Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 2: I Picked Up a Female Warrior

"Change to a different batch!"

"Alright!" The nightclub owner looked at Ang with a fawning smile.

Before long, a group of giggling, brightly dressed girls arrived at the booth.

Ang casually picked two women who looked good and sat down. With beauties in his arms, he sipped several hundred dollars' worth of imported liquor and listened to the wavy-haired beauty on stage, dressed like a canary, singing a seductive song in a melodious Western voice. It was a classic hit, Britney Spears' "3".

Under the neon lights, seductive voices stirred the hormones within the young beauties on the dance floor. They swayed their hips energetically, displaying their sexy bodies, and occasionally casting flirtatious glances at the wealthy patrons in the various booths.

Ang felt very comfortable.

There was a mirror not far away. Looking at himself in the mirror, Ang fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

The young, dark-haired man in the mirror, clearly not yet twenty, was wearing an expensive, tailor-made black suit, a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, and a gold chain as thick as a thumb. He had the yellow skin of a dragon descendant and a handsome face that could be that of a top movie star.

His features were still his, but they seemed to have undergone minor cosmetic surgery, making him handsome enough to make most women go crazy for him and call him "giegie".

Correct!

He crossed.

But his life is just too good.

Upon transmigrating, I discovered that the original owner of this body had died drunk in a very clean and upscale toilet.

That's not important. What's important is that the black bank card with gold trim in his pocket has his own signature on the back.

Based on the remaining vague memories, this card seemed to have no limit.

Next, the obsequious face of the nightclub owner who came over to serve him proved that his memory was correct.

He's the kind of guy who comes here and spends a fortune.

He was even accompanied by two incredibly burly bodyguards dressed in black, with weapons clearly tucked into their waistbands.

Ang originally wanted to ask himself where he had traveled to.

Now it seems that this is not important.

Since 100 million is already a small goal, let's enjoy it!

Ang raised his glass high and shouted excitedly, "Drink! Everyone drink! Tonight, no one leaves until they're completely drunk! All the drinks are on me!"

The moment those last words were spoken, the entire audience erupted in commotion.

The men were cheering, and the women were screaming.

The man cast envious, jealous, and hateful glances at her.

The women, on the other hand, seemed to want to tear Ang to pieces on the spot.

Late at night, Ang sneaked out of the nightclub's back door for a smoke.

"Louis, I need some peace and quiet," he instructed his bodyguard.

"Yes, Boss!" The two bodyguards tactfully walked to the end of the alley, about ten meters away from Ang, and occasionally turned their heads to glance at Ang.

Just then, a flash of light appeared behind Ang's head, and a slender figure fell out from it.

This isn't an inflatable wife, or a two-dimensional character.

A beautiful girl!

Ang opened his hazy eyes wide, unable to see clearly, but still felt that this girl was a hundred times prettier than those slutty bitches inside?

He vaguely tried to pick the girl up.

It's too heavy to move.

"Clang!" A crisp metallic sound echoed in the back alley.

Hearing the commotion, two bodyguards rushed over, and Louis smiled knowingly: "Boss, you certainly have good taste!"

"Isn't that right? I've always had a good eye," Ang replied, slightly drunk.

Louis winked at another bodyguard, who understood and went to get the car.

I found the woman's golden armor a bit strange, but as a bodyguard, the most important thing is to keep my mouth shut.

This is a nightclub!

Are there any girls wearing cosplay outfits?

Nurse uniforms, maid outfits, and the like.

The day before yesterday, he also saw a girl wearing a tight-fitting outfit and a full-face cat-ear mask. To be honest, that girl had a really good figure.

"Uh, why is the cosplayer actually wearing armor? Is this the real deal?"

"They're really willing to spend the money."

The two bodyguards whispered among themselves and hurriedly carried the beautiful woman into Ang's extended Lincoln limousine, quickly returning to Ang's house in the suburbs.

Opening the main gate of the villa, it took half a minute to arrive at this mansion with a modern abstract style and full of metal curved structures.

Servants naturally came to carry Ang and take the beautiful girl to Ang's bedroom.

Unfortunately, Ang drank too much and fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed.

"Huff! Huff huff—"

When I woke up this morning, the first thing I saw was the face of a woman as beautiful as a fairy. Her features were so exquisite, almost like works of art, and with the droplets of water falling, she looked exceptionally alluring. Completely different from those internet celebrities with their faces covered in makeup, her pure and spirited temperament was something no one could imitate.

who is she!?

Ang was completely dumbfounded, not expecting this to happen.

Only when he was hungover and could recall the outrageous things he had done did he realize that something was wrong.

To make matters worse, as he carefully examined that stunningly beautiful face, his damned heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

It wasn't because of excitement, but because of fear.

faint!

I found Wonder Woman while picking up a body last night!?

How is that possible?

"Was I...was I watching TV?"

It seemed that the word "television" triggered the smart device in the room, and the 150-inch TV in his bedroom suddenly turned on by itself, broadcasting the morning news.

On the 8K high-resolution TV screen, Ang saw a face that gave him a headache.

A voice came from the television: "Gotham City Morning News—Stark Industries has demonstrated astonishing strength, in no way inferior to Wayne Enterprises, in its arms sales..."

The morning breeze was a bit chilly.

Ang's heart is the same.

Dry!

I've been transported to Gotham City, a city known for its peaceful and simple people!?

Not just Gotham City, but also Earth, which is located at the core of both the DC and Marvel universes?

Damn it, he's destined for a life of misfortune!

Ang's hands were trembling slightly.

Wonder Woman's sleeping face was anything but peaceful. She seemed to be tormented by some terrible and extraordinary force. Her eyelids and facial muscles twitched slightly, and her hands unconsciously tore the sheets. She looked like she was in a lot of pain.

Ang called her several times, but she didn't respond.

"This is serious! Something must be wrong." As a time traveler, Ang knew about Wonder Woman's performance in the two movies, but he had never heard of her suffering like this.

Just as Ang was staring intently at Wonder Woman's face, a semi-transparent screen was projected into the center of his field of vision:

Name: Diana Prince.

Nickname: Wonder Woman.

Status: Coma due to exhaustion of divine power.

"Divine power depleted?" Ang was dumbfounded. "Wonder Woman is in trouble, and we're in Gotham City... the rest of the Justice League, Batman, come save her!"

He turned his head, intending to make some kind of bat mark to summon the [money-powered person], when he inadvertently glanced at several picture frames in his room.

There's a solo photo of the deceased Ang, and also a photo of a half-grown Ang with a woman.

The original owner's mother was a very beautiful dragon-descended woman, but as he looked at her, Ang felt something was off.

Single mother?

Where is the original owner's father?

Could it be that his dad is one of those League of Legends junglers who can hide in the jungle and never come out no matter how much you beg? These guys who won't come even if you spawn at their base have a 'nice' title—"Jungle Daddy"!

As for who his biological father was, Ang searched through all of the original owner's memories and still didn't know.

"Fine, who wants to have a father figure over them for no reason?"

Shaking his head, Ang's gaze returned to Wonder Woman, and suddenly he said with a mischievous grin, "Hehehe! Wonder Woman! You don't want your Steve to know that I picked you up while you were drunk last night, do you?"

It's fun to talk big for a while, and it's fun to keep talking big.

After making that boastful remark, Ang was filled with fear.

He wasn't sure which era this Wonder Woman belonged to, but any Wonder Woman who came from the Amazonian paradise island was likely someone with ample life experience.

It wasn't that he was afraid, but that he had angered Wonder Woman. If she punched him, he might—no, he really would—die.

So, what should we do?

Just then, a news report suddenly appeared on TV.

"Special report: Last night, a suspected shootout occurred between Batman and the Penguin gang, with a huge explosion heard at the scene and multiple bloodstains found. Witnesses also reported seeing a Bat-shaped plane crash."

Ang: "..."

Even Batman can be unreliable sometimes!

Ang realized he had too little information. He wasn't entirely sure what the situation was like in Gotham City right now.

Batman getting injured is commonplace.

Ultimately, he was just an ordinary person.

Looking at Wonder Woman in her leather armor and brass shoulder armor, Ang wasn't quite sure if she had already started her vigilante acts in Gotham City and offended a bunch of criminals.

Without a doubt, Wonder Woman is a hot potato in his family.

Just then, a system pop-up window appeared: [A critical talent activation event has been detected… Mandatory mission issued—Protect Wonder Woman until she regains consciousness. Mission failure will result in the immediate and permanent shutdown of this system. Based on the host's current physical condition, shutting down the system will lead to the host's death. Successfully protecting Wonder Woman Diana will grant the host a chance to obtain a single-universe-level talent.]

"Is there even a need to choose?" Ang immediately got to work. He snapped his fingers, and the intelligent system started making calls according to its settings. A few seconds later, a silver-haired butler in a well-fitting suit appeared on the video phone screen next to the door.

"Young Master Ang, you called me?"

"Frank, get ready, I'm going out to sea today."

The wealthy in Gotham City always find ways to protect themselves. The chaos and crime of the slums seem completely unrelated to the rich neighborhoods. It's as if God placed both heaven and hell in Gotham City.

As a mysteriously wealthy heir, Ang owns a 100-foot yacht called the "Bronhill".

In his memory, the previous owner often had parties with a bunch of pretty girls on the roof.

Before long, the butler Frank arrived, bringing with him a tablet computer that was turned on.

Unexpectedly, Ang waved his hand: "I'm going out to sea with Miss Prince today. Let Louis and the others come over."

When the bodyguards learned that their young master wanted them to carry the girl they had picked up the night before onto the yacht again, their expressions were quite strange.

Last night's was called "picking up a corpse," what do you call this today?

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(End of this chapter)