Chapter 387 Allen Discovers the Planet's Weak Spot

The vast Arctic continent is covered with snow.

Located in the polar regions of the planet, the climate remains cold all year round, which is obviously not suitable for large-scale human survival.

Of course, the indigenous Inuit live in the Arctic, but the population of two million is scattered in such a vast area, which is equivalent to being sparsely populated.

"I want to see penguins."

Looking at the icy and snowy scene, Morgan, who has transformed into a seven-foot beautiful girl warrior, holds Sanhua in her arms, and her two smart eyes are constantly looking for the figure of penguins.

"Penguins live in Antarctica." Allen said seriously.

"Why can't they live in the Arctic?" Morgan asked unwillingly.

"The Antarctic is colder, and penguins will get heatstroke in the Arctic." Allen said seriously.

"Heatstroke?"

Morgan's forehead wrinkled into a "Chuan" character, and his brain was running at high speed.

At this time, Namor was searching for the traces of the black manta ray in the ocean. He has the same ability as Aquaman and can communicate with marine life, rather than searching aimlessly like looking for a needle in a haystack.

It just takes some time.

"Aren't you cold?"

T'Challa trembled as he watched the two people in front of him build a snowman to play with. Moreover, Alan and Morgan were wearing thin clothes and didn't look cold at all.

T'Challa was not only equipped with a vibranium black panther suit, but also put on a down jacket outside. He breathed out hot air, and his thick lips couldn't stop trembling.

"Blackie, this place is not like your hometown in Africa. If you are afraid of the cold, you can go first." Alan suggested.

Okay.

Before, he called him Captain Black Cat.

Now, he directly called Blackie.

It is estimated that it will not be long before he will call him a black ghost.

"I can hold on."

T'Challa pretended to be strong, stretched his whole body on the spot, and raised his body temperature through exercise.

Alan has a physique 72 times that of an adult and is basically not afraid of the cold in the Arctic. Morgan is blessed by the gods and is immune to low temperatures.

What's more, Alan was lying in the snow, and Morgan pushed him into a snowball.

"Little Morgan, push me down the hillside, I want to become a snowball bomb." Allen shouted happily.

"Snowball bomb, attack."

One dares to play, the other dares to push.

Morgan agreed to Allen's excessive request without hesitation.

Ah...

An excited shout echoed for a long time.

The snowball wrapped around Allen rolled bigger and bigger, gradually forming a super huge sphere several meters high.

Boom!

The giant snowball hit another snow mountain.

But the problem is that it caused a violent earthquake.

How could a snowball that collapsed at the first impact cause an earthquake?

"Avalanche!"

T'Challa looked back and saw the white snow rolling down the towering snow mountain like a storm.

"Run quickly."

Seeing that the situation was not good, T'Challa hurriedly called out and ran down the hillside.

Bang...

With a bang, a figure disappeared in an instant.

It was all Morgan's legs that kicked and fell straight down the mountain like a cannonball.

This scene made T'Challa's brain crash a little, but fortunately his body instinctively did not forget to run.

"Grandpa, you are so strong, it even caused an earthquake." Morgan had an admiring expression on his face.

"It's not me."

Allen's head was dizzy, and he didn't know how many times he turned when he rolled down. He felt a little morning sickness reaction, and explained with difficulty: "I didn't do anything. It must be that the snow mountain is not serious. It belongs to a sensitive physique. It shivers when it is touched."

"I'll try."

With the research psychology in mind, Morgan touched the mountain.

Boom!

There was another earthquake.

It returned to calm within a few seconds.

"It's true." Morgan's eyes widened in disbelief, and he was very shocked by the strange phenomenon.

"Well..., how is it possible?"

Allen frowned in disbelief, touched his chin and thought: "Is this mountain a shameful part of the planet? It's just a touch, so there is a need for such a big reaction."

While T'Challa ran for his life, the second earthquake caused the avalanche to become more and more intense, which was almost like a mountain torrent and tsunami.

With his guess in mind, Allen's face was filled with a sly smile. He grabbed the air with his ten fingers and kept approaching the surface of the mountain. He said with a lewd face: "Slut, I'll give you a massage."

Boom!

As expected, this magical snow mountain once again gave a strong response.

But it was hard for T'Challa. He was caught in the avalanche without paying attention, like a cat struggling in the rolling snow.

With a bang, the avalanche had swept in front of Allen.

After a long time.

The avalanche stopped.

Three heads emerged from the snow pile.

"This can't be the planetary squirting." Allen said with certainty.

"Don't!"

T'Challa saw Allen raising his hand to touch the mountain again, and hurriedly spoke to stop him.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

His palm was already on the cold mountain wall.

But the expected earthquake did not occur.

"Watch me."

Morgan volunteered and patted the mountain wall with both hands, but the result was still calm.

"I understand."

Alan suddenly realized: "After Xiaoyou helped me, he would enter a state of enlightenment without distractions, so the anxious frog kept touching your belly. This planet is now in the sage time."

"..."

Really?

T'Challa wanted to question it, but he couldn't find a rebuttal.

The three earthquakes just now were completely inexplicable.

"Grandpa knows a lot." Morgan looked like he had learned something.

"Alas...wisdom is just a dispensable advantage of mine, as insignificant as my extraordinary appearance." Allen said slightly shyly.

"Grandpa, that's awesome!"

Morgan nodded in agreement, his admiration for Allen already surpassing that of his father, Iron Man.

"Forget it's awesome, just praise me for being handsome. I'm just so superficial." Allen said cowardly.

"Grandpa, he's so handsome." Morgan agreed obediently.

"It's so embarrassing."

Allen covered his face happily, looking smug.

Beside him, T'Challa's thick lips turned out in disgust.

It's really nerve-wracking.

I can't keep up with the rhythm of my thinking at all.

"There is a man floating on the sea."

T'Challa turned his head away and couldn't bear to look directly, and accidentally saw many more fish floating on the sea, including a figure facing down.

"Damn it, it's the Pirate King."

Allen recognized the man's identity from the wings on his ankle, and immediately rushed to fish him out.

Near the seaside, a flash of green light materialized into a big hand and picked up Namor, whose life and death were unknown.

"Wake up, Pirate King, why do you fall asleep in the water every two days?"

Allen grabbed his shoulders and shook them wildly, and Namor's head rattled back and forth.

Forehead…

T'Challa was speechless. He shouldn't press on the chest to squeeze out the accumulated water when rescuing a drowning victim. Do you know some first aid knowledge?

puff!

Namor spat out a mouthful of seawater, and said in a trance, with blurred eyes, "There are nuclear bombs in the water, they are nearby, um..."

After that, he fell into fainting again.

Nuclear bomb!

earthquake!

For a moment, T'Challa connected the two and immediately understood the reason for the avalanche just now.

The co-authorship is all a coincidence.