While the car was constantly bumping, Robert slowly formed a rough plan in his mind.
In the plan, Dreykov's presence is essential.
In order to achieve the plan, the best way to join Dreykov is to join this group of prisoners in Dreykov's so-called "Super Soldier Project".
As long as he is in the base, there is no need to worry about Dreykov not showing up.
As soon as Dreykov appears, there will be an opportunity for Robert to operate.
With this mentality, even if the two gangsters in the car turned their attack on Robert - in their view, Robert was a "boy", in an environment where citizens of the Far North Alliance generally have long beards.
Below, Robert, who has no hair on his face, looks like a sissy who spends time in the gym every day.
And that's what they said.
Robert ignored them and was contemplating his own plan - this matter was related to whether he could leave the dungeon world.
If he is still unable to conquer the dungeon, he might stay in this damn dungeon world forever.
And the "real world" may remain at the moment when he came here.
Or his existence will disappear completely, just like his body was instantly wiped out by dark energy.
"We're here, everyone, come down and assemble! Gather!"
As the armored vehicle stopped, there was a sound of whistles.
Of course, there is also the obligatory shouting.
When Robert came back to his senses, he knew that it was pointless to think about this now, just like thinking based on the information he now knew, he could not figure out the reason why he traveled to the Marvel DC world.
"You...I'm talking about you...you are No. 414 now. Take your number plate and report to the entrance of the base." An officer wearing a peaked cap thrust a small wooden number plate into his hand.
The guard with a gun on his back reminded: "Don't even think about escaping. This place is very empty. If you show any signs of escaping, we will beat you into a sieve."
All right……
Robert looked back at Natasha. Fortunately, Natasha hadn't grown up yet, and the soldiers here didn't have any special interest in young girls, so they sent Natasha away easily.
"What are you looking at, Robert?"
"No, I'm thinking about how we can escape from their guns."
Natasha curled her lips and smiled: "Impossible. If you were one-on-one with those Far North Alliance soldiers, I might not be able to make such a conclusion, because the other party might be a fool who can't press the trigger, but I don't believe that even here
There is no one who can shoot."
"Unless... you can stop a bullet."
Natasha shook her head in frustration: "But this is impossible."
Even superheroes like "Red Guard" Alexei will be injured by "armor-breaking" under close bullet attacks.
Not to mention an "ordinary person" like Robert.
Yes, in Natasha's view, Robert is a completely ordinary person. Even if he has good skills and relatively accurate marksmanship, compared with those "Black Widows" who are not afraid of death and are proficient in fighting, he is still
There's too much difference.
"Hey... I really don't know why my stinky dad sent a guy like this to help me escape from prison... I was in a daze the whole way, and he looked like he wasn't very well-informed." Natasha muttered in a low voice.
"What?" Robert turned and looked at her again.
"Nothing, I mean you have a pretty good figure and a nice chin."
Robert said: "Do the men of the Far North Alliance grow such long beards just to cover their chins? What hidden secrets do their chins have?"
"No, actually, you are overthinking it. It is very cold here. They have grown beards just to keep out the wind and keep warm."
"Of course, there are also some religious beliefs."
Robert touched the stubble on his chin: "Religious belief? Since men in the Far North Alliance generally believe in what religion, what is your belief?"
"Drey...ah...no, I mean I don't have any beliefs. There is a word called...atheist. Yes, I am an atheist."
Natasha took one step at a time, leaving a series of sunken black shoe prints on the snow. Next to this series of shoe prints, there was a series of larger shoe prints, which were undoubtedly Robert's footprints.
And in front and behind them, there are hundreds of shoe prints!
"Robert, what do you believe?"
"What do I believe?" Robert thought about this question carefully.
Before he traveled back in time, he had discussed this topic with his classmates in high school. Only then could he have time to discuss this kind of issue.
The answer Robert gave at that time was: "I believe in the Flying Pasta God."
But this does not mean that Robert really believes in the so-called spoof "Flying Spaghetti Cult", but that he has no desire to discuss this issue at all, and there is no need to think about this issue at all.
Just like a person on a desert island, would he choose material daily necessities or spiritual books, the kind of inedible books - he can only choose one of the two.
If this person wants to live in a physical sense, he must only choose those material things.
At that time, Robert was like the man on a desert island. After his mother was paralyzed, his father worked day and night, plus taking care of his mother. As a result, after his mother left, his father soon followed her.
Suddenly, at a young age, Robert had to take on the responsibility of supporting himself.
Who still cares about God, Buddha, Allah, or primitive religions such as the sun and the moon?
But now, he seems to have the environment to give the answer.
The answer given by Robert was: "I don't believe in anything. If there must be a God or a god in the world, I think it should be myself."
In this world that merges with Marvel and DC, in this collapsed world, all the gods are known.
If there is no nonsense in these comics and movies, then somewhere in this universe, high-dimensional creatures such as oaa and the life court are watching all this, or they have not noticed the creatures on the earth at all, just like on the earth
Humans generally don't care about the ants under their feet.
"Oh...I really envy you, you don't believe anything..."
Robert reminded: "It's not that I don't believe in anything, I only believe in myself."
Natasha didn't speak, and she had no chance to speak - because the experimental base was right in front of her.
In the midst of the blizzard, the steel fortress stood in the black valley. It looked like a giant towering above the sky, breathing out the flow of people coming and going.
Robert and Natasha have also become a small segment in the long string of small snakes.
"No. 414, you can go in."
Robert took the wooden sign, took a deep look at Natasha again, and then cast his gaze into the blurry distance.
Iron Fortress?
I don't know if this place can withstand my full blow.
"Stop looking and leave quickly." Natasha whispered.