Metamorphosis Marvel Genius

Chapter 36

Crackling, there was a burst of explosion in the sky, and another flash of lightning.

In the bright light, the short legs threw an earphone towards Coulson.

Coulson picked it up, and saw that the tiny electronic screen on the earphones showed 13HZ, and then looked at Tang Yuan Jing, who was wearing one in both ears, for no apparent reason.

"Anti-infrasonic jammer, do you feel nauseous and vomiting now? This is the effect caused by double-level infrasonic waves."

Coulson took it as he said: "Where's the enemy?!"

He has been here for such a long time, but he has not seen any movement from the enemy.

"follow me."

After speaking, Anna put on her raincoat and cloak, walked around the living room along the corridor, and led Coulson to the backyard in the rain.

In the bewildered eyes of Coulson, he opened the small wooden door, and saw a large pile of shovels, hoes, lawn mowers, etc., and various tools for repairing the garden, shrubs and lawns.

Under Anna's command, Coulson peeled away the shovel, revealing the diesel generator set piled among the sundries.

The little short legs stepped forward, stood on tiptoes, opened the fuel tank cap, and measured the depth of the diesel oil, half of it was enough.

"There's a green switch on the generator, yes, right above your head, press it down."

With the push of a button, the diesel generator rumbles.

Coulson watched as the street lights in the courtyard turned on, and the power of the villa was restored, returning to the light again.

He felt that the oppressive atmosphere in the air was much less.

"I want to know where the enemy is?"

Coulson wandered around with the little short legs, doing things under the command of the glutinous rice balls. He thought that Anna was looking for her secret weapon.

In the end, she co-authored it because she had short legs and short hands, and couldn't reach the generator switch, so she let herself do it for her.

"That guy, just watch for yourself!"

The little short legs are calm and composed, not at all like a child whose family has been invaded.

Under Coulson's doubts, Tangyuanjing stepped out of the threshold of the hut, stepped on the rain boots and returned to the living room, took off the raincoat and rain boots, shook off the water on them, and turned on the light.

Then Coulson saw a messy living room.

The Hooker sofa fell to the ground, the legs of the Boudica dining chair were broken, the York side table was smashed to pieces, and the Turkish rug was torn to pieces...

The whole scene looks like Erha's house demolition.

Not only that, Erha doesn't have such an artistic atmosphere.

On the floor, Coulson saw all kinds of ghost symbols, straight lines, triangles, circles... all made of blood.

He wondered if he had come to the scene of witchcraft.

The short-legged Anna had a headache when she saw it, and she was completely finished. That guy came from the demolition brigade. He demolished a living room in just 10 minutes. Give him another half an hour, and it is estimated that the floor will be smashed through.

There was rustling in the living room, Anna took a look and caught the robot vacuum that was about to get under the carpet.

There are a total of three in Anna's house, and they will be cleaned automatically when the time comes.

She turned off one before meeting Coulson, stepped on one in front of Coulson, and now is the last one.

If you say that the sweeping robot really deserves a beating, can't you understand the situation?

Under Anna's hand, the orange cat, whose tail was caught, kept crawling down.

Seeing that the dust brush was stained with blood, it goes without saying that the ghost painting on the ground was done by the sweeping robot.

Anna was upset when she saw it, and took out a small hammer from the front pocket of the overalls, a 50-gram hammer, and hit it duangduangduang at the position of the robot's drive motor under Coulson's trembling eyelids.

After a spark, the sweeping robot stopped moving.

Coulson could feel that the little short leg was in a bad mood. In fact, he felt that the little short leg should be thankful. At least, the enemy demolished her home instead of breaking off her neck.

The sound of the rain outside continued, and the mobile phone signal was blocked in the room. Coulson couldn't wait any longer, and asked Anna again, tentatively: "Where is the enemy?"

Anna pointed to the bedroom.

Then Coulson opened the door and saw a figure like a little Tarzan lying on the ground, his limbs twitching, his body trembling constantly, and blood was gurgling from his mouth, just like the gap spring in Reykjavik, Iceland. Take a sip.

At this time, a pool of blood had formed on the floor.

"This guy looks a bit big." Anna said standing next to Coulson.

The enemy's preparations were not insufficient. They cut off two wires in Anna's house, and even the UPS in the basement made a beeping sound because it was out of power. Unfortunately, he didn't expect that Anna had a new infrasonic defense Network, just a few AA batteries, it can run for three hours without electricity.

Coulson silently glanced at the giant lying on the ground, compared to the smaller and shorter one, and sighed helplessly: "It's a bit big."

The little short leg gave Coulson a blank look, how old was he and he didn't know what to do?

It's not just a little bit, it's just super big.

The guy lying on the ground is a black guy who looks like an upgraded version of Shaquille O'Neal.

A head can support Anna's weight.

The same is for drinking mineral water, just 250ml of American Black Water brand mineral water. Anna has short hands, so she has to drink with two chubby hands.

That guy, that's too much, Anna is holding the drinking bottle, in his hand, it's just like his wife's oral liquid.

In fact, Ana figured that if the water bottle was edible, he could just stuff it in without hiccups.

The support hasn't come yet.

Coulson held a dagger in one hand and a shotgun in the other, and wanted to go up to check, but was stopped by Anna.

"Let him vomit again." Under Coulson's question, Anna explained: "As far as his physique is concerned, he weighs no less than 180 kilograms. Based on the blood content of 8%, he has 15 liters of blood, which is as far as the point in the room. The amount of blood he vomited is not enough to cause him to completely lose his ability to move."

Anna checked, and the blood in the room would not exceed 3L, just to be on the safe side.
Coulson nodded.

That's why it's good to hang out with the little short legs. Knowledge is power. According to the numerical calculation, she knows whether there is any danger inside and whether the enemy is suspended animation.

Then, the little short leg felt that the guy inside was not vomiting blood fast enough, so he took out a few electric pulse bombs, threw them over, and pressed the button.

clatter.
As the shark O'Neill inside twitched for a while, in a puff of green smoke, there was a smell of burnt feathers.

It was cruel, Coulson felt, there was not a single gadget in the hands of the little short leg.

Only at this moment did he notice the pocket in front of the short leg, which took up the size of her belly. It seemed that Anna sewed it on by herself. He felt that the short leg threw all the magic weapons into it.

To be conservative, Coulson still didn't move. Anyway, there is an infrasonic defense net in the house. As long as the enemy's accomplices outside don't bombard them with PRG, they are not in danger.

After 10 minutes, the S.H.I.E.L.D. support team arrived late.

It was led by a squad leader of the Rapid Response Special Forces, a guy named James Williams.

Looking at "Shark O'Neill" lying in a pool of blood, James Williams looked serious.

"A member of the Viper Gang."

　Ask for a recommendation ticket

　　


(End of this chapter)