Through the night vision device, Dr. Zora saw everything in front of him, and the reinforced concrete, which had lost the support of the corbel, collapsed instantly: "Sargsyan, what are you doing?!" ”

There's his baby, Anna Hansen.

He felt that a hundred Sargsyan were no match for a little short leg, if...

With an expressionless face, Lady Hydra put infrared remote sensing on Dr. Zola's face: "The little Anna baby in your mouth is leisurely enough." ”

Mrs. Sargsyan is helpless, this guy's small underground workshop doesn't know what the structure is, one hellfire is useless, the second one is shaking, and the third one... If you send it again, it's gone.

This little short leg belongs to a turtle, and looking at her appearance, she is still sitting in front of the keyboard and snapping.

Mrs. Sargsyan really felt that this guy didn't know what to do, and simply ignored herself.

Don't give her a cruel one, she really doesn't know who she provoked.

Inside the basement, Anna is indeed quite laid-back, and since the last Gordon Friley incident, Anna has really prepared for it.

She didn't think Gordon Frielly was a pedophile.

Then S.H.I.E.L.D. was also very cooperative, and Maria Hill made a special trip to hand over the information of the Vipers.

As a result, Anna knew that this group of people who had a grudge against Captain America and had an unclear relationship with Rockson Oil Company belonged to a school of their own.

I also know this legendary fierce man who came into contact with Hitler.

Mrs. Sargsyan.

This bewitching slut is unscrupulous in doing things, as long as he can achieve his goal, Sargsyan can sell his daughter and sell his master.

The reputation of the famous is ruined.

It's a pity that Anna feels that this bewitching slut will be the most desperate time in her life when she meets herself who can't eat oil and salt.

Last time, the small workshop was fully upgraded.

It is made exactly according to the design drawings.

Osborne did his best.

So Anna's version of the nuclear bunker is freshly baked.

The 70-centimeter-thick reinforced concrete frame shelter can be leisurely underneath as long as it is not too unlucky to have a nuclear bomb directly hit you in the face.

The pillars are still of shear wall construction, and all the corbel support columns are replaced by walls, and a few hellfires will smash a pit on them at most.

I have to say that Osborne is really generous, Anna asked more, Osborne did not charge a penny more, and all the excess money was paid by him.

Drip, drip...

UPS power alarm.

The Hellfire not only blew off the corbel, but also the power supply system.

Anna has turned off the load as much as possible, and now the basement is half-load power, and the UPS can support it for a while for the time being.

The little short legs stepped on the falling dust, walked to the side, pulled down the snakeskin plastic sheet, and a set of diesel generators were exposed.

Launch.

The power in the basement is back to normal again.

After the last power outage, Anna simply asked Norman Osborne to buy a new generator set, move it into a small underground workshop, and then connect all the wires and circuits in the small workshop to the electrical cabinet.

The space of 1000 square meters is large enough, and it is completely possible to put several electric cabinets and a generator.

The current electric cabinet is still water-cooled.

"Oh yes, I throw $100 in every year and buy a terrorist attack property insurance."

Anna felt that thanks to her foresight.

Manipulating the mouse with her little short hand, Anna dragged out this year's insurance contract, on which the words AIG stood out.

Bomb at will, bomb at will, there is insurance anyway.

I am not afraid that it will be in debt, and the property in the house has been targeted.

Anna felt that AIG had to cry to death, so they took $200 in insurance for two years, but ended up paying more than $50 million in compensation.

Wow... The insurance manager in charge of signing the treaty had to jump off the building.

At this time, it is estimated that the explosion time has cooled down, and I want to stop and take a breath to continue.

Glancing at the short-legged robot.

"Egger, are you done eating?!"

The battery display is still one bar away, and it's not yet time for it to finally show its power.

Behind Egger, three robots are equipping him with weapons.

"Alright, that's enough, it's already...", Anna took the bottle and slammed it into the robot's hand.

This group of robots is slow enough.

Even though Anna is controlled by a brain-computer interface, the robot is still as dumb as a Parkinson's patient, stopping for a few steps to rest.

After a moment of muscle rigidity and a moment of resting tremors, Anna felt that she had done something evil and had done these robots.

There's no point in loading more, it's a disposable, anyway.

Looking at the screen again, it looks like the outside has changed its approach.

Through the buried listeners, Anna heard a strange noise, as if something was crawling through the ground.

Odd.

Take a look out with the infrared camera.

Wow, this bunch of guys is good, they even thought of forcing themselves out with snakes.

Glamorous slut.

………………

On the other side, on the ground.

The so-called bewitching slut is talking to the woman next to her.

Zelda Dubois, like Hawkeye, is a circus and an expert in snake taming.

"Lady Sargsyan, I will have the viper wrap this little chubby girl into a ball and send it to you."

Dr. Zola was still about to squeak, and Lady Hydra spoke.

"Dr. Zola, I grant your request to guarantee her life."

As for whether there is a psychological shadow, it is not in the scope of the Viper Gang.

Lady Hydra licked her tongue, and what she was thinking about now was that when the snake lifted the little short leg out, she would put it in the microwave and bake it for ten minutes.

Roasted on the outside, tender on the inside, and buttery.

This little guy doesn't know how high the sky is and how wide it is.

The Vipers are a bunch of unruly creatures, and they don't care if their little short legs crawl out or come out.

The poisonous snake flooded into Building B, over the garden, into the crevices of the concrete, and climbed up the carpet, and in less than a moment the elegantly furnished manor became a nest of snakes.

The basement is not a box, there is always a place to ventilate, and the little short-legged has already seen the poisonous snake burrowing into the wind signal.

Climb in along the ventilation duct.

These guys are really doing their best.

The python queen whistled, and the viper let out a cry in response.

Already poisonous snakes have found the passage and rushed in together.

That's nice.

Squeak squeak...

The cries of rats.

Zelda knew it at once.

A mouse ran out of the potted plant, scurryed, jumped onto the succulent, stood up on its two forelimbs and wiped its mouth.

But the palm is big, and it looks white and clean, and it's cute.

It's just that what's the matter with the buckle on the head of the guinea pig?

Curious, Zelda bent down, wondering what the buckle was for.

It seems to be buckled around the neck and brought up manually.

Before she could figure it out, the mouse had already pounced, his eyes glowing red, and his teeth and claws fluttering.

With his hand in front of his face, the power of the guinea pig is unexpectedly strong.

Hell, this thing is being manipulated.

…………

Meet the cranial nerves that encode the mice.

Anna crackled on the keyboard, and behind her, the Egger robot slowly stood up.

Charging is complete!!