People in Marvel: I am a super native of the motherland

Chapter 155 Punishment and Slavery

Looking at the balloon-like kryptonite umbrella in John's hand, Linda widened her eyes and said, "You...what do you want to do?"

"Guess what it is. If you guess it right, there will be a reward. If you guess it wrong, there will be a punishment." John smiled evilly and took a few steps forward. Looking at her wide eyes, he blocked her mouth tightly. .

……

Here, Barry fell to his knees, almost vomiting out all the gastric juices.

It took a lot of effort for my heartbeat to recover a little, but in the blink of an eye I looked at the minced meat vomited out of my stomach and vomited it out again.

'Mr. Bruce, we were all wrong. Barry knelt on the ground, feeling the smell of his father's blood in his mouth, and uncontrollably shed tears in his eyes. He vomited and regretted: "The people of the motherland are simply not something we can compete with." '

If he were given another chance to go back in time, he would refuse Batman's invitation without hesitation. He would be so happy to be a dog of the motherland.

Just when he was about to collapse, a golden portal appeared on the side, and eighteen bald men with golden bodies came out.

Barry braced himself, raised his head and looked at the people in front of him, guessing that they should be the men of the motherland: "Who are you?"

"You can call us, the Eighteen Shaolin Team!" The leader, a man with gold paint, said. As soon as he finished speaking, the 18 people gathered together and put on a very coquettish pose.

"Flash Barry, right?" said the leader of the gold-painted man: "You dare to assassinate His Majesty. You have committed a heinous crime. Next, let us use Buddhism to influence you."

"Buddhism?" Barry repeated the word doubtfully, and then saw the eighteen Shaolin bronze figures in front of him starting to move.

"What do you want to do?" Barry was frightened and wanted to escape, but a copper man had already caught him tightly.

Barry tried to squirm in terror, but there was no way to escape.

"Buddha's Dharma is boundless. Turn around and you'll be safe!" The gold-painted man in front of him proclaimed the Buddha's name, then pressed Barry's shoulders and shouted: "Evil! Extreme! Sudden!"

The next moment, the severe pain made Barry roar, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Not only here, but now each of these rebellious guys will be severely influenced by a pair of Shaolin Eighteen Fellows, and the duration will be no less than one year.

Late at night, John returned to the White House with Linda, whose consciousness was completely lost, as if she had been fished out of the water. After several hours of repairs, the White House, which had been reduced to ruins, had returned to its original appearance.

The reason why it was built so quickly was because the builders were all Kryptonians.

Although the power is not as powerful as John's, a dozen Kryptonians worked together to build it. If there is no shortage of materials, it is no problem to recreate a White House in half a day.

Returning to the White House, John held the limp Linda in his arms, holding a kryptonite crystal in his hand at all times to ensure that Supergirl would not recover easily.

Entering the White House, John followed the structure diagram of the White House and walked into a bathroom.

On the bathroom wall, several long green chains spread out, which turned out to be chains made entirely of kryptonite.

This room was also just made by John, made by Zod wearing a lead stone protective suit.

John bent down, picked up the kryptonite chain, and then, with a few clicks, cuffed Supergirl Linda's limbs and neck. 'It hurts...' At this moment, after half a day of torture, Linda finally woke up from her drowsiness and felt pain as if her body was falling apart.

When he opened his eyes, he found that all his limbs were chained up, locked in a corner like a prisoner.

"Wake up." John glanced up at her and sat in front of her.

"You actually made me... I fight you." Linda thought of the torture she had suffered, and her anger arose in her heart. She stood up and wanted to pinch John, but with the clatter of chains, her arm was far away from John's body. Always missing by an inch.

"Stop struggling, it's a waste of energy." John said with a smile: "And with your small arms and legs now restricted by kryptonite, resistance will definitely not arouse my desire."

"With your current recovery speed, you will be considered in good health if you can walk normally within three days, so don't struggle." John sat cross-legged on the ground, holding his head and tilting his head to look at the angry and beautiful woman in front of him.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Linda clenched her fists and said coldly.

"Can't you see? Of course I will imprison you, and then I can communicate and learn with you whenever I want." John looked at Linda and explained with a smile.

"You perverted monster..." Seeing that she could not physically attack the people of her motherland, Linda racked her brains to think of how to attack mentally, but the man in front of her did not get angry at all because of her words.

"The harder you scold now, the louder you may scream later." John said, and at some point he had already held a bowl of hot porridge in his hand and handed it over: "My patience is limited, don't challenge me." My bottom line."

Looking at the food handed over, even though she was really thirsty and hungry, Linda still wanted to reach out and knock it away, but the next moment her jaw was pinched by John.

"Forget it if you don't obey me." The smile on John's face gradually faded. He opened her mouth gently and roughly poured the porridge in his hand into her mouth in the form of liquid food.

"It's ten o'clock in the evening. You can reflect on your mistakes here tonight. I'll come over to see you tomorrow morning." John stood up, no longer looked at her, walked out of the door, and then slammed the door. Close tightly.

After the motherland people left, Linda coughed twice painfully, and her throat was slightly burned by the hot porridge.

Leaning against the cold marble wall, the girl huddled up into a ball, but the next moment the originally closed door suddenly opened.

"I almost forgot, Nong." John threw a thick quilt and pillow over, covered Linda's head, and then said casually: "Don't freeze to death, remember to take care of your personal hygiene. Even for my sake.”

"Who wants your shabby quilt?" Linda got her head out of the quilt and angrily threw the pillow towards John, but it only hit the re-closed door.

Late at night, as the temperature gradually dropped, Linda looked tangledly at the quilts scattered in the distance due to physiological needs.

Finally, she breathed out and said to herself: "Don't use the enemy's things in vain."

With this thought in mind, Linda's slender right hand gently grabbed a corner of the quilt and pulled it over.

As the quilt wrapped her body tightly, the drop in body temperature finally eased. She fell on the cold floor, but her eyes gradually looked towards the pillow in the distance.

This time, there was less time to struggle than last time. Linda stood up and walked towards the pillow amidst the clattering sound of the chains. But soon, as the chains made a staring sound, she saw that there was still a long way to go. Pillow and fell into silence.

(End of this chapter)