Meiman Killer Daily

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"Who created these idiots?"

The battle of more than a dozen super soldiers did not last long, because knowing the weaknesses of these monsters, it was quite easy to kill them. Peter sat on a chair, replacing bullets in his pistol, and the bald scientist's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. This question

It's obviously hard to answer.

"Do you know how I identified the murderer?"

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Peter asked again. The scientist shook his head subconsciously. It was a momentary decision of life and death. Perhaps the scientist did not know Peter's name, but the operational scientist who just killed still had some vision and knew that the man in front of him was definitely a better person.

Hydra is an even more terrifying existence.

"Believe me, silence is definitely not a good choice!"

Scientists are an existence worthy of respect but also worthy of being spurned, because this identity can create a new future, but it can also destroy the dream world. It is a common question. They always think that their research will not harm other people, but what is the truth?

Often, one compromise leads to countless compromises. Human trials and even embryo trials have become ordinary and routine operations in the eyes of this group of people.

"I'm just researching super serum. You should know how important this kind of thing is if used on humans. I really didn't hurt anyone. I swear...I swear to God..."

The gun was aimed at the scientist, who defended himself hysterically. He did not understand the meaning of Peter's words at all, nor did he care about the corpses around him. The blood had already stained the entire observation room. Although the person was killed by Peter, the super

Injection of warrior serum, obviously before the experiment.

"In the next life...forget it, just go die."

I want to say that I will be a good person in my next life, but I have already been to the hell in the West. There is no so-called reincarnation. Maybe it is because I have less experience, but I don’t want to deceive the other person. The hell after death is definitely super exciting, and maybe the other person will also

It will turn into a zombie waiting for it to go to hell and bite its own body.

Bang……

The gunfire rang out and the scientist fell to the ground with a look of reluctance. Peter stood up and took a deep breath to open the door. He found that the door was locked. He tilted his head and looked around. The room in front of him should be a dead end structurally. It was locked.

There was something wrong with the way he died. He aimed his pistol at the handle and fired continuously. The metal door was not damaged at all. He turned around and found a steel plate, and started to smash the gap on one side of the metal door to make a big gap.

"Peter, do you really not want to have power?!"

The virtual image appeared behind him, and it was still Baron Zemo. The other party still wanted to induce him. Unfortunately, Peter did not think that power was of any use at all. The baptism in hell made Peter know the value of power, no matter where it is, power

They are the most advantageous capital that determines a person's status.

Peter is not the kind of wise and decisive man who is favored by heaven, nor is he a celebrity aristocrat with unparalleled wealth. The poor rely on mutation. Only the rich can afford the so-called equipment. The cruelty of the real world can be described by anyone.

Chicken soup, but chicken soup always looks delicious, and you won't get a trace of meat when you eat it.

jump……

With disdainful efforts, the door to the room was deformed. Peter finally pried open the door lock, pushed open the door and entered. He looked at a wheelchair, a hanging bottle, pink clothes and a mask.

"You are so miserable!"

"So what, at least I was once extremely glorious, and I am still..."

"What's the point of saying that now, no matter who you are, I don't mind!"

"Peter..."

"See you in hell!"

Baron Zemo in front of him was interrupted by Peter's self-narration. The two of them didn't know whether they were looking at each other. Three or four seconds later, Zemo's index finger tore off the bottle with difficulty. Bad guys must talk about their achievements.

, because everyone was once a legend. The legend begins and the legend begins, but the tragedy is at the end.

The sword that was once the most powerful in Prussia is now as pitiful as a vegetative state. I'm afraid Zemo himself doesn't want his current image to be exposed. It's Peter who comes, so Zemo retains the last trace of his dignity. He

He did not attempt a desperate counterattack, nor did he call for security support to delay time. A dignified death did not end at the hands of others.

"I hope you don't have too many enemies in hell..."

Baron Zemo is not familiar with him, but he also knows some of his deeds. He is a legendary figure during World War II. Both father and son are the mortal enemies of Captain America. However, both generations have their own tragedies. A rag cannot be torn off.

It seems so, Peter has forgotten, forgotten too much.

Because of Daisy's network virus, all control iron doors must be opened and closed manually, which virtually makes it more difficult for Hydra soldiers to support. Otherwise, Peter wouldn't have had to pry the door with his hands just now and stand beside Zemo.

Next to him, watching the other person's rapid breathing, he aimed the pistol at the mask and pulled the trigger.

Observing the many screens around to monitor the entire secret base, suddenly a research room attracted Peter's attention, because there was a cultivation tank in the center of the research room. The man in the tank looked like Captain America with his eyes closed, but his figure made him look like Captain America.

There's something not right about him. He's less than 1.6 meters tall, skinny and skinny, and his pale hair is his appearance.

After confirming the position on the screen, he turned and left Zemo's private room. The bald scientist had a silver box in his hand. Curiously, he opened two rows of serums and put them away. This might be what Fury and the others wanted, and adjusted the next one.

Layer walked through the passage where the Hydra super warrior came out just now.

With heavy steps, there is no need to even find the road. At the end of the diameter tunnel, which is a distance of three to four hundred meters, when the metal door is pushed open by Peter, what comes into view is three or five scientists studying something in their hands.

They all wear white gloves and look so sacred. For the sake of mankind, all mankind can be injected with super serum. They may have this kind of saintly thought in their minds, maybe...

When the gunshot rang out, Peter didn't waste his time. He kept it simple and direct. This is often the case with murder. When you are in a bad mood, when the bullet is fired from the barrel of the gun, the moment you pull the trigger, you are actually venting your suppressed emotions and standing there.

In front of the glass jar, Peter used the butt of his gun to smash the only obstacle to meeting Captain America.

"You're not dead?!"

His eyes blinked slightly, and as the liquid rolled out of the nutrition tank, he followed Peter's words on the ground. Captain America opened his eyes, and looked into Peter's eyes. He didn't know if he was moved or in pain. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. Peter

He took out a super serum thorn from the silver box and came to Captain America and stabbed the serum into the opponent's body. (To be continued)