Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

She wanted to say - wasn't my father killed by you? Or are you referring to my original father? Why should I see him? I haven't even seen him a few times...you ask

What is this for?

Ten thousand questions were swirling in her mind, but in the end there was only one word that came out of her mouth.

"Huh?" she said blankly.

He Shenyan tapped his forehead - he was bored when he asked this question, but he suddenly remembered that there was something like this.

In a certain universe, there is a Mad Titan who was thrown to Texas to work as a farmer.

That Thanos has taken a completely different life trajectory. Not to mention crazy, the last time He Shenyan checked his situation, he had already begun to enter the political arena.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to compensate you or feel guilty for killing your father. In fact, you and your sister should know best what kind of person he is."

Of course.

Gamora lowered her head with a complicated expression - Thanos, known as the Mad Titan Thanos, was merciless to the two of them. He had been brutally trained since childhood, and the few occasional expressions of tenderness were only fleeting.

Part of the time, he is a cold, ruthless and super-powerful madman.

And this madman has been carrying out family planning for a hundred years in the universe.

"Actually, I asked this question just because I wanted to ask." He Shenyan spread out his hands sincerely and explained to her. "Please forgive me, just treat it as if I didn't say anything, okay?"

After saying that, he turned around and planned to leave. Gamora stood there, her cheeks twitching, and her heart was speechless. If she hadn't dared to scold him, she would have scolded him angrily.

Who is he? Is he sick? Inexplicable...

However, the figure holding her hand and walking through the long spaceship corridor appeared in front of her eyes. Her body made a decision faster than her brain: "I think!"

The mage stopped in his tracks, with an expression on his face as if he was looking for a good show. Invisibly, it actually merged with Sithorn's usual smile.

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"Mr. Thanos, there are two reporters who want to interview you."

"What TV station?"

"."

Thanos raised his head: "Let them leave my office and be polite. By the way, Miss Aurora, any future interviews with the TV station can be declined. Please also inform the gentlemen in the guard room and ask them to strictly

Keep an eye out for these people.”

"I understand, sir."

The dark-skinned secretary quickly left the office, leaving Thanos and another woman talking inside.

"Excuse me, Miss Aurora is a top student at Yale University, but she is not very accustomed to the environment of being a secretary." Thanos showed an apologetic smile on his face. "What did you just say?"

The white-haired but still elegant lady wore an expensive but outdated long dress. Her wrinkled hands firmly grasped the faded strap of her handbag, her expression was uneasy but still

Force yourself to remain calm.

"That's right, my son-in-law..."

The old lady pursed her lips before continuing.

"He had an affair, and not long ago he beat my pregnant daughter until she had a miscarriage. My husband was very angry and went to see him, but he beat him to the hospital. I have no choice, sir, I have no choice...

. He is a police officer in the city. He threatened me, but I did not dare to call the police."

"please forgive."

The old lady took off her glasses and wiped her tears with the handkerchief in her pocket: "...Please forgive me for my gaffe, Mr. Thanos. But, I heard that you have the ability to make decisions for those who cannot make decisions for themselves.

People who want justice. For God’s sake, sir, please... help me.”

"Of course I will help you, Mrs. Hopkins. Anyone who hears this kind of thing will feel angry. I am no exception. But I have two things to tell you."

Thanos's expression gradually became serious.

"First, this matter has nothing to do with God's will. Mrs. Hopkins, it was your desire to seek justice for your daughter and husband that brought you to me. This has nothing to do with God; it has nothing to do with God.

You have helped yourselves. Think about it, Mrs. Hopkins. If this is God's will, then your daughter's miscarriage and your husband's hospitalization are part of His will."

Ignoring Mrs. Hopkins who looked confused, Thanos continued: "Second, how do you want me to seek justice for you?"

He stood up and walked around the office. He raised his right hand and moved his wrist with a serious expression: "I can find him, warn him, and keep him away from your family in my name. But this won't change anything.

. He will always come back with revenge, because for a person like him, losing face is more uncomfortable than losing life."

"——This is also something that domestic abusers have in common."

He stopped in front of his window, staring at the peaceful neighborhood, and said in a calm voice: "So, if you really want to seek justice for yourself, Mrs. Hopkins, I can't do it alone.

You must act on your own, my lady, you must be brave and rely not on God but on yourself!”

"Me, me?" Mrs. Hopkins gripped the strap of her purse tighter. "What can I do?"

"Evidence, Mrs. Hopkins. Evidence."

Thanos turned his head and showed a gentle smile: "He is a domestic abuser and has already committed two horrific crimes. You only need to go to the hospital and ask a doctor to issue a certificate for you. It is not possible.

, medical records can also prove it. He caused your daughter to abort and beat your husband... These are all true things."

"As long as you can get this kind of conclusive evidence, I can use my power as mayor to force the police system to pay attention to this matter. Furthermore, I don't believe there are no good people in our police. Bastards like him are in the minority after all.

.”

After spending another ten minutes optimizing the details for Mrs. Hopkins, Thanos sent her away. However, just as he let the old lady leave, his expression suddenly turned gloomy.

After returning to his desk, Thanos picked up the phone on the table: "Ms. Aurora, it's me. Could you please ask Mr. Hank from the guard room to come?"

Not long after, heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor in front of his office, and then the door was knocked rhythmically.

"Come in, Hank."

A middle-aged man with Italian ancestry walked in with a solemn expression: "Are you looking for me, Mr. Sanos?"

"Yes, please sit down, Hank." Thanos made a gesture. "I have something to give you."

"You said it." Hank nodded crisply.

Thanos did not speak in a hurry, but opened the drawer and handed Hank a cigar. He knew that Hank, a mixed-race Italian whose name had nothing to do with Italians, had no other hobbies except cigars.

After he accepted it, Thanos spoke.

"What's going on with that plan we're working with the police on?"

"Seventeen young drug dealers have been arrested in the past three months, and they have been severely advised. These seventeen children are currently doing well, and the thieves on the street have become much more peaceful. The news from the police is that if

In half a month we can announce that there will no longer be any drugs circulating in the school."

Thanos smiled: "Well done, but this is only the first step. Our ultimate goal is to arrest all those who manufacture and sell drugs. This is our town, we cannot let them harm us.

Child, isn’t it?”

"That's natural, sir." Hank nodded. "Is there anything else you can do?"

"That's right, I want you to do me a favor."

Thanos leaned back in his chair and sighed: "You know there is a local Mrs. Hopkins? Her son-in-law... Well, let's put it this way, Hank. I need you to go to a

Go to the city, find this bastard and give him some color."

Hank's expression changed slightly - their town was not too big, not too small.

Three schools and two shopping malls. But these things cannot conceal the ancient human touch in the town. Mrs. Hopkins and her family are quite popular in the local area, but their daughter’s husband is a scumbag who often hangs out in bars.

He hooked up with shady women, and even got into fights with the bartender a few times.

Many people have long been unhappy with this bastard. If he hadn't been working in the city, someone would have crossed the line of words and had a physical conflict with him.

Texans don't tell you that much, police? The police can't beat you. Just because you're a police officer doesn't mean you're not a scumbag.

"What did he do?" Hank asked.

"He caused Mrs. Hopkins' daughter to abort, and then beat old Mr. Hopkins until he was hospitalized." Thanos said simply. "That's it, are you willing to do this for me?"

A charming smile slowly appeared on Hank's face - he was a retired soldier. He had been doing bodyguard work locally before accepting a job in the mayor's office. But the things he learned were impressive.

Didn't let go.

"Understood, sir. I'll go now."

"Goodbye and good luck, Hank."

"Thank you, sir."

Hank closed the door and left. Thanos sat on the chair and sighed.

Judging from the current speed, it may take him several decades to enter the upper echelons of politics and change some things. But there is nothing he can do. The extraordinary power he had when he was the Mad Titan has disappeared. At this time, he is just a little bit.

A strong, ordinary person with some brains.

——Especially likes to be nosy.

Revenge for Mrs. Jackson seemed to be the beginning, but what happened next made him even more out of control. One day, he bumped into two drug dealers in front of a local high school who were trying to sell drugs and hallucinogens to children.

This made him furious - of course Thanos knew what these things were, he had seen too many similar things.

Not to mention earthlings, even aliens who are exposed to this kind of stuff will turn into idiots who only know how to enjoy themselves. The more important point is that the targets of those two bastards selling drugs are children.

I am still a high school student who likes to pursue excitement.

If they get caught with this kind of thing, their lives will be ruined.

Thanos didn't want this to happen, so he interfered once. That night, when drug dealers came to his door, he interfered a second time, then a third time, and a fourth time.

When he came to his senses, Thanos was in the local newspapers and became a well-known hero in the neighborhood who single-handedly defeated the gang.

At this time, he had an idea - he would not stop doing anything, forget it, stop farming. Just then, the position of mayor became vacant, so he immediately ran for election, and he succeeded in the election through his influence. He has been in office for two years now.

Half a year later, the reputation went up.

The people in the small town are just simple, not stupid. They all know which mayor does practical things and which mayor is sneaky. Otherwise, Ms. Aurora, a top student at Yale University, would not take the initiative to be his office

secretary.

His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. Thanos reached out to pick it up, and Aurora's voice rang inside: "Sir, there is a lady outside who wants to see you."

"Ma'am? Do I know her?"

"She said you should know her, oh, by the way. She said her name is Gamora."

"..."

"Sir? Sir? Are you still there?"

Thanos's eyes widened - one second passed, two seconds passed, and he took a deep breath: "...Yes, I'm still here, sorry, Aurora. My pen just fell under the table.

There you go, Ms. Gamora, right? Ask her to come in."

He hung up the phone, stood up immediately, and began to pace restlessly in the office.

...Why is she here?

Did they find me?

No, no, if they find me, those heroes won't let me go. What did she want to do here?

Is she...ok?

Thanos took a deep breath to calm down. Footsteps sounded outside the corridor. The gap between lifting and falling was exactly half a second. It was precise and precise.

Yes, it's really her. This pace...

Footsteps gradually approached, and someone knocked on the door. Thanos walked over and opened the office door with his own hands. Standing in front of him was a woman with red hair and wheat-colored skin, no different from humans.

But that face was extremely familiar to him.

She looked at Thanos, who also looked like a human, and slowly smiled: "...Hello, father."

The former Mad Titan stared at her blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment. It wasn't until Gamora raised her eyebrows and asked, "Aren't you going to invite me in?" that he replied.

God comes.

He hurriedly got out of the way: "Please come in, please come in."

Then he closed the door quietly, walked to the window and opened it - he had smoked here not long ago, and the smell of smoke still lingered. He didn't know if Gamora liked this smell, but it was best to

Let them disperse.

Gamora looked at his actions and couldn't help laughing: "You are really completely different, father."

Thanos stood awkwardly by the window, not daring to look back. He looked at the scenery outside, and the calmness like a fish in water completely disappeared, leaving only the most primitive and real tension of a father.

He stood in front of the window and asked: "...Are you okay, daughter?"