I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

Matt dragged the mercenaries behind him and returned to the villa hall.

The hall of the villa is more than ten meters away from this dark passage, and there are several walls and gates separating it from the pool. It is an ideal place for interrogation, because it is likely to block the transmission of sound, preventing the mercenary from jumping out of the gun .

"Uh uh uh...….……"

The mercenary twitched like a maggot, his face turning livid from lack of oxygen.

The little Spider-Man reached out and slid through the spider web covering the mercenary's mouth and nose, otherwise this guy would definitely suffocate to death.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The mercenary gasped, sucking in the air greedily.

Peter looked at the mercenary vigilantly, squeezed his wrist lightly, and was going to gag his mouth with a cobweb if the mercenary dared to open his mouth to call for help.

The mercenary was also very intelligent and understood his current situation, so he didn't yell at will.

Matt lifted the steel rod and said in a cold voice: "Now I ask you to answer, if you make a mistake, prepare to say goodbye to yourself.

boom!

The steel rod hit the ground fiercely, and the tiles were broken into pieces and splashed!

"These children... have been underground, I can take you to find me, I just ask you to let me go!" The mercenary's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he spoke very fast, afraid to say If you slow down, you will be poked by a stick just like you were poked by a tile just now!" What did you say?

 ….What about your work ethic 717? Aren't mercenaries supposed to keep secrets from their employers?" Peter asked, his mouth twitching.

"What's up?"

The mercenary asked differently. "Compared with my life, professional ethics is worse than a piece of toilet paper!"

excellent survivor...

The corners of Peter's eyes twitched, as if the tough guys in Hollywood movies were fake! "Who are you?" Peter asked.

Not wanting to waste time, Matt cut to the chase and said, "Tell me what you know, and if I find anything wrong, I'll kick your ass!"

The mercenary was shaking with fright, his mouth looking like a string of hands. "There is a two-part laboratory underground. We are only responsible for escorting the children. As for what they are used for, we really don't know."

"Who else?"

"There is also a group of mysterious guys. They wear yellow robes and hoods all day long. You can see their faces. There are probably dozens of them."

"What about the security forces?"

"It's us, a total of thirty-two people, guarding outside the laboratory and escorting those children at the same time."

"Where are those kids? Where were they sent?"

"We just escorted the child to the back room and handed him over to the group of people in yellow clothes (cfdi). I don't know the exact location, because the boss strictly forbids us to enter the back room."

"Is there any other information?"

"No more...... If I have anything to say, the group of people in the yellow clothes today seem to be very excited, saying that it was a big success, just this batch or something.

The two asked and answered, and Matt quickly realized what was going on inside.

The first floor is a very large laboratory divided into two parts: the front end and the back end.

The front end is guarded and protected by these mercenaries, the back end is the group of fanatics he has been following for a long time, and the children who are brought here are locked up in the back of the laboratory!" I don't know.

"Gulu...you promised to keep me alive!" the mercenary swallowed and said cautiously.

"Well, I promised you."

Matt nodded blankly, "But, alas. … I lied to you."

"you!"

The mercenary's eyes were wide with anger, his face was blue and his lips were curled, as if he wanted to ask why he didn't keep his promise!

Boom! Boom! Boom

The steel rod fell and shattered the mercenary's head!

Bright red blood, mixed with the white mucus of his brain, spewed out like a fountain.

Peter was caught off guard and was splashed all over his face. The stench hit his nostrils, and the acid water in his stomach rose. He tore off his mask and sprayed it out on the spot.

"Pittttt..."

Peter almost threw up his dinner before he felt better.

"Did you throw up?"

Matt wiped the dirt off the steel bar with his hand, and then said calmly. "Ready, you can go down."

"You...why did you kill him?" Peter wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth, looked up, his young face was full of anger: "You clearly promised to let him go!"["

what………

Matt grinned and asked back. "You asked me to let him go, did you ever think that he would let those children go?"

"Yes..." Peter's pupils narrowed slightly, his mind recalled the plight of those children, his throat seemed to be constipated, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"If you think I'm doing something wrong, stay here." Matt turned away and said coldly, "Even if it's just me, I can save those kids!"

Peter bit his lip and said in a deep voice: "I don't agree with your idea, the crimes they committed will be punished by the law, not by you.

"So what?" Matt smiled in his heart: If the law were really that powerful, there wouldn't be these superheroes!

"so!"

Peter took a deep breath and put on his spider mask again, "I'm going with you for these kids, but what you're doing is absolutely wrong!"

"What a mess, come with me quickly."

Matt gives him a glare, then shakes his head [too lazy to argue with Peter about who's right and who's wrong.

The dark tunnel went down obliquely. There was no light installed, and the surroundings were pitch black, and it was impossible to see the bottom. Coupled with the heavy and oppressive atmosphere around, Peter felt that he was the jaw of a devourer! They walked in the dark.

They walked in the dark for about four or five minutes, and finally a light appeared in front of them.

Matt quickened his pace and lowered his voice: "Their lair is ahead, keep quiet, understand?"

"Don't worry, I understand!" Peter was cautious, not daring to make the slightest sound, nor daring to disturb the people inside.

After passing through the tunnel, which is what the mercenaries call the laboratory, Matt closed his eyes and sensed the environment ahead through the spiritual pressure in the air.

The front of the laboratory is not very big, only half the size of a football field. Metal passages are scattered there like spider webs, connecting the rooms where the mercenaries usually rest.

I don't know why, but it's a good thing for them.

Matt continued to expand his senses and found a metal passage. There were several similarly dressed mercenaries guarding a huge amounts of metal door. If nothing else, this door is at the back of the laboratory. These children Imprisoned here! said Matt.

"Follow me, I found the way!" Matt dropped this sentence, and the man had already left in a hurry.

"Wait a minute...we're not going to sneak in, are we? What if we're discovered?" Peter asked anxiously as he subconsciously followed behind him

"This is infiltration."

Matt emphasized a bit, pulled the steel rod from his back, and said coldly: "Just kill everyone who sees us, and it's the same as no one sees us."

"...Who did you learn from?" Peter was dumbfounded; it was the first time he had heard of such a method of "infiltration".

"A...crazy woman."

The corners of Matt's eyes twitched slightly, as if some unpleasant memory flashed in his mind. .