Marvel: Start with Hydra

How many people are watching?

The data in this book has hardly changed. If I hadn’t been throwing flowers every day, I didn’t feel like it had increased much, which made me couldn’t help but hear the situation of the previous book.

The same is true for the last book. The data does not move much. Until it is on the shelves, the V collection is less than [-].

I thought to myself that maybe the subscription ratio would be higher, so I could write.

As a result, there were only a few dozen subscriptions on the day of the launch.

The daily income is only a dozen or twenty dollars, so I have to cut it off ruthlessly.

I only hope now that this book doesn't go down the same path as the book, it's really too bad, and the blow to self-confidence is really super serious.

I threw one, and I could stand up again. I even threw two, and I didn't know how to write the third.

If people are still reading this book and feel that this book is still in line with their taste, I hope they can throw in some flowers or something, otherwise they will not be able to see the data moving at all, it is really uncomfortable, and there is no motivation.

I really don't want to cut two books at a time, I don't want to cut one if I can.

But in order to live, there is really no way.

Hey. *

Chapter [-]: Heat Ray Awakening [Two thousand flowers plus more]

"Forget it, it's useless to think so much now."

After standing in place and thinking for a while, Clark gave up this waste of brain cells.

There is really limited information available.

Thinking alone, may just keep deviating from the truth.

Instead, take action.

But he heard that Carol and Fury were about to run away.

"By the way, what about that Primordial Devouring Beast?"

Clark looked around.

not found.

"Maybe run with Carol."

After all, old acquaintances.

Speaking of which, this Primordial Devourer is also interesting.

After Marwell's death, he had been at the air base for about six years.

Haven't eaten anyone in six years?

So kind to humans?

But why did Fury get blinded in the eyes?

Clark didn't think that Fury at that time was changed by the Skrulls, after all, it didn't make sense.

Is it really just because it's not standard to play cats?

Or, eating a few Kree people in the front caused the fierceness to break out?

......

......

In the hangar, a jet plane is taking off.

Behind was a group of chasing soldiers, but how could they catch up with their plane on two legs.

He could only watch angrily as he walked away.

boom!

Status shakes.

A figure jumped directly from the platform above.

"Any of you can fly a plane?" Clark asked the soldiers in front of him.

No one answered.

Someone else shot him.

Clark was a little annoyed.

I'm asking you guys out loud!

Snapped!

There is a mosaic oil painting on the far wall.

"I'll ask again, does anyone fly a plane?" Clark repeated.

No one was shooting, everyone was running.

Clark shook his head.

feeling bad.

He caught up with a soldier behind and grabbed him.

"You can fly a plane?"

The soldiers cried out in fright.

Clark was impatient and slammed him directly against the wall.

He grabbed another one and repeated the question just now.

This time it was finally a little calmer.

Hearing Clark's question, he nodded again and again, for fear that he would become the third oil painting.

"Look, it's better to answer the question well, relax, I don't eat people."

Clark put the other down and arranged his clothes for him, with a kind smile on his face.

But the other party was still shivering with fright, and he couldn't even speak.

"Come on, find one you like."

The soldier nodded again and again, quickly found a plane, and climbed into the cockpit.

Clark sat in the co-pilot.

"Go, keep up with the plane running ahead." Clark looked at him with a smile, "You should be able to keep up, right?"

The soldier nodded quickly.

"Yes, there are positioning devices on it."

"Then you're not leaving yet?"

Clark stared.

The soldiers panicked for a while, and finally started the plane.

At this time, the sun shines on Clark's body through the windshield, it is warm, and all the cells in his body are breathing, as if cheering.

Clark felt his eyes warm a little.

He reached out and touched it.

"So fast?"

he thought.

I thought it would take ten days and a half.

I think it's because of the previous addition.

The unlocking degree increased by a few tenths, and it really changed.

"Open the rear compartment." Clark ordered to the soldier.

The soldier nodded, immediately operated, and opened the rear hatch of the plane.

The plane that just took off is not fast.

Clark stood by the rear hatch, looking down at the mountain below.

The crimson light on his eyes continued to gather, and after a few seconds of preparation, two thumb-sized heat rays were released from his eyes.

The ray swept across, cutting across the mountain below.

There was a loud rumbling sound, and the entire mountain was collapsing.

After ten seconds.

The crimson light in Clark's eyes disappeared, and he felt a little tiredness in his body, but when the sun shone, this tiredness was instantly swept away.

"Okay, close the hatch."

Clark went back to the co-pilot and sat down.

The soldier in the main driver's face turned pale, and beads of sweat fell from his cheeks one by one.

Hearing Clark's order, he hurriedly closed the hatch.

"Don't be nervous, as long as you are obedient, I won't hurt you." Clark reached out and pressed the soldier's shoulder, feeling the other's body tense in an instant, he smiled and looked kind.

The soldier nodded with a dry smile.

Don't dare to ask if this is true, or is he just lying to him?

He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to be buried alive.

So he could only believe what Clark said.