Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 158 The Beauty of Life
As mentioned above, if there is no battle of the Empire State Building, Queens is the place where the disaster is the worst.

And the clowns, Natasha and Anton, were walking on the originally prosperous street.

Anton looked left and right.

It's not that he didn't hear the news about the attack in New York, but the small and half claws on the TV naturally couldn't reflect the whole picture of the disaster. In addition, in order to avoid panic, the major TV stations flexibly used the spring and autumn brushwork to make the disaster intuitive... ...not too serious.

When reporting, the main thing is to stir up the emotions of the people, to feel the same hatred for the "civilization" that invaded the earth, but to make people feel...

We can win!

"This is enough to be beaten!"

Anton made a judgment.

Natasha was noncommittal.

It has been two days, and the specific loss data is still not fully counted, but according to the unpublished information, the death toll has exceeded [-].

This number has surpassed the San Francisco tsunami, and crushed 911 and Pearl Harbor by the way, becoming the event with the largest number of deaths in American history.

There are also cars on the street that have been smashed through by falling rocks and have not been cleaned up in time.

The houses with cracks on the outer walls also look like they are on the verge of collapse.

Can it be inhabited again, and if so, how should it be repaired?If it is determined that it is a dangerous building, how to deal with it, whether to shelve it or blast it directly... All these need to be evaluated by professionals.

The aftermath of a disaster is often the beginning of a disaster.

Most of the people who walked by on the road from time to time were exhausted and their eyes were full of confusion... Perhaps they had lost something.

Scenes like this can be seen everywhere.

Natasha's heart was heavy, but she didn't blame Anton for his indifferent speech.

If he had empathy, he wouldn't be a psycho killer...

The biggest feature of a standard anti-social personality is the lack of empathy, and the sorrows and joys of others cannot touch his heart at all.

After turning a few more blocks, the Black Widow met eyes with several passers-by to confirm that there was no problem nearby, and the three entered the latest S.H.I.E.L.D. security area.

Akali's black gold store.

Knowing that strange items can be sold here, Nick Fury naturally wouldn't leave it alone. On the second day, he secretly sent more people to watch here.

The reason is that "there are some dangerous elements entrenched here", and they are required to report any troubles immediately, but they must not act rashly to avoid alarming the enemy.

Braised Dan may have thought about being violent, but now he has provoked an unknown force... Even the S.H.I.E.L.D.
The clown walked in the front and pushed open the door carelessly.An old-fashioned bell rings to signal the arrival of guests...but no one greets them.

"What about people, are you lazy again?"

After patting the table three times in a row, Akali walked out of it as if she was not awake.

"It's you, what's the matter this time?"

Akali yawned as she spoke, only to realize that there were still two people in the store, and Natasha was the first one to see.

"What is this for? Are you here to ask for after-sales service?" She shook her hand: "I declare in advance that once the rare item is sold, you will bear the consequences. If you are unlucky, don't come to me."

Natasha: "You misunderstood, the things are quite useful, and he is the one who is going to buy them this time."

After she finished speaking, she pointed to Anton who didn't know the situation yet.

"shopping?"

"Well, you need to fill out a form or something..."

Before the words were played, I saw what the clown and Akali said, and then the female store manager nodded knowingly, went back to the room and took out a box.

Passed it to Anton.

The latter opened it and asked, "What form?"

Black Widow: "..."

The old lady's mentality has collapsed!

She rushed to the counter ferociously and shouted, "What do you mean?"

"I ordered this gun a long time ago, and I have already paid for it." The clown put the Devourer on the counter, pushed it to Akali, and said at the same time:

"You should be able to guess it, I've actually been eyeing Anton for a long time."

"But, can this thing still be paid?"

Akali looked at Gu Gu Gu, without delaying her speech: "Of course, J is a high-end customer and enjoys high-end services. We are in business, and of course we will meet some of his additional needs."

Natasha stretched out her finger and pointed at the two people, not knowing where to start.

"You want to ask, why are you not a high-end customer?"

"Correct!"

Akali: "Well, if I have to say it, you are probably too strong."

Black Widow: "..."

"You also know that what we want to maintain is the balance between chaos and order. For a long time in the past, the power of order has prevailed. Of course, we will give more help to chaos."

"But, I clearly feel that S.H.I.E.L.D. is weaker now!"

As soon as the words are exported.The Joker and Akali kept "tsk tsk tsk".

Akali picked up the cat, shook her head and left the counter, while the clown said with admiration: "What is the virtue of S.H.I.E.L.D. It can represent the ultimate order of the human world."

Natasha frowned.

"Yes, you heard it right, even before the void came, my biggest enemy was not S.H.I.E.L.D...."

She wanted to ask something else, but saw the clown waved his hand and pointed behind her.

Anton had already opened the box and pulled out a... gun from it, looking at it with fascination.

"Final Chapter - Whispers."

Seeing Anton looking at him, the clown said, "The name of this gun."

"Ha, it sounds nice."

Just as he was talking, Anton suddenly coughed lightly, and his tone changed.

"who are you?"

Immediately after changing back, Anton frowned and asked the same question: "Who are you?"

The clown watched this scene with a smirk.

Natasha looked puzzled.

"In terms you can understand, Anton is schizophrenic... But it's not a bad thing, aren't you always worried about him getting out of control?"

The clown smiled and handed Natasha a mask.

White, metallic texture.

"Anton's other personality is called Kada Jhin. Before wearing this mask, he will be very easy to control. But after wearing it..."

Black Widow nodded in understanding.

Anton was in pain at the moment, and there was probably nothing worse than fighting for dominance of the body.

He fell to the ground, rolling and struggling, trying to get rid of something, until he was covered in sweat and still didn't stop.

Anton should have realized that there was something wrong with the gun, but no matter how he tore and attacked, his right hand was always holding the gun tightly, which would only bring more pain.

Of course, Natasha did not sympathize with him, after all Anton had never sympathized with anyone.

She simply asked: "How long will this go on?"

Clown: "Right away."

He walked up to Anton and squatted down.

"I know you, Anton Igor, you think you're superior."

The struggling movement stopped, and Anton stared at the clown murderously, breathing heavily, as if he might violently kill someone at any time.

This is Anton Igor.

"You didn't kill people to satisfy your desire to kill. You just thought that that person deserved to die in your hands."

"You believe that everyone has their own destiny, at a certain point in time, to meet the inevitable death."

"And you are destiny."

Anton couldn't speak, he could only growl at the clown.

And the clown's words didn't stop.

"But have you ever wondered if it would be more interesting to send a person to God before the moment of his destiny comes?"

After hearing these words, Anton's struggle was unprecedentedly intense.

The clown's language is also more deceptive.

"You can even use it as a grand performance, smearing the ground with blood, drawing a charming picture scroll, and using your unique way... to convey the beauty of life to the world."

Anton slammed his free left hand to the ground, his roar filled with pain.

The clown's voice also suddenly became fierce:
"Convey to fate and death."

"what!!!"

At this time, Anton seemed to be on the verge of death, to the point where he couldn't bear to see and hear.

But the clown's voice became peaceful again.

"Convey it to yourself too..."

Anton stopped struggling, and slowly curled up into a ball in his own sweat, like an unborn baby.

His eyes trembled, and he looked at them with a shrunken expression.

Appears cowardly and vulnerable.

That gaze finally fell on the clown's face.

And that strange face smiled slightly and said.

"Welcome, Jhin, it's time for a grand performance."

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