Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Murray's hands were shaking. He hadn't felt this way for a long time. Once upon a time, when he was young and could come four times a night, he would be so excited. At that time, he had blond hair and wore tight jeans.

With high leather boots, you can reach countless young girls with a second-hand Harley.

But, let’s face it.

Now, he is a middle-aged man with a bald head and a big belly. He sits behind his desk and stares at boring submission columns all day long. His boss doesn't care about him, and his colleagues regard him as nothing. He has no wife, no children, and even

I still live with my mother. Every morning I have to be woken up by the sound of her doing aerobics.

A realistic template of a middle-aged frustrated man.

However, all this may be about to turn around today.

Murray stared at the screen of his computer, where an anonymous user sent a long email, with two attachments attached for download. He raised his head like a thief and looked around

, nervously picked up the coffee next to his right hand and took a sip. The familiar cheap taste instantly woke him up.

Damn it, Murray, this is your only chance...!

Grab it!

He took a few deep breaths and felt flustered. So he took out a small medicine bottle from the drawer, took out a few pills and swallowed it. It was a "sedative" medicine prescribed to him by his doctor. He remembered

I can't remember the name. But this thing really works. After taking the pills, he felt better.

So Murray began to read.

The more he read, the more frightened he felt. The initial desire for fame gradually disappeared. Murray realized little by little... If what was said above was true, then, any one of the long list

People are enough to crush him into slag.

They don't even need to show up in person, just say a word, and many people will rush to do their dirty work for them. Murray knows this very well, but he can't restrain his desire to read on. Because

He was so nervous that he even started biting his nails, like a fat hamster, hiding behind the computer screen, full of fear.

"Oh my God......."

He muttered to himself, slumped down on the chair, and those horrific photos and descriptions flashed before his eyes. What is "a fixed number of people are killed every year by drawing lots"? Is this some kind of bizarre horror movie? Also, this anonymous submission

Who is this person? How could he know so much about them?

His right hand hesitated on the mouse, and the cursor went back and forth on the screen. Finally, he made up his mind and downloaded the attachment. Not long after, the computer made a cold beep, indicating to him that the download was successful.

Murray clicked on the first attachment.

The first image he saw made him feel sick to his stomach - it was a man with his limbs cut off, and four other men wearing masks stood around him, holding the man's limbs in their hands.

Face the camera and give a thumbs up sign.

What the hell?

Murray didn't dare to look further. He browsed quickly and quickly scrolled down to the end of the attachment. There was a picture of a mansion in the woods. The photographer took this picture at night. His skills were obviously

Yes, the mansion looked extremely majestic and beautiful under the moonlight, but the paragraph that the contributor wrote about it made Murray shudder.

"For many years, they plotted their murder plans in this mansion. They usually killed between twenty and forty people every year. They had a whole year to lay out their plans and techniques. Finally, at Christmas, they

There will be a selection. They will choose who has the most original way of killing."

"According to what I know, their horrific plan has been going on for twelve years. But in the past twelve years, no reporter has disclosed this matter, and there has been no report in the local newspaper. The police station has not responded.

The victims were never spared from any relevant reports to the police, but none of their relatives, neighbors, friends, or colleagues noticed anything was wrong, and none even chose to pursue the matter to the end."

"You want to know why?"

Hell, of course I want to know!

Guhu

Murray cursed secretly, and he took another sip of coffee. However, because of the trembling of his palms, he accidentally spilled some coffee on his pants when he put it down. The hot temperature made him frown, but Murray was too lazy to move at all.

He grinned and opened the second attachment. This attachment was called evidence.

An hour later, the Texas Pioneer reported the news urgently. Once the incident was revealed, it quickly spread on social media. At the same time, major TV stations also began emergency live broadcasts.

As for the instigator? He was farming.

Thanos swung his hoe vigorously. In his opinion, farming was not much easier than killing, and it was even more difficult. Sometimes, if you want to kill a person, you only need to wave the knife in your hand, or maybe

It means pulling the trigger. But farming is different.

You have to consider the quality of the soil, you have to weed, fertilize, and remove pests. Thanos sometimes jokes to himself: I may not be so serious about raising children.

Only he knows that he is telling the truth.

Not long after, at noon, the phone he placed in his trouser pocket began to vibrate crazily. A smile appeared on Thanos's lips, and then he continued to work.

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"Who would do this to a child?"

"I don't know—pay attention, asshole! She's dying, call the Crimson Order people over here! I need them to give this kid some blood!"

Inside the camp, the army doctors were busy anxiously looking for the life of a child. None of them dared to say that they were sure they could save her. After all, the child was seriously injured.

When she was brought back by Thain, many people even thought she was dead. She lost her arms and eyes. Her whole body was covered with scars and bruises from being beaten, as well as her extremely weak physical condition.

Thain's order was also very simple - save her at all costs.

No one asked him why, there was no need for a reason.

Thain's face was not very good, but it was not very bad either. If Darius had to describe it, he could only think of the word 'calm'.

However, it is the calmness of the sea - the kind of calmness that can be calm one second and suddenly turbulent the next.

"General."

"Hmm." Thane gave a dull reply from his nose. He asked lightly: "The Demacians were not like this when I died."

He tapped his steel chin pointedly: "Look at what happened to that child. What is the difference between what they are doing now and what they have always despised?"

Darius replied: "Perhaps not all Demacians, General."

"I know." Thane stroked his fingers on Jarvan I's crown and said, "If they were all like this, it would be impossible to give birth to soldiers who would fight to the death...tomorrow morning

, prepare to attack.”

"The war between us and the Demacians has been going on for too long. Let's end it as soon as possible."

Darius lowered his head slightly: "Yes, General."