Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"I'm too lazy to apply with him. What's there to apply for?"

The bald middle-aged man slammed the report in his hand on the table, and his roaring voice even silenced the police station for a moment: "Damn idiot! I hope he gets syphilis, hemorrhoids, and smallpox! My wife cheated on me and He got divorced, took away all his money, and then died alone on the street!"

Standing in front of him was a lady in formal attire. She sighed helplessly: "Director, why don't you just surrender? It's just a matter of lowering your head."

"Lower your head?" The director's eyes widened, and his beard looked like it was about to reach the sky. "Do you want to listen to what you are talking about? Officer Mavis?"

"I am the commissioner of the New York Police Department! That damn FBI thinks he can break into my city without permission and cause chaos, and in the end I have to bow to him and ask for support?"

"What the hell! Before he came, this place was fine! The only thing we had to worry about was Spider-Woman. This bastard said he came to hunt Spider-Woman. As a result, he brought a lot of criminals with criminal records. Now this group of criminals Right here in my city, I can’t even arrest them!”

Officer Mavis sighed again: "Seriously, Director. Although I agree with your idea, our top priority now is to apply for support, no matter who the support comes from. FBI, CIA or the damn SHIELD Bureau......"

The middle-aged man sat down on his office chair and looked at Officer Mavis unhappily: "Are you the director or am I the director?"

Officer Mavis shrugged: "Of course you are the director, so I hope you can make the right decision."

She pointed to the hall outside: "We have injured a third of our staff in half a month. Now, there are not even enough police officers patrolling every day. Some people have to patrol three blocks alone. I have asked four of them this week. Newcomers who have not fully passed the training are on duty with guns."

As she spoke, she crossed her arms and said, "It's up to you, Director."

After a period of silence, the director sighed: "I never thought in my fucking life that I would have to lick an FBI's ass."

"Be more liberal, Director. At least you don't have to lick that thing in front of him."

"Mavis."

"Yes, sir."

"Get out!"

"Okay, sir."

Mavis left his office calmly and closed the door thoughtfully. She had just taken two steps out of the office when a fat guy came over and asked, "Did he agree?"

"Of course, I'll find him myself. Old George has never been able to do anything to me." Mavis smiled, and she patted the fat guy's butt and said, "But to be honest, Gilmore, you need to lose weight."

Gilmore lifted his waistband. He looked like a balloon filled with water, the black one.

He didn't care at all about being patted on the butt, and patted his belly again. He was not ashamed, but smiled proudly: "People in our family have to eat more, Mavis, like you Women who have to pay attention to their figure all the time don’t know what that feels like.”

"What does it feel like?"

"Imagine that you have finished eating three burgers and two fried chickens. At this time, your mother brings out a large plate of steak. After you finish all this, you can still drink two milkshakes. And then there are

Ice cream is waiting for you to solve.”

His description made Mavis shudder: "No, let's forget it. One meal of yours can feed me for a week, Gilmore, don't you think about your own health?"

"Life is short, carpe diem! I want to eat, so I eat." Gilmore shrugged. "Besides, I don't see any health problems."

Mavis pretended she didn't know that he was out of breath even walking up the stairs.

At this time, another person walked over, a tall and strong man with black hair and a military-like temperament.

"Hello, Mavis."

"Hello to you, Frankie."

The man frowned: "Don't call me Frankie."

"Well, Francis, what do you want?"

Francis said with a straight face: "Nothing, I just want to make sure your plan is successful. Has our old stubborn George relented and asked for support? If he doesn't relent, I will have to go in and kick his ass myself."

"Oh, don't worry yet! Francis, of course he agreed. After all, it was me who took the initiative."

"Very good." Francis nodded. "In that case, I have no problem." After saying that, he turned and left.

Mavis and Guillermo looked at his leaving figure and looked at each other.

"Has Frank always been like this?"

"Call him Francis, he took his Italian name back after his wife died."

"By the way, have those bastards been caught?"

Mavis thought for a while and then said to Gilmore: "You'd better not ask about this, Gilmore. We announced that they are all missing."

Guillermo took a breath: "You mean...?"

Mavis nodded: "Yes, it's what you think."

She rolled up her sleeves and said calmly: "The unlucky guy has had no luck since he came back from the Marine Corps. First he was inexplicably involved in a major transnational case. Then he was killed by a gangster while going on a picnic with his family.

A terrorist attack occurred. His wife died, but he held his son and daughter in his arms and blocked all the bullets."

"So," she turned her head and looked at Gilmore: "What position do we have to prevent him from taking revenge?"

"I really didn't know Frank had such a past. I thought he was just a little more difficult to get along with."

Gilmore's words made Mavis laugh out loud: "A little difficult to get along with? Hahahahaha, you are really funny, Gilmore. Considering that you don't go out in the field, I pretend I have never heard this sentence.

.However, you'd better not say this in front of the people in the field team."

"Why?"

Mavis gave him an intriguing smile: "Question: A man with a strong self-destructive tendency works in the police station. He has excellent marksmanship and extraordinary skills. Which department will he be assigned to?"

Gilmore swallowed.

----------------------------------------

Gwen is lying.

Obviously, she thought she was covering up well. But too many words lead to mistakes. The more she said, the more mistakes she made. A lie often requires more lies to make up for it.

He Shenyan squinted. He was sitting on the roof of the building, playing with a delicate lighter in his hand. It was a gift from Gwen. The girl said that she traveled half the city to buy this outdated lighter.

She felt it suited the mage's taste.

It's a pity, I don't smoke. He Shenyan smiled.

The spider totem thing is real, and so is the attraction between them.

But what she said about creating a connection when encountering blood is 100% false - yes, blood plays a very important role in occultism, and can even replace the real name to a certain extent.

But blood is by no means a panacea. What's more, after checking himself, he found no problems at all. There was nothing in his mind except the mark reserved to contact the emperor.

So, here comes the problem.

Spider Totem......Why did you choose me?

You can’t really want a super powerful Spider-Man, right?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, and the laughter spread far away on the top of the building. His figure also disappeared in a wave of fluctuations.

old place.

The Emperor held his hands behind his back and stared at the dark Milky Way in front of him with a solemn expression.

He Shenyan walked up to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Frank's efficiency is a bit too good." The Emperor said this with an extremely solemn expression, just like a man who felt he was too rich after winning tens of millions in lottery tickets.

Valley

The mage rolled his eyes: "Are you serious? This is the first time I have seen someone dislike the employees of his company for being too efficient."

"Just kidding." His solemn expression suddenly changed into a smile, and the emperor said with a faint smile: "Didn't you say you were leaving for a while for a vacation? Why did you contact me again?"

"The vacation was not very successful." The mage shook his head. "Let's put it this way, there is a multiverse-level god of life who wants to have a child from me. In order to achieve this goal, he specially found me.

...Acquaintance? Can be considered an acquaintance."

The emperor raised his left eyebrow very slowly with a strange amplitude: "So, you agreed?"

"Do I look sick or am I only thinking with my lower body? I mean, she is very good, very good. But I have no idea of ​​getting married at the moment, and I also need to have a child?" He Shenyan shook his head.

While waving his hands, "Don't even think about it."

"Have you ever considered...?"

"It just wants part of my power - of course, of course I have considered this possibility. In fact, this is the possibility that came to my mind immediately. But the problem is that I don't know whether this thing is intelligent at all.

.”

"It's just a possibility." The emperor touched his chin and said calmly: "You are indeed a hot commodity, mage. Forgive my rhetoric - but, you are really a hot commodity."

"Look at yourself. You are not even a hundred years old, but you already have this kind of power. It is normal for someone to target you."

He Shenyan sighed: "The problem isn't here, it's the weird mutual attraction between her and me. I'm already trying my best to avoid seeing her, and the two of us can't have a normal conversation at all."

The emperor glanced at him up and down: "There is nothing wrong with your mental body."

"Yeah, I know that too."

The emperor nodded: "Yes, you know."

The mage's body froze for a moment, and he suddenly realized that he had missed something. He was darkened under the lamp - it was not magic that acted on the mind, but a special hormone that acted on the body.

.

Looking at his expression, the emperor smiled slowly: "It seems you have finally discovered it, which is good."

"Before you leave, let me ask you a question," the emperor said. "Do you have any room for love in your heart?"

"Not until I finish everything. What's more, I've long been used to being alone."

The Emperor nodded noncommittally.

----------------------------------------

"I heard he's back again."

"who?"

"Don't play dumb, man, him! Who else could I use such a sissy tone on but him?"

"Oh!" The guy suddenly realized it. After looking left and right, he dared to say softly: "You're talking about Batman, right?"

His companion suddenly yelled angrily: "Are you an idiot? Damn it! Don't mention his name!"

The guy looked at his companion in confusion: "What can't be mentioned? Can he suddenly appear from behind me?"

As he finished speaking, a cold breath climbed up his back. A heavy hand grabbed his shoulder. He heard heavy breathing coming from behind - no, not from behind. It was.

Coming from hell.

After two brief cries of pain, two severely disabled people appeared on the ground.

too slow.

A wave of dissatisfaction flashed through his heart, Bruce Wayne, Crane Sample, Batman, the Primarch thought. He couldn't tolerate this kind of efficiency - especially after learning about what humans do in another world.

After facing the threat, it became even more difficult for him to tolerate this low efficiency.

After undergoing the transformation, he has an infinite lifespan, which is enough for him to spend the first fifty years slowly patrolling and transforming Gotham into the kind of place he wants - but this is not enough, not at all.

.Batman now has a more noble goal. He still hates criminals, but he also has something else to hate.

His figure disappeared into an icy mist, and in the blink of an eye it regrouped on the tallest building in Gotham. Staring at the night view below, he realized that it was time to move forward with his plan.

Without further ado, start now.

The power from the depths of his bloodline exploded with all its strength, and he disappeared from the spot, turning into a cold wind blowing across the roof. A few minutes later, he appeared in another city: Metropolis.

A man wearing a red and blue shirt descended from the sky and slowly fell. He stared at the tall black figure on the ground and said slowly with a complex expression: "You are not him, are you?"

"It can be."

Superman landed slowly. He was more than a head shorter than Batman. After all, Batman was now more than three meters tall and was still growing. His body was shrouded in a cloak, with a bone-chilling aura.

It emanated from all over him.

"Okay, Batman, what do you want from me?"

"I want to unify the world."

"what would you like?!"

"Unify the world." Batman repeated. "Wars between countries are meaningless. I am tired of watching politicians' intrigues and calculations on the news. In the end, it is the ordinary people who are hurt, and you

These fancy-dressed superheroes..."

"Morality has bound you. Of course, this is also because you don't have a great ideal." He said to himself, without any concern about Superman's increasingly ugly face.

Until he finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted Batman: "Listen, man. I know you are one of his clones. But I don't know where this power in you comes from, and I don't know yours."

Where does this ambition come from. But I don’t mind asking you to stop your crazy fantasies, understand?”

"crazy?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Batman's lips: "Mr. Scout, I'm not crazy. I'm doing this for a higher goal, not to rule the world for selfish purposes as you imagine. What's more,

, I said 'unification'."

As he spoke, he slowly moved forward and grabbed the fist that Superman wanted to swing. The force was so strong that Superman couldn't break free.

He said slowly: "The universe is very big...and there are many worlds. Countless compatriots in worlds that are similar but different from ours are suffering tragic fates. I cannot sit idly by and ignore this."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Batman let go of his hand, grabbed Superman's armor, and slowly lifted him up until he was on the same level as himself: "Tell me, Clark Kent. When you have the ability to save someone, but you don't

Do you regret not doing that?"

Superman's face was dazed for a moment: "...Yes, I can."

"What about a thousand people? Do you feel uncontrollably guilty?"

"...Yes I will."

"Now, expand this number to ten thousand, ten million, billions, or even the entire universe-" Batman let go of his hand and let Superman fall to the ground. He raised his head and stared at the stars at night: "-Now

, you should be able to understand how I feel at this time."

Superman, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head. He didn't understand why he just said the truth. But Batman has always had a convincing power in him, especially after he inexplicably became so tall.

Stronger.

He asked: "I don't understand, what do you mean?"

"Just imagine, Kent." Batman said coldly. "Do you think we are the only intelligent creatures in the universe? I believe that even the stupidest idiot would not give a definite answer, especially since you are from

Krypton.”

Superman listened quietly.

"So, expand the scope. Are we the only universe that exists?"

"Parallel universe theory?" Superman muttered to himself.

"Yes, but it's not a parallel universe."

Batman turned around, his tall body was covered by a cloak of the same color as the night, like a majestic mountain range: "It's many different universes."

Superman fell into a state of confusion. He could not understand what Batman was saying in this short period of time - in fact, no one could fully understand it. The only ones who could understand were the followers of Tzeentch.

"I noticed that you are thinking. This is a good thing. Thinking is the greatest wealth that humans have...So, Kent, I want you to think about what I said."

When he was about to leave, he said this: "In addition, I am not discussing with you. I am telling you. In three days, I will stop all meaningless wars in the world and completely end the meaningless internal strife."

."