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Power stone, please
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"They call certain methods of fighting good and others evil, acting as if there were some nobility to the battlefield. Such illusions, perpetrated by heroes throughout history, have led countless young men to their bloody deaths, all for the sake of this valor and glory." — Kiritsugu Emiya
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"Rose, I ****, you ****..."
A series of curses popped out of Downey's mouth. He didn't repeat the curses for five minutes. Even at a long distance, Rose could feel the resentment soaring into the sky.
"Hahaha, good, good, do you have grievances in your heart? Are you dissatisfied? You are disappointed in this world?" When Downey gasped, Rose cheerfully, under the gaze of the strange-looking staff, Said meaningful words.
When did the majestic General Rose have such a good temper?
"I ***..." Downey continued to curse, thirsty in the middle, and handed in a bottle of drink from the nearby store, and then cursed after drinking.
Ross was still smiling at first. It's good to have grievances and anger. After all, he is young. Even if he is strong, he is just a **** guy. A little guidance can bring him to his camp. Rose waited patiently. He waited until Downey got tired of scolding and persuaded him to turn the young man's gaze in other directions.
Gradually, he couldn't laugh, because Downey had been scolding, and his family's genealogy was scolded all over the place in just a short while. The old general's face twitched, and he couldn't help it.
"Donnie, if you think about it, Hulk caused all this..."
"Rose, I X your ancestor."
"Donny, only I can help you now!"
"Rose, I X your family."
"Downey..."
"Rose, I X your daughter, I want to put a green hat on Hulk," Downey said.
Hulk is already green enough anyway, what does it matter if it is greener?
Rose's face was completely gloomy, and monstrous anger was brewing in his heart, his majestic face was blood red, and the veins on his neck were violent. He worked all the way to the position of general. It's not that no one has humiliated him for decades, but no one has ever used this kind of scolding method of a gangster in the market. Everyone is intrigued, arguing, it's a battle of strategy, where is Downey like this?
Rose's patience ran out little by little, and was replaced by huge anger and malice. Downey succeeded in provoking the veteran's anger with the most basic, most common, and popular trash talk. He snorted coldly, this group of superhuman beings, thinking that they have mastered a little flying power, are arrogant, and none of them are good things!
But the last sentence did make him ponder for a moment-it seemed like a good idea-no, bah, what a horrible idea, how could I bow to the superhuman?
Numerous soldiers and the staff on the other side looked dumbfounded. They put down their things, hugged their knees, and listened quietly to Downey's national curse. They looked at Rose and Downey at the same time, their eyes getting weirder and weirder. It's getting wrong.
I don't know why, seeing the high-ranking General Ross being scolded like a grandson, it's kind of inexplicable... refreshing?
"Ross, where is your daughter? I've decided, I'm going to sleep with her! Following Hulk has no future, with me is the king." Downey cursed, finally changed his tone, cheeky about Rose asking for her daughter's geography position.
The tone was as normal and plain as discussing what to eat tonight.
Rose turned off the instrument with a sullen face, and at the same time slammed the button to turn off the screen, sitting in the main seat without saying a word. He could see that this Downey was a club, even if this guy had done a lot of records in Gotham City and unified the gang, that wouldn't change the nature of his club.
The other personnel dared not get close, and General Ross, in a rage, might yell at them. It's just that in their staring gazes, they seem to be able to see the excitement excitement in each other's eyes, and a small number of people who are unhappy with Rose are even happier.
Ross is serious and harsh, which makes many people feel dissatisfied in private.
He frowned and sat there with his back facing everyone, naturally unaware of their secret communication. He pondered for a long time, his complexion kept changing, the weather was uncertain, and the personnel who operated the instrument occasionally looked scared. Could this famous hawkish general be going to kill Downey?
I'm not sure, Ross is a well-known hardliner and iron-blooded faction in the military. He and Stryker are the most famous ruthless men, and they are responsible for different super soldier planning directions.
Rose touched his beard, as if he had made a difficult decision, and slowly turned around, a little hesitant, a little hesitant, he called his adjutant, and tentatively asked: "Where is Betty now?"
"Huh?" The adjutant was dumbfounded on the spot.
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A dozen soldiers looked at Downey with admiring eyes. They had been in a closed military camp for a long time and didn't know about Downey's situation. Naturally, they didn't immediately recognize this superpower who has been in the limelight shortly. They just heard about it in chats with each other. Ross took a mouthful of "Downey", which naturally made them realize that with cold sweat, it turned out that this powerful person in front of them was a mechanic.
Mechanic Downey, the New York Police Department, and the local military's list of high-risk personnel topped the list.
In private, there is a saying that quietly circulated: Whoever fights Downey in a high-tech city is a brain disease.
A person who dares to scold Ross and has no temper really is extraordinary.
"Hey, where's the old dog, Rose? Did he die suddenly of my scolding? A general, at this point in the city, died early at first sight~www.mtlnovel.com~ Downey filmed the voiceless walkie-talkie, Showing a sneer, ignoring the fact that Rose was over fifty.
said that dying early means dying early, but Donny finds a chance to kill Rose.
A lizard man who smelled the scent came all the way to eat. He thought there was a lot of food here. Looking at the dozen or so strong people, he couldn't help but drool, but the next second he was pressed by the pensive Downey. Live, sit down on him, sinking into deeper contemplation.
The lizardman yelled strangely, struggling violently, and Downey simply pressed his neck and pressed his head to the ground.
"This person can recover, as long as he is brought back and injected with drugs..." A young soldier couldn't stand it and whispered.
"Recovered? Are you sure?" Downey smiled disdainfully, living genetically mutated species, if the army's herd of animals weren't dragged back to the autopsy experiment, Downey wrote his name upside down.
"Obviously, spray medicine can make the lizardmen recover in a few minutes. Why do you soldiers catch them with anesthesia guns and stun guns? Wouldn't it be better to replace them with antidote bullets and attack them on the spot?" Downey said coldly.
The morale of the soldiers was stagnant at the time. It's not that no one thought it was just that they refused to think in this direction, especially the sergeant. He even guessed why he asked them to catch them alive.
Once caught, there is almost no possibility of putting it back. They are all lizard people, who can tell which one is their former family and friends? The military insisted that your family and friends were killed and eaten by the lizardmen. What can you do?
These lizardmen are experimental materials that have fallen from the sky.