The Hardest Bone Will Eventually Feed Wang

"It's kind of like, then what? You mean get a bigger torpedo and blow them out?"

Nightingale said indifferently.

"I said before that torpedoes are useless, but there is one thing that can fry fish."

"what? What?"

Ah Fu asked with bright eyes like a curious cat.

"Red envelope."

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PS: The third shift has caught up, and the foreshadowing is almost buried.You can almost BOOM.

89. Bad Situation

"Captain Steve, you can't get out of bed yet. Your injury is too serious. You need to rest after emergency treatment, and lie down for at least ten days."

"I'm fine! Just give me a bottle of salt water."

His eyes were taken back from the heavily guarded barbed wire and patrol posts outside the window. Captain America, or Steve Rogers, got up from the bed while the nurse was not paying attention, which made the little nurse who stepped into the military base for the first time extremely nervous. .

But watching him skillfully remove the bandage in front of the mirror, the huge chest muscles that had just grown pink and tender skin made the little nurse blush and be at a loss.

"I said I'm fine, I'm not a normal human being, you see, the wound is not basically healed."

Steve Rogers, with his toned muscles on his upper body naked, smiled to prove that he was all right, showing his brilliant white teeth and even motioning for the little nurse to touch it.

This little Hispanic nurse touched her huge breast muscles that were full of male hormones with her fingers, and her face was crimson and intoxicated, as if she was stuck with glue.

"Yo, it looks like our captain is fully recovered."

At this time, a slightly fat black officer knocked on the door of the ward that had been opened and laughed, and the little nurse just woke up like a dream, and hurriedly took the case out.

"Yes, Major General Filins, I don't think I'm made to lie in bed. That's worse than being hurt."

Steve Rogers stood at attention and saluted, speaking like a soldier.

"You don't have to call me sir, just call me Filins, captain, I grew up listening to your stories, and calling me sir makes me feel older than you. I was going to ask you for an autograph, but It looks like the timing is a bit off."

With a mocking smile, he stuck his head out of the ward and whistled at the little nurse's back.

"I'm sorry, even though she's a nice girl, I don't think I can give her what she wants, I'm just a [-]-year-old old man who just wants to spend the rest of his time doing something for the people of my country. "

Steve Rogers looked serious.

"If I was almost a hundred years old and still had your figure, I would definitely change a woman every day."

The black major general smiled and hammered the huge chest muscles, causing his hands to hurt.

"You're not just here to envy my figure, but seriously, how's your investigation going?"

"Well, it's a bit frowning, but you also know that the hurricane you crossed that day inexplicably erased a lot of data, resulting in only a few key nodes being monitored and restored now. There are not many data at present, including clothing stores, restaurants, banks, and automobiles. The hotel has a record of her presence, but she didn't do anything inappropriate, swaggering like a normal person."

"There's no ordinary person who can be slapped by me several times and be fine. By the way, what about the rapist Calder I went to interrogate."

"Don't worry, he's fine. He said he was questioned by the woman's companion, and left without doing anything to him. He asked where he was injured, whether he saw the attacker, and the surrounding area during the attack. The change."

"that's it?"

Just to ask such a few questions, you beat Captain America into a bed all day with injuries?

Steve Rogers felt particularly wronged, because if he communicated well, he might have let them know the answer.

"At present, I have photographed two detectives following them. Do you know what kind of fantasy works they are? Do you want to arrest them?"

"Let's follow and don't startle the snake. I think although they have their own goals, they are not necessarily evil, otherwise I would have died in the hospital."

Steve Rogers mused.

He wasn't blind, so he saw the woman picking up the thermometer and dexterously avoiding the patient without knocking over anything, which made him think that this should be an object that could be won, perhaps this transmigrator was also trying to find out the information Find out where you are, as you were when you first appeared.

But not all traversers are good people.

"Apart from these few people, are there any strange people or events?"

He shook his head and said, compared to the woman who severely injured him, there are other more dangerous transmigrators waiting for him to deal with.

"A lot."

The black officer smiled wryly, and took out a palm-thick paper document from behind.

"An inexplicable explosion broke out in Port Washington yesterday, there was a report of unidentified flying human sightings on the Kennedy Bridge, three mummies with blood emptied out appeared in Central Park in Manhattan, a priest disappeared in front of everyone in St. Putting down the ancient tomb of a building, a strange infection occurred in the fourth apartment building in Harlem, and the whole building has been quarantined. There are a total of 87 similar incidents, and there are hundreds of vicious and violent incidents that have suddenly increased. It is too busy. 2000 people were urgently transferred from other police districts."

The black officer read page by page, and in the end there was only bitterness left, no smile left.

"Isn't there a good thing?"

"Yes, at least we have bought all the electronic equipment on the market. Those bastard media are just a bunch of dumb and blind people. They won't jump out and scold us. Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't help strangling them to death. Son of a bitch."

He silently listened to the black officer scolding his mother, put on a simple leather motorcycle jacket, picked up his shield, and hurried out.

"Captain? Where are you going?"

"Of course it is to solve the problem. Do you want me to listen to the report here leisurely? Also, keep in touch and give me the latest and most urgent report, and I will go back and solve it."

"Can……"

He wanted to say something else, but the flamboyant U.S. team had already rushed out of the military camp with a motorcycle helmet and a heavy motorcycle.

"But I haven't asked you to sign my name yet."

He looked at the back and lost like a brainless fan.

But when he turned around, he found a skeleton and a black-haired woman standing behind him!

enemy! !

He subconsciously wanted to draw a gun, but found that he couldn't move, he couldn't even speak, and the soldiers in the barracks who were close at hand seemed to be on duty as if they didn't see anything.

"Thanks a lot."

The black-haired woman said indifferently and politely, took a large stack of documents and photographed the contents one by one with her mobile phone.

This is the Lich and Fallen Angel Maid Saya.

This is the lich's plan. Compared with his own approach like finding a needle in a haystack, the official information is reliable. It's just that as a PVP lich, it is easy to kill people, but it is more difficult to keep silent. Saya.

Fallen Angel Saya's occupation is the evil priest, which is simply the priest of the evil camp. There is a saying in the game: the first-class priest and the second-class priest, which means that the priest has the ability to cast spells second only to the master.

Although it is not as good as Mage in terms of destructive power and functionality, it is better at healing, defense, mind control, curses, buffing, and dispelling undead, and it is more effective in non-combat situations.

So after about 3 minutes, the black officer woke up as if he had taken a nap, and found that he was still standing at the gate of the barracks holding the stack of reports. My memory is blurred for some reason.

"What did I just do, by the way! I need to sign. Hey! Did the captain sign me just now? Oye!"

He was ecstatic to see the signature behind one of the documents! !

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PS: I recommend a book by an old author, the quality is guaranteed, and the DND rule "Bichi on the Back of the Dragon" is also used.

According to legend, there is such a woman, she is unparalleled in charm, she is invincible in the world!

All men are madly infatuated with her, and at the same time are deeply afraid of her, because under her feet are the bones of countless men, including kings, juggernauts, and even gods!

She said, "Can a man have my dragon? It can ride and do it..."

90. Roof drag racing

"Speaking of Mr. Bai Xian, when we still have to block this road, can't we detour?"

The talkative Thomson Huang looked at the car dragon who could not see the side in front of him and sighed, all kinds of exhaust whistles under the hot sun made people extremely irritable, only if he saw those girls in the rearview mirror, Or the skin curve of the suspected girl can slightly slow down his road rage.

Especially the tallest red-haired beauty, who took off her coat in the back of the car and seemed to be about to change, making his breathing twice as fast.

Then Bai Xian, who was in the passenger seat, opened the door and looked through the window.

"No, it's fine to continue blocking. You can watch the show. Isn't the traffic police report broadcasting a bank robbery nearby? Maybe we can still see a big car show."

Bai Xian sat down and said leisurely with the MMP expression on his face.

"Hehe, you really like to joke, if it weren't for the surveillance and communication not restored, how could a stupid thief go to rob a bank, which is the most stringent security system in the United States. Even if he succeeds in the robbery, there is no way to escape, and now it's blocked here. Momo, what are you racing with?"

He sneered without smiling, but he didn't realize that Bai Xian had no time to look outside the car.

click ~ click ~

It was as if something fell heavily on the roof of the car and made a heavy noise. At that moment, he thought it was something that was thrown from the sky.

But soon his reaction was wrong. This is the Manhattan Bridge. There are no buildings or houses on the top of the high-altitude objects.

The engine roared, and he saw something falling on the car.

a motorcycle!

Is a motorbike driving past your RV? !

Watching the motorcycle fall from his car to another minivan, he was stunned, only to find that the same sound sounded again, and another motorcycle actually chased over his car.

It's just that the motorcycle rider has a blue round shield on his back.

"What's the situation? Filming? Drag racing?"

He was dumbfounded and got out of the car to check, but when he got out of the car, he found a piece of green paper stuck to his shoulder. He took it off and touched it.

Looking back, this car dragon spilled all the way of US dollar bills.

The engine roared, and the two motorcycles chased me away on top of the chariot, crushing the glass and roof of each one. When they were on the top of the car, they didn't find a bear child Heroic Spirit handing out a gun from below.

"Fall down at one touch!"

The motorcycle wheel in mid-air disappeared instantly, and when it landed on the fuel tanker, the man had to abandon the car and roll to cushion the impact.

But before the motorcycle rider got up, the motorcycle behind him had already jumped up!The forcing car shadow seems to be riding on the face in the next second.

He hurriedly rolled away from the wheel of the motorcycle.

But he raised his head, and all the pictures were fixed on a sturdy figure flying and waving fists.

The clenched fist seemed to enter the slow motion as slowly, filling the vision in front of the motorcycle helmet bit by bit, slowly submerging, slowly splattering fragments, and then blood splattered in the helmet along with the fragments.

But it was the blood of two people, because a bullet entered the arm of the latter.