Transformed Marvel Genius

After all, Dr. Zola's sensor is inflexible. It was only now that he discovered the strangeness of the white mouse. Under the iron button, an antenna was inserted into the head of the white mouse: "This is a brain-computer interface, an advanced level of mental registers, how can it be?"

Dr. Zola already knew Anna's intelligence, but she didn't know that Anna was more talented than he thought.

The brain-computer interface he had been looking for was actually realized in the hands of a seven-year-old girl.

I knew it earlier... what was he doing with that octopus lunatic.

At this time, the muscular man Gustav Kruger was already impatient with the progress of the situation in front of him: "Mrs. Sarkisian, I have already said that Zelda came out to be embarrassed and ugly!"

Having said that, in Zelda's anger, the German Aryan race tore off his vest, revealing his body like a giant Siberian bear.

This guy's arms are huge enough to fit the waist of an ordinary person, and there are muscles on them. Every muscle pimple is as hard as a stone, and a middle-aged person can be killed by a random swing.

With a loud roar, in the bursting muscles, he took down a vehicle-mounted flamethrower from the armored vehicle.

Holding the flamethrower nozzle, he pressed the switch, and flames spewed out. The furthest distance was ten meters. The flammable liquid fell in the garden, and when it hit the high temperature, it burned instantly.

After a while, the garden became a sea of ​​fire.

Amidst the screams of snakes and mice, a large pile of tangled corpses of snakes and mice were left on the ground.

The smell of burnt feathers in the air was so strong that it made people sick.

"Gustav!" Zelda was furious, all her snakes were burning.

Gustav Kruger cracked his mouth and laughed: "Please eat snake soup."

After speaking, he pressed it five or six times until the flamethrower ran out of burning liquid, and slammed it on the ground with the nozzle in hand.

"What are you doing?" Dr. Zola screamed on the screen: "Do you know what this is, the brain-computer interface, the scientific miracle of human-controlled machines, and machines-controlled humans, you actually want to destroy them?"

Dr. Zola shouted hysterically, and there was a high-pitched electronic sound on the screen.

If he had an entity, he would climb out of the screen and drag Gustav and the others to point their noses and curse.

These are all treasures. If you catch a few mice and analyze the structure of the brain's nerves, Dr. Zola can completely break through a field.

Ignoring the short-necked drake, Gustav glanced at Madame Sarkisian.

In fact, if the boss hadn't pressed it on it, he would have stepped on Dr. Zola's monitor under his feet to let him know what big feet smell like.

Shrugging, Mrs. Hydra lowered her head, pressed the volume down button on the video call, and the sound was reduced until Mr. Shortneck's voice was barely audible. In the midst of Mr. Shortneck's claws, she turned her head and said: " Annabel Hansen is going to live."

That means, it doesn't matter if you are short or short.

Gustav let out an excited howl. The more he looked at the short-legged physique, the more pleasing to the eye. It was like a natural football. If he caught her, he had to kick her a few times to get over the addiction.

Comparing gestures towards the top.

"Shoot."

A row of door machine guns was moved out, and the 12.7mm muzzle vented the power of heavy fire weapons.

"Hit her out."

Gustav laughed, and later felt that he was not enjoying himself enough. He ran into the car to fight the next Vulcan Gatling, and shot at the house.

After one row has been shot, he is about to switch to another row.

Boom...

The 24-centimeter heavy wall in the manor broke through a gap, and in front of him, in the reinforced concrete ruins, a big man with a big shoulders and a round waist slowly stood up.

long, long, long...

Following the figure of the big man standing up, Gustav stretched his neck and leaned back, non-stop.

Until the big man in front of him blocked the moonlight.

So tall, so big.

Gustav thought he was tall and mighty, but in front of the big man who suddenly appeared in front of him, he still felt like a chicken.

Even the super-giant in Gustav's eyes, Gordon Fraley, was dwarfed by the big man.

Too high, too big.

There is also a waist circumference, which is too thick. It must be more than ten meters.

There is also a belly, and a beer belly is not so long.

The supergiant didn't move, and neither did Gustav.

Kacha Kacha... In Gustav's stunned mouth, the supergiant's head turned 180°.

Such a big head, Gustav felt he had to have two heads of his own, oh no, three big heads.

Wearing a strange helmet on his head, a half-meter-long antenna stands on the helmet. There is a circle of indicator lights around the antenna, and the indicator lights flash red, blue and green alternately.

The giant carried a huge shackle on his chest, as if it was holding some sort of cylindrical object.

In comparison, the giant's two feet are deformed, short and small, like bamboo sticks compared to the big belly.

Kacha Kacha... In the sour sound of gears rubbing, Gustav watched the giant's feet still, and his big belly turned 180 degrees.

This... It seems that it can be rotated in place at one time.

In the basement, Anna covered her eyes with two chubby hands. She felt that she couldn't see anyone. She was so stupid that she could straighten her body by turning her feet.

This artificial intelligence...

Anna didn't want to talk.

She also felt that her subordinates had no brains, and Madam Sarkisian, looking at Gustav's sluggish appearance~www.readwn.com~, she couldn't get angry out of nowhere.

This subordinate is arrogant and arrogant, with only muscles but not heads. If she hadn't broken Gordon, she wouldn't have brought this guy out.

No, when I see someone taller and bigger than me, I'm scared stupid.

"Shoot, idiot."

Mrs. Sarkisian drew a whip from her waist, and she wished she could beat him.

She is annoyed now. Dr. Zola has already contacted herself through various electronic means. There are a few Hydra soldiers nearby. She is too rude.

Turning on the voice, Dr. Zola is the same old Barabara again, this time he aimed at the Iger robot.

"Mrs. Sarkisian, take it down, it's Anna Hansen's prototype robot, and you can see the robot's brain-computer interface on it. God, I love Anna, baby, this guy is amazing A once-in-a-lifetime talent."

Da Da Da... Gustav finally regained consciousness.

Isn't it just a robot? I thought I had met someone bigger and more muscular than me.

Gustav felt humiliated.

He wants revenge, Da Da Da, the **** of fire Gatlin is roaring.

Gustav's emotions are venting.

Pat, Madam Hydra pressed the power button, she really felt helpless.

The Viper Gang is not a Hydra, it's a mix of people, Gordon Fraley, Gustav Kruger, Zelda Dubois, Teresa Vazquez, each in their own way Character, she also only occupies a piece of territory with charm and leadership.

Exactly, Gustav could have a fight with the beer belly robot to test the ability of the short legs in the bunker.

Now, Mrs. Sarkisian felt that even herself was interested in the little girl inside.