The World is Sick

"It all fell apart in the bath, so I just put it in here..."

Ju Chuan Shizuka stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, but when she saw Yingman Chunxia inspecting these things under a microscope one by one, her originally cute face showed strong interest, and she moved towards it curiously .

"So, you're in the bath..."

Yingman Chunxia was recording the data, and casually asked about the origin of this thing.

"Yeah, I've done it, it feels great, if I can go again sometime, it'll be great..."

Ju Chuan Shizuka nodded hurriedly, her little face flushed with excitement and her eyes were full of longing when she recollected the aftertaste.

Yingman Chunxia slipped his hand, and the tweezers fell on the metal test bench, his face turned black.

Sensing the low air pressure in the room, the female school doctor couldn't help shrinking her neck, hesitated for a moment, and replied cautiously.

"Well, if it's Chunxia sauce, if you don't mind next time, can we go together?"

Yingman Chunxia couldn't help touching her forehead in pain, lying on the table, rolling her eyes at this cute female school doctor.

"Aren't you his personal doctor? Clean up the room in the morning and come back with some samples? I didn't let you sleep with him! Did you know that you were taken advantage of, you idiot!"

Ju Chuan Shizuka's heart tightened first, then she patted her chest with relief.

"It turns out that Xiao Chunxia didn't want to rob me, that's good, that's good..."

"If there are too many people, we won't be able to share..."

Yingman Chunxia was speechless about the brain circuit of her current best friend.

"Well, it's up to you! Tell me about his condition at that time..."

Ju Chuan Shizuka bit her index finger, thought seriously, and finally blushed and gave the answer seriously.

"In short... very brave! And it continues... woo..."

Unable to listen, Yingman Chunxia immediately stretched out her hand to press the lips and teeth of her best friend who was still describing seriously. On the beautiful forehead, the veins popped up, and the teeth were chattering.

"Enough, you moron!"

"What I want is his body temperature, muscles, pupils, blood vessel expansion and contraction and other physiological changes!"

Immediately, Yingman Chunxia, ​​who was impatient with her girlfriends, tore Ju Chuan Shizuka's cheeks, so that this slut who was full of men today, obediently confided the information she wanted.

If it wasn't entrusted by someone to find out the sequelae you left behind in the bed master city, I wouldn't bother with this bastard's life or death!

Yingman Chunxia, ​​who felt that he was much more irritable today, could not help but sigh in pain as he looked at his girlfriend who looked like a nympho beside him.

Chapter 301 Chapter [-] Assassination of the Princess

At night, in a hotel in Los Angeles, where President Benford stayed.

Although the hair is a little gray, the middle-aged man is neatly combed. After wiping his glasses, he sat at his desk in pajamas, flipping through tomorrow's speech.

He didn't pay too much attention to safety issues. After all, the entire floor was basically under martial law by his security team.

What's more, Helena in the corridor stayed close at every step, guarding the door, and would break in as soon as she heard any disturbance.

At this time, just as President Benford thought, a security guard was leaning on a chair and staring at the surveillance screen, watching the movements of the members in the corridor all the time.

However, within three seconds of twisting his neck and looking away from the console, the screen flashed a snowflake, and then returned to normal, as if nothing had changed.

After working for a while, President Benford got up and moved his body, and then opened the curtains.

It was approaching twelve o'clock, and in the night sky outside the glass window, there was light rain pattering down.

If I could hear the sound of the rain and blow the wind, my spirit would be much better, but President Benford just shook his head helplessly and took his hand back.

He vaguely knew that National Security Adviser Simmons and military radicals were very close.

And [S.H.I.E.L.D.], a huge intelligence agency that was originally detached from the outside world and did not care about the military and political circles, gradually showed favor to him due to frequent internal cleansing and the outside world being deeply involved in disputes with mutants.

"The Family", a mysterious organization lurking in the United States, they want to build "big families" that meet their ideals all over the world, and the United States is their chosen "parent".

Coincidentally, according to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation, many of the exposed members of the "family" are military representatives of the radical faction, and they have close ties with security adviser Simmons.

Hope, you don't go astray, Simmons...

President Benford thought for a moment, sighed slightly, and then raised his head again, but the gaze that was cast out of the window suddenly tightened.

Because, the pattering rain in front of him actually slid away from both sides, revealing a clear and transparent outline of the human body, and that "thing" was looking at him quietly through the window.

This is the 37th floor!

President Benford turned pale with fright, and subconsciously shouted, but found that his Adam's apple squirmed a few times, but he couldn't open his lips and teeth.

At the same time, like a marionette, he voluntarily stretched out his hand to open the window. The steel structure outside was corroded and melted by a silver liquid without a sound.

The "thing" gently floated towards the room without any influence of gravity. When the hood on the opposite side was lifted gently, Benford's expression became even more astonished.

Because, he has seen this face before!

In the early morning, at Edwards Air Force Base, three transport planes that received special orders landed slowly.

The two teams of soldiers in black nanocombat uniforms and octopus face masks directly separated the air crew who came for maintenance, and packed the contents inside into boxes of sealed black trucks.

For some reason, the three transport planes and the two teams seemed to have no obvious signs.

However, due to their complete procedures, and the recent Catalina Island incident, the air force was frequently transferred, and the entire base with higher titles was basically drawn out.

Therefore, no one wants to make more troubles. After all, in this country, there are many secrets.

After the two teams of soldiers walked out of the Edwards Air Force Base, they each put on the armbands with the blue and white umbrella logo, and then drove towards the city.

At the same time, in the drainage pipes extending in all directions in Los Angeles, a mass of mercury-like liquid crawled and crawled along the manhole cover and other connected gaps to the dark corners of the ground.

The University of Southern California, also translated as the University of Southern California, is the oldest top private research university on the west coast of the United States, a world-renowned institution of higher learning, located in Los Angeles.

This school with a long history, the School of Film ranks No. 1 in the United States, and the School of Journalism ranks No. 1 in the United States, so its influence in the media is very important.

It is said that the number of Academy Awards won by USC alumni is also the highest in the United States. Steven Spielberg, "Father of Star Wars" George Lucas and other film giants are all alumni of the school.

Of course, the reason why President Benford chose to give a speech at the University of Southern California is probably because of its terrifying media power, hoping to use this as a platform to put pressure on the military and completely shut down [Skynet].

However, this upcoming speech is naturally not just to communicate with students in a pure sense. Business and political figures in Los Angeles, as well as representatives of victims of Catalina Island, are all invited.

Kevin, in a tuxedo, took the arm of the "successful person" Takashiro Yuriko, walked to the auditorium and took a seat.

According to the eyes of the surroundings, compared to the elegant and decent purple-haired wife, the parallel importer of the Commander is probably regarded as a little boy who is kept by a rich woman.

At this time, the couple was sitting next to Tony who came alone, and Captain America Steve and others also arrived one after another.

It's a pity that his Yoroha troops can't pass the case at all because the interior is a metal skeleton, so they can only respond from a long distance.

"Why don't you see Natasha?"

Tony looked around and was a little confused when he found a familiar figure missing.

"I asked her to go back to Washington to help with one thing..."

Kevin waved his hand indifferently, signaling Tony to rest assured, and focused on the empty podium.

"Working? You were very busy last night... I doubt if you can stand up straight now..."

Tony calmed down, raised his electronic watch, checked the time with Kevin, closed one eye, and hummed softly.

Although Takashiro Yuriko who heard the whispers was still sitting upright, the pink color of her skin spread all the way from her neck to her earlobes in an instant.

"This kind of thing, I can't envy you, uncle..."

With a venomous mouth, Kevin did his part. To avoid embarrassment, he forced himself to roll his eyes and yelled at him.

Well, he had to admit that he did feel a little bit ashamed in his heart now.

It's all because of that idiot Ju Chuan Shizuka, who actually pulled Takashiro Yuriko and pushed him back at night...

However, the daily dialogue between the two did not last long. Amid the sparse applause from the students in the front row, the hale and hearty President Benford stepped onto the podium.

At this time, on the roof of the Stark Industrial Building, Hatsune Miku in a black windbreaker, high boots, and a crown hair accessory, carrying a sniper rifle on his shoulder, and his two ponytails changed from light green to light blue.

"Thinking network link complete!"

"The synchronization rate of monitoring equipment in Los Angeles is 100%!"

"The infrared vision enhancement program is on!"

"World Tree, unfold!"

"Self-discipline hunting is in progress! Battlefield suppression is in progress!"

Hatsune Miku set up the sniper rifle, finally bit the lollipop in his mouth, and a piercing smile bloomed.

"Sa, everyone, let's play the assassination game!"

ps: Hatsune Miku's new song "Assassination of the Princess", miku's dress is so handsome, you can watch it on station b, it is highly recommended.

Thanks to the reader @醉听萧鼓588 for the reward, and thanks to the reader @五百年的组织2刀刀.

Speaking of old bugs, five hundred years of attachment, I am completely broken.

Chapter 302 Chapter [-] Miku's First Show

In Los Angeles, on the Ring Expressway, a black convoy moves forward solemnly.

A transparent spherical object the size of a fist flapped its metal wings and flew to the top of the car in the middle. Two laser beams shot out from the eyes of this little thing, melting into the circular hole.

Immediately, it flapped its wings and flew into it. A few seconds later, the encrypted black metal box opened automatically, and the pictures of thousands of neatly arranged blue double helix potions inside were scanned and uploaded one by one by the little thing.

"The cargo is C virus, identification, blue umbrella after reorganization, ready to intercept!"

On the goggles in front of Hatsune Miku's eyes, there was information about the visual connection with that electronic pet, so he raised the corners of his lips and issued an order to the [World Tree] team.

"In the first stage, use traffic signals to divert vehicles and lead them to the outer suburbs..."

At the same time, a soldier who was driving a truck watched the green light in front of him suddenly turn red, cursed and slammed on the brakes, causing the vehicle to shake.

The team leader on the co-pilot suddenly twitched his eyes, slapped the driver, and ordered the soldiers to drive more steadily with a cold face.

The things in the car can't stand the toss. Once it breaks in advance, not only will none of them escape, but it will also make the reconstruction of the "family" come to naught.