The correct way to attack the villain

The two two-person teams that had nothing to do with each other, at least on the surface, tacitly became a four-person team at this moment.

So for the next 10 minutes, a two-meter-high lump of hard mud, holding two mutants and a Killer Moth flopping in mid-air while sprinkling pink fairy powder, was active in every corner of the Lex Research Institute. Corridor corner.

The kind that were chased away by hundreds of soldiers with guns raised.

He obviously had the most perfect plan and was about to succeed, but because these two sudden variables disrupted all the steps, Song Mo's emotions were broken, especially since he couldn't say anything, because he had to keep his mouth open to direct them— —

"Go to the left, break open the door of that laboratory!"

Relying on his tall stature, Muddy Face, whose ground trembled every time he took a step, immediately raised his left hand and slammed open the heavy door, but forgot that there was a mutant in the creaking hole on his left.

Scott couldn't even scream, and fell face down on the ground with a dull bang.

"Feel sorry."

Mudface picked up Cyclops as if picking up a small object that had fallen on the ground, rubbed it against the hard mud and stones all over his body, and even stretched his neck to blow the dust off Scott's clothes. .

Scott: "..."

The sound of uniform footsteps came from behind again, and the group of soldiers appeared around the corner. They raised their guns and started shooting forward without hesitation.

What's it like to be caught under the arm and face a hail of bullets with your ass?

The dense and hot ballistic trajectory grazed the trouser leg, the fabric was scratched, and the bullet left a bright red mark against the skin, and then hit the face directly, hitting the bull's-eye.

A scream.

Of course, it wasn't Song Mo who was shot.

It's a killer moth.

Scott looked up and looked at the bullet hole in the center of Killer Moth's buttocks under the tight fairy clothes, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and suddenly felt that the soreness from his nose hitting the ground just now strangely disappeared.

"Go forward, go straight, and then turn right." Song Mo resisted the discomfort of being nauseated, and looked at the smart screen in front of him, "Go to the heart of Lex's underground cage!"

Mudface followed the designated route given by Song Mo. When they turned the last corner, they faced a 50-meter corridor and a metal wall at the end of the corridor.

"It's a dead end!" Mudface yelled as he ran towards the dead end.

"Smash it and rush through it."

Song Mo said, and when Muddy was about to reach out, he added, "Use your left hand!"

Scott: "..."

Although his head is stubborn, at least Mudface is professional in rampage. The fist of his left hand turned into a huge ball covered with spikes in an instant. Mudface stretched out his hand and shook it hard. The sound of shattering was accompanied by the thud of Scott falling to the ground again, and the dead end suddenly became clear.

Lex's subterranean cage heart.

It was so empty that there was nothing there, but it was nearly half a mile long and 30 meters high. At the end of the space was a lonely door.

"From here, let's pray for our own good luck."

The first step Muddy stepped into the space, Song Mo casually crushed the capsule Zhinao in his hand and threw it away.

Trask's global monitoring won't do anything in this category, because—

"This is absolute, Lex Luthor's sphere of influence."

Killer Moth, who was flying in an awkward posture while clutching the gunshot wound on his buttocks in mid-air, interjected, "Actually, I've always been lucky?"

Mudface, who never stopped from the beginning to the end: "Mine is not bad either."

Then reality slapped both of them hard.

When they ran to the center of the confined space, opposite them, two familiar figures appeared at the end of the door.

Together with them, more than 100 Arkham police officers drove them out of half of Arkham.

Song Mo thought that the most unlucky time in his life was when he first arrived at Gotham Wharf and was chased by dogs for three streets for a piece of black bread. Only now did he realize that there is no lower limit to such things as bad luck.

When bad luck and pig teammates plus pig opponents, you can always find these words-avoid pits and fall into wells, bad luck, be good when fate is bad, and.

gameover.

Those who felt the same way were those two Abyss Academy elites who were turned into dogs.

Harry Osborn and Helmut Zemo.

No one can know that they are performing their mission wholeheartedly. Even after they have invaded the Arkham core console, it only takes a few minutes to decipher their core data and then cut off the power supply of the entire Arkham, and the detainees will find them. The way to escape from Arkham, when their mission to liberate Arkham was successful.

What an experience the Arkham sirens go off.

The moment the alarm rang, the two elite students were stunned, because they were [-]% sure that they hadn't triggered any alarms, their plan was perfect, there were no mistakes, and bad luck was just bad luck.

When the guards go to the source of the alarm, the core control room is the only way to go.

So they became the targets of the police officers rounding up, walked into an elevator in a panic, and fled to this space.

He brought a group of ferocious Arkham pursuers behind him, and had a friendly face-to-face meeting with Song Mo who also brought a group of Lex pursuers.

It was impossible for them to stop and turn around and run back, so they could only continue to run forward. Soon, the six people gathered together tacitly at that moment.

"Think of something!" Zemo yelled anxiously as he watched the police officers approaching a little bit.

"How, how, how—"

Song Mo looked at the densely packed pursuers at both ends, Bangya was missing, and his ability was invalid, his mentality exploded at this moment.

He stretched out his hand and punched Muddy Face hard: "Bastard!"

Muddy face felt aggrieved and scratched the place where it felt like itching after being beaten.

There is nothing more crisp than the sound of pulling a trigger in a fully enclosed space.

"Arkham Guard First Squad, targetlocked—"

"Lex Patrol Self-Defense Force, targeting—"

Two commands from different voices sounded at the same time.

Song Mo closed his eyes.

"Smash it under your feet! Muddy face!"

"—fire."

After the order, the bullets shot out of the muzzle and gathered into an airtight net, targeting the intruders in the middle and the strangers opposite them, but one could tell by the signs that they were the enemy's armed forces.

The metal floor was smashed open, and a puff of smoke that should not have been emitted from the shattered metal began to spread, mixed with the flames produced by the collision of the bullets and the screams of the soldiers who were hit.

The first round of fire attacks ended, and the surroundings fell into a brief silence.

The smoke and shrapnel dissipated completely, and the kneeling police officers and soldiers slowly straightened up, surrounded by the corpses of their comrades who had lost their vital signs instantly after being hit by the opponent's bullet.

And in the center, except for the clean and new metal floor, there is no one there.

Lex's latest technology, a kind of active metal that can use special energy for self-healing, can recover ten seconds after being destroyed, and is stronger than before.

All traces of the six intruders disappeared.

The two commanders who were hiding behind their subordinates cursed at the same time.

"Damn it!"