Meiman: I raised a demon to rub the purple potato monster

Colson was discussing with Egger what to have for afternoon tea. Although it was difficult, there was still a sense of ritual.

Oh, neither of them are British. It's okay. In a place like this, you can only have fun in misery.

"There are still some eggs. How about some egg sandwiches?"

Coulson asked someone to look at the supply bag. There was very little left in it. Of course, why there were eggs was a metaphysical question.

"Are you sure five eggs are enough for so many people? And yours can only make burgers."

Iger held up a bag of buns and told Coulson that he didn't know how to make a sandwich out of it, especially without lettuce.

"Then let's make a burger, just without the steak, but it doesn't matter, that's cool."

In fact, they were not in the habit of drinking afternoon tea, but such an intensive search forced them to have extra meals, otherwise their bodies would be seriously damaged.

"Boss, are we really going to announce Stark's death tomorrow?"

The team was all staring at him, if Stark was declared dead it meant they really didn't need to search.

"It should be, but if we don't search, others will search too. After all, what does that sentence say, Egg."

"Live to see people, die to see corpses."

Egg made up for him, and he patted the big dog under him. It would be good to go home tomorrow. Then he could buy a large amount of Stark Industries stock and wait for the appreciation.

It makes me happy to think about it. When the time comes, my pet store will be able to expand, at least twice as much, and I can buy all the pets that I didn't dare to buy before.

He thought for a while, even if there were monsters, it would not affect him from raising half-monsters. There were so many monsters under the Purple Sweet Potato Monster, and he only had a few monsters. It was too low, and he had to raise tens of thousands of half-monsters to make up for it.

Just when everyone was discussing how to go home tomorrow, a team member rushed over.

"There is a huge energy fluctuation, two kilometers away from us."

Coulson was shocked. Could such a large energy fluctuation be caused by Stark?

"gogogo! Maybe we can find him."

Although they were complaining about something, the team members all quickly followed the direction pointed by the scout.

As long as their superiors do not announce disbandment, they have to continue to perform their tasks, not to mention that this may be their last operation. After completion, they can go home tomorrow.

Egg rides a dog and rushes to the front. This is already the basic operation of their team. Fast movement, long-distance return attack, and close combat invincibility. To be honest, if it weren't for the difficulty of finding a dog, Coulson would want to do this.

Of course, since he is old, it is not suitable for him to do this. It would be safer to wait until he goes back and take the dog with him.

Iger has always felt that his style of painting is wrong. Before he was Meowth, and now he is Big Dog Rider. Why can't he have a more normal style?

Look at Spider-Man, Iron Man, and even Daredevil, they are all in normal human form, but how come they have become so weird like this?

Usually the villains who become weird are the villains, such as Doctor Octopus, Doctor Lizard, Sandman, and Abomination, so he once wondered whether Ancient One was lying to him.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Suddenly the big dog under him barked at the sky, as if something was flying over.

Egg suddenly thought, Stark fell from the sky, good guy, he ran out!

Slap the dog on the head and make it chase him. Although finding him will cost you a lot of money, he is the number one protagonist in the world no matter what.

Coulson was confused when he saw Egger's actions. Wasn't he going to the explosion point?Why did you suddenly turn around? What are you going to do?

At this moment, the dogs who were following them all ran towards Egger, yelling as they ran.

Thinking of his actions along the way, Coulson suddenly realized that there was a clue, and as expected, Stark found it.

"Follow me quickly. If you find something, hurry up."

The team, which was originally moving at a normal speed, suddenly accelerated under Coulson's urging. It would be best to complete the task as soon as possible.

The big dog took Egger to the left and right for a while, shaking him so hard that his head hurt. What was going on? Could it be that he was so good in physical fitness that he could still run like a snake?

It shouldn't be, thinking that he has been hand-making the Mark 1 type, so he still has the strength to move with snakeskin. I remember that he has never had enough food since he was captured, how could he run so coquettishly.

"Woooo!"

A black shadow passed over his head, and the black shadow continued to emit black smoke. It turned out that the Mark 1 was about to fall, no wonder it was swinging from side to side.

I have to say that the power of science is so powerful that even my own big dog can't catch up with him.

"Boom!"

The Mark 1 lost power and hit the sand pile hard. The impact force did not disappear. It bounced twice more and finally fell into the sand pit.

"Crack!"

Stark opened his mask, looked around, and found that he was in a place full of sand.

He opened the armor with difficulty and slowly crawled out of the sand pit. Although the armor protected him, the armor was not insulated, and the high temperature of the flamethrower still burned his arms and thighs.

This wasn't the biggest problem. The high temperature had made him severely dehydrated and his lips were so chapped. He was afraid that if he didn't drink water, he would definitely die of thirst here.

The sand pit was quite strong, supporting him to climb out, but at a glance, there were only some tumbleweeds and nothing green at all except sand.

Stark knelt on the ground and looked into the distance in despair. Was he really going to die here?

"Wang Wang Wang!"

He vaguely heard the sound of a dog barking. He quickly turned over and returned to the sand pit, but he didn't fall completely. He was in a posture of escaping at any time.

"Slow down, slow down, I know it's ahead!"

Stark heard pure New York City English coming from the front. To be honest, he didn't know what New York City English was, but this kind of accent made people know that the other person was most likely from New York, or had settled in New York for a long time.

He was excited, it was the rescue team, don't ask why!Asking means that fellow villagers meet fellow villagers, and fellow villagers do not lie to fellow villagers.

"I'm here! I'm here!"

He stood up and waved in the direction of the sound, trying to attract him.

After a while, a man riding a dog and holding a pan appeared in front of him. Maybe it was a woman, because only women can hold pans.

"Finally we found you, Tony. If we don't find you again, we can only declare you dead."

Stark pursed his lips, looked at his pan, and said in a hoarse voice: "Can you fry me a steak? Or a burger with double the cheese."

The man riding the dog looked at the pan in his hand, shook it and said: "The steaks are not fresh, only canned, but there are eggs. How about a fried egg? By the way, there are buns. Let me give you a hamburger." Well, is there anything else you want to eat?"

"Is there any more Coke? I haven't had a Coke in a long time."