Recreating Cybertron in the Marvel Universe

How to do!

Cold sweat broke out on Evans' forehead. They must be looking for the USB flash drive. Once they find it, it will be the end of the two of them!

But in other words...as long as they can't find it, they won't kill themselves easily.

Maybe they really thought that they and Piccolo were just two little thieves who knew nothing, so they didn't search them immediately, but thought that the USB flash drive was put together with those belongings, but no, the USB flash drive was with them now. On your body!

But this is just a delay. Once you can't find it in the suitcase, they will still come!

Picol seemed to have figured this out. Although his mouth was blocked and he couldn't speak, he still kept whining. Evans naturally knew what he meant.

Evans could speak, but he didn't dare to speak casually in case the gangsters outside heard him, so he had to lower his head and indicate his pocket with his eyes.

The USB drive is inside.

But how can we prevent them from finding it?

Evans couldn't think of any way, but Picol seemed to have thought of it. He threw himself on the ground and faced Evans. His whole body slowly squirmed like a flesh worm. Blood soaked the bandage and left traces on the ground. A clear path of blood.

"What are you doing?" Evans was shocked.

Piccolo took two weak breaths, then pressed his mouth toward his wound.

- He wants to hide something in his wound!

Evans understood what he meant instantly!It is indeed a good place to hide things, no one would ever think of it, but...

"You're crazy!" Evans cursed in a low voice. Once the USB flash drive was inserted into his wound, not to mention the possible infection later, the excessive blood loss alone was enough to kill him, absolutely. Can't survive tomorrow!

But Picol was just laughing.

If they can't even pass this level now, how will they think about so much in the future...

Evans seemed to understand his companion's thoughts, gritted his teeth, and then pounced forward, lying on the ground as well.

He rubbed hard against a table leg and finally got the USB drive out of his pocket. Then he picked up the USB drive with his mouth and carefully placed it on Picol's wound. Then he turned around and used his hand that he could barely move. His fingers inserted the USB drive through the gap in the bandage...

Picol endured the pain and did not make a sound the whole time. When Evans finished all this, he discovered that he had actually passed out...

……

The door of the small room was pushed open violently, and the gangster wearing a floral shirt and a pointed mouth walked in angrily. The first thing he saw was Picol who was unconscious on the ground.

"what happened to him?"

"His wound is open and it hurts like hell. You'd better help him re-bandage it." Evans tried hard to control the expression on his face so as not to reveal too many flaws.

But his guess was correct. How could Flower Shirt be so kind as to listen to his words? He directly took a glass of cold water and threw it on Picol's face.

"Ahem!" Picol woke up after being choked by the cold water and coughed repeatedly.

The first time he woke up, he looked at Evans.

Evans nodded imperceptibly, so Picol was relieved and continued to pretend to have just woken up.

"Search for me!" Hua Shirt snorted coldly.

Several minions rummaged through the two men's bodies, but found nothing.

Upon seeing this, Hua Shirt pulled up a chair and sat on it. He looked down at the two of them and said, "Where are the things?"

"What?" The two looked at each other, as if they didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Don't act stupid, what I want is that USB flash drive!"

"USB flash drive? We don't know..."

Evans wanted to continue pretending to be stupid, but Flower Shirt didn't want to go around in circles with him. He directly picked up the cup in his hand before he could put it down and hit him hard on the head.

In an instant, blood was pouring from Evans' head.

"Where is the USB flash drive?" Hua Shirt asked again.

At this moment, Evans' brain was working rapidly. He had to think of a way to escape, otherwise, they might not survive tomorrow morning.

"I sold the USB flash drive!" he said. "We didn't know what was inside and didn't want to get into trouble, so we sold it to a guy we met outside the video store for a few dollars."

"Sold to who?"

"I...I don't know him!" Evans stammered, but when he saw the flowered shirt raising a cup again, he had to subconsciously find the person who had the deepest image in his mind and said: "A boy! "

"Oh? What does he look like?"

"I can't describe this well, but I can take you to find him!" Evans swallowed, "He should still be on that street..."

Hua Shirt touched the stubble on his chin, as if he was considering whether what he said was true or false. In just a moment, he had already made a decision.

"Get them in the car!" he shouted at his men: "Let's go find them!"

……

Ronan miscalculated. He thought that a loaf of bread would be enough for Ivy to fill her stomach, but he didn't expect that before Ivy had eaten half of it, she said she was full, and then returned with the remaining half of the loaf of bread. In his hands.

By the time Ronan held his belly and finished most of the bread, that's right, Ivy was hungry again!

——On purpose!

"I'm hungry! I want to eat ice cream!" Ivy pointed at the sweet shop on the roadside and said angrily.

"Then shall I buy you another loaf of bread?" Ronan looked at the price of ice cream posted on the billboard outside, and suddenly felt that bread was more delicious...

"No, I want to eat ice cream!"

"Then you can buy it yourself!" Ronan couldn't figure out what was going on with this girl. Why was she always staring at the meager bills in her pocket?

"Please, I'm protecting you!" Ivy said angrily: "It's my dinner time now, and providing food during working hours is stipulated by federal law!"

Huh?Why does this sentence sound so familiar?

Just when Ronan and the two were discussing whether to buy or not, several black cars slowly stopped just a dozen meters away from them.

"Is it him?" Flower Shirt asked.

"Yes!" Evans nodded helplessly. He actually didn't want to involve Ronan, but now that he had come to this step, he could no longer hesitate.

"Okay, let's go find him now! If you are lying to me, bang..." The flower shirt pointed his finger at his head and made a shooting gesture.

Evans naturally knew what he meant and nodded with a wry smile.

"Let's go, take them over!" Hua Shirt greeted, and asked two of his men to help Picol, who was already unable to stand up straight. He himself put a gun against Evans's waist, and after pretending, they all Got out of the car.

A considerate subordinate also covered Picol with a big black trench coat to prevent him from being noticed by patrolling police officers.