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"Ross, I f****, you f****..."

A series of cursing came out of Donnie's mouth, and he scolded for five minutes without repeating it. Even from a long distance, Rose could feel the soaring resentment.

"Hehehe, very good, do you have resentment in your heart? Are you dissatisfied? Are you disappointed in this world?" When Downey was panting, Rose cheerfully, under the watchful eyes of a group of staff members with strange expressions , said something meaningful.

When did the majestic General Ross have such a good temper?

"I'm fucking..." Donnie continued to swear. He became thirsty halfway, so he brought a bottle of drink from the nearby store, and continued to swear after drinking.

Ross was still smiling at first, it’s good to have resentment, it’s good to have anger, after all, he is young, even if he has extraordinary strength, he is just a young guy, and he can be drawn into his camp with a little guidance. Rose waited patiently. He wanted to persuade Donnie when he was tired of scolding, and turn the young man's eyes in other directions.

Gradually, he couldn't laugh anymore, because Downey kept scolding, and in just a short while, his entire family's genealogy was scolded all over. The old general's face twitched, and he couldn't hold back.

"Donnie, if you think about it carefully, Hulk caused all this..."

"Ross, I x your ancestor."

"Donnie, only I can help you now!"

"Ross, I fuck your whole family."

"Donnie..."

"Ross, I fuck your daughter, I want to put a green hat on Hulk." Downey said.

Anyway, Hulk is green enough, so what does it matter if it is a little 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 bursting out. He has worked all the way to the position of general. It is not that no one has humiliated him for decades, but no one has ever used this kind of scolding as a street gangster and a ruffian. Everyone is scheming, scheming, fighting for power, where is Downey like this?

Rose's patience ran out little by little, replaced by great anger and malice. Downey successfully provoked the veteran's anger with the most basic, common and commonplace trash talk. He snorted coldly, this group of superhumans, who thought they had mastered a little flying power, were arrogant, none of them were good things!

But the last sentence did make him think for a moment - it seemed like a good idea - no, bah, what the hell idea, how can I bow to superhumans?

Many soldiers and the staff at the other end looked stunned. They put down the things in their hands, hugged their knees and listened to Downey's national curse quietly. They looked at Rose and Downey at the same time, and their eyes became more and more strange. It's getting more and more wrong.

I don't know why, seeing the powerful General Ross being scolded like a grandson, there is an inexplicable... refreshing?

"Ross, where is your daughter? I've decided, I'm going to sleep with her! There's no future with the Hulk, and I'm the king." Donnie cursed, and finally changed his tone, brazenly asking Ross to ask her daughter's geography Location.

The tone was as normal and flat as discussing what to eat tonight.

Ross turned off the instrument with a sullen face, and at the same time slammed down the button to turn off the screen, and sat in the main seat without saying a word. He figured it out, this Downey is a stick, even if this guy has made a lot of achievements in Gotham City and unified the gang, it still doesn't change the nature of his stick.

The other personnel did not dare to approach them, and General Ross, who was furious, might roar at them. It's just that they seemed to be able to see the excitement and excitement in each other's eyes from the gazes they looked at each other, and the few people who were unhappy with Ross were even more delighted.

Ross was serious and demanding, and many people secretly resented him.

He sat there frowning tightly,

With his back to everyone, he naturally didn't know their secret communication. He pondered for a long time, his complexion kept changing, cloudy and sunny, and occasionally the personnel who operated the equipment were terrified. Could it be that this well-known hawk general is going to kill Downey?

It’s really hard to say, Ross is a well-known hardliner and iron-blooded faction in the military. He and Stryker are the most famous ruthless people, and they are respectively responsible for different directions of super soldier plans.

Ross stroked his beard, as if he had made a difficult decision, he turned around slowly, a little hesitant, he called his adjutant, and asked tentatively, "Where is Betty now?"

"Ah?" The adjutant was stunned on the spot.

...

More than a dozen soldiers looked at Downey with admiration. They had been in the closed military camp for a long time, and they didn't know much about Downey's situation. Naturally, they didn't recognize this superpower user who had been in the limelight for the first time, but they just heard about it in chatting with each other. Ross said "Donnie" one by one, which naturally made them suddenly realize that the powerful person in front of them was a mechanic.

Mechanic Downey is at the top of the high-risk personnel lists of the New York Police Department and the local military.

In private, there was a saying that was quietly circulated: whoever fights Downey in the high-tech city must be mentally ill.

A person who dares to scold Rose without a temper is really extraordinary.

"Hey, where's that old dog Ross? Was he really scolded by me to die suddenly? A general, with just this little city, seems to die young at first glance." Downey patted the muted walkie-talkie, sneered, completely ignoring The fact that Ross is over fifty.

An early death is an early death, the worst case is that Downey finds a chance to kill Ross.

A lizard man who smelled the smell came all the way to eat. He thought there was a lot of food here. Looking at these dozen strong people, he couldn't help drooling, but the next second he was pressed down by Donnie who was thinking. He stopped, sat down on him, and fell into deeper contemplation.

The lizard man screamed and struggled violently. Downey simply grabbed his neck and pressed his head to the ground.

"This person can still recover, as long as he takes it home and injects drugs..." A young soldier couldn't stand it and whispered.

"Recovery? Are you sure?" Downey smiled disdainfully. If the living genetically mutated species, the army's livestock is not dragged back to the autopsy experiment, Downey will write his name upside down.

"It's clear that the lizardmen can recover in a few minutes with spray-type drugs, why do you soldiers use tranquilizer guns and stun guns to capture them? Wouldn't it be better to attack them on the spot with antidote bullets?" Downey said coldly.

The morale of the soldiers was stagnant at that time. It's not that no one thought of it, it's just that they refused to think in this direction, especially the sergeant, he even knew why his superiors asked them to capture him alive.

Once caught, it is almost impossible to put it back. They are all lizard people, who can tell which is their former family and friends? The military insisted that your family and friends were killed and eaten by lizardmen, so what can you do?

These lizardmen are experimental materials that fell from the sky.