"How can you feel?"

Watson said as he shook them away with a very slight force, and if this continued, the old man in the middle was about to die.

It's just that when Watson was dealing with these civilians, a faint voice with a slight sense of happiness said, "It feels pretty good (?′╰╯'?)?"

“······”

Actually, he feels good

After putting the group down, Watson retracted his dragon wings, jumped slightly, and broke through the carriage and stood on it.

When I looked down the tunnel, I saw a half-section F-22 stuck in front of the train, flames, and it didn't explode on the spot.

Originally, Watson wondered why the plane with him was missing, but he didn't expect it to get stuck directly into the tunnel.

The dragon's perception opened, sweeping the surrounding sounds and the strength of the vitality of the force, and Watson couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's good that there are no dying lives on the train, but the pilot ······"

Watson squinted at the man trapped in the cockpit, and with a sudden force under his feet, he stepped on the roof of the car into a pit.

After a few jumps, he flew down, unfurled his wings and circled in an arc under the shocked gaze of the train captain, and then slammed forward several times his speed.

Came to an abrupt halt in front of the burning warplane.

A super strong wind brought out by the dragon wings whistled through, and a scream like a ghost crying god howled in this tunnel, instantly blowing out the burning half of the fighter.

The driver looked at Watson with a confused expression, it was too exciting...

Watson smashed the cockpit with a punch and asked, "How are you?" ”

"Yes... Yes, I'm fine. ”

It was the conductor who also came down and ran to Watson and them.

"It's okay, I'll leave first, remember to call for reinforcements, there are wounded people in the train. ”

"Yes, no problem!"

The conductor pointed to the passage next to him and said, "Sir, you can get out from here, you can go directly..."

"No, there's no time. ”

Watson shook his head, and without saying a word, the big wing slammed into the top of the tunnel overhead.

A few seconds later, in the astonishment of the conductor and the driver, Watson jumped down in dismay, and then walked straight to the passage as if no one was around.

whispered: "Why is the London subway so deep..."

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A few minutes ago.

Outside Greenwich Park.

Got rid of Thor's Malekes and walked step by step to the middle of the park.

Above the sky, several huge ○ are slowly gathering towards the center point, inside either the flames of the sky, or the cold winter, or the vast starry sky.

It will take less than a few minutes for the star to converge to hit the best time slot, and the nine worlds are highly connected, and a line runs through.

At that point, the power of the ether particles will follow him and devour the Nine Realms and even the entire universe!

And at this time, the entire area around Greenwich Park has been controlled by Hydra soldiers and a group of dark elves, but anyone who comes close will be shot!

The most outrageous thing is that it was not the dark elf soldiers who shot at humans, but this group of hydras who are also humans!

In the library not far away, Jane Foster and Servig crouched cautiously on the ground, moving forward against the wall.

There was a group of people reading books leisurely before, and when Thor came, he couldn't help himself to lie on the windowsill to record the video.

Now, they are all among the corpses at the door.

"Jane, what are we going to do? it's too dangerous here!" asked Servig as he poked his head out and shrank back when he saw the two patrolling hydras.

"I don't know, the woman is gone, we can only wait here for Thor to come back. ”

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps.

"Quick, someone is attacking the outer defense line, go to support, the great darkness is coming, she must not be allowed to disturb the Dark King!"

A group of Hydra soldiers quickly ran past the door, shouting the slogan of the Dark King.

The two dark elves in the back looked at them with strange expressions, since this group of mortals came, they have behaved much more dutifully than them, and they simply want to be a dark people more than them.

But looking back, it's a little pitiful for them, they don't know the meaning of darkness...

"Huh?"

The dark elf who had reached the door suddenly stopped, looked strangely at the library door on the left, and then stabbed his companion with his elbow and walked towards the door.

At this moment, Jane and Servig, who were clinging to both sides of the gate, listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer, and beads of sweat suddenly flowed down.

It's not that they don't want to go to hidden places, it's that this library is unusually empty, and there is nowhere to hide.

Jane looked left and right, and picked up a wooden rectangular ruler from the table next to her.

Although she knew that it was definitely useless, it at least gave her a little psychological comfort.

And Servig also reached out and grabbed the stool next to him.

Soon, a strangely shaped barrel appeared in the sight of the two, and then the palm... Silver-white armour...

Jane and Servig looked at each other, took a deep breath, and strained themselves.

Suddenly!

A line of blood splattered out, and the bright blade made the two of them subconsciously squint their eyes.

The two of them vaguely saw the blade twist and sweep along the edge of the armor.

With a light groan, the big elf head rose to the sky, fell to the ground and made two "jumping" sounds.

The man with short hair, wearing B sunglasses, and dressed in real black, walked out, and now in the snow liquid, he pulled the knife in his hand and inserted the silver blade back into the scabbard.

Looking at her head on the ground, Jane suddenly felt sick to her stomach, turned around and began to retch.

As Servig was about to say something, a dark elf with a bright red mouth suddenly flew over the top of the blade's head.

Immediately afterwards, a huge black shadow jumped on him, flashed a pair of sharp claws, opened the mystery of the eight gods, and slashed at the terrified dark elves.

"Ahhhhh!!!h

Terrible screams resounded throughout the room, and in a moment the entire library was filled with a disgusting fishy smell.

Jane, who had just replied a little, turned her head to see the mosaic in that place, and instantly spit out a large rainbow, and Servig, who could not help it, also sprayed when she heard it...

"Old Wei, don't be at this time!"

"Roar, Roar, Roar, !!Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, T

The tall werewolf paused, stood up from the mosaic, and shook his paws with an angry expression.

"I'm sorry to show you that he was injured by aliens. ”

Jane leaned against the wall with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, and forced herself to ask, "Who are you?"

"The first group of the dragon clan, Blade.

He is the first group of the Dragon Clan, Lao Wei, you see that he is a werewolf. ”

As he spoke, Blade pulled out a sign from his bosom, which was engraved with a monstrous giant!