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Liana's face is not just hot now, but her whole body is going to be hot.

In the current situation, the girls are so proactive, how can the playboy's temperament be pushed out?But the only problem is...

"It's only an hour, time is a bit tight..."

Liana buried her hot face into her forward chest, and a few inaudible words floated from her cherry lips: "Soul Realm..." The voice was lower than that of a mosquito.

Although the voice was low, such a key word immediately caught the playboy's attention.

"What did you say?" Qiangqian deliberately asked again.

The little queen buried her head in silence for a long time, and the playboy also purposely remained silent, fully displaying "patience" and waiting with "expectation".

Liana couldn't hold her breath, raised her head suddenly, and shouted loudly: "I said soul domain, soul domain, soul domain!"

Every time he yelled, he slapped his chest hard, as if he wanted to slap the man to death.

"Overjoyed" forward, but at the same time, he did not forget to say: "Is it a long time coming? Qin invited you last time."

"I'm just...to save time!" Liana defended weakly, "It's the soul realm, what are you doing?" She found that the playboy was trying to untie her clothes, but she protested, but there was nothing Prevent the other party's intentions and actions.

"I know, I know." Xiang Qiang casually dealt with it, "This is not contradictory; an hour in reality can be stretched to a month in the soul realm, and with a little effort, it can be stretched to a year..."

"Who wants a year..."

Liana's voice of protest stopped abruptly, because the minds of the two had sunk into the soul realm at the same time.

At almost the same moment, the dead souls and protozoa on the border of hell suddenly felt the world under their feet "shaking"; in their meager perception, there was a trace of uncontrollable disorder in the energy of this world, which was unprecedented in thousands of years. what happened.

Since Limbo was merged into the dimension of hell by Velasco, such "turmoil" has hardly happened.But in the past two years, it has happened one after another; the previous time was when Velasco was killed, there was a drastic environmental change in the border of hell, is there going to be a second time now?

As the earth trembled, the volcanoes on the edge erupted one after another.Revenants and protozoans looked around in horror, looking for the source of the turmoil; some timid creatures began to hide around, trying to hide themselves in deeper corners.

After searching for a long time, the dead souls and creatures turned their eyes to the densely clouded sky.I don't know if it's an illusion, but they seem to see the faint flash of thunder in the clouds.

This is an illusion that is almost real, and it can also be said to be a kind of reality in a trance.

No one heard the thunder or saw the lightning, but all intelligent beings in Limbo realized that there was a close connection between the eruption of the volcano and the vibration of the thunder; this rhythm was elusive, but real.

The two culprits also opened their eyes at the same time.

At the moment of regaining consciousness, the physiological changes accumulated for an hour are fed back to the brain like a tide.

That is to say, these two people have already left the category of human beings. If they were replaced by ordinary human beings, they would die suddenly.

Even so, Liana, whose body strength was slightly weaker, still couldn't help but fell into a brief stupor; after a long while, she let out a dissatisfied coquettish voice: "This is what you said, the 'difficult' situation you face in order to preserve your humanity?"

Xiangqian's shameless sophistry: "It is precisely because of the 'difficult' situation that we need to find a more relaxed and happy way in the process."

"Shameless!" Liana spurned the man in front of her, and dragged her sore body out of bed to get dressed; "I sensed that the imprint in Whitehall's soul had taken effect, and that old man was about to die."

Looking forward at the clock on the wall, he couldn't help sighing: "An hour is an hour, and the minutes and seconds are not bad. That woman is still so rational that it is frightening when she faces the enemy who gnashes her teeth."

"Are you still afraid of women?" Liana looked at the playboy with contempt.

Qianqian replied with a sentence that shocked her: "Normal people are inevitably afraid of madmen, even if madmen are unarmed or even weak."

"Crazy? It's hard for me to imagine you using such mean words to describe a woman," Liana said angrily; she wasn't angry at Forward's meanness, but because Forward threw her clothes all over the place. Yes, it took a lot of effort to find them all.

"It's not being mean, but I saw a crazy undertone in her eyes." Xiang Qiang explained seriously.

Liana's reaction fully demonstrated that she didn't really care whether Jia Ying was stupid or crazy. She mocked: "Seeing a woman's heart from the eyes? This is the professional skill of a playboy."

Qianqian shrugged helplessly, and couldn't help but laugh; Liana's slightly mocking and jealous reaction was a small affair between the two, and it really had nothing to do with Jia Ying.

The two took a moment to get dressed and returned to the "execution ground" specially converted for Whitehall.

As soon as the door of the operating room was opened, a strong smell of rust came to the nostrils; this is the smell that occurs when a large amount of blood is exposed to the air.

Beside the operating table, Jia Ying stood silently, as motionless as a sculpture.The full set of surgical gowns on her head and body, as well as the rubber gloves on her hands, were all stained with blood; in the tray containing the surgical instruments, each instrument had been used, and was clotted with scarlet blood.

On the operating table, Whitehall had a painful expression, and he was dying; his chest was opened by a huge Y-shaped incision, just like what Xiangqian had seen on Jia Ying, similar to the opening method of an autopsy.

Looking from the open chest and abdomen, all the internal organs were taken out and thrown into the glass container at Jia Ying's feet like kitchen waste; this may be the only difference from Jia Ying's experience back then.Back then, Whitehall dissected Jia Ying in order to plunder her superpowers, so she shouldn't have treated her organs so roughly.

In addition, it is strange that Whitehall did not have a wound on the head, but there were blood spills from his eyes, ears and nose.

Guessing forward, it should be that the old hydra was unable to shout after being sealed, and bit his tongue or the inner wall of the mouth under severe pain. Too much blood accumulated in the mouth, and the result overflowed from other orifices.

As said forward, the gag did bring more pain to the old Hydra and old NAZI.

All in all, Jia Ying kept her promise, and in this hour, she almost returned what Whitehall did to her.

I don't know how many times this woman has rehearsed for today's scene; vivisection is not something that just anyone can do with a scalpel.

Qianqian raised his eyes to look at Jia Ying; this "Nemesis" did not respond to his and Liana's arrival, and kept the appearance they saw when they came in, silent and motionless.

"Are you okay?" Qiangqian asked.

It took Jia Ying a long time to respond to this question: "Me? Of course I am fine; I have never felt so good today in 20 years."

Xiangqian heard the other party's insincere words, and became more vigilant about Jia Ying's "crazy" side.

On a psychological level, revenge is a kind of compensation for the past.

The emotion of hatred brings pain to people. Under normal circumstances, the person who completes revenge is equivalent to cutting off the pain caused by hatred.Relaxation, emptiness, and indifference are all possible normal reactions, but Qianqian cannot see these in Jia Ying.

Qianqian felt that the pain caused by hatred did not leave with Whitehall's death, but continued to suppress the woman's heart.

However, all the thoughts going forward were flashes of thought, and in the blink of an eye, Jia Ying didn't realize that Playboy saw many problems in just a few words.

On the other side, Liana sensed a little, and said to Qiangqian: "The old man's soul has reached the border of hell, we should go."

Nodding slightly forward, he briefly explained to Jia Ying: "We are going to interrogate Whitehall's dead soul. You should take a bath and have a good rest."

Hearing Whitehall's name, Jia Ying's face became a little more vivid; she made a request to Qiangqian: "Don't let the ghost of that devil rest in peace."

"Don't worry, the soul-burning flames in hell are his eternal destination."

……

Not to mention going forward and following Liana to hell again, just talking about Washington, D.C., because the follow-up reaction caused by Whitehall's "bizarre disappearance" was like a butterfly flapping its wings, and eventually turned into a scene that no one expected. violent storm.

Nick Fury received a report from Agent Coulson when he "disappeared" in Whitehall for less than 10 minutes; however, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Missed and failed to respond in time.

Nick Fury's sluggishness allowed his opponent to gain the upper hand.

Three hours after Whitehall "disappeared", Nick Fury was driving back to one of his countless residences when he was attacked in a premeditated armed attack.

I don’t know if the attackers did targeted research and damage on the car of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., or it was simply bad luck. In short, Nick Fury was informed by the vehicle’s intelligent system at a critical moment in distress, except for the air conditioning system. , and nothing else works.

The leader of the world's largest intelligence agency was assassinated in broad daylight in Washington, D.C., the capital of the United States;

At the same time, the secret MI6 flight deliberately took a long way to avoid sight, and landed in a private airport outside New York in a low-key manner; Captain Rogers was able to return to the United States.

Another hour later, Alexander Pierce successfully persuaded the World Security Council to officially launch the "Insight Project" with the excellent reason that the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was attacked and disappeared.

The last - and most important - networking satellite of the plan, after half a week of waiting, was successfully launched into space with a terminal processor equipped with the "insight" program operation mode.

Around this time, Captain Rogers saw a seriously wounded Nick Fury at his home in Washington, D.C., and soon a fruitless chase broke out with the trailing assassins.

Xiangqian received a communication message from Tony as soon as he returned to the human world.

"Dude, you should watch this." Tony didn't say anything nonsense, and sent a video directly.

Opening it forward, it turned out to be a video shot by a mobile phone with a shaky lens; the video showed a chase of several cars, and shortly after an SUV drove past the photographer, an explosion suddenly occurred under the car, and the whole car flew into the air. He got up and fell on the side of the road.

The photographer is obviously not a professional, and the shooting process is hasty, not to mention that many times the focus is not even right, and nearly half of the time is even a variety of shaking ghosts.

Obviously, this was taken by a passer-by and witness with his mobile phone while fleeing for his life.

At the end of the video, a figure quickly walked towards the overturned SUV and tore open the door with one hand.

Then there was a few seconds of shaky escape footage, and the entire video ended.

"Is that person's hand made of metal?" Qiangqian was the first to notice the movement of tearing open the car door with one hand, "Compared to Mark's armor, maybe this is the real high-tech prosthetic?"

Tony ignored Qiangqian's teasing, and he reminded: "It is not the metal arm that needs attention, but the owner of the SUV in the video."

Prompted by Tony, the video was dialed back to a specific point in time; the SUV had just passed by the photographer, the broken cab window flashed past the camera, and a black man was faintly visible. s face.

"This face looks a little familiar." Qianqian seemed to be talking to himself; the speed of the vehicle was too fast, resulting in serious blurring of the captured image.

"What about this?" Tony intercepted the less than half a second clip of the car window flashing by, and sent it again after some processing.

The video is decomposed into static pictures, and after intelligent processing, the clarity is greatly improved, and the facial features can be clearly distinguished in two of the pictures.

That's Nick Fury's face.

"Although the filming is blurry, it still shows his unique ugliness." Xiang Qiang unscrupulously attacked personally, "Can you confirm the identity, it is indeed Nick Fury?"

"The picture restored by the AI ​​calculation, Jarvis estimates, there is a 70.00% probability that it is Nick Fury."

Xiangqian smiled: "Washington DC can afford to drive a modified SUV, and it looks like a black man with a 70.00% triple similarity with Nick Fury. Are there many?"

"I also don't think there will be many." Tony's face was a little dignified, "What do you think, is it because of Whitehall?"

"Don't think about it, it must be;" Qiang Qian thought thoughtfully, "What I'm thinking about is actually another thing."

"what?"

"You said, do you really want to let Nick Fury die?"