The violent bear king in Marvel

Watching the drips flowing into the blood vessels drop by drop, Wang Fan could feel that his body was devouring it hungrily. This feeling was very strange, and there seemed to be no pattern at all.

Looking at the wooden ceiling above his head, Wang Fan gritted his teeth and endured. After escaping from the coma, his body hurt as if it had been torn to pieces. From his toenails to his hair, there was no place that was not in pain.

His body was shaking, and he was screaming loudly. The steel bed was shaking.

Jonathan, who had returned from convenience, saw this scene as soon as he entered the door, and immediately called a doctor. After a full body examination, it was found that Wang Fan's muscle tissue was torn. The reason for the unbearable pain was that the body was healing itself, and Wang Fan's condition was classified as overdraft. Limiting the body's potential is like a person relying on self-hypnosis to lift heavy objects that are impossible for humans to lift. This state of adrenaline stimulation can kill people. There are not many people like Wang Fan who are still alive. It is common, but doctors have never seen symptoms like Wang Fan's in all muscles.

Jonathan patted Wang Fan's cheek and said with a smile, "You brat, the doctor said that when you recover, you might be as brave as Captain America. God knows what you have been through. You actually grew ten centimeters taller. How do you say that in Chinese?" Come on, you can enjoy happiness this time if you don’t die.”

Wang Fan gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes, and said with difficulty, "If you survive a catastrophe, you will have good luck in the future."

"Yes, it's meant to be enjoyable anyway. If you bear with it a little longer, the nurse will give you an injection of morphine right away, which will relieve your pain."

Wang Fan shook his head, "No, I won't fight even if I die, don't do that." Wang Fan remembered his father's advice before going abroad to stay away from three addictive things, and morphine was one of them. If you know, your legs will be broken.

"Okay, I'll tell them right now, I'll give you a towel to bite on. This is my inventory, and the rest is in my pants."

Seeing Wang Fan unable to refuse and being stuffed with a towel, Jonathan stroked his beard and was very satisfied with his actions. Another wave of will came and he ran out, leaving behind Wang Fan who was wrapped as a mummy. roared behind him.

The endless pain was destroying Wang Fan's will. He wanted to faint as soon as he tilted his head, but unfortunately he couldn't. At this moment, he was extremely awake. He could hear even a cockroach crawling across the corner, and his vision also became blurred. Even better, you can clearly see the moth flying under the fluorescent light, and the dust that is shaken off as it flies.

Wang Fan didn't dare to move. Every time he moved, he would hear the sound of muscles breaking in his body, accompanied by pain rushing straight to his brain.

In this way, Wang Fan cultivated for half a month. During the half month, he had nothing to do and looked through the breathing skills in his mind. The awkward ancient prose made him regret why he studied science in the first place, but through his own understanding I still have some insights.

Heaven and earth are just tiny existences in chaos, and humans are loved by God because of their natural shape. They are born with a Taoist body. The so-called Qi can be contained in the Dantian. From the moment of birth, the Qi in the Dantian is affected by the acquired environment. Slowly dissipates between heaven and earth, and this breathing technique teaches people how to regain qi and cultivate the so-called Houtian qi.

Wang Fan didn't know what the use of zhenqi was, but after practicing the breathing technique, his Dantian became warm as he breathed, and his body no longer hurt. This gave Wang Fan the energy to practice and slowly changed his original breathing rhythm. , changed to the breathing method, the effect is not generally good.

During this period, soldiers from Company D of the US military stationed at the Kandahar base cleaned up the ruins where Wang Fan fought and found more than a dozen corpses that could not be pieced together. After identification, they were all torn into pieces without exception. And it is quite cruel. Only those who were killed by bullets can leave their whole bodies.

And Wang Fan's reputation as a wild beast also spread. From time to time, there were idle soldiers outside the ward watching, and then he was taken away by the military police.

Behind the desk in an office at the base, a white officer wearing a captain's uniform crossed his legs and stared into Wang Fan's eyes.

"In other words, you can't remember the battle? Is that so? Private Wang Fan."

"Yes, sir!" Wang Fan stood up from his seat and shouted loudly.

As a result of half a month of self-cultivation, his height has reached 2.02 meters, and his broad back and powerful arms make the newly-collared military uniform creak.

"You are lying. No one can escape from the well-planned sneak attack of the terrorist organization. Are you working with them and deliberately revealing our army's patrol route to them?" The white officer also stood up and looked across the table like Wang Fan roared.

"Sir, do you have any evidence?"

"Son of a bitch, you want evidence. You don't care, I want evidence. You, a yellow-skinned pig, are the evidence. The weapons used by terrorist organizations are flowing out of your country."

The white captain was a little excited. His grandfather lost his legs in a war in the last century. He did not hide his racist remarks.

"Fuck you."

Wang Fan swung his fist as big as a casserole, and punched the captain without caring about his rank. Then he punched and kicked the captain who fell to the ground. If the military police on duty at the door hadn't heard the captain's misery, Yelling, rushing in to stop Wang Fan, the captain would probably be beaten to death.

Because of this fight, Wang Fan was put into a solitary room. Four or five military policemen were also injured to varying degrees. The captain was the most miserable. His eyebrow bone was fractured, four ribs were broken, internal organs were bleeding, and he was simply beaten. After treatment, he was sent back to the rear hospital by helicopter for treatment.

"Boy, you fought well. When did the Chinese become so unbearable in the eyes of these barbarians! It seems to Old Xiong that the beating was light. If I had to tear him apart, the scene dripping with blood and the despairing and wailing soul would How delicious!”

"If you eat souls, then you are not a good person!"

"Nonsense, there are more innocent souls swallowed into my belly than the people you have seen. Why don't you be afraid! You must try your best to find a good body for the old bear, or be careful that I swallow you too."

Wang Fan was not intimidated. Instead, he showed a bright smile in the dark confinement room. "You also said that now we are one. If I die, you will die too, right?"

"You, you boy, just wait for me. When the old bear recovers, see if I don't tear you apart."

The words stopped as the iron door of the solitary room creaked open. A black officer in an officer's uniform looked at Wang Fan with a serious face.

"Private Wang Fan, do you have anything else to say about your charge of assaulting an officer during your service?"

Officials from the temporary investigation team of the Military Justice Department asked Wang Fan through the iron cage in the closed room.

"I was the one who beat up the chief, because a scumbag like him deserves a beating. If he stood in front of me again now, I would beat him up."

Looking at the dark face of the investigator sent by the Military Justice Department, Wang Fan knew how much the investigator hated him, but he still said so.

"Okay, I will contact the commander of the base. They will decide your punishment, but it must be consequences you did not expect. Your matter has caused a lot of trouble. No matter how many terrorists you kill, it will not lower the level of punishment. Your punishment!"

Wang Fan smiled nonchalantly, "I am waiting for the day when I will be punished. I hope that the US military stationed in Afghanistan will give me a fair sentence!"

Wang Fan said nonchalantly. In fact, he had long disliked the captain. Why would he, a member trained by the SEAL team, be assigned to a patrol car? The other members of the same period were either in the sniper team or in charge. In the ground search mission, only he was assigned to the patrol car with the highest mortality rate. If no one was causing trouble, Wang Fan wrote his last name backwards.

Wang Fan endured all kinds of tricks, but this time he was falsely accused of collaborating with the enemy. Such a charge fell on him, which was enough for him to spend his whole life in prison. He only wished he hadn't been beaten to death, for he was lucky!

Wang Fan didn't know that his personality, which originally seemed gentle to others, suddenly became violent for some unknown reason.