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Angela smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, I have practiced it. He looks so scary, so I didn't react. I don't care about ordinary hooligans at all."

Angela bent her arms, wanting to show Zhang Ming her "strength", but no matter how hard she tried, there was still no change on her fair arm.

She smiled awkwardly: "It's been abandoned for too long. I just lifted my leg, and now my leg still feels a little cramp."

It's good that Angela didn't mention it. As soon as she mentioned it, Zhang Ming remembered the passing beauty again.

Suddenly, Angela came over, and in the emerald green eyes hidden behind the glasses, a light called "curiosity" flashed.

"I said so much, how about you?"

She counted Zhang Ming's memories: "A big boy who ran away from home without enough food; a Chinese teenager who knew kung fu; and a killer who wore a bulletproof vest and chased down monsters with real guns... What the hell are you doing? Who is it?"

Zhang Ming thought for a while and gave the answer: "Just treat me as a war correspondent."

Recording interesting events in this dangerous world, editing them into videos and disseminating them, seems to be similar to the work of war reporters.

"I've never heard of any war correspondent who would take the initiative to pick up a gun, so forget it."

Angela shrank back, took a shirt from the closet and draped it over her body, and said to Zhang Ming, "It's almost midnight. Are you hungry? As a thank you gift for saving me, I'll give it to you below..."

A cool evening wind blew, Angela turned her head and found that Zhang Ming had disappeared into the room, only the curtain was blown by the wind.

"What the hell is going on!"

New York is destined to not be able to enjoy the peace tonight. Zhang Ming is flying fast in the air, the power of the individual flying device is turned on to the maximum, the wind blows on Zhang Ming's face, and his skin hurts.

Just a minute ago, while he was enjoying the time alone with Angela, an explosion suddenly sounded from the communication device on his ear.

Followed by Tony's foul language.

"Military! It's General Ross's man!"

"They're crazy. In order to catch the Hulk, they broke my protective wall!"

"Bronski is hitting the perimeter, and I have to stop him—"

This was Tony's last sentence, followed by a dull thud, Zhang Ming could even imagine that picture:

The protective wall shattered under a military grenade, Abomination burst through the shoreline, and Tony tried to stop him, only to be punched in the body by Abomination...

"Tony! Are you still alive?"

Zhang Ming shouted in the communication channel.

There is no reply.

Chapter 43 Hulk expresses his pride

Chaotic, noisy, extravagant.

The lights flickered constantly, and the girls swayed emotionally on the dance floor to electronic music.

Tony raised his glass, his mouth widened, and he seemed to be laughing and crying.

He opened his arms, lay on the sofa, and poured a glass of wine down his throat. He narrowed his eyes and felt that he had never felt so comfortable before, so he just wanted to sleep like this...

"To...Tony...Quick..."

There were intermittent calls in my ears, like a bad radio.

Radio, haha, Tony can't remember the last time he saw something like that, in the last century?

"Tony! Quick..."

Who is it?

Tony looked around, except for the dance floor in front of him, the rest of the surroundings seemed to be covered with a layer of black veil, foggy and dark, as if there were tall and thin figures shaking, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Tony, are you still alive! Wake up..."

A figure rushed out of the darkness, grabbed Tony by the shoulders, and shouted loudly.

stop fighting!

Tony took a sip of wine in dissatisfaction, and was about to ask the security guard to pull this troublesome guy out, when suddenly there was a disgusting saltiness in his mouth!

The original mellow wine was actually covered with moss, and countless small green fish wandered in the wine glass.

Thinking of what he drank just now, Tony grabbed his neck, the dynamic music was pulled away, and the girl on the dance floor turned into sand. Tony felt the world spinning, and he turned over from the sofa——

"vomit……"

Turning over, the whole world has changed. It is no longer a soft sofa, but a dirty beach. The waves are still hitting him, like a slap from an ex-girlfriend. Tony's face.

He took off his helmet and laboriously crawled a few meters to get rid of the sea water.

"Tony! Still alive?"

Zhang Ming's voice kept repeating in the communication channel, Tony spat, and the salty feeling of the sea water never dissipated.

"Stop shouting, I'm not dead yet."

"How are you?"

Tony glanced down and said, "All limbs are healthy, and there is no disability. I want a bottle of mouthwash right now."

"Mouthwash?"