Five, Six, Seven in Marvel

Tianqi was tied up.

When Phil arrived with the Avengers, he was lying on the ground like a dead man.

"Is this the mutant who wants to destroy the world?" Tony, wearing a battle armor, asked.

"To be precise, he is a mutant and a mage." Wu Liuqi said.

"What the bells and whistles?! I don't care if he is a mage or a mutant!" Tony walked out of the suit, "I have an appointment with my assistant for dinner today, and I have a symposium at MIT in the afternoon!"

"It's the end of the world and you still have to teach students?" Wu Liuqi put away the Thousand Blades and then complained.

"It's a symposium, not a lecture! There is an essential difference between the two."

Xiao Xiao interjected: "Stop arguing! What should we do about Tianqi?!"

Phil joined the conversation, "I think we could bring back S.H.I.E.L.D. slices."

"If you want to slice it, we Chinese are the best at it," Xiao Xiao said.

"Are you sure the Chinese are doing the slices for research?! Why do I think you would sprinkle some salt on Apocalypse?" Tony said.

Xiao Xiao also accepted Chengge and said, "You can wash it first and then soak it in soy sauce. Won't he be resurrected? Add some wine to the soy sauce and get him drunk so that he can't read the inscription."

"Add wine to the soy sauce... Boss Xiao, is this still edible?" Wu Liuqi is also a chef and has always been very knowledgeable about food.

"To be honest, I think slicing is really good. There are so many of us here, and Apocalypse looks quite big. It will definitely be enough to eat. He will be resurrected just in time. We will move the kitchen utensils to Egypt. After he is resurrected, we will kill him directly.

!If he can't eat, call a few more people! Let him feel the pain of eternal life!" Wu Liuqi suddenly thought of something, "Speaking of cooking...Xiao Shisan can cook!! Why don't she also cook?

Called?"

"I think it will work." Xiao Xiao said.

"Second!" said Thor.

"I also second the proposal."

"Second."

Kirishima Kohan who just came in from the door felt that she was in danger.

Because he found out he was a vampire.

vampire......

It seems to be immortal too...

These people wouldn't be interested in dragging him to be sliced ​​one day, right?

Kirishima Kohan quickly put an end to this idea.

How is that possible? Vampire meat wouldn’t taste good!

I guess so...

etc......

Has anyone ever eaten vampire flesh?

Kirishima Kohan looked at his arm, and a bold idea came to his mind.

............

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West Coast Building.

Gudong did not join the plan to conquer Tianqi. He was not considered a combatant at all, and it would only be a disservice.

When everyone was busy because of the apocalypse, Gudong came to the West Coast Mafia alone.

"Head, there is a rabbit outside looking for you." The thug in a black suit said.

"Rabbit?" Alan found the document in his hand, "Tell him to come in."

Allen looks like he is only in his teens, but in fact he is older than Kingpin. Since the first generation of the leader, Allen has been a veteran cadre of the West Coast. Although he is now relegated to the background and has a naughty personality, sometimes what he says

More weight than anyone on the West Coast.

"Are you that rabbit?"

"You are the rabbit! I am the king, the king!"

"Oh, King...then...King Rabbit, you may not know where the west coast is. Although I don't know where you found out about me, you'd better tell me everything you know.

."

"There's a prison on the west coast. It's hell on earth. If you don't want to go in, you must tell the truth."

"Now you can start and explain your purpose of coming. It's best to tell me your life experience and the whole story."

Gudong took a deep breath.

Of course he knew what the West Coast was, the largest mafia in the United States, the dark empire that illegal elements all over the world aspired to.

Gudong took off the crown and wiped it on his suspenders, "I am a king, I once was."

".........."

"I came to slay dragons. From the moment I was named a dragon slayer by Odin, everything about you appeared in my mind."

"I know that you are not an American, but an Englishman. Your birthday is December 14, 1875, and that you are an earl and the head of a large family. Although that family has been lost in the tide of history, it may not be possible in the United States.

It's nothing, but in the UK, even over the past 200 years, this name still makes a lot of people look down on it."

Gudong had a gloomy face. He was no longer the down-and-out king who lost his country, but a calm and collected hero. He came to the west coast alone in order to reveal the secret of the ancestral dragon.

Allen's expression changed. No one knew that name, and it was impossible for anyone to know it. It was even less possible for this guy who appeared out of nowhere to know it.

"That family is dead! Don't reveal it again!" Allen stood up angrily, shattering the desk made of sandalwood with such strong force. He looked directly into Gudong's eyes, and his clothes were covered in cold sweat.

"Alan, this isn't your real name."

"That's enough! Stop talking! Whatever you want! I'll give it all to you!"

"What are you afraid of?! Everyone who knows your true identity is dead, so what does this name mean to you? Why are you afraid of your own name?"

The divine gun Kungunir appears in Gudong's hand. Throwing this gun does not require strength, only a target.

"The gregarious ghosts, the men of darkness! The British order, the Queen's dogs, the evil aristocrats!"

The boy looked at him in disbelief.

How is this possible? Even now, there are still people who actually know that name!?!

His right eye hurt, and Allen began to rummage on the table. Gudong looked at him and did not continue to speak.

It wasn't until Allen put a black eyepatch on his right eye that he said the long-lost name.

"Sold his soul to the devil, a person from another world like me, Ciel Phantomhive!"

"You lied! I'm not him!"

"I like black tea and white roses. I am a master of any game, especially chess. I like horseback riding and hunting sports. I like desserts, chocolate cakes, and fruit cakes of asparagus, plums and blackberries."

"Your right eye hurts. It's a contract with the devil. Stop pretending. I know everything about you!"

There was a faint shadow of a giant dragon in the dim sky. Gudong's palms were covered in cold sweat. He was not calm now.

Allen held his head, the corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely painful.

"You're lying! I have nothing to do with that person!"

"Abandoning the future, losing dreams, being tortured to the point of scarring by despair, one will never lose one's elegance in the face of adversity..."

The boy was stunned. He knelt on the ground and touched the ring on his left hand. There were the cries of countless undead souls inside.

When he thought about it, all the memories that he had forgotten and that were sealed in the long river of history came to life.

He will never lose his elegance in the face of adversity...tortured to the point of being scarred by despair...

This sentence was said by the person who would never betray him even if the whole world betrayed him.

The dragon's figure slowly disappeared, the dark sky returned to light, and Gudong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you tell me now? What has happened to you in the past two hundred years?"