Chapter 1150 (1/2)

Wade didn't give up. There were many possibilities that wade didn't show to Slade. For example, what kind of baby fell in the sewer and was corroded all over his body was adopted by a big rat and taught martial arts...

Su Ming would not give him a chance to abuse the stories of the little turtles, because the d800 death attendant made by Skynet in the distance was bad enough 。

”What kind of origin story do you want? Or do you think you're full of possibilities in your perception? ”

”Am I not?”

Wade was even more helpless. He shouldn't have brought his cousin, because he was not satisfied with anything, so he turned his head to the sky and spoke to the nonexistent audience.

”It's too hard for me, really, to have a more mysterious origin story. As we all know, if you want to be a charming and popular villain, then the origin must be vague. If you look at the clown next door, people will be very mysterious, and mystery makes men more men. ”

With that, the valet, with one hand on his waist and the other on the back of his head, assumed the posture of Marilyn Monroe, as if to prove his charm.

The audience did not know, but he heard it and was disgusted. He hit his cousin's head with his fist: ”you are both psychosis, but he is a fetishist, you are not.”

”On all levels, without you, there would be no me, Slade. You made me, GAHA ha ha ha...” the death attendant suddenly burst into a wild laugh, and he tugged at his face and scratched his hair through his hood.

Su Ming silently backhanded out his sword, put his cousin on the God killer, and then beat him back and forth on the ground like carrying a bag of flour.

”Achievement, right? Psychosis, right? Imitation show, right? ”

”Yau butterfly! Stop playing! ” Wade quickly begged for mercy. Although he couldn't die, it was not comfortable to be pierced. What's more, the electric current on the bloody weapon made him itch all over his body.

Su Ming shook his wrist and threw him off the sword: ”you don't need to be him. You're confused enough.”

The Chamberlain rubbed his face. He got up from the ground and put the viscera back into his stomach. He squeezed his belly, trying to make them melt together quickly.

He shook his head and said in a melancholy voice, ”yes, our world doesn't need clowns, because each of us can be.”

Su Ming shakes his head. The valet manipulates the belt of time and space so many times that he has basically learned it, so he set a time: ”if there is a choice, no one will choose such a tragic story, including him... This time, I'll arrange it for you, just shut up.”

Earth 40K, 1980.

In the snow and ice of Norway, there is a secret castle. The building looks full of Gothic style, although the Teutons had never been so far north at that time.

The castle is heavily guarded, not only hidden in the snow and dense forest of various sentries and fort, but also from time to time in the sky flying some large-sized Dragonfly like UAVs.

Some troops in black fur coats are here. These soldiers are wearing gas masks and holding mechanically modified military dogs. Even though the snow in the severe winter completely engulfs the legs, they still walk in a uniform pace on the established patrol route.

These fur coats have a large red badge on the upper arm, which is a skeleton spitting out a pile of twisted tentacles.

In the middle of the polar night, there was a faint Aurora hanging in the sky. At this time, the patrol team saw two figures coming out of the shadowy woods.

The distance was a little far, and most of the light was blocked by the night. Although the other party was wearing a black fur coat similar to that of others, the sentries pulled the bolt.

”Stop! Password

The other party didn't mean to stop at all. Instead, he rushed into the patrol team in the blink of an eye, crushed the mechanical dog with one foot and stretched out his hand to record a 360 degree whirlwind.

Slap and slap...

the slap in the face almost became a line, and 12 soldiers of the patrol team were slapped in the face at almost the same time, and were slapped in the snow.

”Password? Long live the Hydra The gloomy German sounded.

At this time, the soldiers who saw the stars could see who was coming. The first thing that caught their eyes was that the blood red skull face was ferocious in the night, but his words were full of gloomy and bloodthirsty murderous spirit.

Red skull, one of the leaders of the nine headed serpent to the High Council, somehow, he suddenly appeared here.

This is the base of the poisonous lady. The leaders of Hydra don't have the habit of walking with each other. The red skeleton's current division is located under St. Petersburg, which is a long way from here.

Although puzzled, the soldiers did not mean to warn, but quickly got up from the ground, raised their chin and raised their fists: ”long live the Hydra!”

”Very well, soldiers, take me to your leader.”Although the mouth said very well, but the voice of the red skull was still cold, as if the metal was rubbing.

At this time, the figure behind the red skeleton gradually caught up. It was Baron ZEMO, dressed in gray military uniform and covered with a purple Swan flannel.

However, ZEMO seems to be very uncomfortable at this time. He constantly adjusts the cloth on his head, and sometimes reaches out to scratch his buttocks. Maybe his trousers don't fit well.

He looked at the red skeleton as if he was going to say something, but the red skeleton glared at him, and he drew back with his neck.