When I transform into Marvel, I also want to be the overlord

President Maya woke up and stood up and looked around.

"Well, when did the building over there burn? How did it burn so fast? It turned into a torch."

After a while, President Maya rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "It turns out that n has arrived a long time ago. Why didn't you hear me before?"

"N must have passed by from the other direction. I didn't hear it. As for why I only discovered the burning building less than 200 meters across the way now, well, the fire must have burned too fast. In short, it was definitely not me. It was just because I was too obsessed with the shameful secondary thoughts."

President Maya, who made good excuses for himself, completely blocked the voices of the lowly people talking about the fire.

The place where President Maya was talking just now is the triangle area where Broadway, Seventh Avenue and 46th Street intersect, and the fire building is about 200 meters southwest of her, between Seventh and Third Avenues.

In the early 90s, this triangle where wealth and art went hand in hand was the most dazzling and prosperous, while the North District of Midtown was still filled with all kinds of cyan places.

But there is a large area nearby that can be regarded as the face of New York. President Maya still knows the building that burned. The very famous Golden Dome Building is where many Fortune 500 companies have their offices.

Logically speaking, such a famous facade building should not have such a big fire. It does not mean that the fire protection facilities of the Golden Roof Building are so strict that fires never occur. But the fire shouldn't have burned the entire upper part into a torch in such a short period of time.

Even if President Maya is not focused and his mind wanders, he still remembers that when he first came here, the building opposite was fine.

In less than half an hour, the fire jumped directly from the 20th floor to the 30th floor. It seems that after a while, even the rescue helicopter will not be able to dock on the top of the 40th floor.

Generally, such buildings have fire-proof refuge layers, which are constructed of special flame-retardant materials. Floors, ceilings, stairs, etc. all have strong fire protection and fire resistance, and the refuge floor must be equipped with special pressurizing equipment to press the air out of the refuge floor to prevent the intrusion of thick smoke and fire.

With this fireproof layer, at least it can delay the spread of the fire.

But this building seemed to have no such thing, causing President Maya, who was several hundred meters away, to choke on the thick smoke.

On the third floor of the Golden Roof Building, Amanda held her head and hid in the public restroom crying bitterly. The sexual burning gas rising up from the bottom almost gave her no strength to cry. The approaching high temperature also reminded her that her life was about to come to an end.

Due to the excessive smoke and obstructed vision, the fan blades touched the antenna on the roof, causing the rescue helicopter to crash just nowb. And since then, no more helicopters have come.

Amanda didn't want to be like her colleagues, wailing helplessly in the thick smoke on the top floor, waiting and praying for rescue that was no longer possible.

Now she returns to her office, crying and chanting to the cross in her hand: "Our Father in heaven, may your name be hallowed. May your kingdom come, and may your will be done on earth. , like the loving God who walks in the sky, thank you and praise you. You are the source of life and the destination of our lives. I hope that the souls of the people who died in this fire can obtain eternal life in the kingdom of God the Father under your leadership. Peace, and joy.”

Unlike Amanda, who had given up struggling, the fat black Tarzan, whose head was like a small ball and torso was like a big ball, felt that he could still be saved.

At this moment, he was standing among a group of people, enduring the choking smoke, shouting at the shadowy helicopter in the sky, "ppsp"

But what made him despair was that not only did the helicopter not approach the top floor again, but it moved further and further away, and gradually no longer even the shadow was visible.

Taishan felt the last bit of strength left his body as the glimmer of hope disappeared.

"You son of a bitch, these bastards in Bichi are so cruel. Wuwuwu. To burn down the entire Golden Roof Building in order to eradicate the roots is so cruel and vicious. Wuwuwu, I don't want to die yet. Wuwu. Woo, Frank, I'm sorry, the 200 gunmen you hid in the Golden Roof Building were all discovered and burned to death by those beasts. Frank, woo woo, I want to die too."

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