I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

Edward took the condom from the beetle and put it on, with cold sweat on his forehead, Damn, black history, black history.

No wonder the Hibiki series is unique. Although the belt is not a transformation item, it has a system that greatly affects combat effectiveness. Their belts are hung with weapons, CD beasts, and even

Edward burst into tears. He had just transformed and was so high that he forgot about this.

"Speaking of which, it doesn't seem right. The system I outlined is a modern, refined and mature version." Edward slapped his forehead.

Damn it, forget about this

Personal food, clothing, housing, and transportation cannot affect life and death. Edward has no big requirements for this, so Edward seldom cares about good food and clothing.

Because of this, he forgot that Xiang Gui was tied to the process of "transformation", and it was a typical example that the older he got, the stronger he became.

In ancient times, ghosts transformed without destroying their clothes, and the clothes remained after the transformation. As a result, this inheritance was lost, so that modern ghosts were naked after the transformation, and had to destroy a set of clothes every time they transformed.

However, in the chain reaction of the world, the Hibiki type passed this down instead. In fact, it was based on the setting.

And coincidentally, the way Edward transformed just now was the clothes-destroying version.

Fortunately, there was no one around. Edward looked around and felt relieved when he saw that there was no one alive.

"Hong He, give me some clothes, and give me those two rings."

"Okay, sir."

The beetle throws things along the mirror world.

Edward canceled the transformation, quickly put on his clothes, and muttered in a low voice, "It's all about strengthening, the other clothes are not such a waste."

After putting on his clothes, Edward put two special plans on his fingers, "Where are they now?"

The Hydra system in the fortress itself has some external monitoring authority. Due to the lack of power, most of these systems were paralyzed, and they could only barely confirm their route.

"They passed through the base and were heading towards the venom agent laboratory. After the system was paralyzed, they did not move very fast."

In the silver-white corridor, the lights suddenly turned on, and a group of people opened the door and walked in.

"The experimental data and real products have been obtained, and there is no need to move forward." Bain said.

"There are the latest researched products there." The Mandarin raised his head slightly and said.

"I've seen the research materials for that product, and I can do it myself in less than a week."

"This is the last door." Someone interrupted the conversation between the two, "Open the door and we will arrive."

Before the person who was cracking the electronic door program could finish speaking, the machine in his hand suddenly flashed its red light and warned, "The authorization code has been passed, and the self-destruct sequence has started counting down for 5 minutes. Please evacuate the base personnel quickly."

"Self-destruct" the Mandarin and Bane shouted together.

"This is impossible. The poison gas has been released. There should be no living people in the base. Even if there are still people, the core system of the entire base is under our control. It is impossible for anyone to start self-destruction without our knowledge. The system is irreversible," the technician shouted in disbelief.

"But it did start" the Mandarin almost roared.

"Someone tried to blackmail us, but it failed. We have obtained authority, and the definition of friendly forces in the base system is us. As long as we block the exit of the base, he can't escape even if he escapes."

"Evacuate immediately" Bain turned and left.

The Mandarin glanced behind the door and punched the alloy wall, "He'd better be buried in obedience and retreat."

The Mandarin's action team withdrew from the base as quickly as possible.

Time remaining: 2 minutes and 13 seconds.

The base is divided into two parts. The surface part accounts for 90% of the total. The surface is disguised as a food processing factory. As for how to ensure that the disguise is not discovered, Hydra has many ways.

The underground part is a testing ground for some inhumane experiments, as well as a prison cage for failed products.

Standing outside the food processing factory, Bane looked at the time and said to the Mandarin, "Even if we cut off all signal contact, if they have a specific time to contact, these times are very deadly. Their reinforcements may come at any time .”

"I know." The Mandarin nodded slightly, "Aren't they going to blow up the base? Let's help them and detonate it directly. There's no need to wait."

"Plop." Inexplicable sounds of falling to the ground appeared one after another.

The Mandarin looked back, and in the blink of an eye, there was no conscious person behind him.

"It's you." The Mandarin raised his right hand and looked at Bain.

"It's not me." Bain also became vigilant. "Any fight before leaving is suicide. I'm not that stupid."

"Hey" a strange voice sounded amidst the snoring all over the floor.

"Who?" the Mandarin asked. Bain quickly rolled into the grass and crawled away quickly.

This coward shouted angrily, Lord Manchu

"It's me, it's me." A tall, thin man emerged from the bushes next to him, wearing a strange mask, painted in black and white and then three colors, and the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks are those of Monkey King for singing. Facebook, holding an unthrown banana peel in his hand, speaking Chinese Chinese

"Hey, why do you have my ring in your hand?"

"Your ring" the Mandarin replied in Chinese. He was a little confused by this inexplicable topic, but then endless hatred came to his heart. Vandal Savage's robbery of the ring left too many shadows in his heart.

He was robbed inexplicably, dragged into hell inexplicably, and it took half of his body's flesh and blood to barely escape from hell.

This matter has become a knot in his heart, a scale that cannot be touched.

Just as he was about to have a fit, the masked man shook his hand and said, "Hey, it doesn't seem too blocked. It's because our rings are the same. Hey, why do you have the same ring as me?"

The masked man asked in the tone of a very cute and innocent child

"The same ring." The Mandarin took a closer look at the slender fingers of the masked man. Even the gems and patterns were exactly the same as those on his own hand. Then he looked at himself to confirm that his ring was indeed still there. He breathed a sigh of relief and then started. Got the idea.

Since he has these two rings, does he also have the other eight rings?

Obviously the possibility is not high, but because of the resentment of losing the ring, this idea suddenly swelled out of control.

The Mandarin showed a kind smile. The Mandarin is also a person who has lived for hundreds of years. Naturally, he can see that the facial makeup is that of the Monkey King, so he said

"My ring was plucked from a fairy vine on Kunlun Mountain by the Taishang Laojun when the world was created."