Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 95
"Jerry Wilder!"

In the darkness, Jerry seemed to hear someone calling his name.

"Yes, sir!"

Jerry Wilder reacted subconsciously over the years of his military career.

But when he yelled, Jerry Wilder suddenly realized something was wrong.

He has been out of the army for five years.

"Corporal of B Company, [-]rd Battalion Rangers, participated in the Gulf War. Because of participating in the Black Hawk rescue plan, his right leg was amputated by a shell! Retired due to injury!"

The people in the dark were still reading his message, and Jerry Wilder felt as if he had returned to the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

The fall of the Black Hawk is an eternal pain in the heart of the Federal Ministry of Defense. This incident once led to the resignation of a federal minister of defense.

That is, when he was ordered to rescue two Black Hawk helicopters, Jerry Wyle was hit by a shell. Although his life was saved, his right leg was amputated due to excessive blood loss and severe infection of the wound.

After returning to New York, Jerry Wyle, who retired due to injury, was almost unable to take care of himself because of his leg disability. His wife divorced him and took away their daughter.

Jerry Wyle left his house, car and money to his wife, left the house, exiled himself, and became a homeless man.

Every time he dreamed back at midnight and touched his aching leg, Jerry Wyle sometimes wondered if everything would be different if his leg wasn't disabled.

He retired home, opened the door, and was greeted with a warm smile from his wife and a sweet hug from his daughter.

This is also the reason why Jerry Wyle did not hesitate to sign up when he saw the human body recruitment advertisement of the Osborn Group. For him, being disabled for a lifetime was far more terrifying than death.

"You have a lovely daughter!"

After the figure in the night read the message, it touched the softest part of Jerry Wyle's heart.

"enough!"

Jerry Wyle yelled into the darkness angrily. With his anger, the muscles of his whole body expanded rapidly, transforming into a large human lizard walking upright almost instantly.

Blinking his vertical pupils, Jerry Wyle stared at the figure in the dark with cold, emotionless pupils belonging to reptiles. He scratched his five green fingers and swung his thick tail. Want to jump on it.

"Dah! Hum!"

There was a sound of an electrical switch, and then dazzling lights lit up on the zenith.

An unknown number of watts of incandescent light caused Jerry Wyle to subconsciously cover his eyes.

But suddenly turning from darkness to light, Jerry Wyle's eyes still inevitably burst into tears.

When he shook his lizard's head and hadn't easily adapted to the intensity of the light, the scene in front of him made him sniff his nose and subconsciously take a step back.

In front of you is an empty, clean, and brief underground plaza, about the size of two football fields.

In front of him were rows of soldiers standing with their hands behind their backs, wearing only army green shorts and shorts.

The whitewashed walls around, without any marks,

Muscle-tight white men and black men stand in a standard military posture, standing on their hips, and everyone's eyes are fixed on him.

A burly man, nearly two meters tall, held a document in his hand and looked at him with an almost critical look.

Jerry Wyle was very familiar with this kind of gaze. When he first joined the federal army, the Texas instructor looked at him with this kind of gaze. It was the gaze of a rookie.

"I hate the look in your eyes!"

Feeling the vigorous power on his body, Jerry Wyle shook his neck, let out a deep growl, and rushed towards the big man in front of him.

What kind of experience is it for a two-meter-high human-shaped lizard, wagging its tail and rushing towards itself.

The sound of dull footsteps echoed on the training ground, listening to the movement as if the earth was shaking, Kane's eyes did not change at all.

Watching the lizard man smack towards him with a fist the size of a vinegar bowl.

Kane turned sideways, slid, and elbowed out.

Before Jerry Wyle could swing his fist hard, he received a solid elbow in the stomach.

boom!
Jerry Wyle felt that he was hit hard by a truck in the middle, and the pain from the distance was accompanied by a strong impact.

Before he could react in time, he was knocked into the air more than ten meters away and smashed hard into the wall.

"Markmanship is not excellent, command and intelligence studies are A-, you are not qualified to join my spade team!"

Kane sent Jerry Wyle flying with a punch, as if he had done a trivial thing.

"Before you pass the assessment, you will be incorporated into the spade 3 team and be a tough attacker!"

Before Kane finished speaking, the tall green figure had already rushed towards him.

Whoosh!
Before the person arrived, a thick tail had already drawn towards the chest.

The wind roared, and the air was ripped out by this tail whip.

Facing the tail that could easily snap off the concrete wall, Kane did not dodge or dodge, took a breath, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

He stretched out a pair of slaps the size of a cattail fan, and directly hugged the thigh-thick lizard tail in his arms.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp thumping sound, Jerry Wyle only felt his tail hit the opponent firmly.

Before the cruel smile in his vertical pupil dissipated, he felt himself being swung up.

Kane held the lizard tail in his arms with his thick arms, lifted it up and down a round hard.

The ground shook violently, and Jerry Wyle's huge lizard body came into close contact with the ground.

Accompanied by a series of sounds of bones breaking, more than a dozen thick stone slabs were smashed to pieces.

The strong self-healing ability derived from the lizard gene made Jerry Wyer's body recover quickly from a series of symptoms such as fractures, internal bleeding, and trauma.

It's just that before he fully recovered, he only felt his tail being swung violently again, and then hit the stone slab hard again.

boom!boom!boom! ...

A series of stone dust flew up, and a deep hole was smashed out of the ground!
"enough!"

Jerry Wyle flicked hard, and his powerful lizard tail broke directly from the root,

After breaking free from the restraints, Jerry Wyle turned around, waved his fists, and smacked Kane's head.

"boom!"

Facing Jerry Wyle's punch, Kane also swung it out and greeted him.

The sound of the wind gathered in the wind of Kane's fist.

Clouds grow from dragons, tigers generate wind, the wind howls in the wind of Kane's fist, and there is a dull roar of tigers faintly.

In the roar of the tiger, the white air burst produced by Kane after breaking the sound barrier abruptly formed the shape of a tiger's head with an eye-catching white forehead.

"Roar!"

boom!
Jerry Wyle didn't even hum this time, and was punched directly into the wall dozens of meters away, and his whole body seemed to be embedded in a puddle of mud.

"Pull him out, and when he wakes up, clarify the benefits!"

Kane put his hands behind his back, moved his fingers, and raised his chin. Two spade soldiers stepped forward, each grabbed Jerry Wyle by one leg, and pulled him out of the wall.

Jerry Wyle, who was limp on the ground, his tattered body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his self-broken tail swelled out again.

But this lizard seemed to be beaten by someone, lying on the ground with blank eyes, and refused to get up.

"The full version of the lizard potion will be distributed to all staff in half a month, but if you want to use it, you must master the breathing method taught by the boss and control your emotions. You have to remember that you are a soldier, and Not a beast!"

Kane casually glanced at Jerry Wyer, the indifference in his eyes, the scrutiny made Jerry Wyer couldn't help trembling in his heart, even his figure began to change from a lizard to a human.

…………

At night, a remote road in downtown New York.

There were bursts of low-pitched roars like the roar of wild animals, mixed with screams and roaring cars.

The lights of more than a dozen cars turned on at the same time illuminated the road, and it could be seen that this artificially blocked area was full of all kinds of vehicles.

Underground racing, from the coolly dressed racing girls and the racing drivers who are gearing up and ready to go, you can see what it is here.

A black guy in a baseball cap and a gold chain shuttled among the racers, collecting entry fees and money for the game.

"The quality of the racers this time is a bit high, Toledo!"

In front of a blue Dodge car, a shirtless, muscular, bald man leaned against the door of his cab with his arms folded, and looked at his opponent coldly.

"I've inquired, the organizer has changed this time!"

A black-haired beauty in tight jeans, a black corset, and a white shirt, leaned in the arms of the bald man, and spoke in his ear easily.

The bald man patted the ass of the brunette beauty,
"Relax, it's not easy to come to New York with you once, and you have to buy something to go back. It's still the same as before. We can win and get the bonus. I'll take you to buy some good things! Pick a birthday present for Mia by the way!"

The bald man had a relaxed tone, looking at several competitors, the disdain in his tone was almost beyond words.

The relaxed expression of the bald man seemed to have stimulated the woman, she tiptoed, leaned forward, and gave the bald man a wet kiss!
…………

"Who is that?"

Xin check looked at the blue Dodgers who were leading the way, with a hint of curiosity on his face under his baseball cap.

"That's Toledo's car, Dominique Toledo, he's been the champion in New York for three years!"

A race car driver heard Simcha's words and said to him.

"The three-peat racer!" Xin looked thoughtfully at the blue Dodge, whose tail lights were almost out of sight.

Dominique Toledo naturally has two brushes for being able to win the New York Motorsports Championship for three consecutive times. Soon the blue Dodgers showed their strength to everyone.

The blue Dodgers were the first to return to the finish line. When Dominique Toledo opened the door and got out of the car, the audience cheered and the atmosphere almost burst.

"Toledo!"

"Toledo!"

"Toledo!"

.........

"Hey buddy, here's your bonus!"

Simcha handed a stack of almost [-] US dollars to the bald man, and at the same time sent out an invitation.

"Your driving skills are good, are you interested in doing things for me!"

Dominique Toledo stuffed the money into the pocket of the woman in his arms, and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you for your kindness. I'm free now. I don't plan to join the team for the time being. I only serve my family!"

Simcha shrugged and spread his hands, "That's really a pity, welcome to continue to come to New York to participate in racing competitions in the future!"

In the second half of the night, this underground racing event came to an end.

Xincha carried a schoolbag stuffed with money and walked to his beloved car, a yellow Chevrolet Camaro sports car.

As he pressed the car key in his hand and watched his Bumblebee flashing the lights, Xincha had a satisfied smile on his face.

Once upon a time, as a low-level gangster, he never dreamed that he would live this kind of life, drive a luxury car, and hold the right to host most of New York's underground racing cars.

Opening the car door, he threw the schoolbag containing the money on the passenger seat. Just as Xin Cha started the car, a snow-white arm suddenly rested on his car window.

"Hey, can I get a ride?"

Xincha looked up at the woman in front of her, with short hair, a pure and heroic face, and a long black dress, revealing her white and tender skin.

Xin Cha looked at the woman and couldn't help swallowing. He was about to agree, but when he glanced at the co-pilot's schoolbag full of money, Xin Cha hesitated for a moment, took out a business card and handed it to the woman.

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient today. This is my business card. We can race together another day!"

After Xincha finished speaking, he just wanted to start the car and leave, but he only felt a hard on his temple.

Xincha felt the hard muzzle of the gun against his temple, and his expression froze.

"Hey, don't be impulsive. If you want money, there is 20 dollars in the co-pilot's schoolbag, you can take it!"

"Open the co-pilot's door!"

The woman's cold voice sounded, and at the same time Xincha only felt the gun against his temple move.

"Hey hey, okay, take it easy, going off fire is no fun!"

Xincha followed the woman's words and unlocked the co-pilot's door, and a pale man in a windbreaker opened the door and sat in.

The man in the windbreaker also pointed a pistol at Simcha.

Immediately afterwards, a woman in a long black dress sat in the back seat.

"One question, if you speak up, we can let you go! Otherwise!"

The woman in the black dress, pointing the gun at the back of Simcha's head, moved down.

"You ask, as long as you don't shoot, I will tell you everything!"

Xincha stared nervously at the face of the woman in the black dress through the rearview mirror.

"Not long ago, there was a terrorist attack at the New York station. You and your accomplices stole a corpse from the station. Where did you hide the corpse?"

Selena held the pistol, waiting for the human's answer.

Hearing Selena's question, Xincha's face changed suddenly.

"You are here for that corpse!?"

Xincha looked at Selena's face through the rearview mirror, and a sneer flashed across the face under the baseball cap:
"Hey, I don't care who you are, vampires or something, girl, you messed with the wrong guy, do you know who our big boss is?"

　The elders in the family passed away, my aunt, cancer, and my younger sister, who is inconvenient for me, and is keeping watch as a nephew.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)