Marvel in Cyclops

"You asked me who I am? Since you asked the question sincerely, I will tell you mercifully that I am..."

"Where did you get the staff?" The man holding the flashlight tilted his head and looked at his companions.

"I don't know. I heard that someone recently escaped from the lunatic asylum nearby. He might have escaped from there. You see, he was wearing a pair of sunglasses in the middle of the night. He looks sick at first sight."

"Well, then we have to leave as soon as possible, before we let the staff make us lose our minds."

"Brother is right."

o((⊙﹏⊙))o?

Scott looked in confusion as he watched the two patrolmen run away without saying a word, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

Do all the sidekicks have such a strong desire to survive these days?

But your part is not over yet!

"You two heroes, please stay." Scott quickly ran in front of the two of them and stopped them.

"It's such a beautiful time, don't you two plan to play with me?"

The two co-stars felt a little nervous and realized that things were not simple. They seemed to have come to the wrong crew.

At the same time, the Black Widow on the other side had already taken advantage of the darkness to get into the warehouse and successfully found what she wanted.

After stuffing the things into her line, she began to think about how to take down the gang in the warehouse and destroy the evidence.

"Scott, I need your help here, come in as soon as possible...Scott? Did you hear that?"

"fry!"

"What did you say? Is there a bomb here?" Black Widow touched the earphones. This kid seemed to have discovered something amazing outside.

"I'll blow it up again! How's it going? Your head is buzzing, right?"

what's the situation? Could there be two more bombs? Black Widow thought that Scott was talking about a code word, and automatically began to think about it. She recalled that the complex terrain near this warehouse might be housing some very dangerous things.

"Don't want either? A pair of circles!"

Right? Black Widow's eyes lit up, and she remembered that before entering the warehouse, there seemed to be a QQ parked at the side door.

Could it be that the bomb was in that car?

When Black Widow thought of this, cold sweat broke out on her face.

Have you actually stayed next to such a dangerous place for so long?

"One four, I ran away." At this moment, Scott's hearty laughter sounded in her earphones again.

This Hundan actually left him and ran away alone?

Natasha no longer cared about hiding her figure and started running towards the door.

Her actions alerted the gatekeepers who were still pretending to be asleep, and they all stepped forward and killed her angrily.

About five minutes later, Natasha found Scott in a corner near the warehouse, panting.

What he saw instead was two warehouse patrolmen with notes plastered on their faces, and a pile of playing cards.

Scott actually happily came over to show off to Natasha.

"These two idiots have already allowed me to win more than a dozen games."

"Oh, boom."

With the sound of two gunshots, the two poor bitches who had been tortured by Scott fell to Natasha's stun gun, twitching all over.

Scott looked at Natasha's cold eyes and suddenly felt relieved.

"Sister, sister, please listen to my explanation, I..."

"There's no need to say anything. If you don't want to die, just destroy the warehouse for me. Otherwise, I don't guarantee that I won't be able to help but kill you directly." Natasha pointed the dark muzzle at Scott. Te's brows were terrifyingly calm.

"Huh! Boom!"

Scott swore that he had never been so crisp and clear in his life as he was today. He took off his sunglasses and glared, causing the warehouse to burn brightly.

Natasha glanced at the soaring fire, dropped the weapon in her hand, turned around and left tiredly.

Scott put on his sunglasses again and followed the other person like a child who had done something wrong.

One day later, news came out from Hell’s Kitchen that a fire broke out in a warehouse due to improper storage of fireworks and firecrackers. Citizens are hereby warned that flammable and explosive items such as fireworks and firecrackers must be stored properly to ensure their safety. , Civilization depends on everyone.

"This fire must be related to you, right?" Tony Stark glanced at the news on TV, curled his lips disdainfully, and then turned his attention to an unknown object lying on the ground in a daze in his laboratory.

"Yes, I am an arsonist." Scott sat up helplessly, looking at Tony with a sallow face.

"I know what you're going to say next, the heart arsonist, igniting the hearts of all women from ten to eighty years old, right?" Congratulations Tony, you can answer it quickly.

"But what on earth did you do last night? Why are you looking so pale?" Tony glanced at Scott's appearance and continued to tinker with the things in his hands.

"Don't bring it up again...the past is too painful to look back on." Scott lit a cigarette silently, but was directly sprayed in the face with a fire extinguisher by the Tony exclusive sweeping robot next to him.

His already pale face turned even paler.

Why is Scott so miserable?

It all started when he and Black Widow completed their mission and left Hell's Kitchen.

Since his mission this time was to rescue Natasha, now that the mission was completed, he naturally regained his freedom. Out of concern for his family, Scott went straight back home.

It turned out that Old Hunter and Carl, a pair of old drunkards, were really bigger than the other. More than a day after the attack, they were both drunk and unconscious, lying in the living room and snoring in competition.

Scott went to take a look at the room where Helen was placed, and found that the little girl had slept all night because she was worried about herself, and she still hadn't woken up yet. He couldn't help but sigh that the quality of Colson's anesthetics was really good.

So he calmly planned to go back to his room to rest.

Who knew that before he could even walk out of the room, he heard Helen's call.

When he turned his head, he only saw a mist of water.

He subconsciously inhaled the mist, and then felt dizzy.

"I'm sorry Scott, I heard about how you helped my father out, and I couldn't repay your kindness, so I read what it said in the book and decided to repay you in my own way."

Before Scott lost consciousness, he glanced at the name of the book in Helen's hand.

"The Overlord Takes the Bow Hardly".

Good book, good book.

The purity that Scott had maintained for more than twenty years was just gone.

More importantly, Helen played all night according to the book. As the main output point, could Scott not look pale?

"Tony, why did you call me here? I just want to go back and rest." Scott wiped the white ash on his face, stood up and planned to leave.

"Of course there is something. Next is the moment to witness the miracle."

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