Meiman's eldest son of God

Chapter 31 Young People

"Unstoppable!" accompanied by the cry of the Light Archon.A powerful plasma lightning shock wave rushed outside the house.Ordinary vehicles and walls have no way to withstand this powerful energy impact.

This is not an ordinary attack, this is the power obtained at the expense of two Light Templar warriors.

Every protoss warrior is the most precious resource of the protoss. They are more important than anything else.Even those fanatics who rush to the front of the battlefield also have teleportation devices.

Because of racial fertility and other factors, the population of protoss has never been as large as expected.

Protoss mostly relies on high-tech equipment such as drones to fight.For example, sentry robots or aircraft carrier drone swarms.

It's just that the light emitted by the light archon in front of him is not the kind of blue and white light.But it was bloody red.

Like a bright archon emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

This was not the first time Mark saw the Light Archon. He had encountered these powerful warriors before when fighting Amon.But the Archon in front of him gave Mark a really weird feeling.

"This is the fusion of two of my most loyal subordinates. Now he has a new name. Nadu." Eamon's voice sounded again.

Mark did not respond to Eamon's words, but followed Nadu and rushed outside.

Mark wants to escape from here as quickly as possible. As for the Light Archon... If those two guys take action in this world, they may be able to suppress it. Even if others can be hurt, it is definitely not fatal.

Just like the springtails before, Mark could obviously clean them all out, but Mark didn't have the skills and he wasn't one of his own men.

"Archbishop Mark, we are about to teleport, please stay with me, I will protect you."

"What?" Mark's face was full of black question marks, what the hell is the Archbishop?Mark can accept other titles, but he cannot accept this title!

But now is not the time to talk about these things. With a flash of white light, Mark and Nadu were teleported to a place dozens of kilometers away.

Nadu, who was still shining brightly, became sluggish, as if there was a lack of power.

"I need to return to rest, Archbishop. Please pay attention to your safety. Entaroamon."

Another teleportation, and Nadu disappeared.

If it weren't for the last sentence, Mark would have thought he was seeing the soldiers he once knew!

such a pity……

In the Mark Villa in New York.

Mark was away during this time, and Mark’s phone was turned off.The young reporter was quite worried about Mark.What happened before has been extremely hyped.

After all, paper cannot cover the fire. There are too many witnesses. Even if Hydra wants to suppress it, it is impossible.

So at this time, Hydra began to guide the direction of public opinion.Blame everything on those two police officers and the New York General Bureau.

The New York Police Department, which originally had an average reputation, is now in an even worse situation.

Mark's phone has been unreachable, and the New York Police Department is going crazy. All kinds of conspiracy theories are coming out when the person involved is not there.

It is more practical to hope that rumors will stop among the wise, or that money will fall from the sky.In this world where people are entertained to death and the Internet is everywhere, everyone hides behind the keyboard and acts as the superhero they think they are.

Especially in this world, there are constantly strict requirements for the superheroes of this world.Completely forgetting who risked their lives to protect this city.

When rice is promoted, rice is favored, and rice is hated by enemies.This sentence is probably the best explanation!

"The sky that looks up is the sky of Tyran..." This famous satellite lighting song in the interstellar world was also covered by Mark himself and brought into the world of Marvel, and now it has become Mark's mobile phone ringtone.

"Which one?"

"Mark, where have you been? Why can't you get through the phone during this time? Are you imprisoned?"

A series of questions made Mark feel a little overwhelmed.What is this?But Mark recognized the caller as young reporter Yirel.

"I said my big reporter, I'm fine, don't be so anxious, okay? How about we find a place to have a meal and let's talk slowly." Mark said, touching his hungry stomach.

"Chinatown, Orange Cat Cousin Hotpot Restaurant." The young reporter reported an address and then hung up.

Mark smiled and took the little reporter there once. The little reporter remembered the name of the hot pot restaurant. It was really...

Sure enough, no one can resist the power of hot pot.

Orange Cat Cousin Hot Pot Restaurant.

The boss who is known to others as his little cousin is a fat man like an orange cat.When I was ten years old, I followed my parents to open this hot pot restaurant in Chinatown.

Because the taste has always been great, it has been taken care of by many regular customers.

Guests bring guests, like a snowball.The business has grown, but the boss still does the errands himself.

Have a drink with familiar old customers from time to time.

It can be said that he is a very friendly boss.

"Cousin, spicy hot pot, don't fool people with that dish. I want Sichuan dripping! I want Ba Shi dripping." Mark, who was sitting in this seat, shouted to the boss.

The boss also smiled when he heard the hometown dialect.Although he has lived in the United States since he was a teenager, his parents still like to speak dialects.Nothing has changed, which makes people feel at ease.

In a foreign country, a word from home is probably the best comfort!

Waiting for the pot to be served, Mark looked at the little reporter who looked like a monster in front of him and said: "What's wrong? Don't you like to make sauce? And don't you buy some milk tea or something? Don't blame me if you get spicy by then. !Hahaha."

Thinking of the way the little reporter was fucked last time, Mark just wanted to laugh.

"Bang! I am no longer the same person as before! I went to a Sichuan restaurant before and ate the authentic General Tso's chicken there. I will never be the same as last time!" Yirel said with confidence.

Mark didn't hit her. Something like General Tso's chicken...Chinese food?Do not make jokes.

"Come on! Eat well." The boss came to the two of them with hot pot.

…

"Water! Give me water! No...I want milk...haha!" The little reporter stuck out his little tongue and looked at Mark with red eyes.

Mark didn't move and smiled, looking at her embarrassment.

"Young man, you are still too young." Mark said, taking a piece of tripe from the pot.

But as soon as I put it in my mouth...

So the two foreigners drank milk with red eyes.

The boss who was doing the accounting at the counter looked at the situation over there and said with a smile: "Young man."

Two more last week and one this week…