Chapter 232: Prisoner Riot, Blossoming from the Center

From the Lamp Genie starting from Marvel

When Rogers found Korik, Korik was celebrating the returning soldiers. The scene was incomparably enthusiastic. Rogers swept his eyes over, and most of the officers of the Barbarian Assault Team were probably at this banquet.

Squeezing through the crowd, Rogers came to Korik's side. Before he could speak, Korik wrapped his arms around Rogers.

"Brothers! The friend who brought us fine wine has come. Let's offer cheers for the wine, for the friend!" Korik raised the wine glass in his hand and shouted loudly.

*Woo~* A burst of ghost-crying and wolf-howling cheers exploded in Rogers's ears. This group of barbarians had voices louder than the next, making his eardrums a bit uncomfortable.

"Korik, Korik, I have something to ask you," Rogers patted Korik's hand, trying to get him to break away from the state of revelry.

*Gulp, gulp*, Korik finished a full glass of wine, tilted his head, and looked at Rogers. "What's the matter? Ask away."

"When we were experimenting on the Chitauri, he suddenly took out a firearm from his body. Before that, we had checked every part of his body extremely meticulously and didn't find any place that could hide weapons. Do you know what's going on?" Rogers asked loudly.

"Don't know," Korik shook his head. "We haven't started interrogating the prisoners yet."

Rogers's intuition told him that this situation was likely to cause trouble. He subconsciously wanted to advise him, but after glancing at the soldiers in revelry, Rogers didn't know how to speak.

This group of soldiers had been on the lonely and desolate asteroid for a long time. Before they arrived, because of excessive consumption of supplies, the pressure and negative emotions of the soldiers had accumulated very seriously. Now that there was a reason to cheer and supplies to cheer, no one could stop them from indulging.

Or rather, the only person who could stop them from indulging, Korik, was even more high than the ordinary soldiers.

"Korik, can you tell me how many prisoners were caught this time?" Rogers thought for a while and asked.

Korik squinted his eyes. "About ten thousand or so. These Chitauri have no martial spirit at all. When the flagship fell, they all surrendered one by one. If you changed to ten thousand pigs, the time they would persist would be longer than them!"

Ten thousand people! Rogers was shocked inside. That is to say, the number of prisoners was twice the number of current combat soldiers. Counting technical personnel and logistics personnel, the number of people here might not be more than the prisoners. This was likely to cause a riot!

Korik looked at Rogers's face full of worry and patted his chest. "Friend, relax. With me here, there won't be any accidents. You just need to consider whether you can bring more liquor next time. After I report to the higher-ups, I'll approve five hundred prisoners for you to take back to Midgard, to show off properly."

Rogers smiled reluctantly. It seemed that saying anything to Korik now was useless. He could only leave the banquet hall himself.

In the experimental base, Natasha looked at Rogers's face where his eyebrows and beard were almost squeezed together, and she knew the result of this communication wasn't good. "They aren't willing to tell us?"

"Eh..." Rogers sighed. "If they were just unwilling to tell us, that would be fine. They didn't care about these prisoners at all and are currently celebrating."

Dr. Banner raised his head. "Just ate an advance force, without even seeing the opponent's regular main force, and they started celebrating?"

Rogers nodded. "And do you know how many prisoners were caught this time? A full ten thousand people!"

Natasha felt something was a bit wrong listening to this number. "So many? Judging from that Chitauri soldier, it doesn't look like a race that is easy to surrender, or rather, the control exerted by the Chitauri high-level could not allow them to surrender in such an organized way."

Ivan Vanko also expressed his opinion. "I'm afraid there is fraud in this. Being able to hide weapons from inspection, surrendering for no reason—I feel they are feigning surrender."

"I feel the same way, but no one will care about what we say," Rogers said, hitting the wall hard. "I plan to suggest to the superiors to transfer the mecha and the Giant of Light over. At least one of them must be transferred. Without hard power, there is no right to speak!"

"I agree. We'll send a joint letter when the time comes, but before that, we must be careful recently. Someone must stand guard during rest, both people and machines must be there, to guard against possible riots," Ivan Vanko said.

A few hours later, when the clock pointed to twelve midnight, Rogers and the others prepared to rest. Although they were not on Earth now, their life mode still followed Earth time, which could effectively reduce the body's stress response and could also reduce the difficulty of adapting to the new environment.

Just after entering a dream, a sharp whistle accompanied by an alarm sound directly startled Rogers from his dream again.

"What happened?" As soon as Rogers went out, he saw Natasha, whose synchronization rate had reached fifty percent and whose body was emitting "demon energy," and the Chitauri lying under Natasha's feet.

"They broke free! Tried to sneak attack, were discovered by me, and directly killed," Natasha said concisely.

Ivan Vanko walked over from the other side. "The other Chitauri who escaped from the detention room have all been killed by automatic alarm weapons."

"We had precautions here, and they were still able to escape, then over there..." Rogers looked up toward the barbarian gathering place.

"It is estimated that changes have already occurred," Ivan Vanko said seriously.

"Dr. Banner, come with me to that side, others defend the experimental base!" Rogers ordered, picking up his shield.

Bruce Banner didn't delay either, put down the things in his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and followed Rogers, while communicating with the sleeping Hulk in his mind.

Rogers's panicked movements here were quickly discovered by the guards.

"Two, the General is resting. Is there anything you need?" The guard looked at Rogers and asked. The direction they were advancing toward was exactly Korik's rest area.

"The Chitauri are feigning surrender!" Rogers said decisively.

Without waiting for the guard to reply, Korik walked over from the street behind, wearing his clothes. "You sent me dozens of communication requests in the system just because of this? Are you sure?"

Rogers hesitated for only one second. "Sure, our experimental field..."

"No need to say more." Korik reached out his hand. "Since we are friends, I will believe you this once. Anyway, it's been a long time since we had an emergency assembly; just treat it as letting them relive it."

Korik cleared his throat and let out a roar toward the sky. "Everyone assemble! Emergency assembly!"

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The roar spread to the surroundings, causing other roars. Korik had a smile on his face and was just about to say something to Rogers when he suddenly turned his head to look into the distance.

Rogers clearly saw Korik's expression switch rapidly from pleasure to anger.

This was because Korik found that there were fewer roars. This primitive communication method belonged to a tradition of the Barbarian Assault Team. Fewer roars only meant two situations: either the messenger was dead, or they failed to hold their posts—either one was a big problem!

"Sound the alarm!" Korik roared at the guard.

The guard was still a bit dazed, but the obedience carved into his bones made him immediately press the alarm he carried with him. Instantly, the entire asteroid sounded with alarm sounds.

"Something really happened!" Korik looked into the distance, his face gloomy.

Just as his voice fell, explosions and gunfire rang out, and the entire asteroid immediately entered a state of engagement.

The reaction speed of the Barbarian Assault Team wasn't slow either. Each squad immediately began to assemble. When these elites woke up from their drunken stupor and began to suppress forcefully, the explosions on the asteroid had a concentrated increase, but soon began to fall back.

Before Rogers could be happy, the Mountain-class floating in the asteroid's orbit suddenly had an abnormality, and the engines sprayed fire.

"Damn it!" Korik couldn't stay still anymore. He had wanted to maintain a posture that everything was a small matter in front of Rogers and the others, but now he couldn't care less. "Guard, protect them well. If something happens, I'll hold you responsible!"

After speaking, Korik bent his knees slightly, and his whole person jumped up like a cannonball, rushing toward the Mountain-class that clearly had problems.

"Two, please come with me," the guard said to Rogers and Bruce Banner.

"We can also help suppress; we don't need protection," Dr. Banner said to the guard. Hulk had been awakened by that roar of Korik's and was now excited.

"Very grateful for the kindness of the two, but the order I received is to protect the safety of the two. It's just some prisoners; we can solve it, so don't trouble the two," the guard spoke very politely, but the meaning was very clear.

Rogers tugged on Bruce Banner's sleeve, telling him not to speak anymore.

After the guard brought the two to Korik's lounge, Bruce Banner looked at Rogers, waiting for his explanation.

"You are not a soldier," Rogers patted Banner on the shoulder. "It's impossible for them to let us help suppress. Put yourself in their shoes: if I were in Korik's position, unless things developed to the point of being unmanageable, I wouldn't agree to let outsiders help suppress prisoners in my own military base."

"That's simply sticking your face out for others to slap, letting others slap it *pa-pa-pa*."

Bruce Banner opened his mouth, then swallowed his words. With Rogers's explanation, he could barely understand Korik and the others' thoughts.

However, things didn't go as people wished.

Ten minutes later, a gathered group of Chitauri tore through the suppression line, and a unit of nearly one thousand people rushed toward Rogers and the others. No, to be precise, these people were looking for Korik, but it just happened that Rogers and the others were there.

The guard looked at the enemy symbol displayed on the indicator, feeling more and more unhappy. The barbarian assault team members on the asteroid had now scattered, heading to material warehouses, artillery positions, boarding platforms, and other important areas to suppress prisoners. Currently, there really weren't many soldiers nearby.

It wasn't that they didn't care about Korik, but that they extremely believed in Korik's combat power. As for these prisoners, let alone just a small unit, even if they were all gathered together, it wouldn't be enough for Korik to fight alone.

However, Korik had gone to deal with the Mountain-class problem. Thousands of prisoners were locked up on the Mountain-class, but only a few hundred soldiers were guarding them. Under normal circumstances, it would be fine, but now that the prisoners had taken out weapons for no reason, the problem was a bit big.

Now the guard had two choices.

One was to gather the dozen or so soldiers nearby and try to block the prisoners who were about to arrive, but they might not be able to block them; the gap in numbers was too large.

The other was to take Rogers and the others and retreat. Anyway, there was no building here that particularly needed protection, and it wouldn't matter if it were destroyed. Once soldiers in other places freed up their hands, they would suppress it back in an instant.

Unfortunately, both of these choices would lose face for the Barbarian Assault Team. After comprehensive consideration, the guard believed that if he couldn't protect Rogers and the two well, that would be the most shameful thing.

As long as Rogers and the others suffered even a little injury, Korik would probably be furious when he returned. So the guard looked at Rogers. "Please withdraw with me first."

"No need, there's no such necessity," Rogers said, nudging Bruce Banner next to him.

The guard looked over and found that Bruce Banner's clothes were stretched tight on his body, and the skin exposed outside had turned green.

*Boom! *

A gust of wind carrying sand and stone hit the guard's body. He subconsciously blocked in front of Rogers, and then found that Bruce Banner, who had just been standing there, was gone.

"It's fine, I will explain to General Korik for you. After all, we are also warriors; hiding blindly under the wings of others is also an insult to us," Rogers said slowly behind the guard.

Above the sky, Hulk, who had come out to get some air, knocked on his chest and then smashed toward the ground, directly blocking in front of the Chitauri.

As soon as he landed, lasers and plasma cannons hit Hulk together.

Hulk raised his right hand and smashed it toward the front with force.

The gust of wind raised by his fist blew the plasma back, and as for those laser rays, they couldn't even penetrate Hulk's skin.

The fierce Hulk launched a charge toward the front. Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, he easily killed his way through the prisoner formation. Except for the damage to his clothes, he didn't suffer half an injury.

When the Chitauri saw this, *this is a fierce general*, and they took out the biological weapon used to counter Korik.

A whale-shaped biological weapon over twenty meters high and fifty meters long appeared from the air and crashed toward Hulk.

The skin of this whale had been completely replaced with sharp blades, and in addition to installing thrusters at the fins, various automatic weapons were also installed, constantly firing.

Hulk became interested, rushed to the front of the biological weapon while enduring the firepower, and the magnetic force produced by his cells circulated rapidly in his body.

Hulk smashed a punch onto the whale's head, directly smashing it into the ground. Amidst the flying broken parts and fragments, quite a few Chitauri prisoners were killed.

The whale struggled hard, and the swaying of its body expanded the pit in the ground even larger, but Hulk pressed its head tightly, threw several punches in a row, and alive-and-well beat it until it was scrapped. Throughout the process, Hulk was only pushed back a few meters by the impact. ===== CHAPTER 233 =====