[Comprehensive British and American] After swapping bodies with the villain

The bald man looked at Xi Ouluo tremblingly: "We, what should we do now?"

Xi Ouluo rolled his eyes helplessly in his heart: "Of course I ran away, why don't I stay here and wait to die?"

When the two of them were talking, the researchers behind them in biochemical isolation suits had already reacted, they scattered and ran towards the safe passage.

With a bald head, Xi Ouluo ran a few steps behind them, and suddenly remembered something, "You said the results of the secondary blood test came out this morning?"

The bald man was already stuck, he just moved his head up and down in a trance.

"You go first," Xi Ouluo thought for two seconds, "I'll get the test results."

The bald man stared round his eyes: "You don't want to die?!"

Xi Ouluo waved his hand: "Experience tells me that you can't sit still when you encounter something. This explosion is definitely related to the explosion of our animal test body. I have to find out the reason."

The bald head looked back at him reluctantly, "You are a good and dedicated boss, but running for your life is more important at this time."

After finishing speaking, a bald head disappeared from Xi'ouluo's sight.

Although the research institute is small in scale, its buildings and equipment are all invested by Stark. Not only are its functions top-notch, but its explosion-proof capabilities are also top-notch.Although it was rickety and caught fire everywhere, the building made of special polyethylene material did not fall apart.

Xi Ouluo was familiar with the terrain, wearing a chemical protective suit and a mask, avoiding burnt metal instruments and thick smoke, and successfully reached the B39 area where the blood testing equipment was placed.

Yet someone had arrived at this place earlier than him.

The man was wearing a straight black suit, and his height seemed to be close to 1.9 meters. He had a small submachine gun hanging on his arm, and he was beating on the huge instrument in a daze, and knocking on the console from time to time. on complex buttons.

He also wears a headset and mumbles into it like a S.H.I.E.L.D. field agent.

Looks like a crappy dumb thief.

There were explosions all around, and the sound of Siouluo's approaching footsteps was perfectly covered.

He picked up a small coffee machine not far from the door, walked slowly on tiptoe, and slammed it on the head of that stupid thief.

The other party fell down in response, like a rotten carrot that had been boiled in water, and his head fell to the ground.

Siouluo put down the coffee machine and breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that I have to thank Mr. Rumlow for his memory."

He easily pressed a few glowing buttons on the console, and the huge thing opposite opened silently, revealing the delicate metal structure inside.

Xi Ouluo took out the blood test results together with the samples.

Just when he was about to leave in peace, a figure approached from behind him. Mr. Stupid Mr. Thieves, who had just been knocked unconscious by him, smiled from behind, "Thank you for helping me get this thing."

His voice was a little hoarse, and the chuckle echoed in his ears, which sounded particularly affectionate.

Xi Ouluo wanted to run subconsciously, but he was surrounded by the long arms of the other party, and the things in his pockets were also quietly walked away. When he looked up again, he had already walked away with the things he wanted.

Looking at the other party's sly figure and the iconic suit, Xi Ouluo suddenly realized: "Are you the man in the New York suit?"

Being called this weird nickname again during a mission, Mr. Reaser was very helpless. He shrugged his shoulders, and with some helplessness in his gray-blue charming eyes, he replied in a low voice: "Well, that's it."

Sioro: "Why did you blow up my lab?"

Riise shook his head: "I didn't fry it."

"Then why are you here?"

Riise pulled him towards him, bent over to avoid the thick smoke: "Let's go first, if you don't go, it will be too late."

The fire is burning hotter and hotter, the surrounding temperature rises suddenly, and the tongue of flame not far away is looming, and it is crawling here.

Forced by the situation, Siouluo had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, and obediently followed Mr. Riise to leave.

And when they came out of the secret safety passage on the side, the police car with "NYPD" printed on it had already surrounded the outside, and his bald deputy chief was sitting in the ambulance, covered with a fluffy blanket and shaking Stop, looking overly frightened.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Riise blended into the crowd, turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Sioro and smiled, and then disappeared without a trace.

Xi Ouluo, who only had time to catch a corner of his clothes with his eyes: "..."

He first walked around outside to make sure that his colleagues had escaped safely, then he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the address book, and broadcast the familiar number.

It was not his patron father, Mr. Stark, who answered the phone, but a man with a nice British accent, "Good morning, Dr. Weissman, Mr. Stark is inconvenient to answer the phone right now. You can come back in an hour." Dial or choose to leave a message."

Xi Ouluo tentatively cautiously said: "Can I ask what he is doing?"

"Sorry, I can't disclose Mr. Stark's privacy."

Siouluo thought for a while and decided to tell Tony about the matter in time.

"Then please tell Mr. Stark that the research institute he invested in was bombed and important information was stolen."

The man with an elegant and gentle accent was not surprised at first when he heard the news. He just said calmly: "Okay, Mr. Weissman, I will tell you the full story, and please be careful."

Xi Ouluo then hung up the phone and sighed at the embarrassment in front of him.

As the head of the research institute, he was surrounded by journalists and police who wanted to know the situation, and was drowned in the black long/gun short/cannon and the sea of ​​people.

Just when he was stuffed into the car by a black female police detective and was about to be sent back to the police station for questioning, a rich man who loved the color scheme of tomato scrambled eggs fell from the sky again.

The deep voice processed by the battle armor passed through the sea of ​​people, and blew a playful whistle.

"I think I'm entitled to take my researcher."

Xi Ouluo climbed out of the police car and looked up at Iron Man in the sky.

I saw his toes hanging down to the ground, his hands raised slightly beside his legs, and there was an indescribable girlishness in his handsomeness.

"Come here," Tony grabbed Sioro by the collar, and flew him up in full view, "explain what happened today and who bombed my research institute. You know, I let you go because of you." the pigeons of the Brazilian supermodel."

Siouluo hugged Tony's arm calmly for balance, "It's not for me, but for your own investment. And, it's all about the man in the New York suit, we have to find him."

Tony's disgusted voice muffled in the mask: "This is really a bad code name."

The author has something to say:

Reese, nicknamed New York Suit and Scalpel.Former CIA retired agent, tall and long legs can flirt and own a dog, from POI, a super good-looking American drama.

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