"Rose, I'm ****, you're a **** ......"

A series of curses popped out of Donnie's mouth, and he didn't repeat the curse for five minutes in a row, and even from a long distance, Rose could feel the resentment that rushed to the sky.

"Hehehe, very good, very good, you have a grudge in your heart? Are you dissatisfied? Are you disappointed in the world? As Downey gasped, Rose happily spoke meaningful words under the watchful eyes of the strange-looking staff.

When did the majestic General Ross have such a good temper?

"I'm *** ......" Donnie continued to scold, thirsty halfway, and took a bottle of drink from the store next to him, and then scolded after drinking.

Rose smiled at first, it's good to have resentment, it's good to have anger, in the end, he is young, even if he is strong, he is just a guy with strong blood, and a little guidance can pull him to his camp. Rose waited patiently, he was going to wait for Donnie to get tired of scolding and persuade him to turn the young man's gaze in other directions.

Gradually, he couldn't laugh anymore, because Donnie had been scolding, and in just a few moments, his entire family tree was scolded all over again. The old general's cheeks twitched, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Donnie, if you think about it, it was the Hulk who caused all this......"

"Rose, I'm your ancestor."

"Donnie, now only I can help you!"

"Rose, I'm your whole family."

"Donnie ......"

"Rose, I'm your daughter, I'm going to give Hulk a green hat." Downey said.

Anyway, the Hulk is green enough, so what's the point of being greener?

Rose's face was completely gloomy, monstrous anger was brewing in his heart, his majestic face was blood-red, and his neck was even more bruised. He worked all the way to the position of general, and it is not that no one has humiliated him for decades, but no one has ever used this kind of scolding of the thugs and ruffians in the market. Everyone is intrigued, vertical and horizontal, it is a battle of power and conspiracy, where is there a Donnie like this?

Little by little, Rose's patience ran out, replaced by great anger and malice, and Downey managed to provoke the veteran's anger with the most basic, common and popular trash talk. He snorted coldly, this group of superhumans, thinking that they had mastered a little flying power, they were empty-eyed, and none of them were good!

But that last sentence did make him ponder for a moment—it seemed like a good idea—no, phew, what the hell, how could I bow down to a superhuman?

Many soldiers and staff on the other end looked confused, they put down what they were holding, hugged their knees and quietly listened to Donnie's scolding, looking at Ross and Donnie on the other, their eyes became more and more weird, and more and more wrong.

I don't know why, seeing the high-ranking and powerful General Ross scolded like a grandson, there is an inexplicable ...... Readily?

"Where's your daughter, Rose? I decided, I'm going to sleep with her! There is no future with Hulk, and following me is king. Donnie scolded, and finally changed his tone, cheekily asking Rose for her daughter's location.

The tone was as normal and flat as a discussion about what to eat tonight.

Ross turned off the instrument with a gloomy face, and at the same time slammed down the button to turn off the screen, and sat in the main seat without saying a word. He can see that this Donnie is a mallet, even if this guy has done a lot of work in Gotham City and unified the gangsters, it doesn't change the essence of his mallet.

The others didn't dare to come closer, and General Ross in a fit of rage might have barked at them. It's just that they can see the excitement and excitement in each other's eyes when they look at each other, and the few people who are unhappy with Rose are even more happy.

Ross is a serious and demanding person, which makes many people dissatisfied in private.

He sat there with his brow tightly furrowed, his back to everyone, naturally unaware of their secret communication. He pondered for a long time, his face constantly changing, cloudy and uncertain, and the occasional person operating the instrument was shocked, could it be that this notorious hawkish general was going to kill Donnie?

Ross is a notoriously hard-liner and predator within the military, and he and Stryker are the most notoriously ruthless men, each in charge of different super-soldier project directions.

Rose touched his beard, as if he had made a difficult decision, and slowly turned around, a little hesitant, a little hesitant, he called his adjutant and asked tentatively, "Where is Betty now?" ”

"Huh?" The adjutant was stunned on the spot.

……

A dozen soldiers looked at Donnie with adoring eyes. They have been in a closed barracks for a long time, and they don't know much about Donnie's situation, so naturally they didn't recognize this superpower who has been in the limelight for the first time, but they only heard about it in their chats with each other. Ross took a bite of "Donnie", which naturally made them suddenly realize, and they were in a cold sweat, it turned out that the powerful person in front of them was a mechanic.

Mechanic Downey, high on the list of high-risk personnel of the NYPD and the local military.

Privately, there is a saying that quietly circulates that whoever goes to war with Donnie in a high-tech city is sick in the brain.

A person who dares to scold Rose has no temper, and it is really extraordinary.

"Hey, where's Rose's old dog? Was I really scolded for sudden death? A general, just this bit of the city, looks like a premature death. Downey slapped the silent walkie-talkie and sneered, ignoring the fact that Rose was over fifty.

To say that early death is early death, and it's a big deal that Donnie finds a chance to kill Rose.

A smelling lizard man came all the way to eat, he thought there was a lot of food here, looking at these dozen sturdy people, he couldn't help but drool, but the next second he was held down by the contemplative Donnie, and sat on top of him, falling into deeper contemplation.

The lizardman screamed and struggled violently, and Donnie simply grabbed him by the neck and pressed his head to the ground.

"This person can still recover, just bring it back and inject drugs......" one of the young soldiers whispered, unable to stand it.

"Recovered? Are you sure? Downey smiled disdainfully, a living genetically mutated species, if the military herd of animals were not dragged back to the dissection experiment, Downey would write his name upside down.

"Why do you soldiers have to catch them with tranquilizer guns and stun guns, when you can recover lizardmen in a matter of minutes with spray-based medicine? Wouldn't it be better to switch to an antidote bullet to attack on the spot? Donnie said coldly.

The morale of the soldiers was stagnant. It's not that no one thought about it, it's just that they don't want to think in this direction, especially the sergeant, who even knows why the higher authorities asked them to be captured alive.

If you catch it, there is almost no possibility of putting it back. They are all lizardmen, who can tell which one is their former family and friends? What can the military do if your family and friends are killed and eaten by the lizardmen?

These lizardmen are experimental materials that fall from the sky.