The God of Injustice in Marvel

Kneeling in front of a glass showcase that was not completely broken, General Ross looked at himself reflected in the glass. After a long silence, he hugged his head and cried!

There is no normal skin left on the face.

The paintings are densely filled with little boys, little girls, little four-legged snakes, little tortoises...

Not an inch is wasted!

grass!

overhead...

Only the two short braids on the left and right still had hair under them, and the rest had been shaved off.

These are not the most cruel.

The devil actually got a tattoo of a stick figure pushing a hoe cart on his head!!!!

“…F.U.C.K.!!!!!”

This is true all over the head, let alone the body.

It can be said that if you had not been in a gang in the island country for 30 years, you would definitely not have been treated like him.

Left upper arm: Rainbow pony, fat buttocks and wide span.

Lower left arm: a bar of soap, hands intertwined.

Upper right arm: Pippi shrimp playing basketball with Chicken Brother.

Lower right arm: A young boy with angry prickles under the moon.

Front chest: Wearing a wedding dress and smiling... Hate. Next to it is the words: Unprepared to break into your smile.

Back: Farewell with tears, face full of reluctance and hatred, with the words next to it: You will meet someone more worthy than me, and then forget about me when the clouds of dusk gradually dissipate.

Flank: Certificate: 0496-1383838438

On the other side: Melatonin, no gifts will be accepted.

The only tattoo a normal person can get is a cute cat.

It sticks out its buttocks and is tattooed on the belly button.

Oh……

Fuck my mother...

Absolutely.

…………

There is no love anymore.

Destroy it.

Hurry.

After painstaking efforts and using two broken mirrors to see clearly the condition of his whole body, General Ross's eyes no longer shed tears.

There is no light either.

He sat on the dilapidated and messy street, burying his head in his knees held tightly by his arms, letting the cold wind blow by, indifferent.

Helpless, like a social person with a bad mind.

Leon floated above his head, shook his head and sighed: "Alas...

...I just said that it should have looked better with sky-high braids!"

At this time, rescuers arrived.

"There's another one here! This is...hiss...! First...sir...you...you..."

For a long time, the rescuer, who was so frightened that he almost leaned over, was speechless.

What kind of new species came out of this research center?

"You...he needs rescue! Come and help!"

After shouting behind him, the rescuer plucked up the courage, lowered his head again and asked, "Sir, were you always around here when the danger occurred? Do you know where the general who led the soldiers just now is?"

Hearing the word "general", the heartbroken General Ross finally regained some sense of humanity in his eyes.

then……

He buried his head lower: "...I...I don't know. I don't need your rescue either!"

As he said that, he wanted to stand up and leave by himself.

Of course, the several rescuers surrounding him would not let such a "witness" who behaved strangely and now clearly felt like he knew something, leave on his own.

Moreover, they are military rescuers, and every survivor who appears at the scene, or who sees the big monster, must be recorded.

Several people immediately pulled down the "suspicious person" who was trying to flee in a hurry. They asked him: "Sir, if you find something, I hope you can tell us truthfully. Maybe what I just said was not clear enough. What I asked is

:Do you know the whereabouts of General Ross, who led his men here and whose whereabouts have not yet been found?”

The old man from society is about to burst into tears again, don’t ask any more! Don’t say any more!

Seeing the strange behavior of this old man who must know something...everything revealed that the old man was not cooperating. The team member who first noticed him frowned and wanted to warn him loudly.

General Ross is the most important person they must go to, and he is also the only high-level boss who has been ordered to be rescued. Now they have searched all the places near this battlefield and even found the adjutant who was only half alive, but the last one was

There is no clue about the most important General Ross.

Under such circumstances, as the leader of the rescue team, how could he not be anxious!

Standing up from a squatting position, the rescue team member wanted to scold this weird old man. As soon as he opened his mouth, before he could speak, he was pulled hard by his own team member behind him.

"Huh? You...eh? Why are you all here!"

Behind him, everyone in the rescue team was standing behind him, whispering to each other, with strange expressions.

"If you don't go find the general, what are you doing here? And you!"

The team leader said to the team member who just pulled him: "What's wrong with you? Did you find something, or do you know this gentleman, huh?"

After saying something casually, the team leader found that the team member was staring directly at him, nodded, and pointed nervously at the weird old man behind him...

pants.

"You said, pants..."

The squad leader turned back.

"What's wrong with this? There's nothing wrong except that the style, color, and size of the fabric are wrong. How can I make shorts out of this material? It should be... done..."

The team leader got stuck while talking.

It should be made into military uniforms.

After swallowing a sip of saliva, the team leader looked down the strange old man's thick hairy thighs...

These shoes are also...

"What the hell...this...can't be done!"

Looking back with the last glimmer of hope, the team members nodded in unison, allowing the team leader to finally succumb to reality.

"...Sir, I'm sorry for wasting your time. That's right, we don't have enough vehicles right now, so we can't take you to the hospital for treatment. If you think it's okay, we hope you can understand."

After saying that, he quickly took off the small motorcycle for emergency medicine from the matching suspension frame and pushed it over: "I'm sorry, we think you are capable of taking care of yourself, you can leave on this car."

With their heads lowered the whole time, and under the silent gaze of the rescue team, the "suspicious persons" disappeared on their scooters.

"team leader……"

The team member who had just pulled him took a step forward, as if he had something to say.

"Don't say anything!"

The squad leader said seriously to everyone: "I don't want to be expelled tomorrow for entering the office with my left foot. Just forget about what happened just now! Did you hear that?"

"Yeah! I heard it!"

The team members also answered.

"call…………"

The team leader breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat that was quickly falling from his forehead, looked at the small motorcycle disappearing in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: What a big shot, he still knows how to play!

I didn’t expect General Ross to be so childlike at his age!

Leon was still in the sky, but he no longer cared what happened to General Ross. He hated that there seemed to be another big guy coming over there.

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