"Called! That's great!"

The people of Jin Kezhai's survival team exclaimed depressing cheers. After all, in the end, the existence of generators is simply a magical tool.

The observatory originally had its own backup generator, but the hail and rainfall have been constant for a long time, causing the basement to enter water without anyone knowing it, and the original one was reimbursed.

Thanks to Thomas bringing back a new generator last night, although it's too much less power, now it's enough to have electricity.

After leaving the generator and fuel for everyone, the man left alone, perhaps for everyone to find hope for the future. In short, every survivor is full of favor for such a capable and selfless person.

The children went to watch the cartoon disc again, while Halle sat on the other side with old Mike and Russian aunts and other in charge, watching a small car-mounted TV that was dismantled. It was Channel 52, which is now replaying the brief battle between Gidora and Raton.

"I don't know when this TV station came out, but I think all of them seem to have a bad mind."

Old Mike was holding a cigarette, and a wrinkled face showed a wry smile, and he pointed his temples with his fingers:

"To analyze the battle between these two flying monsters today, they actually connected to some yo-yo experts on the off-field sidelines. How could this be done?"

The replayed picture shows two giant beasts tearing up the sea. Without saying anything else, people don’t even know how the camera was captured.

But now it is the end of the world, and there is only one channel to obtain external news. You can choose, but the only option is to watch or not to watch Channel 52.

If you want to watch it, then you have to watch what the other person plays.

The Russian aunt's attention was not on the monsters. She kept watching the children. She watched cartoons on another big TV while sitting in small benches. She was very happy, as if she was watching the hope of human beings:

"I'm just a woman and have no opinion on these monsters. As long as I can live, it's fine. What experts do you care about the TV station hire?"

"Oh, you woman." Old Mike raised his hand to surrender.

"By the way, I'm also a yo-yo expert, and I'm good at playing sword jade." Harley smiled and smoked. Others might not have noticed it, but she sat on the monster's tail when she saw the invisible death knell and waved to her: "In fact, air combat is really related to these games, which is the mutual transformation of height and potential energy, but it has no direct connection with us."

"It's right." The doctor in the health care room stood aside, looking at the monster on the TV made her feel a little disgusted: "I just hope that the three-headed dragon in flight will not come to San Diego now."

"I hope, hehe." Harley knew that the other party would definitely not come back. After all, the death knell was on the tail, but she still didn't say it.

Leaving a little fear for people is also a necessary condition for observation.

But Mitang found the Gitorah he wanted, and was he about to leave? Next, should he play alone or find his besties to play together?

Gidora's flight speed is actually not slow. After all, he is a cosmic monster. If he flies slowly, he may not die on the way to travel in space.

But it does not fly well now, but continues to make waves and destroy them during the flight.

Generally speaking, monsters have no interest in human cities, humans themselves, flowers, plants and other things.

Wherever they go, the collateral damage they cause is purely a real unintentional mistake, without any malice, and can only blame the victim for being too weak and the house is too unsolid.

But Ghidora is different. It is a natural bad species, and its biggest hobby is to cause destruction.

It is obviously far from the coastline, and there is no nuclear waste in the small town by the sea, which can be eaten, but when it sees the city, it will make trouble, and flap its tsunami with its wings, destroy the city, and kill all the people, and then it will be happy.

No one knows what it is thinking, but probably it's as fun as a child peeing into an ant hole.

It has three heads, and these three heads have independent thinking, so they all take turns playing, or it can be said that they are not enough to play at all.

Su Ming sat on its tail and saw that it didn't stop all the way. After a large-scale subtropical storm was launched, it took hail lightning and tsunami to find places to do it.

On the way, I encountered a small island in the South Pacific. There were hundreds of indigenous fishermen on the island. They flew over and submerged the island with tsunamis.

When he saw the sailing boat, he didn't care about the number of people on the boat, but he had to descend and scratch it with his claws to make the boat capsized in the snowstorm.

At this time it was landing in Australia, and the sailboat-like white theater was blown into the sky with a slightning breath. Seeing the people in the city crying in pain but helpless in the tsunami, it screamed happily.

In the darkness, its body was entangled with golden light, and its three heads spewed the breath of electric current towards the dark clouds in the sky, with a pathological crazy breath.

But in Su Ming

"It looks like a husky that broke up the house."

The speechless mercenary touched the strangled head and sat cross-legged on the monster's tail:

"If it breaks something, it will be yelling happily for a while, then look around for a while, and then break something. This cycle can only be repeated in this year of the monkey and horse month before it can be found in Godzilla?"

"Yeah"

The strangle almost laughed to death. Yes, for the people in that city, Gidora was indeed a terrifying doomsday. Its every move was accompanied by strong winds and tsunamis. The sky changed color, and lightning continued to fall, blowing a large area of ​​charred black.

People fell down like weeds in front of monsters, but within a few minutes of landing, the number of casualties rushed to 100,000.

But for itself and the host, its ability is not a threat at all, but looks very cute, just like seeing a puppy breaking a kennel.

You are the strongest symbiosis. The enemies you face always want to rewrite reality and destroy the multiverse. A little monster on your side can't even destroy Sydney for a long time. It's so cute.

"Strike it, help it, we'll speed it up."

Su obviously did not object to the descendants of this monster who tormented the sinners. He didn't even care much about Da Ying, so how could he care about such a place where Da Ying exiled criminals in the past?

Even if all the people here die, he doesn't care. He just wants Gitora to set off quickly now.

"Yeah!"

The strangled agreed and then spit out phlegm into the city. So you can see those surviving people falling down with their necks covered and being washed away by the sea water rolling with green bubbles. The buildings that touched the green sea water were soon corroded and collapsed.

After devouring many chrysanthemum beasts, strangled once again gained a new ability, which is silicon-based saliva that is highly corrosive and toxic.

Whether it is in contact with air or sea water, this body fluid will become a deadly strong acid venom, which may not be useful against cosmic enemies, but it will definitely be useful to clear miscellaneous soldiers.

Now, the people are all dead and the city is gone. Can monsters continue to rush?

This is called playing other people's games, leaving others with no need to play.
Chapter completed!