I absorb everything in the United States

The whole body is dark and sticky.

Yassen tried to move his body, but he felt tightly restrained.

"This world really doesn't leave a way for ordinary people to survive."

Yasen helplessly stretched out his index finger and thumb, pointed at the insect's intestinal wall, and fired several shots.

After being violently shot, the intestinal wall tightened violently, as if the insects were trying to crush the foreign objects in the stomach, but thanks to the hardened muscle protection, Yasen was not affected in any way.

After a while, the tightened intestines loosened, and Yassen regained the space to move freely.

Yassen stood on the soft endothelium, turned his neck to make a series of crisp sounds, and then lightly touched the stomach wall to roughly determine the direction.

"start."

I saw his two palms turning into claws, suddenly tearing apart the fragile stomach tract, and digging directly with his bare hands!

With the addition of the iron pickaxe characteristics and hardened muscles, even rock iron ore can be easily broken, let alone these flesh and blood?

The corrosive green blood spurted out, but it could not hurt Yasen at all, and even left no trace. The characteristics of the chemical protective suit that had been absorbed in the mine not only ensured his safety at this time, but also played a role in cleaning. The role of the epidermis.

In less than ten seconds, Yasen had broken through the insect's cortex, touched the thick rock and soil, and continued to the ground.

Seeing that the ground was safe, the native slid down the tree and came to the place where "Wai Bao" swept away Yasen. He tried his best to dissuade the stranger, but unfortunately he still failed.

The native sighed and was about to leave when a few gravels suddenly flew up from the ground under his right foot. He was so frightened that he immediately rolled to the grass on the other side and carefully observed the situation.

Could it be that "Wai Bao" is back?

Just as he was about to climb back up the tree, a hand full of dirt came out of the ground, like a cemetery zombie in a horror movie!

Yasen pushed open the last bit of soil with both hands, crawled out of the soil, stood still, and wiped the dust off his body.

"If you eat randomly, you will have a bad stomach one day."

Yassen looked at the ground and said to himself that the insect probably had a hole through it and would not survive long.

The natives were stunned when they saw that it was the stranger crawling out of the soil just now.

After confirming that the stranger was indeed a living person, he ran out of the grass, came to Yasen, and spoke a new word with respect: "Bangguda."

He has never seen anyone dig into the ground to survive after being swallowed by "Wai Bao"...

Then, the native jumped up to Yasen and made a series of strange movements.

After spending some time, Yassen Garcia finally understood that this native meant to lead him.

"Why don't you go back to a populated place? That's good, maybe you can leave this forest." Yasen stepped through the puddle and kept up with the pace of the natives.

……

……

S.H.I.E.L.D., the space carrier.

Per Jones was lying quietly in an empty observation room, his eyes closed, but his face was peaceful, no longer as confused and chaotic as before.

Outside the glass window was a long and narrow corridor. Phil Coulson, who was wearing a black suit, looked at Pell inside. There were scientific researchers in white coats walking back and forth around him.

"Has this prisoner's abnormal condition not been eliminated yet?" Coulson asked with a solemn expression.

"Sir, we have tried all the means in Aegis, but we can only maintain it in this state," a subordinate said. "Maybe... we may have to ask the Scarlet Witch to come over to be sure to relieve it."

"Have the wreckage of the K-2 aircraft and the escaped prisoner been found?"

"The wreckage is still being searched, and the prisoner... based on the pilot's report, we speculate that he is now hiding in the virgin forest." The subordinate replied respectfully, "Please give me the next order."

"Let Hawkeye lead several groups of task forces to search, and at the same time, recall the Scarlet Witch to SHIELD as soon as possible."

"Understood." After receiving the order, the subordinate left quickly.

Coulson looked at the glass mirror reflecting his blurry shadow, feeling that this matter was more than just a prisoner hijacking a plane to escape.

After all, he had never seen any extremely vicious criminal capture the pilot and then place him on the ground unharmed.

"Perhaps there was something hidden on board K-2 at that time."

Coulson thought, but all this requires the flight black box and the unconscious prisoner to wake up before he can draw a conclusion.

Thinking of this, Coulson sighed...

If he had been among those Quinjet fighters at that time, the scene might have been different.

……

……

In one of Hydra's fortresses.

Baron Zemo stood in front of the mirror on the high platform, carefully arranging his clothes. The flag decorated with the Hydra logo fluttered in the wind, giving people an eerie and intimidating feeling.

He looked at himself in the mirror. The dark purple hood was calm and intimidating, and the military vest on his upper body was filled with various daggers, firearms and grenades.

On the low platform behind Baron Zemo, there were neatly arranged Hydra soldiers, fully armed, waiting patiently for their commander's orders.

"Everyone, prepare to go to the location where the target last appeared." Baron Zemo came to the handrail of the high platform and looked at these uniform soldiers. "Both the living and the corpses will return here."

The soldiers in the audience were silent, because they were waiting for the password, the password that had been engraved in their bones since the first day they joined here.

"Long live Hydra!" Baron Zemo raised his arms and shouted, like a spark falling into a barrel of explosives.

"Long live Hydra!!!"

Hundreds of thousands of voices responded to him, the echoes were endless and magnificent, echoing repeatedly in the castle, attracting the attention of the gods in the sky!

……

……

Yassen Garcia followed the indigenous people, making twists and turns in the virgin forest, and finally came to the territory where he lived.

White smoke rises, and various triangular tents are set up in the forest. The fence outside is made of animal skins and branches, and the walking natives, without exception, are all wearing simple and rough animal skin clothes.

They looked at the stranger and spoke in an unfamiliar language.

Just as Yasen was thinking about how to communicate with them, a white-haired old man pushed aside the gathered natives and came to Yasen.

However, what surprised Yasen even more was what the old man was wearing on his head——

It turned out to be a pink headset.

"Hello, stranger, I am the high priest here."

The old man introduced himself like this.