Big Monster

"It started at lunch time, maybe two hours?"

But it was Malfoy's unintentional sentence that made Harry frowned, and his low voice was a little annoyed: "He has been outside?"

Malfoy was stunned. The words had already reached the point of his mouth. Seeing the obviously wrong expression on Harry's face, he couldn't help but froze: "Uh..."

"Crack!"

A thunderstorm fell from the sky, reflecting Harry's cloudy and uncertain face. In the cabin, there was a deathly silence. Harry took out a pickle from the glass jar and bit into it with a "creak" sound.

Scanning fiercely, the surrounding subordinates felt a little more palpitation for no reason.

The expression on Vice Captain Malfoy's face froze. There was still half a piece of jerky in his mouth. He didn't know whether to swallow it or spit it out, so it looked a little funny, but the fear in his eyes couldn't be faked.

Why can Harry be the captain?

On the one hand, it was because he was fierce enough that even Malfoy was unwilling to face an angry Harry.

On the other hand, it was because Harry was able to treat everyone equally, even if he was unhappy with Potter, as long as Potter was under his control for a day, then Potter was Harry's man.

The jerky that was two fingers wide was swallowed abruptly like this. Feeling the burning pain in his throat, Malfoy stood up and said in a hoarse voice:

"Captain, I'll replace him right now."

Since Potter was thrown into the rain by himself for two hours, he had to spend two hours outside in the rain, or else it would be unfair to Potter, even though he was the second only to the captain in this mercenary team .

Looking at Malfoy who got up and was about to leave, Harry nodded, his fierce and sharp eyes gradually softened: "Well, go ahead, get two bottles of wine from my room, you two each have a bottle, and have a good chat."

"Boom!"

After a flash of lightning, there was the roar of thunder.

The howling wind whipped up pea-sized raindrops, which hurt the body and took away the precious heat.

Malfoy, who was wearing a raincoat, held two bottles of vodka in his hand, but when he came to the deck in front of the ferry boat, he didn't see Potter, which made Malfoy frowned, and then cursed in a low voice said a sentence:

"Shet, where did this damn guy go to be lazy?"

Thinking of the embarrassment he was reprimanded by Harry just now, Malfoy became more and more depressed.

But just when he was about to trouble Potter, he didn't know what to think, Malfoy raised his leg and kicked the cage, and then Malfoy's frightened scene happened.

Because with my own kick, the door of the cage that closed the 14-meter-long black anaconda was opened like this, with a bang sound.

"Boom!"

A thunder flashed again in the sky. At this moment, Malfoy's heart was inexplicably a bit cooler...

Chapter 410 Dissolving

"Boom!"

Thunder pierced the sky, and it was clearly still daytime, but at this moment, the sky in Borneo was as gloomy as night.

Bean-sized raindrops hit his body, and dazzling lightning fell less than ten meters ahead. Under the stimulation of the strong light, Malfoy felt his eyes hurt, as if he was about to go blind.

But even so, he didn't dare to make the slightest movement, because at the very front of his line of sight, the dazzling thunder seemed to be drawn by some force, and all of them gathered around Potter, as if forming a terrifying world of thunder around him .

And what really scares Malfoy is not these dazzling thunders, but the frightening aura rising from Potter's body at this moment!

That was the most terrifying aura Malfoy had ever seen in his life, high above him, like a creature standing at the top of the food chain, staring at him with cold, tyrannical, hateful eyes!

For a split second, whether it was rain or sweat, Malfoy felt chills all over his body.

Potter didn't dare to move, and he couldn't move. He was like a hare being watched by a lion. If he encountered a natural enemy, he stood stiffly in place.

But the next moment, to Malfoy's astonishment, even puzzled, Potter slowly raised his palm wrapped in thunder, and said to himself word by word: "Save... save... save me ..."

"boom"

As if to tear the eardrums apart, seven or eight thunderbolts descended from heaven and earth one after another.

Vaguely, Malfoy seemed to see a snake made of lightning on Potter's back, and the most striking thing was a pair of scarlet eyes!

In an instant, Malfoy felt his scalp burst, his mind went blank, and there was only one word:

"escape!!!"

The time went back to two hours ago. At that time, although it hadn't rained yet, it was still gloomy visible to the naked eye.

Potter squatted on the ground bored, with his back leaning against the wall, holding a branch in his hand, but he still didn't dare to touch the black anaconda that had been tortured by himself.

It was obvious that the anaconda was in poor condition, and there was a solid cage separating the two sides, but the longer he was in contact with this black anaconda, the more uneasy he felt.

Until now, he didn't even dare to look closely at the black anaconda.

A gloomy sky, billowing clouds, and after a thunderstorm, raindrops fell on Potter's face.

The cool rain made Potter shiver.

Looking at the blood-stained branch in his hand, with a sigh, Potter threw the branch into the tumbling Borneo river next to him.

Porter never thought cruelty to animals was wrong, because in his view, it was his own pleasure and hobby, even his way.

Although this sentence came out of his mouth, it seemed a bit nondescript.But I have to admit that as the country in the east becomes stronger and stronger, some cultural impressions have spread to the whole world.

However, under Potter's distorted interpretation, although he knew it was wrong, Potter didn't think so in his heart.

He likes to listen to the howling of animals. For example, he will poke the eyes of a kitten blind and watch it grope and howl on the ground, or lock a dog in a cage and watch the dog lose control of its bladder and bowels through repeated electric shocks. Looking embarrassed, he laughed heartily.

In short, these perverted behaviors will give him great sensory satisfaction.

And the branch in his hand was the tool he used to poke and blind the eyes of the first American shorthair cat.

I don't know why, when he saw the other person's amber eyes like jewels?

An idea instinctively emerged in Potter's mind, such beautiful eyes, it would be a pity not to poke them blind.

That's right, Potter is a pervert, even a lunatic. He paranoidly believes that it is not himself who is wrong, but the world in front of him.

But it's a pity that although Potter wants to fight against the whole world, he doesn't have that strength. He has felt this powerlessness a long time ago, but today's powerlessness is stronger than ever before.

If possible, Potter doesn't want to throw away the branch in his hand, because it is not just a branch. For Potter, this branch has a special meaning. Whenever he feels powerless, he can use it The weapon in your hand, gain strength from other animals.

Just, looking at the black anaconda in front of him?

Potter sighed.

When a swordsman does not dare to draw his sword because of fear, then this swordsman is no longer a swordsman.