In Marvel, people are slime

boom--!

Huge crashes and harsh tire friction sounds continued to ring out, and the poor bright yellow sports car became a small boat swaying from side to side in the waves, being attacked without any power to resist.

The people in the car were in such turmoil that they could only hold each other tightly and wait in fear for the arrival of despair.

After all, they were just two frail, weak, and helpless girls. Facing the threat of four or five cars, and the possibility of more than a dozen people in the cars, what could a burly man do?

Finally, the yellow sports car was completely stuck and had to stop on the road.

Several big men in suits got out of the black car, knocked on the sports car, and signaled the two girls to get out.

In the dark window of the car behind them, several cold gun muzzles appeared.

Boom!Boom!Boom! ...

Seeing no movement in the sports car, the gangster knocked on the window with increasing impatience.

The yellow iron shell blocked the girl and the gangsters, and the man's tall body dangling outside the car window brought a huge sense of oppression - fear grew and spread in people's hearts, just like in the primeval forest, outside the dilapidated cabin, there were a few terrifying wild beasts wandering around.

The thin iron sheet of the sports car was the two girls' last resort.

But how long can this layer of iron protect them?

Ten seconds? Or twenty seconds?

A sports car is not a tank after all. The seemingly solid iron sheet is actually very fragile. When hit by a bullet, it is no stronger than wood...harder...?

Ta... click da...

Countless metal particles collided with each other, gathering into a crisp flowing sound, and a tall steel body rose from the ground at the position of the yellow sports car.

"F---"

The huge, terrifying shadow made the burly man in the suit's "Fuck" tremble.

Extra 69. Alice Chapter-31-Don't worry, ladies are not allowed to eat people (Edited)

The sun hung on the edge of the horizon, and the dim sunlight cast straight shadows on the neat buildings.

In the Yingtian family manor, a small group of uninvited guests in camouflage uniforms were lurking in the dense bushes.

The leader was a large man with his face covered. He crouched low, pressed against the bushes, and scanned the yard in front of him with his sparkling eyes, not missing any details.

According to Takeyoshi Koichi's plan, at this time, Hironari Eida had already withdrawn most of the people around him to deal with the group of attackers exposed by Seiki Eida.

The information obtained from the informant also showed that since the end of the banquet, Hiroshige Yingtian has been staying in this yard, and only a few maids have entered and left during this period.

Therefore, there were only five or six people at most in this not-too-big-sized yard at this moment.

On my side...

The leader turned his head and glanced at his teammates - there were twelve of them, each of them carrying a submachine gun and at least six magazines.

Logically speaking, this is an action that is almost certain to succeed, and the only thing that should be considered is how to get away after success and how to completely conceal one's tracks.

However, the masked leader always had a vague feeling of discomfort in his heart.

The yard was so quiet that it was almost eerie. No one went in or out of the door. The shrubs were lush and the cherry trees were tall, but no sound of small animals could be heard. Even the sound of the wind and the breathing of teammates were very faint, as if the air was solidified.

Also, this time the lurking was too smooth, and there were no accidents along the way.

Even though the staff had been transferred, they themselves were well-trained and experienced people, so it all made sense.

and many more……

The leader raised his head vigilantly and stared at the gate of the yard.

In the shadow over there, it seemed like something twisted flashed by just now?

Have it?

...It must be an illusion?

Where the sight was locked, on one side of the gate, the shadows there seemed to be thicker than elsewhere.

"Did you see anything?"

The leader asked the people around him in a low voice, his voice as weak as a mosquito's buzz.

"No."

The subordinate's answer was very straightforward, which made the leader even more uncomfortable.

For no apparent reason, I feel uneasy deep down in my heart... The last time I had this feeling was on the battlefield in West Asia.

A shell fired from a tank passed by him and turned the car behind him and the five teammates on board into debris.

He was lucky that time, and only his face was disfigured by shrapnel...

An ominous premonition kept lingering in the leader's mind.

But the goal is right in front of us, so close that there is no reason to retreat.

Whether to take action or not is not up to him, and it never has been his decision.

The man waved his hand, and his men, having received the order, took action and began to invade the yard in an orderly manner.

More than a dozen people took turns to provide cover, using tactical moves with great skill, and with the help of shelters everywhere, they quietly passed through the gate, crossed the wall, and quickly found new shelters in the yard. The whole process was so quiet that it seemed like a pantomime.

The yard was empty, no ambush, no maid, and no target.

This courtyard, which was clearly inhabited, looked deserted and cold in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

The leader squatted in a corner, frowning, holding the radio at his ear, his voice a little dry.

"Divide into three groups. One group will guard the main gate, while the others will search for the target. We don't have much time. Act immediately! Keep the communication open and report any problems you encounter!"

This is someone else's base camp. You never know if you will be surrounded by countless people in the next moment, and you don't know what kind of cards others are hiding in their hands. Every extra second of delay is a huge risk.

The defensive forces that have been transferred away may come back at any time.

"Yes."

The twelve people were divided into groups of four. One group guarded the gate, while the other two searched deeper into the courtyard in different directions. Two people were on guard, and two people were moving forward. They moved forward alternately and soon disappeared into the building.

The leader led a group of people into the house on the far left.

There was a long corridor in front of me. I checked three rooms in a row, but they were all empty...

unlucky!

The masked man closed the door, looked at the corner at the end of the corridor, wrinkled his nose and took a breath.

I don't know how many more rooms there are at the back.

And at some point, a faint musky scent appeared in the air.

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the wireless headphones.

Rustle…rustle…

First there was a sound of snowflakes disturbing the communication signal, and then a slight hissing sound.

Uh... Gulp... Gulp...

Then it turned into a familiar bubbling sound... just like the sound when a dagger was stabbed into someone's throat, and the dying person wanted to shout loudly, but his trachea was blocked by blood.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out from the man's forehead, running down his pale face and wetting the black mask.

"What's going on? Who made that noise?!"

He lowered his voice and asked fiercely in the communication channel.

"...Sha...Captain...Shasha...Enter the field...Sha...Miss you...Shasha..."

"Swish..."

The man couldn't hear clearly and wanted to ask, but the sound of snowflakes completely drowned out the earphones and he couldn't hear anything.

"idiot!"

The leader gritted his teeth and swallowed the curse.

He turned his head and looked at the three men around him - they were also a little uneasy, but they seemed much calmer than himself, and there was even some hidden mockery in their eyes.

Are you laughing at me? My face looks ugly?

The man's eyes suddenly became much darker, but he didn't realize that he was still wearing a mask.

The three men looked at each other in confusion... Is the captain acting a little weird?

Around the corner ahead, something seemed to move.

At the leader's signal, one person stepped forward cautiously...

“Wow…Wow…”

Suddenly, a sound like a baby crying was heard under my feet.

Under your feet... ?

The four men felt scared, and the man who was checking was so angry that his blood boiled. He quickly turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet was fired only by millimeters!

“Wow—waa ...

Facing the muzzle of the gun was a white Japanese rural cat with its fur standing on end in the corner.

The white cat seemed to be frightened by the stranger. It hunched its back exaggeratedly and stared at the person with a pair of hateful brown-red vertical pupils. It kept making "wa-wa-wa" sounds in its throat, which were as unpleasant and harsh as a baby's howl.

While several people breathed a sigh of relief, the shame of being teased surged into their hearts, and even more so a feeling of annoyance and anger at their own cowardice.

So, the man standing at the corner kicked the white cat hard. The cat screamed and jumped out, disappearing into the darkness at the far end of the corridor.

The leader waved to his subordinate, signaling him to return to the team.

The man turned around, but did not move. He stared at the captain and his two teammates. His eyeballs were trembling and moving strangely in his exaggeratedly wide eye sockets. The muzzle of the gun also moved up a little bit, pointing at them.

In the dimly lit corridor, a shadow covered half of the man's face, cutting it diagonally into the yin and yang sides.

"You bastard! Do you know that you are..."

The leader felt a chill in his heart and cursed angrily, but...

“Wow…Wow…”

A soft, thin sound, like a baby crying, came from behind him, like a wet worm sliding into his ear canal.