Son of Marvel’s God

Chapter 1168

One night passed.

The whole rebel army was fried.

Mark successfully returned with a vote of federal officers, which surprised the entire rebel army.

I didn't expect Mark's strength to be so terrifying.

Originally their expectation was Mark, and killing a few people was almost the same. It would be better if you could kill the officer.

However, he never expected that Mark would directly connect with the senior management. It's all right now, at least I have to wait a few more days.

Without the command of an officer, the war would not be fought at all. It was a mess, hoping to have much combat effectiveness.

A random charge will ruin the entire army in the shortest time.

If the insurgents had doubts about Mark before, now there is no doubt a little bit.

Mark has proved everything with his actual actions.

An officer might be a scene, but so many officers have been sacrificed just to wipe out their stinky fish and shrimps? The insurgents themselves did not believe it.

When will the Federation use these important officers as consumables?

Even though the testing machine is very important, it is definitely not so important. The Federation itself now has quite a few test machines, which can be sent to the battlefield for experiments at any time. There is no shortage of data at all, and there is no need to waste time here.

The city is still operating as usual, and the arrival of the rebel army only replaced the original manager of the city.

For ordinary people, it's the same when they come. They all want to eat and live.

Mark received a large bonus and found a decent restaurant for a meal.

But it is precisely because of such a meal that Mark feels that the people living in this city are hard and difficult.

Even if they knew that there were armed rebels outside, they still chose to continue working, risking their lives just to make money.

The waiter said that his salary is only about 20 an hour, but it costs more than 100 to eat a meal in this kind of general restaurant.

Mark can swear that he doesn't eat too much, it can only be regarded as an average appetite.

At this time, Mark understood that these people are willing to go to work because they are forced by life.

Even if you only need half the money to make your own food, it is not an easy task for people who have to satisfy three meals a day.

Return to the building of the rebel army.

A luxury car was parked downstairs in the building, and Mark was sure that there was no such car here when he left.

The reason why it is judged to be a luxury car is entirely because of the heavy car and the bodyguards around it.

If it wasn't for a luxury car driven by a rich or powerful person, Mark would dare to write his name upside down.

Just as Mark was about to enter the building, he was stopped by a few guys like bodyguards.

"No entry here!" The bodyguard said to Mark.

In Mark's mind, several memory fragments flashed by, luxury cars, beauties, banquets, parties, and melee.

"Go away!" Mark said to the bodyguard.

The bodyguard seemed to think that Mark was provoking them, and one by one he took out his guns.

Mark held his forehead, endured the nausea, looked at these guys with guns out.

An invisible shock wave swept all around, just like those officers before, no matter how hard the bodyguards struggled, his body didn't seem to belong to him.

But this time is different from before. Mark feels that his brain may explode at any time, and the psychic power he controls has increased a bit.

Afterwards, bunches of blood blossoms appeared around!

The glass of the building was not spared, and finally shattered under the pressure of Mark's psychic energy.

The surrounding passers-by had already evacuated as soon as the conflict started, and now only a corpse is left here.

In the building, the incident of the convoy being attacked was quickly put through.

And the old man sitting in the conference hall was talking with the middle-aged man of the rebel army.

"It looks like an uninvited guest is here!" The old man stood up and said.

The middle-aged man stood up and asked, "What's the matter?"

Now is a very important time. At this time, there are still people rushing to make trouble on their own territory, and they really think they are not dying fast enough!

Several subordinates immediately asked what was going on.

But just after they came back, they all had a bitter expression on their faces.

"What's the matter?" the middle-aged man asked while looking at his subordinates who had returned.

"It's Mark! He killed all the bodyguards. Now, no one can approach him below. There seems to be another protective cover around him." The subordinate said.

"You better give me a reasonable explanation, Mok. What the **** is going on?"

"Angus, I can assure you that all this is in our plan. The officers we caught yesterday are now making trouble downstairs. This person caught him. He is a very potential person. , With all due respect, the bodyguards you died are not worth mentioning. As long as we can use them reasonably, we can do many things that we have never imagined!" said the middle-aged man, the leader of the rebel army, Mok.

Angus also began to have a strong curiosity about the mysterious and unpredictable Mark.

The original killing intent disappeared.

Angus said to Mok, "It seems I have to wait a little longer today."

"Your waiting is definitely worth the money." Mok said vowedly.

"I hope so!" Angus knocked on Erlang's leg and lay back, lying directly on the leather sofa.

After ten minutes, Mark's runaway state gradually subsided.

Many memories are integrated into Mark's mind, but these memories are really messy.

Fragmented memories must be sorted out by the parties themselves. Mark is now in the process, and he is also digesting the information these memories bring to him.

For example, I used to be a rich man, rich enough to be rich in a country, and some small countries are not rich by themselves!

There is also that I am not alone at all, I have a very happy family, and even my own children and two daughters.

But I just can't remember their names, nor where they are!

"Damn it! Can't you remember more things?" Mark hit directly on the floor with a punch, and Mark punched a clear hole in the floor.

The psychic rage subsided, and the surrounding rebel soldiers dared to come closer and clean.

Mork and Jerry slowly approached here with the three Angus, Mark raised his head and looked at the three people coming on the ground, and slowly stood up.

Angus looked at Mark like a treasure, his eyes full of enthusiasm.

Mark was a little horrified by that look, and that guy's eyes were really uncomfortable.

"Sure enough... the trash in the south has been chasing, this powerful warrior is right in front of my eyes! Hahaha! It's great, it really is God!" Angus said excitedly.

He doesn't care about the death of his subordinates at all. For such hired bodyguards, he can hire another batch at any time, but the Mark in front of him is different. This is a talent that cannot be met.

As a federal senator and a nobleman, Angus knows many things that are unknown.

The Mark in front of him is part of the unknown.

"Mark, right! Would you like to join me?" Angus took the initiative to throw an olive branch, he didn't care about the two rebels next to him.

Although the faces of the two men were quite ugly, and they didn't want Mark to join in, they were also restricted by others and couldn't tell.

If they say it, then the resources they can get are gone.

"Who are you? Why do you want me to join you?" Mark looked at the arrogant man in front of him, unconsciously a little disgusted.

This kind of self-righteous guy is the most annoying!

"I am Angus Mengsk, a federal senator, and I am also a supporter of the rebel army." Angus does not think that the Union now has the strength to release such a perfect soldier, just to assassinate himself. .

If there is a federation, it is estimated that it will be provided there as a baby, so that it can effectively control this special energy and achieve its goals. This is not something that ordinary people can do.

Angus wants to recruit this fighter as much as possible and show all his advantages, just to attract Mark.

"A federal senator? He is actually a supporter of the rebel army? It's really funny! But what does this have to do with me?"

Mark, who has awakened part of his memory, is no longer the poor little one who lost his memory.

The way of thinking about problems and ideas have also approached the past.

Even if it's a federal senator or a backing supporter behind the rebel army, what does it have to do with yourself?

None of these so-called conditions can impress me.

Even if the Federation throws the olive branch personally, Mark needs to think a little bit.

"Don't you understand that as long as you follow me, your abilities can be greatly developed, and you have what you want!"

"The price is that I become your tool weapon and achieve the result you want. Isn't it?" Mark sneered after speaking, and the arc in that smile couldn't be more obvious.

Both Mork and Jerry controlled themselves consciously, trying not to laugh as much as possible.

Unexpectedly, Angus, who personally pulled down his face and actively invited, would be rejected.

Angus is also an old fox, and he is not sad because of Mark's refusal. On the contrary, he has regarded Mark as his prey.

Catching prey is not a simple matter!

track!

Understand habits!

Then weave a big trap!

These all take time.

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