In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 503: I am blooming in the killing (below)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman
Mark, who was driving the car, hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to ask him what happened when he lost consciousness, and where did the so-called important item beetle go, but when Schiller fell silent, the whole atmosphere Freezing, instinct told Mark that it would be better for him not to make a sound now.
In the dark rainy night, an equally dark car with only weak reflections sped across the road, bringing splashes of water.
Among the high-rise buildings, the speeding car is like a bullet that has just been fired from the barrel, with a "squeak", the sound of the brakes at high speed is extremely harsh, and the tires leave scorched black marks on the ground, in front of the Sanctuary of Wall Street, New York , Natasha stepped out of the car.
"Bang!" Natasha closed the car door and quickly walked into the gate of the Holy of Holies. Looking from the street, on the dark street, only this place was brightly lit.
Completely different from the silence outside, the sanctuary is extremely lively. Even standing in the reception area of the hall on the first floor, you can hear the noise upstairs.
The female receptionist behind the desk showed a gentle smile, and before Natasha showed her ID, she nodded and said, "Hello, the supreme mage is waiting for you on the third floor."
Natasha also nodded, and walked quickly towards the stairs. Just as she reached the corner of the first floor, a red ribbon floated down and turned into an arrow, guiding her to go up.
When passing through the stairwell on the second floor, Natasha glanced inside. At this time, the office area was bustling with activity.
The phone is flying around in the sky, flashing for a while, blazing for a while, and there are many ghostly shadows of demon gods floating above the head.
Beautiful and dreamy magical light floats between the chandeliers, the sound of books flipping and the rustling of the fireplace complement each other, and the scenes that should be full of fantastic fantasy are often interspersed with "interest rate" and "taxes". ", "member" and other incompatible words.
Looking back, she came to the third floor, and Natasha found that the place seemed to have used sound insulation magic, making it very quiet. After he walked in, Strange was leaning on the edge of the sofa and reading a book.
What is rare is that instead of a suit, he wore a robe and a red cape on the back. The red ribbon that guided the way flew back into his hand. Strange stretched out his hand and pointed Pointing to the sofa opposite the coffee table, Natasha walked over and sat down.
"I already told you on the phone that our agents have discovered that someone witnessed an unknown fire in Austria." Natasha took out a stack of photos from her handbag.
Strange took the photo and frowned. He said, "It's very interesting. It does look like the energy of a demon god, but Germany and Austria don't have any decent gods..."
"Can you guess which demon **** it is?"
"The photos you took are too dim, you can only see some white light, and the photos can't make me feel the occult factor. Although it may be possible to find out, it will take a certain amount of time."
"Schiller has been out of contact for more than 10 hours, and you know what that means." Natasha said with a serious face.
"It means that he must have come up with another big plan, and he doesn't seem to plan to take us this time." Strange threw the photo on the table, and he became a little more serious, looking at Natasha and asking : "Apart from this light, are there any other clues?"
"We have sent someone over there, and there should be news soon." Natasha picked up the phone after she finished speaking, and then dialed out. Say:
"Hello? Yes, it's me. Have you just arrived? How's the situation there? Are there any clues?...What does it mean that it's hard to describe?"
Following the signal of the phone and traveling thousands of miles, on the streets of a small town in Austria, Iron Man Stark looked down at the ravines and messy puddles, and said with some doubts: "There are no clues here, But there are clues everywhere.”
"...No, I'm not talking about riddles, it's just that I don't know much about magic. Forget it, Strange, are you there? Just open the portal and come over to see, by the way, take the Avenger Everyone in the alliance should bring it, this time the matter may be a bit big."
The iron man in the iron suit walked around the scene of the incident, just as he said, there are indeed many traces here, but he can't understand most of them, because none of them were caused by modern weapons. Look is the trace left by magic.
But this does not prevent Stark from being able to see that someone has fought a fierce battle here, perhaps, there is more than one.
After a while, a portal appeared in the sky, a bunch of people fell from the sky, and Strange finally came out.
Peter, who just fell to the ground, shouted: "You should really improve your portal technology! Every time I fall!"
"Shouldn't the portal open where the door should open?" Eric stood up with the knife in his hand, looked at Strange and said angrily, "The door of your house will open at 3 Is it high in the air?"
"That's not bad. The height I opened the door before was the fifth floor." Strange said while looking down at the traces on the ground.
He first lightly touched the dirty water on the ground, but now that it was raining heavily, the original thick black water had been diluted a lot, and Strange didn't see any clues.
"What happened here?" Steve, who raised his shield to cover the rain, walked to Stark. He looked at the deepest ravine and said, "It looks like it was poked out by someone. Are you sure this Was it Schiller's hand?"
"This is the biggest problem. This doesn't look like Schiller's style at all. He can only hold a pen, not a knife." Stark said very firmly.
"Wait!" Strange suddenly uttered, squatting on the edge of a shallow ravine, stretched out his hand, and touched some gravel from the edge of the puddle.
Touching further down, it seems to be some scattered sand, which has been soaked by the rain and is very wet now, but Strange still found clues from it, he said: "The sand... is the Egyptian **** system?"
"Ah, look at this!" Peter also exclaimed: "There should have been a car here, but it just drove away!"
Peter pointed to a mark on the ground, Stark flew over, and then started the scan directly, he said: "Someone drove away from here, could it be Schiller?"
"Don't worry about it so much." Natasha pressed the earphone, and then said: "Follow this track and catch up with them."
Just after the Avengers left, another group of figures came to the scene of the discovery. The strangely dressed agents inspected the ground, then took out their mobile phones and called their leader.
"Mr. Sir, there is indeed a small-scale war broke out here. The 'doctor' should not have lied to you. It may be SHIELD or the KGB..."
"Yes, these traces cannot be left by known conventional thermal weapons. Okay, I will investigate their whereabouts as soon as possible. I know that I will do my best to protect the safety of the headquarters."
Soon, they also found traces of the car driving away, so the team of agents also started a chase.
The car that had already left this small town began to drive towards Germany. This small town is located in the west of Austria, very close to Germany. Soon, the car came to the border between Germany and Austria.
This is a relatively desolate suburb, with no human habitation, only a lone moon hanging high in the sky, the rain has never stopped, and in the thin rain line, through the windshield, Mark saw the sky The moonlight began to flicker.
"Chila!"
Mark slammed on the brakes, and his whole body was pushed against the steering wheel by the recoil. He rubbed his chest that was hit, and looked at the huge figure blocking in front of the car.
Kong Su standing in front of the car flickered for a moment, and the hollow eyes of the skeleton shimmered. Shaking his head, no matter how many times he saw it, this terrifying illusion still made him feel terrified.
Kong Su opened his huge beak, leaving only a deep voice, which echoed on the empty road:
"Be careful, they are coming..."
With the sound of "Kacha", lightning struck the road not far away. In the second when the light was on, Mark was sure that he saw countless terrifying figures on both sides of the road.
But after everything returned to darkness, a group of human beings appeared in the light of the car lights. They were men and women, dressed in different styles, but they all walked towards the car parked in the middle of the road in unison.
Mark opened the car door and got out of the car. The group of people turned their eyes to him strangely, and one of them said, "Kongsu, we received a report. Go back to court for trial."
Mark's body stiffened for a moment, the veins on the side of his neck burst out, and then white light appeared in his eyes, and Kong Su's voice came out of his mouth:
"Amit is confounding black and white. He poured his power into the human world unrestrainedly, trying to get out of trouble. I'm just fighting back."
"But you found two evil believers and kidnapped Amit's believers, have you forgotten the rules of the heavens?"
Mark turned his head stiffly, seeing Arthur who was picked up by Schiller and thrown unconscious on the back seat, he paused and said: "Amit makes his believers walk in the world, spreading evil Doctrine, he is killing innocent people indiscriminately, that is not a trial."
"We are not interested in disputes in the field of belief between you, but according to the rules of the heavens, you must go back with us to be judged." One of the women spoke, her voice had a mysterious echo, as if from a distant place came.
"The Twelve Pillar Gods have already decayed!" Kong Su's tone contained anger, he said: "You have long known what Amit did, but you have abandoned human beings, seeking faith in vain, but not imposing Bless, just like you did thousands of years ago..."
"Being far away from humans is the mercy of the gods to all living beings." Another man said, his voice was solemn and solemn, and he said: "No matter what, you are still one of us, you should go back with us, and Amit confronted..."
They were still speaking in ancient Egyptian, and Schiller just sat in the passenger seat of the car, watching it all through the windshield.
On a rainy night that is darker than night, there is a mysterious light in the eyes of everyone standing in front of the car. All this is like the beginning of a classic horror movie.
But this weird atmosphere didn't last long~IndoMTL.com~A golden meteor streaked across the sky, and with the sound of jets, Iron Man landed on top of the vehicle. He didn't know what the people here were doing, but He saw Schiller sitting in the car.
The Avengers arrived afterward, and then another convoy drove over from the other side of the road.
Steve, who had just stepped forward to investigate, narrowed his eyes, because the moment he turned off the high beams on the opposite side, he saw an old acquaintance sitting in the car - Baron Zemo, the leader of Hydra.
At this time, Stark, who came to the side of the car, simply opened the door of the driver's cab, then sat in, turned to look at Schiller and asked, "What are you doing here? What's going on now?"
He saw that Schiller opened the car door and walked out. Under the gaze of Captain America, Baron Zemo greeted Schiller. The two shook hands in front of the car. Baron Zemo said:
"Welcome back, doctor, long live Hydra."
Steve shrank suddenly, Iron Man rushed out of the door, and the faces of the Avengers behind him all showed unbelievable expressions, but at this moment, something even more shocking happened to them ——
Schiller, who had just finished shaking hands with Baron Zemo, raised his umbrella in an instant, knocked Baron Zemo to the ground with a "bang", stepped on his chest, and pierced his throat with a knife .
In an instant, the umbrella opened, and the burst of blood stained the uniforms of Iron Man and Captain America red, flowing down their bodies, and dripping into the puddles on the ground.
The surface of the dark red puddle reflected Schiller's jaw, his mouth was open, and the strange voice was hidden in the sound of the rain.
"Yesterday, they split into two..."
"Today, many are one."