Chapter 2593 (2/2)

Obsidian five generals contain a lot of people. Behind mieba, there is a watchful Adam Warlock. Sure enough, the current Avengers alliance is still a little poor.

”Vomit slug!” ”The golden bell is upside down!”

Hermione behind seems to fully understand the professor's meaning, and is humiliating Kaizi with prank magic, because even the shotgun fire has stopped, which means that it can't be used.Instead of turning around, Su Ming still looked at the leaves in front of him with a cigarette and chatted with the adjutant: ”well, Adam, the warlock, should have found a way to go to the parallel world, but he is actually a gourd addict. The cross road of the maze is in our hands, and the research progress will not be slower than him. Can the road monitor hear the sound? What's the waiter talking to the bug? ”

”There is no sound. This is the ordinary traffic monitoring. They are wearing masks and can't analyze their lips.” The adjutant gave a reply, although it is possible to send UAVs to monitor in the past, it is definitely too late: ”do you need to inform our partners?”

The so-called partner actually refers to dum. On some things about the end of time, the knell has an agreement with him.

”No, kamataji doesn't have to do anything. Let the superheroes be self reliant first, and things should be in line with the time line in the past...”

as Su Ming said, the dead waiter in the picture holds the worm's body in the princess's embrace. The child doesn't know whether he is in a coma or dead. Anyway, Wade gives him artificial respiration through the mask Then he was chased by the next star in the dark.

Then, in a flurry, he twisted his belt, adjusted the scale of the wheel, and beat it hard.

With a blue light, he disappeared in the same place.

......

”mieba! You killed Peter, you bastard

My good friend, Xiaochong, was punched by mieba on the battlefield. He was seriously injured and passed out in a coma. When he gave him artificial respiration, he seemed to lose his breath because he vomited into his lungs and trachea.

So the dead waiter wanted to find his cousin to repair the purple potato essence to avenge Peter, but there were explosions and earthquakes on the battlefield, and the alien woman chased him to chop, so she couldn't see the time and space knob on her belt!

Just take a picture. Anyway, just send it to my cousin?

”Well, it's not a pity that Peter died. After all, he was played by Frey's wife before he died. It's a broken place, isn't it? You should remember that if the end of the world is coming, you must be hungry. In other words, does Frey know something? ”

The dead waiter spoke to the air, and his mind was full of chaos.

However, the location of his transmission was in the middle of a typhoon. As he was talking, a metal billboard was blown by the strong wind and hit him on the head. He fell to the ground and was rubbed on the road by the wind.

He felt as if he had forgotten something, but he didn't have time to think so much. In order to prevent being blown away, he pulled out two samurai swords behind him with his backhand.

”Audience friends, I'm the front reporter's death servant. I'm broadcasting for you in the hell of London!”

He was wearing his trademark black and red uniform. His double knives were inserted in the asphalt pavement, and his hands were holding the handle of the knives. The whole person floated like a colored flag in the wind and was slowly dragged back by the wind. The double knives left two deep grooves on the pavement, and the soil below turned out.

”At this time, a typhoon from outer space is fighting with me. The central wind is thousands of kilometers per second! If you are not as strong as I am, you'd better not go out today! See the Big Ben over there? It's all across! ”

His head turned to one side, and the strong wind deformed his face under the headband, but he still spoke to the nonexistent ”audience” with a wink.

Once again, he turned his head to look at the direction of the street, as if there were some invisible typhoon monsters coming. Suddenly, he felt his nostrils itching and wanted to take out his nose excrement.

”Alas, the strong wind has made my rhinitis recur. It's really a terrible fighting force. Let's go ahead with an advertisement!”

Then he released one hand and tried to lift the hood to pick out his nose. Then he found a pair of black and yellow metal boots in front of him.

A masked man in metal armor, holding a black umbrella, was looking down at him with one scarlet eye.