Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

The day when the sudden change happened to be the last day of June.

The sky is dark gray, the red sunset hangs low in the sky, the blood-like color is thick and thick, flowing wantonly, making the screams of panic and despair and the silhouettes of running around extraordinarily pale and insignificant.

Downstairs, the fat and strong stray dog ​​was pawing painfully at the outdoor stairs on the side of the building. His grayish-yellow hair was standing on end, and his pink tongue was bitten off by himself, and his barking sound gradually became thinner. .

Finally, it raised its head abruptly, the tentacles on its head twisted flexibly, and rushed towards the upstairs room with a creak.

Brock was startled, and quickly locked all the doors and windows. He changed into a combat uniform, and threw knives, daggers, ropes, and various types of guns/arms all over his body.

There was a loud banging sound outside the door, as if someone was hitting the door panel with their body.

Brock picked up the soft, smiling baby, turned him over and over, and made sure he wasn't in the mood to turn into a bug just yet.

Although the government has been secretive about this matter, rumors have spread all over the world.

Even so, no one expected that the situation would become so urgent. Before this, the occurrence rate of this weird mutation in the population was only one in hundreds of thousands, and the number of cases discovered by the government in the world in the past year was only a few thousand .

Compared with the supervillains who make troubles every day and make headlines every time, this kind of sudden mutation seems to be far away from us. In addition, various radiation, pollution, and viruses have also given birth to many superhuman beings. , has long made the public accustomed to "variation".

The government has always dealt with it in a timely manner, and the heroes of the underground resistance organization are always paying attention and helping. Want to turn humans into plants...

Caught off guard.

is what everyone thinks.

"Banna!"

Tony, whose life was upside down, woke up from hunger at six o'clock in the evening. He just opened his eyes from the bed, thinking about all kinds of wrangling with the Secretary of State yesterday about the Registration Act and the offside of public power, and his head was buzzing.

Before he knew it, he had become quite influential politically, and even began to prepare to form a team to run in the next presidential election.

Until Jarvis bombarded his face with overwhelming information, he hurriedly put on his clothes, and suddenly felt like he had turned back into a superhero again.

"Banner! Do you know what happened outside?" Tony rushed to the laboratory, looking for Banner everywhere, "I'm too busy these days to follow up the progress of the laboratory, I remember you were—"

Tony's voice stopped abruptly.

In the laboratory, there are many living organisms used for experiments, which are displayed one by one in a transparent circular glass cover. For this reason, Tony also had a big fight with the head of the Superhuman Human Joint Research Group, which caused national security issues. department.

Those half-human, half-insect monsters seemed to be extremely excited, their tentacles swished and their carapaces rubbed against the tempered glass up and down.

"Tony...I...squeak—"

Banner hid his hands behind his back, looked around hesitantly, walked into the glass cover by himself, sat down with a sigh.

He opened his mouth, wanting to continue to say something, but he could only make a squeak.

A few seconds later, the gray-haired man fell to the ground suddenly, dense insect feet grew out of his chest, and the cold and inorganic black gradually filled his eye sockets. He stretched out his hand with all his strength and pointed to the table.

"Jarvis, open the cage and let him out!" Tony jumped forward a few steps, his fingers clenched tightly.

"Sir, this is not safe."

Tony: "I don't care! He's Bruce Banner! An Avenger! Not a monster!"

Jarvis threw Banner's research results in front of Tony in time.

It was an enlarged three-dimensional configuration of DNA molecules, colorful phosphates and deoxyribose sugars intertwined in long chains, and Banner's scribbled notes floated beside the air.

The cells of this mutated creature are very strange. Once the body dies or the cells are separated from the body, the DNA chain will collapse automatically, making it difficult to extract the genetic information. Genes, find out how this mutation occurs, and finally save the mutated human beings through reverse genetic coding.

Unfortunately, their plan was greatly hindered at the beginning. Banner and Tony tried various methods to keep the cells alive, but they failed one by one. Until two weeks ago, Banner and his researchers still failed. Can draw the complete DNA structure.

Tony took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

"Jarvis, go and command my Iron Legion to save people. If Luthor dares to stop you, attack him and block the laboratory. I will reverse genetic coding based on the DNA strand given by Banner here."

"Sir...I...sorry..."

Jarvis' voice became intermittent, like a tape recorder that was stuck, and soon there was no response.

Tony put down his work, frowned and asked, "Jarvis?"

A black figure quickly appeared in the air, well dressed in a black suit, with ice blue eyes matching the color of his tie.

The phantom projected by the projector has a handsome face, a tall figure, very straight lips, and a calm expressionless face that hides majesty.

Tony saw his appearance clearly, and was even more puzzled in his heart: "What are you doing here?"

The figure said straightforwardly: "Jarvis is temporarily taken over by me, and I will send you the reverse coding of the gene that transforms the Ihara Zerg into humans, but there are more important things to do now, Mr. Stark .”

……

At the same time, Luthor's Oval Office also has a visitor of the same kind.

When the mysterious figure appeared on Luther's cell phone, an emergency meeting was being held in the White House office, but then Luther kicked everyone out, and none of the staff heard what they said.

"Do you think I'll believe you so easily?" Luthor's expression was calm, but his eyes were full of complexity.

The man huddled in the corner of the phone screen looked directly at Luther, and said with a sense of oppression: "When faced with a greater crisis, the enemy will no longer be the enemy. You once told me this sentence. I don't Your trust is not required, just your cooperation, Mr. President."

……

In an abandoned subway station in New York City.

The four-person team was at a loss for a while looking at the huge number of numbers that kept refreshing and changing on the computer screen.

Soon after, they also received a strange message.

Gen was the first to react, she smiled sweetly, and said softly and charmingly: "I am willing to serve you."

And Xiao sat in the corner at the far end, with his head down, silently wiping his gun.

That night, the earth lost 7000 million people, and there were 7000 million more monsters that were neither human nor insect, and the number of people who were attacked to death by monsters was roughly estimated to be no less than [-] million.

God is dead, but where there is danger, there will be salvation.

.........

Brock reached out and pulled the monster stuck in the window crack.

The worm had already been shot several times, but it was still twisting piece by piece. Bullock stepped on its chest and let it struggle.

The lower body of the monster has been smashed to pieces, but the upper body is struggling to bite his legs. The huge mouthparts protrude from the head and slowly open like a flower. It is divided into six petals. The jagged teeth are still sticky with blood .

Brock held the kitchen knife he had taken out of the kitchen in his right hand, and chopped it down fiercely.

The deformed head rolled down and gradually became silent.

The child in his arms burst into tears, and Bullock threw the knife and rubbed his temples, feeling a little distressed.

"You said you cry all day long, can you do anything else besides crying?"

The baby squinted his eyes and whimpered with tears at the corners of his eyes, feeling that he had been greatly wronged.

From time to time, the interior of the house was swept by the lights of helicopters outside, and the armed forces of the entire country were dispatched urgently to maintain order in the city while hunting down humans who had transformed into bugs.

All kinds of ambulances and police cars squeaked and blocked the road, and the red and blue lights flashed non-stop in the dark night, facing blankly the citizens who were fleeing blindly.

Brock tore off a few bed sheets, and tied the baby up and down behind him—this little thing that was squawking like a screaming chicken all day seemed to have inherited the genes of another father. stronger.

Otherwise, Brock is really afraid that one day he will raise him to death.

This apartment is located at the intersection of Gleason Street and Gerry Street in Gotham. It is not a small distance from the densely populated city center. The location on the sixth floor is not too high or low, which is convenient for escape, and it is not easy for those insect-shaped monsters. Zi rushed up.There is still a lot of food in the refrigerator, and the city's power supply has not been disconnected. With Bullock's force, staying at home seems to be the safest way for the time being.

With the baby on his back, he tidied up the corpses in the house, threw them down the window, changed the baby's diapers and made milk powder, and even turned on the air purifier to try to dilute the smell of blood.

The initial novelty wears off, and Brock starts to get bored.

About an hour later, he received two text messages from Bucky and Selena respectively. They were not many words, and they simply asked if he was safe and if he needed help.

Bullock answered them equally curtly: No.

They seemed to be very busy, and Bucky sent a cute emoji that comes with the communication system, and the two of them never heard from each other again.

Bullock put his son back in the cradle, which was also set up with an alarm system, and if someone tried to lift him out, a high-pitched siren would go off.

Afterwards, Bullock put a chair at the door, sat on it with a gun, and controlled himself into a light sleep.

The shouts and gunshots outside did not bother him in the slightest.

When he got up the next morning, the sky was as cold as metal, and Bullock looked down through the window——

The situation seems to be getting worse. Many stumps and broken arms are scattered on the side of the street. There are both insect-shaped monsters and ordinary humans. The blood-stained concrete floor has turned into a dry dark brown, like a deformed plant. , growing distorted shapes on its own in the dark.

There is also some fresh blood, which has turned into a viscous liquid with fine froth, as if it has been frantically whipped by a juicer, red and vain.

Bullock calmly ate his breakfast and took a bath for the child and himself.

When the surroundings are peaceful, he always unconsciously becomes anxious. When the world becomes a scorched earth, chaos and disorder surge wildly, he is at ease instead.

But he never expected that he would receive news from the academy.