There was a crackle, a burst in the sky, and another flash of lightning.

In the bright light, the little short leg threw a headset at Coulson.

Coulson picked it up and saw that the miniature electronic screen on the earphones showed 13HZ, and then looked at the glutinous rice balls, which were worn in both ears, and I don't know why.

"Anti-infrasonic jammer, are you feeling nauseous and vomiting now, this is the effect of double the energy level infrasonic waves."

Coulson said, "What about the enemy?!" ”

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

"Follow me."

After saying that, Anna put on her raincoat and cloak, walked around the living room along the hallway, and walked to the backyard with Coulson in the rain.

In Coulson's bewildered 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.

Coulson, under Anna's command, unraveled the diesel generator set piled up in the clutter.

The little short leg stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, opened the fuel tank cap, measured the diesel depth, and half of it, it was enough.

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

With the push of a button, the diesel generator rumbles.

Coulson watched as the street lights in the courtyard came on, and the cottage was restored to power, returning to the light.

He felt a lot less oppressive in the air.

"I want to know where the enemy is?"

Coulson followed the little short leg around blindly, doing it under the command of Tang Yuanjing, and he thought that Anna was looking for her secret weapon.

Outcome... Co-authored because she had short legs and short hands, she couldn't reach the generator switch, so she let herself do it for her.

"That guy, just see for yourself!"

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

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

Then Coulson saw the living room in shambles.

Hook brand sofas fell to the floor, Boudicka dining chairs broke legs, York side tables were smashed to pieces, and Turkish carpets were torn to shreds......

The whole scene looks like Erha's house being demolished.

Not only that, Erha doesn't have such an artistic atmosphere.

On the floor, Coulson saw all sorts of ghost drawings, straight lines, triangles, circles, ...... It's all blood.

He wondered if he had come to the witchcraft casting site.

The little short-legged Anna saw a headache and brain fever, it was completely finished, that guy came out of the demolition brigade, in just ten minutes, he demolished a living room, and gave him another half an hour, it is estimated that he can smash through the floor.

The living room rustled, and Anna glanced at it and caught the robot vacuum as it was about to burrow under the carpet.

There are three in Anna's house, and they are automatically cleaned when the time comes.

She turned off one before she met Coulson, and in front of Coulson, she stepped on one, and now it's the last one.

If you want to say that the sweeping robot is really underbeaten, you can't understand the situation.

Under Anna's hand, the orange cat who was still caught by the tail kept burrowing downward.

Seeing that the dust brush was stained with dirty blood, needless to say, the ghost drawing charm on the ground was done by the sweeping robot.

Anna looked upset, took out a small hammer from the front pocket of the bib pants, 50 grams, and smashed it towards the position of the robot's drive motor under Coulson's trembling eyelids.

After a spark, the robot vacuum cleaner stopped moving.

Coulson could sense that Shortleg was in a bad mood, but he felt that Shortleg should be glad that at the very least, the enemy had demolished her home, not broken her neck.

The rain outside still didn't stop, and the cell phone signal was blocked in the room, and Coulson couldn't wait any longer, so he asked Anna again, tentatively: "Where is the enemy?" ”

Anna gestured to the bedroom.

Then Coulson opened the door and saw a figure like Little Tarzan, lying on the ground, his limbs twitching, his body trembling, and his mouth gushing blood, like a spring in Reykjavík, Iceland.

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

"This guy is a little big." Anna said, standing next to Coulson.

The enemy's preparation is not inadequate, the two wires of Anna's house are broken, and even the UPS in the basement is screaming because of the lack of points, but unfortunately he didn't expect that Anna has made a new infrasonic defense network, which can run for three hours without electricity with only a few No. 3 batteries.

Coulson silently glanced at the giant lying on the ground, shorter than himself, and sighed helplessly: "It's a bit big." ”

The little short leg glanced at Coulson, how old is he and how old is he that he doesn't have a little pressure in his heart?

It's not just a little, it's just oversized.

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

One head is as much as Anna's weight.

is also drinking mineral water, just 250 ml of American Black Water brand mineral water, Anna has short hands, and has to be held by two little fat hands to drink.

That guy is too much, Anna is holding the bottle of drinking, in his hand, just like his wife's oral liquid.

In fact, Anna felt that if the water bottle could be eaten, he could just stuff the bottle into it without burping.

Support hasn't come yet.

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

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

Anna checked it, and the blood in the room would not exceed 3L, just to be on the safe side...

Coulson nodded.

It's good to mess with the little short legs, knowledge is power, according to the numerical calculation, she knows if there is danger inside, and whether the enemy is suspended animation.

Then, the little short-legged felt that the guy inside was vomiting blood and vomiting fast enough, so he took out a few electric pulse bombs, threw them, and pressed the button.

Snap...

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

It's really cruel, Coulson thinks, there is not a single gadget in the hands of the little short legs.

Only then did he notice that the pocket in front of Little Short Leg occupied the size of her belly, and it seemed that Anna had sewn it on herself, and he felt that Little Short Leg had thrown all the magic weapons into it.

For the sake of conservatism, Coulson still didn't move, anyway, there was an infrasonic defense network in the house, and as long as the enemy's accomplices outside didn't bombard with PRGs, they were not in danger.

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

Leading the team is the leader of a squad of rapid reaction special forces, a guy named James Williams.

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

"The Vipers."