Transformed Marvel Genius

There was a crackling, the sky burst, and there was another flash of lightning.

In the bright light, Short Leg threw an earphone towards Coulson.

Coulson picked it up and saw that the tiny electronic screen on the earphone displayed 13 Hz, and then looked at Tang Yuan Jing, he was wearing one on both ears, I don't know why.

"Anti-infrasound jammer, are you feeling nausea and vomiting now? This is the effect of double the energy level of infrasound."

Coulson took it as he said, "Where's the enemy?!"

He has been here for so long, and he has not seen any movement from the enemy.

"follow me."

After speaking, Anna put on the raincoat and cloak, walked around the living room along the corridor, and took Coulson to the backyard in the rain.

Under Coulson's puzzled eyes, he opened the small wooden door and saw a large pile of shovels, hoes, lawn mowers, etc., all kinds of tools for repairing the courtyard, bushes and lawns.

Under Anna's command, Coulson opened the shovel, revealing the diesel generator set piled up in the debris.

Little short legs stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, opened the fuel tank cap, and measured the depth of diesel oil. There was still half of it, enough.

"There is a green switch on the generator, yes, it's on your head. Press it down."

As the button was pressed, the diesel generator rumbled.

Coulson watched the street lights in the courtyard come on, and the villa restored the electricity and returned to the light again.

He felt that the depressing atmosphere in the air was much less.

"I want to know where the enemy is?"

Coulson wandered around with the little short legs, doing it under the command of Tang Yuan Jing, he thought that Anna was looking for her secret weapon.

In the end... the co-authoring was because she had short legs and short hands, and could not reach the generator switch, so she asked herself to do it for her.

"That guy, just see for yourself!"

The little short legs are calm and composed, not like a baby in the family that has been invaded at all.

In Coulson's doubts, Tang Yuan Jing stepped out of the threshold of the hut, stepped on his rain boots and returned to the living room. He took off his raincoat and rain boots, shook off the water on it, and turned on the light.

Then Coulson saw a messy living room.

The Hook brand sofa fell to the ground, the legs of the Boudicca dining chair were broken, the side table of the York series was smashed to pieces, and the Turkish carpet was torn to shreds...

The whole scene looks like Erha tearing down the house.

More than that, Erha doesn't have such an artistic atmosphere.

On the floor, Coulson saw all kinds of ghosts, straight lines, triangles, circles... all using blood.

He doubted whether he came to the scene of witchcraft casting.

Short-legged Anna saw that she had a headache and was overwhelmed. That guy came from the demolition brigade. In just ten minutes, he demolished a living room and gave him another half an hour. It is estimated that he could smash through the floor.

There was a rustling in the living room, Anna glanced at it, and caught the sweeping robot that was about to get under the carpet.

There are a total of three in Anna's house, and they will be cleaned automatically when the time comes.

Before seeing Coulson, she turned off one, and in front of Coulson, she stepped on one, and now it is the last one.

To say that the sweeping robot is really bad, can't you understand the situation?

Under Anna's hand, the orange cat who was caught by its tail kept diving down.

Seeing that the dusting brush was stained with blood, needless to say, the ghost painting on the ground was done by the sweeping robot.

Anna looked upset, and took out a small 50-gram hammer from the front pocket of her overalls. Under Coulson's trembling eyelids, duangduangduang smashed it towards the position of the robot's drive motor.

After a spark, the sweeping robot stopped moving.

Coulson could feel that the short legs were in a bad mood. In fact, he felt that the short legs should be thankful. At least, the enemy demolished her home instead of breaking her neck.

The rain outside continued, and the cell phone signal was blocked in the room. Coulson couldn't wait any longer. He asked Anna again, tentatively, "Where is the enemy?"

Anna pointed to the bedroom.

Then Coulson opened the door and saw a figure like a small Tarzan, lying on the ground, his limbs twitched, his body kept shaking, and his mouth was gurgling with blood, just like the gap spring in Reykjavik, Iceland, for a while Squirt.

At this time, a pool of blood had formed on the floor.

"This man looks a bit big." Anna said, standing next to Coulson.

The enemy's preparations were not inadequate. They cut off two wires in Anna's house, and even the UPS in the basement made a beeping sound because it was missing. Unfortunately, he didn't expect that Anna's new infrasound defense had been developed. Net, only a few AAA batteries, can run for three hours without electricity.

Coulson silently glanced at the giant lying on the ground, compared to the one who was shorter than himself, and said helplessly, "It's a bit big."

The little short legs gave Coulson a blank look, how old did he have to be?

It's more than a little bit, it's simply an oversized one.

The guy lying on the ground is a black man who looks like an upgraded version of Shark O'Neal.

A single head can stand up to Anna's weight.

The same is to drink mineral water, just 250 ml of American Blackwater brand mineral water. Anna has short hands, so she has to drink it with two little fat hands.

That guy is going too far. Anna is holding the drinking bottle. In his hand, it is like the wife's oral liquid.

In fact, Anna felt that if the water bottle could be eaten~www.readwn.com~ he could stuff the bottle directly without burping.

Support hasn't come yet.

Coulson was holding a dagger in one hand and a shotgun in the other, and wanted to go up to check, but was stopped by Anna.

"Let him vomit again." In Coulson's question, Anna explained: "With his physique, he weighs no less than 180 kilograms, and according to the blood content of 8%, he has 15 liters of blood, which is the point in the room. The amount of blood he vomited was not enough to make him completely incapacitated."

Ana checked it and found that the blood in the room should not exceed 3L, just to be on the safe side...

Coulson nodded.

It's good to mix with the short legs. Knowledge is power. According to the numerical calculation, she will know whether there is any danger inside, and whether the enemy is suspended animation.

Then, the short leg felt that the guy inside was not vomiting blood fast enough, took out a few electric pulse bombs, threw them, and pressed the button.

pat pat...

As the shark O'Neal inside twitched, in a puff of green smoke, the smell of burnt feathers came out.

It was cruel, Coulson felt that there was no gadget in the hands of the little short legs.

At this moment, he noticed that the pocket in front of the short legs took up the size of her belly. It seemed that Anna sewed it on by herself. He felt that the short legs had thrown all the magic in it.

To be conservative, Coulson still didn't move. Anyway, he stayed in the house with an infrasound defense net. As long as the accomplices of the enemy outside didn't bombard them with PRGs, they would be in no danger.

Twenty minutes later, the S.H.I.E.L.D. support team arrived late.

Leading the team is the Deputy Commander of the Rapid Response Special Forces, Brock Rumlow.

Looking at "Shark O'Neal" lying in a pool of blood, Brock Rumlow looked serious.

"People from the Viper Gang."