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Chapter 86 Don't Eat Vegetarian
Chapter 86 Don't Eat Vegetarian
The penguin wept with joy, knelt on the ground, and used all the words he had learned to praise the tall figure that had descended from the sky.
The eerie green and scarlet intertwined, and the blood-red lightning resembled divine punishment from hell.
The stunning visual impact makes it immediately clear that the mastermind behind the scenes has appeared.
Rick Flag stared blankly and instinctively took two steps back.
The aura emanating from the other party was terrifying; his soldier's instincts were screaming warnings, urging him to run.
But he didn't dare.
He didn't think he could outrun an unknown creature that could easily deflect bullets and fall from the sky.
The pair of powerful, angular wings covered in bone spurs on the opponent's back could probably slice him apart like a baguette with just a gentle wave.
Rick Flag never expected that behind this penguin was such a demon god who seemed to have stepped out of a mythical epic.
He originally thought that the Penguin was just a gang leader who paved his way with scheming and money, and even if he had a powerful backer, he was at most a corrupt politician or a super criminal who was also shady.
But the figure that suddenly appeared from the sky was completely beyond his imagination.
On the ground, the howling boomerang stared wide-eyed and quietly fell silent.
His intuition told him that if he acted too noisy at that moment, the other person might just strangle him.
Thanks to the special medication, the bleeding in his legs has stopped, and he is not going to die anytime soon.
Lucas walked step by step to Rick, looking down at the first leader of the Suicide Squad.
With the enhancement of the Shadow Armor, his height reached over two meters, more than two heads taller than his opponent.
In addition, the armor itself is cold and heavy, and the huge wings on both sides are slightly flapping, which makes it very imposing.
"Who sent you?"
A deep, hoarse voice rang out, devoid of any emotion.
Rick swallowed hard.
After years of military service, he believes he is by no means a coward or afraid of death.
But the overwhelming pressure emanating from the other person made him tremble with fear from the bottom of his heart.
This is a fear that stems from instinct!
"It's Amanda Waller. We have no intention of going against you. It was this woman who ordered us to do this; we're just her disposable cannon fodder."
Plastic Bomb interrupted, wearing a pair of specially made leather gloves. As she spoke, she clenched her fists nervously, adopting an extremely humble attitude.
As a complete terrorist, this woman is full of rebellious thoughts.
If it weren't for the miniature bomb planted in her neck, she would have blown up the prison and escaped long ago.
A laboratory explosion a few years ago gave her the superpower to trigger explosions with her touch.
Simply touch any object with your fingertip to inject explosive energy.
It detonates automatically a few seconds after the object leaves contact, eliminating the need to carry physical plastic explosives.
The only downside is that it requires special suppressive gloves to control, otherwise it will explode whatever it touches.
"Are you a plastic bomb?" Lucas looked at the tall, voluptuous, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Western woman.
The plastic bomb's expression changed slightly.
"You know me?"
Lucas remained silent.
The reason he knew this woman was mainly because she seemed to have been married to Captain Atom.
Although they later divorced due to differences in their beliefs.
He turned his attention back to Rick Flag.
Where is Amanda Waller?
Rick Flag opened his mouth, terrified, but he forced himself to suppress the horror within him.
"Pfft!"
As dusk fell.
A crimson bolt of lightning pierced through the black man's chest like a sharp arrow.
Lightning patterns, resembling tree branches, quickly spread along the wound to the man's neck and face.
Not a single drop of blood was shed.
The extreme heat almost simultaneously charred the flesh around the gap.
"Thump."
Rick Flag died without uttering a sound, falling straight upside down.
The air fell silent instantly, with only the lingering smell of burnt flesh spreading out.
The plastic bomb shuddered violently, its hands, clad in leather restraint gloves, clenched tightly together.
Boomerang simply pretended to faint.
Shark King glanced at the boomerang that was feigning death, then at Rick Flag lying on the ground. He roared and instinctively charged forward, only to be slapped dozens of meters away by Lucas.
"Then, you tell us?"
Lucas turned his attention back to the plastic bombs.
"The Bureau of Parahuman Research is located in New York, but I don't know the exact location."
Plastic Bomb immediately spoke, rattling off words like beans, afraid that if he answered too slowly, he would suffer the same fate as Rick.
"Before this mission, we were locked up in an underground prison, where we couldn't even distinguish between day and night. This is all true, and I can swear on it."
"However, I can make amends by helping you deal with Amanda Waller. I've never liked that woman."
The plastic bomb gritted its teeth and dug a tunnel.
A few minutes later.
Feeling the intense gaze shift away from him, the plastic bomb collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his heart filled with nothing but the relief of surviving a catastrophe.
"Remember your words."
The image of a demonic hell appeared in my mind.
Then, the woman felt an incredibly powerful suction force suddenly emerge from her neck.
"Pfft!"
next moment.
The miniature bombs buried deep within the body detached themselves from the flesh and were arbitrarily controlled in mid-air by an invisible force, detonating on the spot.
Besides plastic bombs, there's also King Shark.
Having just been slapped, the shark god's descendant, whose bloodline was that of a demigod, immediately became much clearer.
Especially after the hard lump under the skin was removed, the long-lost feeling of relaxation and ease washed over him, making the shark pup, whose intelligence was only that of a three-year-old, unable to resist jumping up and down on the spot.
"Oh, my neck won't explode anymore, I can eat meat, and I can find friends."
But the next moment.
The Shark King suddenly found that the scenery around him was rapidly receding, and extreme gloom and darkness enveloped the surroundings, with not a single ray of light.
Then, all around were pale white walls, and all the doors and windows were locked.
It was enveloped by an intense feeling of hunger.
In front of me was a table laden with food, all vegetarian, without a single piece of meat.
An annoying waiter kept urging it to eat more.
Eat more farts!
It roars and overturns everything, but when it turns its head, a pile of vegetables will reappear in front of it.
It could only eat frantically, but its stomach only got hungrier.
"Don't eat vegetarian food!"
In reality, Shark King couldn't help but shout in frustration.
"Remember, if you don't listen, you will be completely lost in it."
Lucas said expressionlessly.
Recalling the incredibly realistic scene just now, Shark King nodded frantically, like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Along with the plastic bomb, I need you to atone for this mistake with Amanda Waller's blood. Then, come back!"
A deep voice echoed through the night.
Although she had no idea what exactly the shark king had just gone through, Plastic Bomb swore she had never heard this idiot shark utter such a pitiful pleas for mercy.
She was initially somewhat relieved that the other party had taken out the bomb, which eliminated any worries she might have and allowed her to try to escape halfway.
But this undoubtedly made her completely give up the idea of running away.
Second.
She really wanted to kick that black woman's head like a ball.