Marvel: My brother is the Zerg master

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In an instant, a blue barrier appeared in the car, blocking Uncle Long's fist from approaching the opponent.

A figure instantly appeared in the passenger seat, wearing thick armor that seemed cramped in the not-so-large car.

Uncle Long suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and a sense of fatal threat was transmitted to every cell in his body.

Before Uncle Long could react, a dark red particle beam covered the alley.

Time seemed to stop.

The middle-aged man was still in shock, while Uncle Long made an instinctive defensive posture.

"My first mission was to deal with these boring people."

The helmet on the armored head disappeared like particles, revealing a long and flat head.

Complaints were complaints, and a secret compartment was cracked on the chest of the armor.

He took out a small device and sprayed it towards the two of them:

"This old man almost ruined the Lord's affairs. If the Supreme Lord didn't like the food he made, he would have been tortured and transformed into a twisted soul."

"However, I like this person's soul. I really want to torture him. Hehe, he will be mine sooner or later."

This is none other than Murphy, one of the Dead Apostles of the Tal'darin Tribe.

The transparent liquid seemed to be alive, quickly covering the motionless two people. In the blink of an eye, there was no trace of liquid left in the car.

Murphy opened the passenger door, stepped out of the car, and sprayed the three people outside.

After spraying the three of them, Murphy walked to the back door, grabbed Uncle Long and left via quantum teleportation.

As soon as Murphy left, the dark red beam of light also disappeared.

The middle-aged man looked dazed and twisted his neck. For some reason, his neck always felt a little awkward.

It's just...as he twisted, a tattoo appeared on his neck, with a skull and snake feet.

"Strange, why am I on the ground?"

The other three people also got up from the ground.

"Oh~Fake, why does my head hurt so much?"

...

8 points.

The top of the back mountain.

In a building with a strong sense of technology.

"Liz, you're going too exaggerated here."

When Peter came here, he was shocked by this place. He originally wanted to simply set up a few tents, but he didn't expect that this place was turned into a simple research laboratory by Liz.

Liz looked disdainful, pointed here and said:

"This is the place where we are about to discover the truth about the moon. How can we be casual? I have bought this mountain. From now on, this will be the base of our team."

The inhumane Liz looked like she was rich and willful.

Peter hesitated and said:

"Liz, although I am [-]% sure, but what if!"

"No chance!"

Liz was immediately anxious. This was her only chance to suppress Tony, the hothead. She didn't allow any accidents.

MJ and Ned were testing the equipment at this time.

Several computers are working hard.

"Hi! Guys, after data analysis, half an hour is the best time for observation."

Ned is very knowledgeable about computers, and he was typing on the keyboard at this time.

...

the other side.

Dozens of vehicles were driving towards the back mountain with all their strength.

In the car.

"Richard, do you think it's strange? My neck still hurts a lot."

"Who says it isn't? I have no idea where the mark on my head came from."

"Art, do you think the boss is making too much fuss? We are not enough to deal with a few high school students, and we have sent so many people."

"Shh, keep your voice down, do you want to die? Do you dare to talk about the boss behind his back? Do you want to travel around the world?"

Richard shrank his neck. Traveling around the world meant selling all the organs that could be used throughout the body:

"Haha, don't dare."

...

Hell's Kitchen West.

During the day, the place is sparsely populated, impoverished and famine-stricken, but at night, it suddenly changes into something else.

In the bustling streets, bewitchingly dressed girls were leaning on the streets and alleys, performing various showy gestures on the passers-by.

There were also many minors, all with bulging pockets and weapons bigger than him.

From time to time, someone came forward and handed over bundles of knives. The minor took out white powder from his pocket and handed it back.

All this seems to be normal here, no one is surprised by it.

It's like a lawless place, and everything illegal is legal here.

A high-end nightclub in the West End.

In a secret room.

The middle-aged man before was now listening to the phone with fear.

Phone: Dodge, how's the situation going?

Dodge respectfully replied:

"Chief, I have already explained the matter. I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go."

Phone: Yeah, good.

Phone: Dodge, you have done a great job for us in the past few years. I have seen it all. Don’t worry, as long as we gain control of the moon, we will no longer have to be secretive.

Dodge closed his legs and raised one hand:

"Long live Hydra!!!"

Phone: Long live Hydra! ! !

Just when the person on the other end wanted to hang up the phone, Dodge said hesitantly:

"Chief, there is one more thing I think I need to report to you."

Phone: You say.

"One of those students is Osborne's heir."

There was sudden silence on the other side for a while.

Phone: Erase all obstacles.

Didi--

Dodge looked at the busy signal on his cell phone that the call had ended, and then he sat down on the sofa. At this time, a large area of ​​his back was soaked.

...

Unknown Haiti base.

Skull head and snake feet.

A huge Hydra logo stands in the center.

Countless sealed warehouses are connected together to form a huge base.

in a laboratory.

Hundreds of scientists in white coats are busy operating the equipment in front of them, constantly debugging the instruments to achieve optimal performance.

The lift door opened, and a white-haired old man walked in. His face was serious, not angry, and he had the aura of a superior person. There were many bodyguards behind him.

The white-haired old man walked to the central control room and said seriously:

"This is our century-old opportunity and we cannot afford to miss it!"

Hundreds of scientists stopped their movements, straightened their bodies one by one, and made the Hydra symbol: Long live Hydra!

...

Shadow side of the moon.

A huge and magnificent castle.

The castle at this time was much larger than before.

Inside the castle.

On the lord's seat, the handsome man listened to the report of the dead disciples in the audience.

"Lord, the matter has been resolved. The old man has been placed in his home."

Dark Moon nodded:

"What's the situation in the back mountain now?"

"Reporting to the lord, that human organization has sent people to attack the Supreme."

Murphy said, linking the upgrade chain to Probe No. 1, and a set of pictures appeared.

In the picture, there are more than a dozen cars speeding by.

Dark Moon nodded.

"Lord, Probe One is in the area. If it is not restricted, these humans will be exposed if they cannot get close to the Supreme."

Murphy expressed his concerns.

Tal'darim Tribal Code "Destroy all targets that threaten the supreme"

This is an ironclad rule that all Tal'darin tribe members must abide by.

However, as a high-ranking lord, Dark Moon can flexibly abide by this rule. The result will not change, but the process can change, which is why he can do this series of things.

"The Supreme has many concerns about this world, and will not expose us until the critical moment."

Dark Moon was not worried at all that these dozen vehicles were killed by the spy plane before they reached the highest position.