The Unrighteous God In Marvel

On the seaside of the isolated island, two figures and a pile of "figures" sitting on the ground, facing the sea, are in full bloom.

"Tony, I... oops! I didn't mean to mention your wife!"

Tony put down the stone in his hand and glanced at Leon sideways, expressionless.

However, when he turned to look at the battle armor piled on the ground beside him, his expression suddenly became extremely rich.

"Ugh…"

"What are you sighing~ You are..."

Lyon took out a trench coat from the space and covered it...

On the armor.

"...You are a person who doesn't know how to feel distressed at all. They even made soup for you just now!

Come on, Dalang, drink...ahahahahaha! I was wrong, I was wrong, stop fighting, hahahaha! "

Holding the bowl of bean soup, Leon smiled happily, and the corners of his grinned mouth were printed on the mask.

...

Tony is still an ordinary person after all, and his physical strength can't be as good as Leon's. After chasing for a while, he was out of breath, so he could only hold his knees and slowly sit on the ground.

When Leon saw this, he ran back from the other side and sat beside Tony: "Then, what are you going to do. I asked seriously!"

Tony hugged his knees, looked at the sunset in the sky, and pouted: "You go. I don't want to see you."

Leon almost couldn't hold back the music again.

Tony's demeanor and tone now really resembles a person who has been abandoned by the beginning and the end.

But... Leon glanced at the armor over there.

Who is always in chaos and who is abandoned, this question is quite worth discussing~~

"I'll take you back. Otherwise, do you really want to spend the rest of your life with it on this island?

This is a bit difficult. I will only destroy the machine, not repair it! "

Tony finally stopped being expressionless, and he looked at Leon through gritted teeth: "You... coded Fake! Can you not mention this!

Say! Is this what the **** you did! Otherwise, how could my battle armor... Anyway, it's your ghost!

I strangle you! "

…………

After two more laps, this time Tony couldn't run at all and couldn't lift his legs.

Before leaving here, Tony directed Leon to blast a big hole in the ground, dragging his armor and burying it.

"Take this plank. If you need it, I can also carve a stone for you."

Leon put the wooden board in front of the earthbag: "What to carve, deceased wife Mark 2... Okay, let's not talk about it. Put it down, don't throw the stone on your head."

The tombstone was still not erected.

When taking Tony home, Leon asked curiously, "No other meaning, just curiosity.

I just wanted to ask, will you continue to develop battle armor in the future? "

silence.

"Huh? I didn't hear it, then I'll ask again..."

"meeting!"

"what?"

Leon couldn't see Tony's expression, but from his tone. I can still feel the perseverance: "I will continue to develop the armor! Such an ending is too shameful for me.

However, in the future, I will absolutely forbid them to have any possibility of thinking!

no way! "

Leon listened and nodded.

It seems that in this world, the possibility of Ultron being born should not be very high.

Even if there is, 80% has nothing to do with Tony.

………………

After returning home, Tony immediately began "retreat".

I don't know whether to hurry up to develop the next-generation armor, or go to a psychiatrist to treat my heartbreak.

Lyon was kicked out. Tony chased him with a baseball bat to play baseball with Lyon, but Lyon did not agree.

…

There is no news from Fisk, and time has not passed, Leon does not want to find him. If you can't help but kill him, it will be a waste of time.

After Tony's incident, Leon suddenly became interested in this world.

Should it be a parallel universe?

So who said who said: in every universe there is a me, they are alive or dead, they are workers, or they are capitalists, but there is certainly no one I can be owned by people like it.

Since such an interesting thing happened to Tony here, what about the other acquaintances?

Will it be…

"Hey hey, this trip can't be in vain..."

Well, go to the digital equipment store first.

How can such a good thing be filmed with a mobile phone? It must be a high-end camera or something!

arrange!

…………

Leon was thinking about how to get some "big news" back here, but Fisk's side was a different scene.

He was busy with how to make the big news that had already happened, less noticeable.

Following the sudden appearance of the masked man who claimed to be Lyon, he made a scene in the streets, openly attacked public servants, and even broke into the presidential palace at night, almost scaring the president to death, another guy who was even more powerful in doing things also appeared.

Looking at the surveillance video, heh, it was one of the two pieces of paper that Leon gave him.

This guy wearing a cape, attacked Fisk's hometown, killed a lot of his old brothers, and stole more than 20 kilograms of washing powder. It seems that he should be called...

"sentinel…"

With the video turned off, Fisker sat in the large special presidential chair and patted his big bald head. Contemplation for a long time.

"Tarik, what did he say when you contacted him?"

Tariq, a man in sunglasses and a suit who had been standing at the door, kept his head down and said nothing, shook his head: "No, this guy is terrifyingly strong, and his speed is amazing. In fact, if it wasn't for the surveillance camera, we wouldn't know. who attacked us.

boss…"

"what is it call?"

"Mr President!"

"Well, let's talk."

Tariq frowned: "I think this guy doesn't seem to want to be a chivalrous person.

There is a small river next to the company. If you want to destroy the things he took away, it is the most suitable place.

But our people did not find anything wrong after examining the river water.

I suspect…"

Fisk did not speak, he thought of what Leon had said to him before.

The two people drawn on this paper are even more difficult to deal with than him.

Also, the two people on the paper don't know what to do.

"Could it be... that's what he said?"

Fisk muttered to himself, Tariq didn't dare to disturb his boss's musings, and returned to his silent state with his head down.

The quiet situation continued for a long time, until another man in a suit knocked on the door and walked in.

"Mr. President. We found another person on the paper."

Fisk looked up: "Where is she."

"In... our other lair."

Ok? !

"What did she do?"

The new man in the suit was a little hesitant, but he quickly said, "He sacked our arsenal."

Fisk raised one eyebrow and asked in a strange tone: "She... destroyed them?"

The man in the suit shook his head: "No, she took them away."

take away? Does she have other accomplices? Otherwise, how can one take it away?

That's a whole two truckloads of bombs...

"She folded the trucks and flew away with them."

"Put together."

Fisk looked at the man in the suit: "Two trucks. Fly away. Is that so?"

Although his scalp was numb from Fisker's eyes, the man in the suit still nodded, "Yes!"

Fisk was silent again, after a long time: "Tariq. Go to the warehouse in the south and bring some washing powder. Put it in...

Forget it, put it in the old house in Hell's Kitchen.

Let the words go out and say that this batch of goods will be released. "

Although Tariq was puzzled, he nodded and left the room.

The remaining man in the suit was also driven out by Fisker with a wave of his hand.

He was alone in the office. Fisk picked up the two pieces of paper that Leon gave him on his face, looked at it and laughed.

"Hahaha! Maybe, I shouldn't be just a president..."

………………

Hiccups, Leon picked his teeth and walked out of a cafeteria amid the tearful farewell of the entire staff.

"You have a problem with your pizza, and your lobster is too slow. How can you put carrots in fried rice! Really…

I'll come back tomorrow to check on you.

Okay, no need to send it, just get me a bottle of wine and I'll rinse my mouth. "

The manager who squeezed out a smile was a little embarrassed: "Sir, Bordeaux has always been in short supply, and our store does not allow take-out, you see..."

Oh! understood.

Leon reached out and took out a few more big tickets: "I'll eat for a while."

"Bring this gentleman a bottle of Bordeaux!"

Look, is this right?

...

Carrying the kindly gifted Bordeaux, Lyon took a step and took a sip.

He may have been in a good mood these two days, and he has eaten a lot, but he felt a little uncomfortable with his stomach after a long absence.

Shaking his stomach, Leon had no destination and just wandered the streets at night.

When passing by the door of a bar, I was thinking about whether to go in and ask for some street news. With a dazzling effort, Leon was surrounded by three people.

"Hi, buddy, this is your first time."

Leon nodded.

It was indeed his first time.

"Then, do you want to have some fun, you know."

Understand. Leon understands too well, he came out today just for fun.

"Come with me. It's a proper bar. I'll take you to something less formal."

"Ha! That's good, thank you!"

The three strong men looked at each other and returned cheerfully: "Hehehe, you're welcome, you're welcome."

…………

Soon, Leon was taken to the street behind the bar. After turning a corner, the smiles on the faces of the three strong men gradually became presumptuous.

"Little brother, the place I want to take you to requires an entrance fee.

You have to let me know that you have enough strength to spend it. "

And what I can't afford in Lyon? !

Leon patted his chest: "Don't worry, I have money! Look!"

Leon took out a coin after reaching out and flicking it twice in his pocket.

"Just say enough is enough!"

The smiles on the faces of the three strong men turned cold.

"Boy, I advise you not to make these jokes casually."

Pushing Leon into a dark alley, one strong man took out a dagger and played tricks in his hand, another strong man cracked his fingers, and the last strong man patted Leon's shoulder with a smile. : "You can't really have no money, can you. I saw you come out of some expensive and scary cafeteria with my own eyes, this..."

The strong man mentioned the empty wine bottle in Leon's hand: "This will cost a lot of money.

Why, do you want me to help you recall, where is the wallet? "

Leon reached out and turned his pockets over, empty.

"I really really want to go to that bar you mentioned.

But yeah, I don't really have any money. or…

Can you lend me some? "

Ok? ! ? ?

"Stop talking nonsense with him, do it!"

When the grinning Leon was about to be hit on the head with a stick, a throwing knife hit the stick, causing the stick to go from hitting Leon's head to hitting his shoulder.

Leon was silent for a second, looking at the strong man with the stick and looking at the flying knife stuck on the stick.

"Ah~! It hurts so much~! I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Jumping to the side, Leon "falled" to the ground, screaming in pain.

"Fuck! This kid has accomplices! He wants to be black and black!"

As soon as the leader threw the stick, he took out a gun from the lower back with his backhand. When he pointed at Leon and was about to shoot, another thin light flashed.

Ping!

The gun in the strong man's hand flew out.

Then, iron nails flew over one by one, nailing the three strong men to the ground.

The hem of the unfolded leather windbreaker was like wings, and a figure in black fell from the roof and stood between Leon and the three guys.

"You scumbags of society, I will never let you...

Oh! correct! Are you OK! "

The man who came down from the sky didn't seem to be very skilled in business. He suddenly remembered halfway through the line. There was still a poor man lying on the ground with a stick on his shoulder.

He quickly turned around and squatted beside Leon, and helped him sit up against the wall.

"Do you need me to call a doctor for you?"

After sitting up straight, Leon didn't care anymore, frowned, tilted his head and looked at the guy in front of him wearing a Zorro-style black mask with narrow eyes, showing his mouth, nose and all forehead, and asked strangely: " Are you... the eighth?"

"Old eighth? What old eighth?"

"Oh~~~! I'm sorry, I'm so confused, I've got the wrong person!

But the bullseye pattern on your head is really artistic~"

"Really?! You think so too!"

The hero who fell from the sky seems to be very happy that someone has the same aesthetic standard with him, touches the lines on his forehead, and happily gives Leon a thumbs up: "Taste!

Wait a minute, I'll help you get the stolen things back! "

After a while, a series of shouts rang out from the alley. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"That's my wallet! I didn't steal it!"

"This hero, do you think a robber has money, but I, the robbed person, have no money, is this reasonable?"

"Yes! I thought so too! Here you are."

"The watch is really mine! I bought it after saving for a long time!"

"This hero, do you think he can afford this kind of watch on his hand, and I have a bare hand, is that reasonable?"

"Yes! I thought so too, I'll give it back to you."

"Please...the lighter is really mine!"

Pulling out five packs of cigarettes from his pocket, Leon said, "This hero, do you think that someone like me who smokes five packs of cigarettes a day doesn't have three lighters, is it reasonable?"

"You're right, I thought so too!"

Leon's eyes roamed back and forth on the three strong men, his divine light was like electricity, and his eyes showed greed.