"Damn it, get me out of this car!"

Mr. Horrified, who was stuck in his seat, roared loudly, his voice filled with anger and impatience. The driver next to him was unfortunately pierced in the throat by a flying pendant and was already out of breath.

What a useless thing!

Mr. Disgust touched the diamond-shaped red flake on his forehead, pressed the opening on his face that was slowly healing, and cursed in his heart.

He ran around, dug the saber-toothed tiger that had been cut into dozens of pieces by Wolverine, and sewed them together to create an army of clones.

I thought that this group of guys could become a big thing, but who would have thought that now they can't even do a small thing like running away by car, it's really useless.

Looks like we're going to have to get a better batch of slaves in the future, he snorted and pushed two more airbags that popped in front of him, but the thing didn't move with the crooked door.

"Spare your life. Spare your life."

"Go and kill the horror in the car, isn't he the mastermind? I'm just a clone, ho, uh-"

"Mom!"

Screams and the sound of flesh being cut outside the car were constant, as if it were a symphony of horrors from hell. Every scream was like the cry of a soul tormented by the devil, filled with extreme pain and despair.

Even though the dust and wind in the desert almost obscured everything, the sounds were still harsh.

At the same time, the gunfire rang out loudly, and the horror could almost imagine the bullets whistling through the air outside, stirring up clouds of dust, and the melee became more and more violent.

Half a minute later, as a blood-red liquid splashed on the car glass, everything outside fell silent, and Mr. Horror was so frightened that he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Syllable!

A huge force directly pulled the car door on his side, and then a hand reached in and pulled out the still somewhat frightened horror and threw it on the sand, causing him to eat several bites of sand.

"Bah, cough, you're the bitch they said you were raised." Mr. Disgust spat out a few mouthfuls of yellow sand, his words with strong disdain and mockery, but before he could finish speaking, he suddenly coughed, and the yellow sand in his mouth seemed to stick to his throat.

He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and prepared to continue scolding the street, but the remaining half of the words were stuck directly in his throat and could not make a sound.

A large group of macho men in golden power armor were pointing dozens of large guns with muzzles larger than his eyeballs at the diamond-shaped red plate on his head, looking at the smoke from the muzzles, it was obvious that they had just done a lot of killing.

In the middle of the group, it was a black-haired man who looked at him with a smile, and for some reason, he shuddered violently when he saw the smile on the corner of the man's mouth in front of him.

A bad premonition welled up in his heart, no less than the scene when he first saw the apocalypse, and the creepy feeling came again.

With a flick of his eye, the clever Dr. Nathaniel immediately found a solution to the current crisis in his brain, and he threw himself to the ground and shouted:

"Ahem, great slayer of the Badlands, the destroyer of the Great Emperor, you are truly a glorious emperor. I have heard of your legend, your fame is alive and well in those dark corners, and that you are the true ruler of our world."

Mr. Disgust said with a flattering face, his tone was full of flattery and flattery, and seeing that the white night in front of him did not seem to have the intention of refutating, he said even harder:

"From the Hulklands to the Lizard Kingdom, your evil... The good name is known to everyone, and every evil man trembles at the mention of your great deeds. Your path to victory is like a raging storm, with arrogant tyrants, cunning and vicious warlords, and countless gangs that bully the weak."

"Your name represents victory and justice, and every time you appear is the end of evil. Please forgive me for my offense, I just want to survive and don't dare to have the slightest disdain. ”

"As long as you are kind enough to let me go, I am willing to give everything, whether it is resources or information, I am willing to serve you!"

In the end, he even prostrated himself on the ground and looked at the white night with teary eyes, his voice trembling and full of despair and pleading.

Suddenly, Bai Ye applauded, and even the people around him applauded, and the loud applause echoed in this desert. This was beyond the surprise of Mr. Disgust, who was at a loss for a moment, and his face was full of tears.

Could it be that his words are so inspiring?

"He's so good, he's really too good." Bai Ye clapped his hands twice again, pointed at Mr. Disgust and said to the people around him.

Hearing this, Mr. Disgust felt a burst of joy in his heart, maybe his flattering words played a certain role? He may have managed to impress White Night, or at least make some kind of good impression on him.

That's good, that's good.

At the beginning, he stood out under the hands of the apocalypse a man who could speak and praise, and he was very satisfied with the mutant king of En Shabanur, and his status naturally rose.

But now I don't want to be a master, or power technology or anything, as long as I can survive.

Over the years, Mr. Horror himself has consciously avoided eating the toxins added to the Red Skull, but the inhibitors that spread in the water eventually affected him to a greater or lesser extent.

His mutant abilities began to become unstable and fragile, and fifty years ago, he was absolutely confident that he would be able to kill him from here with telekinesis and telepathy.

But now times have changed, and mutants are no longer something to be seen and feared, just a group of yesterday's yellow flowers.

"If you're satisfied, sir."

Mr. Horror lowered his head even more humblely, full of obedience and respect.

Prudence and deference at this moment are the only way out for him, and he must do everything possible to win the trust of the person in front of him, even if it means that he must let go of his dignity and self-esteem.

In this harsh wasteland world, survival is all that matters.

Bai Ye just looked at Mr. Disgust with a smile, and then said softly: "But ah, I still have to borrow you something to use, you must not be stingy." ”

"That's nature, that's nature!"

The latter nodded hurriedly, it would be good to mention the conditions, he was still afraid that this person would not mention the conditions.

"I don't know. What are you going to lend me? Mr. Horror suddenly thought of something, raised his head to look at Bai Ye and asked timidly.

"Huh. That's what you said. Bai Ye smiled, and then beckoned.

Out of the crowd came a beautiful woman with blond hair and blue lip gloss, who also smiled as she walked towards Mr. Disgust, but not with a look at a person, but with an object that was about to arrive.

Mr. Disgust's face immediately changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "Frost? You-"

However, before he could finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly turned black and he lost consciousness.

(End of chapter)