Flying a Quinjet, the four of them quickly reached the sky above Empire State University while remaining invisible.
Half of the entire campus became dilapidated, and the steel structures in the ruins were twisted into various strange shapes. The moonlight made it look like the claws of a monster stretching out at night, making it look particularly ferocious.
There were many people inside and outside each ruined building, including soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms and young people wearing colorful clothes. They all threw themselves on the street, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
At the same time, in a very complex terrain, a green giant was fighting hand-to-hand with a brown-gray big man.
They punched each other with their fists, and the sound of the punches hitting the flesh was like thunder. The shock waves in circles blew a lot of dust flying in the sky, and the ground shook wildly.
"Okay, it looks like the battle plan needs to be changed. We have two monsters." Tony took off his visor, and the helmet made a crisp sound when it closed: "Captain, what do you think?"
The door of the Quinjet slowly opened, and Steve walked towards the tail of the plane. He tightened the straps behind the shield and looked at the traces of the tape:
"Deathstroke told me before that when the force is strong enough to knock out the Hulk, just hit it hard on the back of the head. I think it should be the same for the gray-brown giant."
Tony walked up to him, put his iron hand on the captain's shoulder, and looked down at the smoke-filled battlefield:
"It seems that when I have time, I should develop an anti-Hulk armor, with a larger size and greater output. By the way, I will study the anti-Deathstroke armor just in case. He was the one who died tragically last time as my father."
The appearance almost scared me to death. It was really embarrassing to think about it afterwards. How could there be such a thing as the resurrection of the dead in a materialistic world? So I need a suit that can monitor heart rate and automatically inject sedatives."
Natasha had no intention of going down. She didn't want to fight with the Hulk, so she sat firmly in the driver's seat of the fighter plane and turned around and said:
"Be careful, I will provide you with fire cover from the air."
Hawkeye looked at Tony and the captain who were gearing up, then looked at his own small body, and made a wise choice:
"Well, I will also stay in the air to support you."
He took off the bow and arrow on his back, made some gestures, and decided to take a fighter plane, fix himself on the rear hatch and shoot downwards.
The car can provide valuable movement speed. Anyway, his two legs will definitely not be able to outrun the Hulk's long legs. Why should he give up his current advantage?
"Okay, I have observed that the remaining troops are evacuating the crowd and rescuing the wounded. You will stay in the sky to support. Tony, you go deal with the Hulk. You are all scientists. See if you can awaken Banner's personality. I
Come and deal with that gray giant, that's all."
Tony took a breath, and slowly flew out with fire from the soles of his feet: "I have no problem, but old man, can you really hold up the other one? Look, he made the tank into the size of a lead ball and smashed the Hulk.
"
Of course Steve saw it, and he knew in his mind that this grayish-brown monster kept shouting Hulk's name and could even speak fluent English, so he should be self-aware.
It is likely that General Ross's plan to transform soldiers has made some progress.
In this way, this yellow monster may still have the possibility of communication. How to communicate with the soldiers? That is what Steve was best at seventy years ago.
Even if he couldn't communicate, he wouldn't lose so easily if he had a shield, so Captain America smiled confidently and jumped out from the rear hatch:
Letting Doom and Susan build nuclear bombs is actually just an excuse to create an opportunity for them to be alone.
Su Ming believed that as long as he had the corresponding raw materials, Doom would definitely be able to create the same type of negative bomb as the Kree Empire. The name of genius is not for nothing. Doctor Doom can develop human technology step by step, and can also rely on other energy systems.
Beyond black technology, he is an all-rounder.
But Deathstroke doesn't need nuclear bombs to deal with those bugs, he just needs to steal every star he passes along the way.
One thing that the Invisible Woman said before was right. Among the commonly used insecticide methods such as cold, heat, light, and sound waves, the one that ants fear most is cold.
Light is used to deal with moths, sound waves are used to kill mice, and bees will abort when the environment exceeds 35 degrees.
Several major Zerg races in the negative space can find similar prototypes on the earth. Not only are they similar in appearance, but they even have very similar weaknesses.
The best environment for ordinary ants to live is between 10 degrees above zero and 45 degrees. No matter how high or low it is, they can't go out and can only huddle in their nests. If they go out, they will die.
The prototype of the Zerg Destroyers is ants. Of course, their large size also provides them with tolerance to the environment, but they are still living creatures after all, and there are no top experts who can control the energy of the universe. How can they live without stars?
Losing the star will cause the temperature of the planet to drop sharply, eventually reaching low temperatures in space. This will cause the extinction of plants, the collapse of the ecological chain, and the death of all kinds of ants. It is only a matter of time.
Building a nuclear bomb only facilitates other people's extramarital affairs? This is probably the only one in the multiverse.
In this way, as long as Reed is disposed of safely... well, 'jailbreak' will be enough.
Deathstroke had already planned it.
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Happy days always pass quickly.
After more than ten days, Doom and Susan became inseparable, and the woman seemed to have completely thought about it, both physically and mentally.
Her face suddenly became much more hydrated, as delicate and beautiful as a lotus flower after a long drought.
Everyone sat together during the meal. Su Ming observed this but did not point it out. He just laughed and said nothing.
Today's dinner was as sumptuous as ever. After finishing the Korean army pot of instant noodles, eggs and ham, the man and woman hugged each other and left.
Deathstroke took a deep breath. There were still a few days left until he reached the border where the Zerg race would be destroyed. He should continue to exercise daily. If he didn't practice his martial arts for a day, he might be wasted.
At this time, Wade came over mischievously, took out a copy of "Little Emperor's Uncle" from his pocket, and handed it to him.
"Huh?" Deathstroke took a step back, a little confused.
Wade chuckled, and the corners of his mouth were curved obscenely under the red and black mask: "Cousin, you have no intention of sleeping during the long night, right? I know you endure it very hard, so tonight I will lend you the 'side dishes' I usually use.
You, can you lend me some money?"
"What's the point of asking for money in a ghost place like this?" Su Ming didn't take the magazine with large wet marks on it, always feeling a little suspicious: "There's no way to borrow money, but if you want Ming coins, I
I can give you tens of billions."
With that said, Deathstroke dug into his pocket and took out a piece of colored paper with a group photo of Emperor Weishan printed on it, with a denomination of 50 billion written on it, and threw it to his cousin.
This is exactly the 'casting material' he usually uses to summon the tiger-headed Hogs - paper money.
Deadpool was obviously a little disappointed, but he still took the coin and played with it in his hand:
"It seems to be quite sturdy and big enough. I want to get a few more pictures. I want to try to see if I can fly a kite in space."
"That's it? To fly a kite? When you enter the universe, you will be in a state of weightlessness. You can just pull a rope to the floating island where we are. This will be your big kite."
Wade lowered his head and thought for a moment: "It makes sense..."
Deathstroke raised an eyebrow and put his arm on his cousin's shoulder: "I think you are too idle. Flying a kite is not really fun. I happen to be short of a sandbag in my Miaomiao house. Come with me."
"Tooth destroys dish!"
Deadpool wanted to run, but his neck was stuck by his cousin. He was dragged away like a dead dog, sliding deep into the corridor with a pathetic wailing sound.