"It should be this way, damn, how many times have we walked this broken road?"

The American colonel led a large group of zombies and stormed into the basement with great vigour. As soon as they entered, they were struck by the sight before them: in the basement, a dozen robots were smashing a pile of metal shards wantonly, making a deafening crashing sound.

"It's... What about people?! I ask you! Hercules was stunned for a while, and then grabbed the American colonel's collar and yelled.

They spent their old noses fighting all the way to this place, just to eat two mouthfuls of meat, but now let alone meat, even a single hair can be seen.

No matter how much he respects Steve on weekdays, he will definitely not be able to bear such an incompetent leader at this time.

The American colonel hesitated for half a second, then pushed the Greek zombie away and scolded: "Didn't I say that? They... They must have teleported away before we came, quick! Stop those robots! ”

The angry zombies pounced on it, tearing the robot open with their claws, grinding their teeth against the metal skull, venting their hunger with hatred.

Soon the dozen or so Doom robots were dismantled into pieces, and the smell of burnt circuits filled the room.

It's just that the parts of the teleporter have already broken after the teleportation is completed, and what the Doom robot did just now is just cleaning up the final mess.

"So what's going on now? Can this thing still be used? ”

Hercules picked up a metal part on the ground, touched his head and muttered.

"Nonsense...... What's that on the wall? ”

Just as Colonel America touched the Book of Death on the wall, a floor suddenly rose in the center of the room, and a green holographic projection appeared above the floor, revealing the image of Doctor Doom.

Doom in the hologram sneered straight ahead, his voice full of mockery and disdain.

"Stupid zombies, you're too late! The fresh meat you craved had been safely transported away by Doom, and the teleporter had been destroyed by me! ”

From the way he held his head high, it could be seen that even if he wasn't here at this time, he was still enjoying the defeat of the zombies in the basement.

The American colonel could no longer control his emotions, and his fangs gurgled with a mouthful of fangs, and then he let out an earth-shattering roar: "Ah—————— Doom————"

With his roar, he raised the shield in his hand and threw it violently at the floor beneath the hologram, the shield colliding violently with the tiles with a crisp crashing sound.

As the tiles shattered, the hologram began to fade away, and the image of the enemy he was angry with gradually dissipated into thin air, eventually disappearing completely.

"Hmph, what are you?"

He turned and pulled the gray book off the wall, and the thing seemed to blink just now.

"Don't eat me! Don't eat me! The Book of Death's already crumpled face was now huddled together, praying frantically.

Looking up and down, the American colonel said in disgust: "A broken book... The taste of the dead is as bad as, why am I eating your skin that has expired for I don't know how many years? ”

“......”

The book was silent for a long time before it asked with difficulty, "What do you mean... You won't eat me? ”

"But you can also try."

"Huh?"

The zombie in the Star-Spangled Banner tore off half of the page and stuffed it into his mouth, the paper hissed in his mouth, he chewed it twice, and then gulped it out vigorously.

The paper ball is spit out along with the saliva and falls to the ground.

"It's unpalatable."

The American colonel's attention was still focused on the book in his hand, and suddenly, he felt another piece of floor rise behind him, and when he turned his head, there seemed to be a faint dripping sound from under the floor.

Hercules, who was beside him, scratched his scalp and asked curiously, "What is that?" ”

He walked over to the floor and took a closer look. He looked down, his eyes widened, and he saw a green countdown mechanism underneath, and he muttered to himself in confusion, "Hey... Steve, this thing is..."

Around Fort Dom, there was silence.

Suddenly, the ground began to fission, bulging. The stone and soil were squeezed and deformed by some kind of shock wave, forming countless cracks that spread rapidly.

Flames engulfed the castle in an instant, roof tiles flew through the air and turned to ashes, and marble statues made by the world's top carvers melted into a viscous liquid and then lifted off.

In the place where Fort Doom was originally located, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

......

......

Hank sat at the dining table, dressed in a dirty Ant-Man red uniform, with a relaxed tune blowing out of his mouth, looking very cheerful, with a knife and fork in his hand, elegantly cutting a piece of raw meat.

The teeth gently bite the fresh meat, followed by a small chewing sound. The freshly cut tender meat is gradually grated in his mouth, slowly releasing its deliciousness.

Juice slid from the corners of his mouth, wetting his chin, and the corners of his mouth began to mumble to himself.

"Hmph... Latovellia? ”

"Do these idiots really think they're going to be able to bargain there? It should be obvious from the space carrier that they are not easy to deal with......"

"It's a good thing I didn't go twice, there are still a lot of survivors on the ground to find, why do you have to gnaw on those few pieces of flesh and hard bones? But it's just right, no one grabs meat with us. ”

At this moment, Hank was completely unaware of it, and several screws behind his back quietly began to float, farther and farther away from the ground.

At first, they trembled slightly, as if they were attracted by some mysterious power. As the strength increases, the screws begin to slowly rise, leaving their fixed positions and suspended in mid-air.

A faint glow flickered on their surface, shining like a faint arc of electricity. They seem to be driven by some supernatural force, floating quietly in the air behind Hank.

However, Hank still revels in the deliciousness of fresh meat, unaware of what is behind it. He continues to enjoy the satisfaction that comes with every bite of food.

"Whoosh-"

The screws flew out like arrows, suffocating fast, directly piercing Ant-Man's brain, and his head instantly opened a big hole, splashing red and white things everywhere.

Then the little ones didn't stop there, they came around a corner and swirled back and repeatedly swirled and slammed into the rest of Hank's head, as if they were carrying out some kind of cold command.

After a dozen seconds, the screws stopped, and in a turn they slammed into the wall, stuck on them, leaving only drops of blood dripping from them.

A silver-haired man wearing a purple helmet, purple tights, and a cloak walked in.

He was tall and straight, glanced at Ant-Man's corpse, walked deeper into the room and said slowly: "It's really miserable, how could the king of a country fall into such a situation?" ”

"Those monsters left our city, and I took the opportunity to go out to search for survivors, but I didn't expect to find out that this pervert tied you up and hid here."

“...... Are you still alive? I've never said that, and I don't really want to say it, but ......"

"We've got to save the world."

In the gloomy room, the black man with only one leg was tied to a metal table, pale and haggard, but his eyelids finally twitched slightly when he heard the sound in his ears.