Marvel – Immortal Path

Exhale, breathe in.

The gasp sounded a little dull in the isolation mask. Hawkeye slightly adjusted the position of the flashlight hanging on his shoulder to make the steps ahead look clearer.

azure black completely covers the stairs, and the moss-like strains wrap the glass windows, like a curtain that has not been taken care of for a long time.

The soles of the feet wrapped in the high-strength fiber layer armor stepped on the fungus blanket, and a soft touch came from under the feet, and the sound of "creak creak" came from time to time, like stepping on a piece of ice water. Like a sponge.

"The liquid oozing from the fungus blanket should be the culture medium used to cultivate various pathogens."

The calm voice of Li Ang came through the communication headset, "Be careful not to step on too hard. The strength of your lining isolation suit is not as exaggerated as expected. If you accidentally contaminate your skin, it will end up very ugly."

Captain America nodded, the beam of the flashlight Sweeping through the dust in the air, "understand."

The entire group continued to climb up the stairs, climbing the gloomy stairs of all black, no daylight.

Thousands of steps are not difficult for these transcenders. Iron Man even spares no effort to lift the collar of Professor Bruce Banner, the worst professor of physique, and take him slowly and low altitude flight.

They passed by the Philippine journalists and newspapers on the Tenth Layer, the World Cultural Heritage Foundation on the 24th floor, the Human Rights Watch on the 34th floor, the Boy Scouts on the 43rd floor, and the Great New York Parliament. The 1860 steps reached the highest level of the observation deck.

Here is the place where the strain tree grows, and the end of this trip.

"I never thought I would watch the Empire State Building from someone else’s perspective."

Li Ang used the images transmitted back by Avengers to enjoy the sparsely lit night view of New York City. Laughed casually.

The whole city is hidden in the night, dense helicopters are constantly flying to and from the urban areas, and soldiers wearing full armors sit on armored vehicles to patrol the streets, struggling to maintain order.

Some of the more wild Queens youngsters (mostly dark-skinned), wearing brand-name sneakers, wearing a newly snatched gold necklace around their necks, wandering in the street in an ownerless luxury car, The golden pistol blasted to the sky, and the gunshot was drowned in the black rap music in the loudspeaker.

A group of otaku wearing hood shirts roared and walked down the street with steel pipes, smashed windows, and snatched expensive electronics from the inside.

A PS4, NintendoSwitch, SLR camera, tablet computer, and LCD screen are stacked in the supermarket car.

These obese or lean otakus have no guts to do too many atrocities. In this chaotic environment, grabbing some bauble is already the biggest feat.

Fortunately, they are not currently the main group that the federal government wants to target.

In the follow-up experiments, the plague spores proved unable to survive in seawater, and transmission in the air also has great limitations.

This means that as long as the cross-sea bridges in various urban areas of New York are controlled and the infected New York City residents are prevented from leaving the country, there is a high probability that the plague will be sealed on the isolated island and hug others People who have not yet been infected.

This is a necessary sacrifice.

There were countless gunship helicopters hovering over New York, and the dark gun barrels looked down.

"We, we have been abandoned!"

A fanatical Brazilian man ran on the street, yelling, "The Federation has blocked all Internet communications. They want to throw us here and wait to die!"

This Brazilian man has extremely dazzling bronze skin, a red turban on his head, and a strong, muscular upper body exposed in the wind, his waist The Star-Spangled Banner pants were extremely dazzling.

The man did not say his name, but stood in the middle of the road and shouted loudly.

Many people poked their heads out of the apartment, and many of them hesitated.

"What are you waiting for? Haven't you guys played "Resident Evil" before? The federal government in there has eliminated Raccoon City without the slightest hesitation!"

The Brazilian man roared hoarsely: "If you still want to live, come with me and hit the bridge!"

He stepped forward.

The star-striped pants fluttering in the wind, with mottled stars inlaid on them, symbolizing the great spirit of America——

free!

Soon, behind this bronze-skinned man, a large group of raucous crowds have gathered and rushed towards the bridge.

Suddenly, the searchlight lantern of a helicopter descending from the sky covered him, and the barrel of the dark revolver turned silently.

"Back, back!"

The American soldier on the helicopter roared: "Keep calm, the Federation has not abandoned you. The rescue will be here soon."

"Liar!"

The man as the temporary leader holds a wine bottle in his hand, and the bottle is stuffed with a thin strip of cloth.

He stood provocatively in front of the bridge, pointed his middle finger at the center of the bridge, and those New York Police who held the blast shield slowly took out the lighter.

At this moment, he symbolizes freedom.

The revolver machine gun slowly turned, the fire was sprayed out, the ferocious bullet chain licked off the man's calf, and as the machine gun operator's palm trembled, the bullet chain continued to rise.

Suddenly, the soldier manipulating the machine gun suddenly realized that his fingers could not move, as if he had lost consciousness, he watched oneself take his palm away.

Even so, the Brazilian man on the ground has fallen to the ground, his thighs are all broken, the meat splashed on the ground, and the Stars and Stripes pants are dyed red.

His screams were drowned in the screams of the people behind, and the panic-controlled citizens fled in all directions, and they were about to step on each other to form a cup.

The crowd suddenly freezes.

Everyone froze in place, and time seemed to freeze in this second.

The bald old man, or Professor Charles, the chairman of the academy city coordinator, arrives slowly on board the Falcon fighter.

He pressed the palm of his hand to his head to release his mind-manipulation ability and prevent the further deterioration of the form.

The Falcon fighter was parked on the side of the bridge, and a group of Mutants wearing black uniforms and gas masks walked out of the fighter, including but not limited to Wolverine, Laser Eye, wild beast Hank, Jean Grey and the others,

In addition, some of these people also have slightly immature faces, and they are obviously students from the school city.

Nick Fury raised his eyebrows, turned his head and said to the Chinese youth on one side: "Mr. Li Ang, what's the matter?"

"Uh, you ask me?"

Li Ang spread his hands and said with a smile: "I'm just an insignificant director of the Academy Urban Coordinating Council, and I am not familiar with Professor Charles. I don't know what he is going to do. "

Director Fury is coldly snorted, and said nothing, after all, the current situation is very bad, and it would be better to get as much power as possible.

Professor Charles, who is still in a wheelchair, told Jean Grey nodded. The latter took out a syringe from the medical kit and injected the liquid in the syringe into the paralyzed Brazilian on the ground man.

Naked eye can be seen, the section of his thigh healed rapidly, and a layer of blood scab was attached, but if he wants to regain his legs, I’m afraid the hope is slim-the artificial organ transplant operation of the meme company The price is really high.

And Professor Charles has no time to take care of this ordinary person. He took a deep breath and stared in the direction of the Empire State Building.

This war, Mutants should also play.

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