Warlock of the Marvel Universe

A fake policeman shot Michael once before being hit by McKenna. The huge kinetic energy of the shotgun caused him to lose his balance instantly and fall from the top floor of the station. His figure swaying in mid-air was like a Angels were stripped of their wings and fell from heaven to earth.

When Michael struggled to climb out of the shelf that he had smashed into a mess, Coulson walked over, took out his gun and put it on the ground as a sign of peace. He also tried his best to Try to save this misguided person.

"What does this mean? Does this mean you intend to solve the problem peacefully?" But Michael did not accept Coulson's kindness. "I know you have already arranged a large group of people to ambush around you. I know what tricks you are playing."

"I also know what happened to you. You were poisoned." Colson persuaded. "I also know that the last person with that thing exploded. You need to help Mr. Michael."

"Do you think this thing is causing me pain?" Michael seemed to realize that he had no way to escape. He looked very manic. He raised his left hand and pulled down his sleeve, revealing the centipede device inside. "You took it away. My job was taken away from me, and my house was taken away. People have always been oppressed and robbed. When one person stands up and resists, you have to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys."

Who does this guy think he is? Evanson is lying on the railing on the second floor, observing the scene below.Does he think he is Spartacus who vows to overthrow all oppressors? This feels too good about himself, not to mention that the suffering he suffered was just being fired, and he was completely unable to compete with the God of the Arena. In comparison, if he didn't happen to be wearing that thing on his arm, who would care about him?

"But even if you destroy this building and crush us all to death, nothing will be solved at all." Coulson was still trying to calm Michael down and recognize the reality.

However, the pressure that Michael experienced during this period was too great. He lost his job, was deceived, became a living bomb, and now he has no other choice.He just wants to vent now, he just wants to spit out "Liar, you only know how to lie"

Michael is now so paranoid that he doesn't believe anyone's words. "You said that as long as I work hard, I will have a place to live. You said that just being human is fine, but there are better ones. They are gods, they are giants, then What are we? We are what is under his feet.”

God, God Evanson kept shaking his head in the distance. The more I looked at him, the more I thought this guy was an older chuunibyou. Has he seen what God looks like, especially in front of Colson? Say these

"I know, I have seen God and paid a heavy price. This privilege cost me almost everything." Coulson not only saw God, he also interrogated Thor in New Mexico, and on the Helicarrier The evil god Loki was blasted into the wall from above.Especially for this matter, Evanson was thinking of giving him a domineering nickname. What should he call him? The Gun God or the God of Sex.

At this moment, there was a thud, as if a heavy object fell on the ground, and then an impatient voice sounded, "You guys have something wrong with your brain?"

McKenna jumped directly from the second floor, holding on to her wide-brimmed hat and slowly walked towards Michael. But after taking two steps, she suddenly twitched her eyebrows and took out the large gun at a speed that was completely invisible to the naked eye. The revolver fired a shot, but the direction of the shot was not Michael. Instead, he put the gun upside down on his shoulder and shot diagonally behind him.

Ward fell to the ground, looking at the sniper rifle that was shot into two pieces, with cold sweat breaking out on his head.He saw an unidentified guy suddenly jump into the field, and the distance from the second floor to the first floor was at least 30 meters, but the guy just bent his knees. He was obviously not an ordinary person, so he acted out of habit. I observed it with the scope of the sniper rifle. Unexpectedly, the guy discovered him and shot him without any reason.

"Boy, I don't like being pointed at a gun." McKenna took back the pistol with the smoke still coming from the muzzle from her shoulder, skillfully turned it around on her finger and inserted it back into the holster, as if as a warning. said loudly, "So if you dare to hold a sniper rifle over my head again, I guarantee you will see your own brains."

"Oh, God." As soon as McKenna finished speaking, she smiled bitterly. "It's so shameful to say this." Then she took another puff of the cigar she had been holding in her mouth. "And this cigar, why should I?" I feel like I'm going to get oral cancer when I smoke it." McKenna completely ignored others and complained on her own, but there were some words that he didn't dare to say out loud and only dared to think about it in his own mind. His boss was really mean.

"Where did we just talk?" After complaining, McKenna finally remembered the business, "Oh, by the way, are you mentally ill? Also, I thought this matter was very important, so I said it twice on purpose."

Coulson turned to look at McKenna, thinking where did this guy come from? You look like you are just strolling around, but what you said is that you think the matter is not big enough now.

"I've heard too many times that as long as I work hard enough, I can do anything." McKenna took another puff of cigarette and took off the cigarette butt. "At least my instructor used to tell us that there are so many people on the training ground. If you sweat, you will bleed less on the battlefield, but in the end, I was seriously injured and almost lost my life."

"Why is this happening? Don't I usually work hard? I'm a straight-A student." McKenna shrugged her shoulders and used the hand holding the cigarette to push the brim of her hat upwards. "It's because there are others better than me." People who work harder train harder than me, so I was the one who almost died after our encounter. And you"

McKenna pointed at Michael, "Don't you really think you lost your job because there are people who definitely work harder than you?"

"Your boss runs a factory, not a charity. There are a hundred people working harder than you waiting behind your job, and they won't complain about back pain while working. So why should the factory boss keep him? Isn't it unfair to those people that you didn't hire them? Moreover, according to my investigation, it seems that you left the factory first."

"I, I was injured at that time because it was a work-related injury," Michael replied with some stuttering.

"Can't you take sick leave if you are injured at work? Didn't the factory give you a pension if you were injured at work? If not, couldn't you go to the union for arbitration or even go to court?" McKenna asked questions in rapid succession. "This is the normal way to solve the problem, instead of believing it." Some people think they can become supermen and skip work without even saying hello. When they realize something is wrong, they go back to the factory and make noises about going to work."

"Am I wrong? Which boss would want such an employee?" McKenna turned to Colson and asked, as if asking for their opinions.

Coulson was almost dumbfounded. You are right, but can you not say such heart-wrenching words on the spot? Didn't you see that he is already very emotionally unstable?

But McKenna hadn't finished her heart-wrenching words yet. "You are really worse than a beggar, Michael."

"Beggars beg for a living. They sell their dignity, and those who give them alms get the pleasure of doing good deeds. This is a fair trade, but you," McKenna said disdainfully, "You want your boss to pity you, so give alms." You have a job, but you want to maintain your dignity by paying cheap labor that others don’t need.”

"So it's really a bad greed for you to want both charity and dignity."

"Shut up." Colson was really anxious and ran directly to McKenna. "Can't you just say a few words without looking at his current situation, which is very unstable?"

Michael was practically shaking with rage, the orange-red flare beneath his skin becoming more and more obvious.

But McKenna said nonchalantly, "I'm telling the truth."

"What are you talking about?" Colson yelled in a broken voice. After working as an agent for so many years, he had never seen anyone persuade him to surrender like this.

"He has always positioned himself as a victim, obsessed with the suffering feeling of being treated unfairly, and now he has the noble feeling of becoming a resister." McKenna put the cigar back into her mouth and said, "I really don't want to I can believe that I am already in my thirties, and my son is so old, but I still can’t recognize the reality. This world is very fair. Those who are capable can get ahead, but those who are incompetent can only lose everything. No When others oppress you, it is your incompetence that oppresses you.”

"Today may be your most eye-catching day, but it's not because of you as a person, but because of the thing on your arm. Without it, you are nothing."

"Evanson" Colson saw that Michael's body was getting brighter and brighter. Seeing that he could no longer control it, Colson took two steps back. "Are you ready?"

Evanson replied on the communicator, "Always be ready."

But McKenna actually didn't think the scene was bad enough, and continued to say venomously, "I forgot to tell you, it's not a big deal even if you have those things on your arms. The main reason why so many of us come to you is because we're afraid that you won't be safe when you explode." It will tire other people and cause social panic. If you stay on the empty African plains and die however you like, I won't bother to care about you."

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” every word that mckenna said was like an awl piercing into michael’s heart. everything he did was negated, even his personal existence value was wantonly negated, Under the agitation of emotions, he could no longer control the power in his body.Now not only is his body shining brightly, but there are also cracks on his skin. This huge power will explode at any time.

But at this moment, McKenna suddenly raised her hand, but this time she didn't raise her right hand, nor was she picking up the large revolver. Instead, she used her left hand to take out a launcher from behind her waist. , emitted a dart-like thing, hitting Michael's neck.

"Yeah." The voice of Michael, who was screaming in pain, suddenly stopped, and the energy reaction in his body seemed to have stopped suddenly. The orange-red light slowly faded, and finally disappeared completely after a few violent flashes of unwillingness. Michael rolled his eyes. He twitched twice and fell to the ground.

McKenna put the transmitter back, put a finger to her lips and said, "It's time to turn off the lights."