[Comprehensive] How to raise a robot baby

At this moment, the night is hazy, and the bright afterglow similar to a silver plate and the twinkling stars hang high in the blue night sky.

The night wind that covered the mountains and plains carried moist water vapor, and the night temperature gradually dropped.

After entering the primeval forest, it was extremely dark inside.

The tops of the towering black trees are seamlessly connected into one piece, and the interlaced and dense trees are tall and tall.

The range that the flashlight can illuminate is too small. Even though Steve has good eyesight, he was blocked by the undulating mountain road and the forest environment surrounded by branches and vines several times.

There was the sound of a slowly flowing stream in the distance, and the crisp and cheerful water seemed particularly strange in this gloomy forest.

Steve had been moving quickly for a while, already profusely sweating, but the places like his cheeks and the back of his hands, which were blown by the night wind, were still numb from the cold, which was not a good feeling.

As we got deeper into the forest, even the radio began to rustle.

Steve stopped suddenly.

"Uncle Steve?" The baby's voice was still clear.

The captain wiped a handful of dirt, "I smell some blood."

But under the law of the jungle where the jungle is prey to the jungle, it is normal to have a bloody smell.

Steve looked around carefully, the mud on the ground was wet, mixed with fallen leaves, rhizomes and weeds.

Looking in the direction of the line of sight, about thirty feet away, the captain saw several groups of messy footprints.

At the same time, the baby also said: "Wait, I caught the signal of the falcon, which is just southeast of you now."

"Try to contact him." It seems that the direction is correct.

In fact, Steve has been able to determine the location of the werewolf before he got close.

One after another howls of wolves faintly pierced through the woods, high or low, turning a thousand times.

In this deep mountain and old forest, howling wolves is like crying ghosts, which makes people shudder from the bottom of their hearts, and the atmosphere becomes more and more eerie and terrifying.

Along the way, the baby gave directions to the captain, but she stopped talking as soon as she reached the destination.

There were constant rustling sounds in the jungle, but the movement ahead was even louder.

The sound of branches breaking and trees shaking abnormally, people's screams and roars, the sound of flapping wings, and the howling of angry and fierce wolves are really very lively.

This is a place with a relatively wide view.

When Steve arrived, he saw the Falcon struggling to retreat from a low altitude.

A black shadow invisible to the naked eye swept past the bushes in front at a high speed, and entered the dense forest again.

"Hurry up, hurry up, let's go in and stop him, what about the promised support?" A clear, young voice rushed into the captain's ear.

"Shut up, if it weren't for you..."

The falcon's voice was interrupted by broken trees.

The two gasped, and didn't say another word for a long time.

Then someone broke the silence: "Sam."

"My God, Steve, you're finally here." Sam flew towards Steve with the boy in his arms, "Did you see him? He hasn't completely turned into a werewolf yet."

The smell of the werewolf was strong, and Steve quickly found the right direction. "That's the direction, you continue to lead him."

"Oh my god my god, this is Captain America?" After the captain left, Stiles suddenly screamed in mid-air, "Don't fly so fast—"

"Stiles, scream again and I'll throw you down." Sam said angrily, "What's the use of bringing you here? Scott got the power and you got it too. As a result, you said you just now What have you done?! He directly cut off a tree with a diameter of one meter, and you just dropped a few leaves for him, which is not enough to paint his face!!!”

Stiles defended weakly: "I'm just not proficient in using it! Also, the power of werewolves is very powerful, and I will definitely be very sharp in the future. Just wait and see—" Sam's back thrust made Stiles Pauls was scared out of his wits.

Falcon pouted: "I'm afraid we won't be able to wait until today."

"Bah bah, believe me, Scott is definitely the most self-controlled werewolf in the world, he won't hurt me."

The above kept talking about the situation, and Steve got a general idea, but the two of them talked too much nonsense, which was not of much value.

The three of them chased until halfway up the mountain before they found the trace of the werewolf.

"Fortunately, he stopped." Stiles patted his chest with lingering fear, his legs were still weak.

"Of course not, he's deforming." Falcon swallowed.

The attack power and destructive power were so huge when he was in human form just now, if Scott becomes a wolf and loses consciousness, it will be even more uncontrollable.

In this place, a huge full moon is like hanging in the sky not far away.

The bright silver light fell on the werewolf, and a figure could still be seen vaguely.

If you look closely, the wolf body has already appeared.

Scott was squatting in front of the cliff, trembling all over, with a long howl in his mouth, as if he was experiencing great pain.

Stiles said to the captain standing in front of them: "Remember not to be bitten by Scott."

"Is the anesthesia not working?" Steve didn't look back.

"Don't talk about anesthesia, he just broke free from the chains prepared for him—" Sam moved closer to Steve, who was carefully observing the front. "What should we do now?"

Scott in the distance was angrily hitting the ground with his fists, and some unbearable stones rolled directly down.

The werewolf couldn't help but self-mutilate because of the pain.

"Scott—" Stiles ran out anxiously, "Calm down, you are a human, not a real wolf!"

The werewolf turned his head quickly, the red light in his eyes was as weird as a snake letter.

Stiles was taken aback and wanted to run back, but because his feet were soft, he sat down on the ground instead.

"Damn—" Falcon felt for the second time tonight what a pig teammate is.

In the chaos, Steve stuffed a small bottle to Falcon, "You take this kid up a tree, I'll distract him, and you see the right moment in the air and sprinkle this on him."

"Does this work?"

Steve had no time to answer this question, and ran straight towards the werewolf running towards them.

The werewolves were too fast for the captain to reach that speed without a run-up.

He feinted and threw the shield with all his might.

The shield pierced through the night sky and hit the target, with a muffled sound and a howl of a wolf, but the shield bounced back, and then penetrated deeply into the ground.

The werewolf seemed to be completely enraged. The pain in his body made his cry even more horrific, and it made people's eardrums buzz.

A supernatural blue light glowed from the werewolf's body, and his figure continued to grow.The captain could feel a huge force gathering, and the pressure was pressing silently to the surroundings.

Taking advantage of the gap he adjusted, Steve rushed to the shield and pulled it out.

It was too late and then soon, the mysterious blue light gathered by the werewolves at some point came straight to Steve.

The captain immediately put his shield in front of his body, and a burst of unprecedented heaviness made his body numb, and his limbs seemed to be broken.

The shield reflected most of the power, but such power had no effect on the werewolf, but was absorbed back.

A burst of sharp wind knives hit him.

Steve rolled sideways with his shield on, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

This time, he almost came to the edge of the cliff.

The falcon suddenly fell vertically from the sky, which distracted the werewolf's attention a lot.

He descended very fast, and poured the powder in the bottle on the werewolf's head. The werewolf dodged subconsciously, but was caught straight, and the screams resounded through the valley instantly.

Steve took the opportunity to roll a few times and yelled at Falcon, "Get out of here."

As soon as the captain's words fell, the werewolf began to release the power of his body like a madman. The falcon couldn't dodge in time, and directly hit the tree without making a sound.

The falcon hit the tree where Stiles was staying, and the boy on the tree screamed again.

"Didn't you say that this medicine is useful—"

Stiles hugged the tree trunk tightly. The power of the werewolf's outburst was too terrifying. Although he was already experienced in dealing with werewolves, Stiles was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart at this time, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

In fact, this medicine is not only useless, but more like intensifying the mutation speed of werewolves.At this time, Scott has completely transformed into a strong gray wolf, even several times bigger than ordinary wolves.

Both strength and speed are not comparable to when he has no strength.

Steve's shield saved him again, but he was alone on the battlefield.

The Falcon was silent, and Stiles was as good as nothing.

The captain knew that his injury was not clear, and he healed himself without feeling the normal injuries, but this time, he didn't even feel like his body was his own, but the werewolf's attack was so fast that he hardly gave him any consideration Over time, the werewolf's attack speed was faster than any opponent he had ever encountered, and his strength was beyond imagination.

Steve's strength now lies only in his fighting skills.

The opponent is thick-skinned and thick-skinned and will avoid the vital points. Except for the shield that can cause him damage, it is impossible to cause him any damage with bare hands.

Having been injured before, Steve has almost reached his limit.

After a few back and forth, Steve was at a disadvantage everywhere.

Steve tossed the shield again and bought himself a few seconds.

He took out a tube of snake venom neurotoxin from his belt and prepared to try again, but the werewolf's speed was too fast and he still retained human wisdom, so he could only succeed in one blow.

The werewolf's punch had already come before him, and just as Steve was about to take the heavy blow from the werewolf's punch, there was a sudden sound of footsteps on the ground.

Almost at the same time, the werewolf was tumbling to his feet to avoid a shell that was coming straight at him.

A beam of fire flashed across the night sky, and finally disappeared into the woods.