Chapter 2954

Tim didn't follow the crowd to rush out. Standing by the window, he could see a chubby man lying on the ground outside; his leg should be broken.

But from his vigorous screams, one could tell there was no serious harm. Everyone surrounded him, and indeed, after some examination, it was just a broken lower leg bone.

This house wasn't very high to begin with; the possibility of falling from the third floor and dying was too low. Moreover, Tim had turned back very early; he remembered that the posture in which this guy fell wasn't very common, because usually, people jumping off a building would go head-first, but he looked more like he was jumping into a swimming pool, jumping down leg-first.

Tim didn't think he would jump from the third floor for no reason, so he took advantage of everyone going outside and turned to walk to the third floor. After going up to the third floor, the personnel left behind here had already gone down. Tim didn't spend much effort to reach the balcony from which this gentleman had jumped.

Worried about being seen, he didn't walk onto the balcony but stood inside the room and crouched down, wanting to see if there were any footprints.

No footprints were found on the balcony, but Tim discovered a small leaf on the threshold where he was.

Tim suspected that Pamela was the one who acted because he felt the posture of the potted plant placed in the room was not quite right, and this Mr. Lant was a big fat man weighing over 200 pounds; even Captain America would find it hard to throw someone out without him noticing, but Pamela, who had superpowers, could.

But it was still that same question: if Pamela wanted to kill someone, she wouldn't need to be so troublesome. As an old Gothamite, she couldn't possibly not know that falling from the third floor wouldn't kill someone. So her purpose must be to make the other party injured, thereby leaving the banquet scene as soon as possible.

Mr. Lant was also soon carried away. Because the leg fracture didn't involve bleeding, the injury was lighter than being stabbed, so they simply didn't need an ambulance. The farm owner directly dispatched a car and sent him to the nearest hospital.

Then, unsurprisingly, another person was tripped by a mop handle, their head happened to hit a small stone, leaving a cut on the scalp. It didn't look serious, but the blood wouldn't stop, so after simple bandaging, they were also sent to the hospital.

Another person fell because the floor was too slippery and they weren't paying attention while walking. Originally, it wasn't a big problem, but because they were too old, they sprained their waist and couldn't move for a while, so they could only be sent to the hospital.

Someone accidentally ate a liqueur chocolate mixed in with ordinary chocolates, leading to an alcohol allergy, and had to go to the hospital for treatment.

There was also someone who suddenly heard that there was something at home and had to leave early, hurriedly driving home.

This made Tim feel as if he were in the movie "Final Destination." Yet, after investigating certain clues, he discovered that these accidents might all have been the work of acquaintances.

Their purpose wasn't to kill, just to make these people injured, thereby leaving as soon as possible.

Then why on earth did they want them to leave as soon as possible? What exactly was special about this banquet that these people weren't allowed to participate in?

Soon, Tim got the answer.

Although accidents happened frequently, the banquet still proceeded as scheduled. After the sun was half-swallowed by the horizon, the banquet host announced the start of the banquet.

This was the first time Tim had seen the owner of this farm, a tall white male who looked very ordinary, whose name seemed to be Digen, with a warm smile hanging on his face—

Which lasted until the appearance of the beating cabbage.

The timing Pamela chose to act was very clever. The waiters were serving dishes, one steaming dish after another was brought up, and an Asian man wearing a tall chef's hat walked out from the back kitchen. The farm owner was affectionately hugging him and introducing him to the guests.

Anyway, it was just some ordinary flowery language, probably saying that the head chef had brought Asian delicacies from far away, please enjoy, etc.

Just as he said this, several green figures rushed out like a whirlwind, followed by a smooth combo of uppercuts, flying kicks, and spinning kicks.

Now Tim understood a bit why those people had to be sent away; life was dull and boring, and vegetables were beating up humans.

This cabbage seemed to have been improved, a size larger than the kind Tim had seen before, and its moves were also richer; humans were simply no match for it.

More importantly, the style of this thing was too cartoonish; it simply didn't bring the intense tension that a killer attack or a shooting case could bring.

Watching the cabbage galloping in the field, Tim only felt it was somewhat funny. Those people who were chased by the cabbage and jumping up and down also looked exceptionally ridiculous. Even though being attacked by an unknown creature was a very serious matter, the whole scene was also very funny.

Tim saw that the internet-famous lawyer had already taken out his phone and started filming.

If nothing unexpected happened, this video should soon hit the trending list of short video software. When it came to the enthusiasm for abstract stunts, people of any country were the same; entertainment deconstruction never went out of style.

The chaos brought by the cabbage continued. Pamela was clearly hiding in the dark, frantically forcing the seeds to mature. There were more and more cabbages, chasing everyone until they were jumping up and down.

Moreover, the delicacies that had just been brought to the table were directly overturned, the tables were smashed, and plates and dishes were flying around, but no one had the time to clean up; everyone was struggling to save themselves.

Finally, the house couldn't hold them anymore, and people began to flee to the outdoors of the farm. Some wanted to escape the farm, but although the cabbages had no intelligence, Pamela used all the cabbages she controlled like sheepdogs, leading the flow of people into the farm's fields.

Tim blending into the crowd wasn't very conspicuous, but just at this moment, he discovered that Peter, who had been missing for a long time, was following behind the farm owner Digen.

From the surface, Peter seemed to be protecting the farm owner, but looking closer, he was simply like leading the way for the cabbage, letting them approach the farm owner more smoothly.

Sure enough, a group of cabbages targeted others, while another special cabbage squad focused on beating Digen. Some kicked him in the butt, some punched him in the cheekbone; among everyone, he was the one who took the most beatings.

Suddenly, Tim heard a high-pitched roar.

"Enough!!!!"

A shadow that blotted out the sky appeared in the center of the farm. Tim looked up in shock. What was this? A dragon???

That was a huge monster dozens of stories high, green all over, looking like a fat green lizard, with four long claws and a huge tail, red light flashing in its eyes.

Tim instinctively looked at Shiler. Shiler indeed had no shocked reaction. Tim scanned the crowd slightly, and indeed, one important figure was missing from the crowd—that famous Cantonese cuisine chef.

Was the head chef a monster?

Tim saw Captain America also stunned in place; clearly, this was also beyond his expectations. He seemed to realize only now that Shiler was indeed aiming for the chef, but not for the dishes the chef made.

Captain America's reaction was a step slow, and the green evil dragon's tail swept over. He raised his arm to block, but was still knocked flying.

Even more unlucky was Tim. He was standing at the tip of the tail, and when the tail, which was like a long whip, swept over, he didn't even have time to raise his arm to block, and was directly whipped flying. When he landed, he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Tim immediately understood that his ribs were broken, and his internal organs might also have been shaken. Everything went black before his eyes, and a vine quietly stretched over and scooped him out.

"How does it feel to jump off a building?" Pamela's voice sounded in Tim's ear. Tim spat out another mouthful of blood, feeling intense pain all over his body.

Sneak attack! Despicable! Tim thought viciously.

But he was clearly seriously injured, feeling it difficult even to breathe. Pamela seemed to have left soon, and Tim lay in place, unable to move at all.

Countless lights and shadows flashed before his eyes; it seemed a large group of people were taking turns fighting the evil dragon.

He saw the bright red and blue of Captain America's shield, the green of the plants Pamela manipulated, the gold when Barry ran, and heard Jason's roar, Peter's shout, and Harley's scream.

Intense light erupted from Harley's body, illuminating the sky as if it were daylight. Tim vaguely heard Professor X's voice sound directly in everyone's head, seemingly telling Harley to calm down, otherwise her mutant ability would go out of control.

Then he saw the FBI agents fighting bravely, helicopters with the S. H. I. E. L. D. logo cutting through the night, countless police cars surrounding them, and the sound of guns and bombs made his eardrums buzz.

The world gradually quieted down. One second before Tim completely fainted, he realized that the biggest lesson he could learn from this incident was that just having a good brain was meaningless; without a strong physical constitution, there was simply no way to compete on the same stage with this group of lunatics.

When he woke up again, Tim thought he would be in the hospital, but a strange fragrance rushed into his nose.

Whispers sounded in his ears.

"This thigh is so big, it must be two stories high, right? How did you peel off the scales?"

"Reasonably utilize Aisha; her teeth are too useful."

"Come over quickly, the charcoal is ready! Who is responsible for cutting the meat?"

"I'll do it, give me a few more kitchen knives, I can hold them with vines, I guarantee to cut it into fine mince!"

"How is Digen?"

"Rest assured, he has already been sentenced. Daring to collude with alien monsters and causing such a big commotion, Congress won't let him off."

"Shiler, I understand you didn't want to alert the enemy, but why did you keep it from me too? And deliberately misled me, you were aiming for the Cantonese chef..."

"I was indeed aiming for the chef, what's the problem?"

Tim heard the last two sentences, which should be Steve and Shiler talking. His heart was filled with too many questions. Just as he wanted to open his mouth to ask, he coughed violently twice.

A group of people surrounded him. Dick said first: "You finally woke up, are you okay?"

"You guys spread out a bit, you're blocking all the light." Jason drove the others away, looked at Tim and said: "Your constitution is too poor, you were in a coma for two days before waking up."

Then he turned his head and said to the others: "Do we really not need to give him another shot of healing potion?"

"Otherwise, I'll give him some life force of the Green, but I'm not sure if he can absorb it..."

Tim opened his eyes hard. Dick poured him some water, but now he felt his chest cavity hurt even when swallowing.

"Your ribs are almost all broken, internal organs shaken, concussion, wrist fracture, you almost lost your life." Dick pronounced Tim's injuries.

Tim glared at Shiler. Shiler was definitely doing it on purpose!

"I've said it before, if you don't fall into the lake, you'll never know how cold the water is. Is there a possibility that if your life is gone, no matter how useful your brain is, it's useless? How does it feel to be killed in one hit?"

Tim coughed hard a few times.

To be honest, it really didn't feel very good. An ordinary person's body was too weak; when facing such a monster, one would lose any power to resist after just a light hit.

Damn it, he really should have strengthened his physique earlier, Tim thought viciously. No wonder Bruce was so smart and still wanted to be an angel; the crushing power was simply too unsolvable. After returning to the Battleworld, he would go and grind the superpower dungeon!

He lay on the lounge chair, it hurt a lot even if he moved slightly, but that strange fragrance kept drilling into his nose.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "What's going on with that dragon?"

"That's an alien monster." Peter walked over with a grill and said: "It seems to be from the planet Maklu, called Fin Fang Foom. It had been hiding in Hong Kong, secretly causing destruction. The doctor and I have been tracking it for a long time."

In an instant, everything became clear.

Shiler pulling out one Chinese cigarette after another, the suddenly displayed interest in Cantonese cuisine, the late-arriving Peter, the reason why he had to go to the banquet...

Everything was because they had long been eyeing this Fin Fang Foom, who had transformed into a Cantonese chef.