Mercer maximized his sensitivity to the black light virus, but the air seemed to be filled with black light viruses everywhere, and the concentration fluctuated high and low, but there was no trace of Prea's existence.

If you can't find the mother of Preya's incarnation and force it to call for help, those infected people who are scattered around will not come back, and the scope of the virus will continue to expand, and more and more infected people will be infected. Mercer had no faith in this kind of hindsight blockade.

He knows best the combat effectiveness of the hunters, if they have the heart to escape, they will definitely not be able to stop it without heavy firepower to besiege and suppress them.

Mercer missed Hulk for the first time, Fat Green dragged his mother, and the battle of hunting around by himself was too pleasant.

In desperation, Mercer can only search little by little, one by one to solve the infected, if Prea can't move, then it's okay to say, if Prea knows to dodge, Mercer estimates that it won't be able to solve it for a year and a half.

"A year and a half? It won't take that long for Britain to be covered with viruses, and then it's time to wash the ground with a nuclear bomb"

Mercer told Coulson his thoughts, and Coulson said helplessly that Mercer, an expert in the field of black light virus, had no choice, and he had no idea.

"Phil, don't talk about it, I didn't spread the virus. Now count on your bald chief to find the information. ”

However, Nick Fury is still communicating with the pedantic British government department, and in this case, the armed support of S.H.I.E.L.D. was actually denied entry, and Coulson and Mercer and others are now considered illegal immigrants.

"This virus is a ...... studied by a terrorist organization with a history of nearly 100 years"

"We can handle it!"

"We have the expertise and equipment ......"

"We can handle it!"

"We have experience with the corresponding ......"

"We can handle it!"

“……”

Nick Fury's office is in shambles, and he smashes the computer screen on his desk.

He swore that if possible, he would absolutely put a pistol into that one and say "we can handle it!" Inside the mouth, and then empty a cartridge of bullets.

Coulson's message he had received, to be precise, he could receive Mercer's voice directly, but now he really couldn't do anything about it.

"Phil, help me call Flint Mark and ask him if he can feel what's underground."

"Can't ......"

"Phil, help me ask Tony Stark if there's anything he can find the mother?"

"No, he said give him a month to study it......"

"Phil, uh, forget it."

For the first time since Mercer came to this world, he was so helpless, even on the first night, he was holding the idea of desperately, and now he has no object to die.

Mercer deduced that Prea had been living under surveillance, and his name could tell what life he was usually doing.

He doesn't have Elizabeth Green's hatred and anger, nor does he have the guts that come with hatred and anger, he only has the instinct to live and the numb personality.

The more this happens, the less likely it is that his actions will anger him, and even if he kills all the infected, Prea is likely to hide underground.

What are his weaknesses?

"Phil, and a few people next to you, what kind of character weaknesses do you say that a person who doesn't know anything, doesn't have any relatives since he was a child, and has been abused as a monster by others?"

Mercer sucked in another batch of infected people, and asked.

"Loved ones!"

"The pain that has been suffered!"

"Sunshine!"

"No, if you don't know things, then how can you know what is a loved one, what is sunshine, and what is pain?"

The last sentence was said by Coulson, his words coincide with Mercer, normal people's judgment of things is based on the cognition of things, but if a person does not even know, then how can he judge?

"Instinctual things, like hunger," Nick Fury's voice said.

Mercer asked, "What does Prea like to eat?" ”

"It's definitely not going to be a tasty food, but there's something to replenish lost blood or something, presumably a nutrient solution or something," said one of the agents.

"Putting nutrient solution into the infected area?"

Mercer was speechless, could it be that feeding the mother's son could still increase his favorability?

"Give it a try, I'll send S.H.I.E.L.D.'s branch in the UK to buy the nutrient solution, and then put it in a location to see if I can draw it out."

“…… Well, there's no other way, just send someone to put it where I'm now. ”

Mercer said helplessly, not making the situation worse anyway.

An hour later, a helicopter appeared over Mercer, the only place where it could fly at low altitudes.

Bottles of high-concentration nutrient solution in glass bottles were thrown down from above, and I watched as two agents in chemical suits threw things down, and I didn't know what kind of biological weapons were being dropped.

The bottle shattered on the ground, and the nutrient solution slowly seeped into the dirt.

"Call the helicopter to evacuate, that thing seems to be coming!"

Ten minutes later, Mercer, who had been bored, suddenly stood up straight and said, while assuming a fighting posture.

The flat ground is slowly lifted, and you can see that the ground has a slight undulation, just like a person drinking water.

"Phil, your director is really good! Three seconds later, aim at the location where the nutrient solution was dropped, and launch the remaining two together! ”

Mercer whispered, then stared intently at the slowly rising ground, and three seconds later, two missiles landed in the designated position.

The stirred stone slammed against Mercer's armor with a metallic sound, and Mercer saw through the dust a thin, skeleton-like body burrowing into the dirt, skinny and bone-covered, but the massive skeleton seemed to be three meters high.

"Don't run!"

Mercer gave a shout in his native language, then rushed faster than the speed of sound, the tip of the blade pointed at the target.

"Ding!"

Like the sound of bullets hitting a steel plate, Mercer's giant blade struck upward, and the other was picked out of the dirt.

In mid-air, a thin, terrifying shell made Mercer a little overwhelmed.

A numb expression of nothingness, empty eyes that seem to be non-existent, and that mouth stuffed with dirt.

Mercer withdrew the giant blade that was slashing at the opponent, and then turned his right hand into a wind whip, trying to entangle the opponent, he really couldn't do it to such a person.

However, the other party's reaction was also beyond Mercer's expectations, and those who did not resist were caught by the wind whip, but, as if sensing the danger, the other party's body shook violently, and a huge force was transmitted to Mercer's body through the wind whip.

This power gave Mercer the feeling that it was not weaker than the strength of the last Hulk and his own fist, but there was a feeling of powerlessness.

Then, the empty eyes revealed a kind of begging, a feeling of hunger.

Mourn its misfortune! But is it okay to be angry?

What to fight for a person who has been raised since infancy, like a person who has had his brain removed? With no strength but no instinct other than instinct, Mercer remembered the lion who had been domesticated by the circus since childhood.

The Wind Whip catapulted over again with one of Mercer's thoughts, and this time, Prea's strength was reduced by more than half, although it still pushed off the Wind Whip, but after being consumed again and again, Mercer's Wind Whip finally trapped it.

At this time, Prea did not have any power to resist, except for the maternal aura emanating from its body, it was more like a terminally ill human, and the three-meter-high skeleton was very weighty, but Mercer could not even see a trace of flesh and blood.

What made Mercer even more chilled was that a kind of serenity gradually appeared on the other party's face, as if it had returned to its mother's womb in its own whip.

Yes, Mercer had the breath of Elizabeth Green after devouring her mother's body, and it seemed as if Prea might have that feeling of flesh and blood.

"Ah!!h

The scream was uttered by Mercer, not because of Prea attacking him, but because of the heartfelt sorrow, and then the extreme anger that came from the sorrow.

Mercer devoured Pria, or Pria actively integrated into Mercer.

He now understood why Elizabeth Green was so hostile to humanity. I also understand why the original prototype is so entangled in the choice to destroy the world.

Human nature is far more terrible than a virus!

"Alex! Alex ......"

Coulson's voice came from the headset, and he heard and saw that something was wrong with Mercer, and he could even clearly feel the pain, despair, hatred, and anger in Mercer's wail...... Filled with all the negativity.

Cruelly throwing it out of its mother's womb, discarding it like garbage, growing up more despicable than a wild dog, extracting blood and bone marrow from time to time, never having food for a dog in order to restrain its strength, all kinds of torture enough to kill ordinary people......

Eventually, the Black Watch drained all of its few flesh and injected the pathogen into its body, and the virus broke out......

"Director, what are we going to do?"

Coulson looked at Mercer as the blood mist cleared, his voice becoming a little helpless for the first time.

Mercer's body seems to have become a lot taller and stronger, with a height of about three and a half meters, and his streamlined figure is still the same, but it can be clearly seen that the muscle tissue has become more developed.

The giant blade on his right arm was more than two meters long, and hundreds of tentacles floated behind Mercer's back, like a pitch-black background.

Has Mercer lost his mind?

If so, Coulson thinks it will be even more terrifying than a virus outbreak.