Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Hank arrived as promised.

The police station is not big, and compared to the size of their town, it can even be said to be a little small. But it is fully equipped with everything you need. Hank did not choose to go in, but lit a cigarette for himself at the back door of the police station.

He had already sent a message to Daniel, and all he had to do now was wait.

Not long after, the back door of the police station was pushed open.

Daniel came out with a gloomy expression: "That bastard had a whole bottle of brandy in the car, and he drank not a drop of it. He entered the town from the main road at two o'clock in the afternoon, and after having a meal, he started wandering around the town - Damn it

, I think it’s more like looking for someone.”

"In other words, this was premeditated?"

"I won't say this until the results of the investigation come out, but I can give you a thorough explanation, Hank." Daniel pointed to the back door. "That bastard is being treated well by us inside."

Hank nodded thoughtfully, stood a little further away from Daniel, and put out the cigarette he had just taken two puffs of.

"I understand, thank you, Daniel. Come to Dad's Bar tomorrow night and I'll treat you."

"You should know that I quit drinking, right?"

"Daddy's bar doesn't just sell wine." Hank smiled. "Have you forgotten how delicious the Russian food daddy cooks is? Remember, tomorrow night, you won't be served until late."

"What are you doing today?" Daniel asked keenly.

"Roughly the same."

Hank's ambiguous answer made Daniel's eyes light up.

He nodded towards Hank, turned around and opened the door, and said to Hank when he was about to enter: "I won't ask you what you are going to do, but if it is what I want, you'd better be ruthless.

"

Hank watched him leave and returned to his car. He raised the window and then called Thanos.

"It's me, sir. Daniel just told me that the guy who hit Mrs. Hopkins with his car did it on purpose."

On the other end of the phone, Thanos's voice was as usual, but the sound of shovels could be heard faintly in the background. Hank raised his eyebrows: "...Mr.?"

"It's okay, Hank. You can cancel your plan to go to the city. Mr. Joe Williams plans to travel abroad. You can give yourself a holiday."

"Can I help you, sir?"

"No, no need."

Thanos turned his head and glanced at Gamora, who was dragging a cylindrical object wrapped in cloth from the car. He tilted his head and clamped the phone, and shoveled a piece of soil again: "Have a good rest for a while, Hank, that's it.

, I’m hung up.”

He inserted the shovel into the center of the soil, smelled the special smell that could only be smelled after lifting the ground, and put away his mobile phone. In this era when everyone is using smart phones, he is still using the old-fashioned flip phone.

machine.

Gamora dragged the thing over, and with a wave of one hand, she accurately threw it into the deep pit dug by Thanos, and then pulled Thanos out.

His knees and trouser legs were covered with mud. Needless to say, Gamora wanted to reach out and take the shovel from his hand and start taking over his work, but Thanos did not let go.

"You said you didn't want to..." Thanos avoided her eyes. "So I'll do it."

Half an hour later, they returned to Thanos' car.

"Have you ever thought about where you want to go next?"

Taking a sip of water, Thanos asked.

"Go back." Gamora looked out the window and said softly.

For her, this was enough - meeting a completely unfamiliar yet extremely familiar father in a strange universe, this kind of journey made her feel satisfied.

On the one hand, she doesn't really have to worry about whether to take revenge on him, because he comes from another universe. On the other hand, it's enough to know that he does love her.

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He Shenyan did not choose to show up. For him, watching a play was just watching a play. The part he only needed to watch was enough, no more was needed. He also didn't think he needed to interfere in the scene of the father-daughter reunion.

Besides, this was just a small episode. It was just unintentional. It was just a small episode on the way home. If what he did helped Gamora, then it would be great.

He didn't care about Gamora, who was feeling lost because she was separated from her father again. He Shenyan knew that at this moment, Gamora needed peace more than being disturbed.

——After all, she can only truly open her heart when she knows that her father is from another universe, which actually explains a lot.

The short trip to the parallel universe reduced the time required for this journey home to just three hours. They had already entered the solar system and only needed to pass through the space 'toll booth' set up on the edge of Jupiter, register, and then return

Earth.

Thinking of this, he felt a little better. What He Shenyan didn't know was that this long-lost relaxation could only last for three hours.

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Earth.

The funeral was finally decided to be held at Kama Taj. This is the place where He Shenyan lived the longest and where he learned his craft. No one had any objections to this.

——It’s just that there is no one who can appear as a ‘family member’. Everyone is a guest. They are his friends and comrades-in-arms, but other than that, they are nothing.

He Shenyan has no family.

Strange was the first to take the stage.

He didn't really care about the order, but everyone insisted that he should go first, so he obeyed - besides, Strange didn't think he had anything to say.

What else could he say?

Strange had just held a memorial service for the missing Wanda not long ago, and Strange, who had spoken eloquently for about ten minutes, was now standing in the ancient courtyard of Kama Taj, but could not say a word.

.

The wind and snow blew over his shoulders, and the cold and magical air of Karma Taj made him uncontrollably shiver.

Looking at the people sitting upright in the audience with solemn expressions, Strange finally spoke slowly: "I actually don't know what I should say."

"I mean, what can I say?"

"Going to introduce his life like they do at every funeral? I don't think I need to do that. After all, you all know him."

A fleeting smile appeared on Strange's face. Westerners like to use humor to deconstruct these serious occasions. Funerals don't have to be sad, they can also be relaxed. But he didn't plan to say anything.

Jokes and stuff like that.

"Instead of sadly telling about his life and what he has done, and then grieving for him for a long time, I think we should talk about him in everyone's eyes."

"Just start with me."

People in the audience saw Strange rubbing his eyes, and then slowly spoke.