Super God Login: Start With Marvel

The scorching air hit the corridor like a raging horse.

There are many closed doors and glass windows along the way.

Due to inferior materials, it was the first to be strongly washed away by the hot air of high temperature and pressure.

The heat wave and sea of ​​fire swept in, and the major wards, guards, experimental subjects, and various equipment were also affected, and were overturned to the ground or thrown far away by the high-pressure air mixed with glass shards.

The flames did not go out after the explosion, but grew stronger...

The thick smoke mixed with the wailing of fear of life, or the cry of despair, rendering each ward like a purgatory.

In fact, Zou Jin himself is having a hard time.

The explosion came too fast, he was dragged across the bed, and he was thrown flying against the wall before it stopped.

Like the hospital bed damaged in the battle of Hu Liya, it shattered first, and Zou Jin was restrained by gravity and fell to the ground.

"Fuck!"

Amidst the yelling that broke through the sky, Zou Jin got up with blood on his face, and patted the sparkling sparks on the hospital gown in a little panic.

At this moment, Zou Jin is almost half naked.

Seeing that the fig leaf cannot be saved, Zou Jin cursed and tore off the fig leaf for comfort, while using the power of the Lawer of Reason, he manifested a white coat to wear on his body...

The explosion just now did not really hurt Zou Jin.

him today.

Anyway, it can be regarded as a second-generation super soldier.

In terms of skin strength alone, Barrett can keep his face close to his face.

Not to mention the aftermath of the mere explosion.

but.

With the level of a second-generation super soldier, it is a dream to persist in an oxygen-free environment surrounded by flames.

In the final analysis, super soldiers are just fighters, and they can't reach the level of gods.

If you are not God, you will become dependent on the environment.

"Wade is so fucking, it's not serious or serious..."

"So much so that I suspect that this guy wants to die... Hiss..."

"Come on... raspy Toad is a bit ugly, but it's too much to seek death..."

He complained a few times, and walked out of the ward with a pair of flip-flops that had just materialized.

As for the unlucky egg inside...

EMMM...

You don't need to look to know that those people are basically dead, and even if they are not dead, there is a high probability that they are half disabled.

Silently make excuses for your lazy behavior.

Zou Jin began to pass through the heavy smoke, and moved forward in the increasingly hot corridor.

A few casual complaints can stir up the trajectory of fate and allow oneself to easily profit from it. Zou Jin himself can't imagine that he has the potential to be the mastermind behind the scenes...

definitely.

That may be an illusion.

Hold your breath and walk forward, every few corners, a slightly staggering figure comes into view.

Judging by the appearance, it should be the guard of the research institute.

I saw the other party supporting the wall with one hand, pressing his abdomen with the other, and limping and struggling to move out. It can be said that he was full of desire to survive.

Hearing footsteps behind him, the guard turned his head with difficulty.

"Who are you……"

Zou Jin was slightly taken aback, he thought that this way of approaching hastily would at least have to be baptized by a shuttle Mei Shikiiai.

Unexpectedly, the guard not only didn't do that.

She also shamelessly motioned for herself to step forward, as if she needed help...

what the hell? !

Are the current criminals so familiar?

Or is this just the unique landscape of Mei Lijian?

look down...

Only then did Zou Jin discover the reason.

When I realized the white coat, I subconsciously referred to the shape of Francis in my mind.

No wonder...

Perhaps this guard considers himself a companion of the research institute... It's understandable.

only……

By the way...

Does Francis' Institute have Asian doctors?

How come I haven't seen it in my two weeks of practice?

The guard, who was full of joy just now, also began to turn pale.

It seems that this guy has also discovered the seriousness of the problem.

Before the opponent raised his hand and put it on the trigger of the rifle, Zou Jin held it down.

"Damn it, let go!"

The white-skinned guards obviously haven't straightened out the situation, and ordered them threateningly.

Zou Jin smiled warmly:

"Don't be so choked, I know you are in a hurry to use the gun."

"It's okay, you see, I have one too."

After the words fell, Zou Jin raised his left hand, and with a slight flick of his empty hand, a classic pistol appeared out of thin air.

"Donghuang Type 92! Believe me, being headshot by this thing doesn't hurt at all!"

"boom!"

The white-skinned guard's frightened expression froze, with a bullet hole the size of a coin between his eyebrows, and while his head was tilted back, he fell to the ground with his body.

In fact, the guard was dying to right a wrong!

That gun is obviously the Desert Eagle, not the damn Type 92... Could it be that the one who killed me was a Nanbang countryman? !

Discarding the manifested pistol casually, Zou Jin leaned slightly closer, looking at the aggrieved feeling of the other party's death, feeling inexplicable.

I always feel that there is too much yin here...

I shuddered.

Zou Jin hurriedly got up and left...

Once as a mundane socialist screw.

Now, when he executed another human being with his own hands, it was very rare that he didn't even have the slightest psychological discomfort.

him at the moment.

It can be said that the killing intent is extremely intense.

Inside the corridor.

The black smoke ignited by the Fire was getting closer and closer to the ground.

In the Fire, crackling and falling wall skin.

In each ward, there were cheap storage cabinets that were burned to the point of collapse.

Everything that can be seen and heard shows that this illegal building will most likely not last long.

Zou Jin walked faster, he didn't want to be buried alive.

...

The core of the explosion.

Francis, who had just rushed out of the office, showed up with a dozen guards in the guard room who were not affected by the explosion.

The guards were carrying fire extinguishers who did not know how long they had expired.

Start trying to put out the fire.

Looking at the messy scene, Francis' face was so gloomy that he almost dripped water.

After walking a few steps, he caught a glimpse of the oxygen chamber that was turned over to the ground in the corner, and the hatch cover was damaged from the inside out, and Francis' complexion turned darker.

Because Wade, who was supposed to be inside, is nowhere to be seen, a bad feeling wells up in his heart.

Right at the moment...

A black shadow rushed out from the smoke screen.

The black shadow drew an arc in his hand, and quickly crossed the neck of a certain unlucky guard.

"laugh……"

The sporadic rust smell mixed with the stale air quickly dissipated.

Plasma gushed out like a spring, and the mercenary instinctively held his throat with both hands, but he couldn't block the gushing of plasma between his fingers.

"hehe……"

He wanted to call for help, but that was just instinct.

But his throat and vocal cords, which had been brutally cut, could not help him make such a move.

Bang!

When the fragile object fell to the ground and smashed into crystals all over the ground...

Only then did everyone realize that the weapon that cut the throat of their companion just now turned out to be just a piece of glass!

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