man, you should see this." Tony didn't say anything nonsense and directly sent a video.

When I opened it forward, I saw a mobile phone video with a shaky lens. The video showed a chase between several cars. Shortly after an SUV passed by the photographer, an explosion suddenly occurred under the car and the entire vehicle flew into the air.

It got up and fell upside down on the side of the road.

The photographer was obviously not a professional, and the shooting process was rushed. Not to mention that many times the focus was not correct, and nearly half of the time there were all kinds of shaky shadows.

Obviously, this was taken by a passerby and witness using his mobile phone while running for his life.

At the end of the video, a figure quickly walked towards the overturned SUV and tore open the door with one hand.

Then there are a few seconds of shaky escape footage, and the entire video ends.

"Are that person's hands made of metal?" Qianqian was the first to notice the action of tearing open the car door with one hand. "Compared with the Mark Armor, maybe this is a real high-tech prosthesis?"

Tony ignored the forward ridicule and reminded: "It's not the metal arm that needs attention, but the owner of the SUV in the video."

At Tony's prompt, the video was played back to a specific point in time; that was when the SUV had just passed by the photographer, the broken cab window flashed past the camera, and a picture of a black man could be vaguely seen.

face.

"This face looks a bit familiar." He seemed to be saying to himself forward; the vehicle was traveling too fast, causing the captured image to be severely blurred.

"What about this?" Tony cut out the less than half-second clip of the car window flashing by, and sent it again after some processing.

The video was broken down into static pictures. After intelligent processing, the clarity was greatly improved. In two of the pictures, the facial features can be clearly distinguished.

That's Nick Fury's face.

"Although the photo was blurry, it still showed his unique ugliness." Xiangqian launched a personal attack without restraint, "Can you confirm the identity? It is indeed Nick Fury?"

"The scene restored by AI calculation, Jarvis calculated, there is a 73% probability that it is Nick Fury."

Qianqian laughs: "Are there many black people in Washington, D.C., who can afford to drive modified SUVs and look 73% similar to Nick Fury?"

"I don't think there will be many." Tony's face looked a little solemn, "What do you think? Is it caused by Whitehall?"

"Don't think about it, it must be;" Qiang Xiang said thoughtfully, "I'm actually thinking about another thing."

"What?"

"Do you think we should really let Nick Fury die?"