Chapter nine hundred and thirty-nine Ross's praise of William
"Even if Mr. Devonshire doesn't have the technology to make me stronger, he certainly has a way to alleviate my weakness."
Blonsky looked at Ross with a gloomy expression, "Since Mr. Devonshire can foresee my situation, it means that he is definitely more authoritative than anyone else in the world on the issue of super soldiers."
Clenching his fists, Bronsky remembered the time when he was knocked away by the Decepticon Rhino.
While still frightened, he also felt small and humiliated, "Although I have recovered, I know very well that when I encounter the Decepticon Rhino again, the outcome will still end with me being seriously injured or dead.
So I need stronger strength, faster speed, or stronger defense."
"Stronger defense?"
Rose instantly understood what Blonsky meant, "Do you want to get Devon Hill's armor?"
"This is impossible," Ross sighed and leaned back on the leather chair. "Ever since the Devon Hill armor came out, we have been looking for opportunities to get it.
But those idiots in China, William, have already upgraded to the fourth-generation space armor, but they can't even get the second-generation armor that has been eliminated and handed over to Kingsman.
Well now, it has only been a short time, and even the fourth-generation armor has been eliminated. What I wear on my body is the fifth-generation armor that can fly, and the super-giant sixth-generation armor that can easily kill the Transformers veterans.
I don’t even know if William’s personal armor will be able to directly destroy the United States when the losers under me imitate it.”
"Cough, cough, this, this".
Hearing Rose's words, Blonsky, an Englishman, although he sounded very happy, he still coughed a few times to remind Rose to get back to the topic.
Ross, knowing that he was off topic, sat up straight and said seriously, "The Devon Hill II armor is of little use to you."
Recalling the battle in Egypt a few days ago, I saw that the Kingsman members wearing Type II armor would still be killed by the Decepticon's super weapons.
Blonsky nodded and waited for Ross to speak.
Ross thought for a while and said, "As far as we know, the only people who are eligible to apply for the use of three-type armor are a three-person team from Kingsman and a mercenary team called the Suicide Squad.
However, this mercenary team is basically in a retired state now, and the armor will only be issued when there is a mission.
The only one who always has triple armor is Lena Dewihill's four-person bodyguard team.
As for the four-type battle armor, only William and two women of unknown race have used it, so I advise you not to think about the battle armor."
"It's normal to use it on your own woman," Blonsky asked in confusion, "but you don't know what race means?"
Rose hesitated and said, "I said there are vampires, werewolves and the like in this world, can you accept it?"
Bronski was directly confused by the question, but when he thought about aliens, he had become a superhuman, and now vampires and werewolves were not unacceptable.
Besides, since Ross can tell it, he must have it. As for the information he got from there, Blonsky doesn't care at all.
and Ross nodded, and then heard Ross continue, "We speculate that those two women are vampires, and judging from some secretly obtained information, they are indeed vampires.
But they are not bloodthirsty, not afraid of silver, and can even appear openly and openly as vampires under the sun. We don’t know how to classify their race.”
"A vampire without weaknesses," Bronski muttered a few words in a low voice, feeling in his heart that William must have found a way to change the vampire's weaknesses.
His eyes lit up when he thought of this, but before he could ask, Ross reminded him, "It's not as simple as you think. Once you become a vampire, werewolf or other monster,
Then pray that you will not be noticed by William, because he will directly destroy you."
Ross tapped on his computer, pulled out the confidential information about William that he had only obtained from the top in the past few days, and opened the information related to vampires and werewolves to show Bronski.
"Judging from the information collected in the past few years, William not only hates vampires deeply, but also takes the approach of exterminating werewolves.
Two years ago, he killed at least four thousand werewolves in one night in Europe. Since then, there has never been a large-scale werewolf clan in Europe.
Moreover, after the large-scale hunting, they continued to issue employment missions to the underground world to eliminate werewolves, and they seemed to be determined not to stop until all the werewolves were exterminated.
Many American witchers have gone to Europe to earn fifty hundred grams of Devonshire gold coins.
In London and Oxford, there have been no traces of vampires or werewolves for two years."
"This is really, really true."
After reading the limited information provided by Luo, Bronski, as an Englishman, was proud of William.
Then he asked in confusion, "Since vampires and werewolves really exist, then why don't their tribe, which has existed for who knows how many years, not seek revenge on William?"
"Retaliation? Ha, then they must have the ability."
Ross snorted softly, "The werewolves ended up as they did now because they took advantage of William to be trapped on Mars.
They attacked the spacecraft manufacturing plant in a retaliatory manner, but as a result, these werewolves could not survive in Europe, and most of them had to hide in the United States to make a living."
Speaking of this, Ross couldn't help but think of his colleague with the same military rank as him. Not only did he not get what he wanted because of his influence on William, but he was killed by a large group of werewolves who broke into the base.
Wait, it seems that his whole family is reunited. Thinking of this, Ross couldn't help but shudder and choked back the words that William might have controlled a werewolf pack.
Suddenly, I felt that telling Bronski about William's past was completely boosting others' ambition and destroying my own prestige.
Ross is not without any achievements. Not to mention being completely out of control, he is also the most powerful Bruce Banner. Isn't the Blonsky in front of him also the result of so many years of his own?
The only thing needed now is to find Banner. Once his blood sample is obtained, maybe he can clone the Hulk in Blonsky.
Therefore, in order to gain Blonsky's trust, Ross tapped on his computer again and called up the video of the Hulk escaping from the laboratory for Blonsky to watch.
Looking at the tall, ridiculously strong green guy on the screen, Bronski stuttered and asked, "Sir, sir, don't tell me that this guy is also your masterpiece."
Ross looked at Blonsky with satisfaction, whose face and attitude had changed drastically. He took a puff of his cigar and nodded with a smile, "You are not the only achievement of Millikin in so many years.
In addition to you, there are Captain America and "The Hulk", Ross stopped talking, pointed at the screen with a gloomy expression.