Man transforms into Vision in Marvel

"Sir, the guests are all waiting in the banquet hall. When do you think..." the butler bent down and said.

"Let them wait a little longer." On the bed, the thin old man was leaning against the bedside, wearing a respirator on his mouth, and his bony arms were connected to the infusion tube. Two nurses stood beside the bed, always paying attention to the old man's physical condition.

"Master." A lady in luxurious clothes came in and looked at the old man sadly, "If you don't go, they will make a big fuss!" Then the woman changed her expression and cursed viciously, "A bunch of damn eyes are rolling. Wolf, the Bloodstone family taught them demon hunting skills, but they in turn hope that you will die, are they so eager to carve up the Bloodstone?"

"Haha." The old man on the bed was Ulysses Bloodstone. He coughed twice, "It doesn't matter...it's just a clown." His eyes were bright, but his pupils flashed with fatigue that was difficult to conceal. He was old, so old. He is about to die. When he was young, he fought against all kinds of monsters and tried his best to kill them. When he got old, he contracted all kinds of diseases and injuries. How sad!

"Have you notified Elsa?" The old man paused and asked.

"I've sent someone to notify you... However, she doesn't seem to want to come back..." the woman said worriedly. Her daughter had a very stubborn temper and had severed ties with the Bloodstone family more than ten years ago. They lost contact and went to Boston to live alone. The relationship between father and daughter was very tense.

The old man sighed deeply. When he was young, in order for Elsa to be able to support the Bloodstone family earlier, he kept torturing his daughter, and it was right for her to hold grudges. He was not qualified to blame others. Although she left and left his side, Elsa was firmly controlled by Ulysses from the beginning to the end, and her every move was very clear.

The old man continued to cough twice, and the nurse beside him put on a large white robe, carefully put on his underwear, and helped him sit in the wheelchair. The woman walked behind the wheelchair and pushed him forward.

"That old immortal won't die in there. He hasn't come out for so long..."

"I think he is afraid. Once Ulysses dies, no one in this family will be able to take care of the blood stone. We might as well discuss its ownership now."

"Discuss? Oh, don't think I don't know what's on your mind, you dirty bug! Maggots in the sewer!"

In the small banquet hall, more than a dozen demon hunters were noisy and noisy. No one could like each other. Their eyes were full of anger and treachery, but no one dared to make the first move.

The crazy murderous intention has almost solidified. Once Ulysses dies, the Bloodstone family will no longer have a demon hunter who can grasp the bloodstone, so they will come in groups, and their intentions are clear...

Once the bloodstone becomes ownerless, it will cause a fight among the demon hunters. After all, Ulysses’ success lies here. As long as you have the bloodstone, you can copy his success. Who doesn’t want to suffer all the consequences on the face of it? He was respected by others, and then he was scolded behind his back.

The bearded Fiske sat on the bench and looked at these hungry wolves coldly. He was not dead yet, but now he wanted to tear this piece of meat into pieces, and he didn't even want to pretend.

After a few actions, Xion silently stared at the bearded man. The white-haired woman beside him could no longer hold back and wanted to tear the man's heart apart. Her eyes were red, with thick bloodshot eyes crawling up, and she touched her waist with her right hand. gun bag, "Calm down! The purpose of our coming is the blood stone, don't cause trouble!"

Theon scolded, then softened his tone, "Your brother... I will make Fisk pay, but not now... Ulysses will not let others kill people on his territory, he is not dead yet Woolen cloth."

Fox immediately calmed down, but his pupils were still flashing with crazy hatred.

Bearded Beard took his brother away, saying that he was going to capture the two Avengers, but her brother was gone, and the Avengers were gone, but he... Bearded Fisk was still there.

Even a fool can figure it out.

"Ahem!" A cough sounded.

The whole place instantly returned to calm. No matter how fierce the argument was, the people who had just argued calmed down and stared at the door with their eyes wide open.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the old man's frail body was pushed in, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats and they were extremely nervous.

Ulysses looked around. He had basically seen the faces of these people. They were all famous demon hunters in Europe. Many of them had cooperated with or had disputes with the Bloodstone family, but no one dared to Touch his brow.

Xion swallowed. The old guy in front of him was just sitting there. Even if he was too old to move, he could barely survive with IV drip and respirator, but his majesty and temperament could not be reduced. He was like An old male lion has lost its mane, its teeth have become dull, and its claws are no longer sharp, but no one is willing to touch it.

Just being there was terrifying.

The old man tilted his head and leaned on his shoulder, with a faint smile on his lips. The smile was cold and mocking.

"Welcome to the Bloodstone Family. I, Ulysses Bloodstone, welcome you on behalf of the Bloodstone Family!"

Damn old immortal! Everyone thought at the same time that this man was still declaring sovereignty at this time. He was obviously about to die, but he was still as proud as a white swan.

"I already know the purpose of everyone's coming... Haha, you are really motivated." Ulysses said, "Actually, I also want to find a new owner for the blood stone."

In the previous sentence, Theon thought that they had no chance. They were here to force him into the palace, but he didn't really want to quarrel with Ulysses and stand on the opposite side. Only he knows the location of the blood stone. He never tells others where the blood stone is. Even his personal housekeeper and his wife who stays with him day and night don't know the location of the blood stone. I'm afraid he will feel at ease only after he dies.

But the words that followed gave everyone hope.

"Look up."

Xion and the others raised their heads obediently. There were many heads of monsters hanging on the surrounding walls. Vampires, werewolves, bone demons, sirens, goblins... a total of eight heads of different races hung in front of everyone. On top of his head, his pupils still retained the same color as when he was alive. Xion frowned. The looks in these guys' eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable, but they were dead creatures after all. No matter how weird they were, they couldn't rush out of the wall and kill them.

"These are the monsters that I have... oh no, they are the monsters that Bloodstone has killed. They are all strong men of their race. Ordinary heads are not qualified to be made into specimens... Haha... ....”

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Fiske immediately stood up, puffing out his beer belly, and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense! Tell me how to find an owner for the blood stone!"

"Madman!" Theon cursed in his heart. This guy is really crazy. He dared to interrupt Ulysses and question him so blatantly. He is old, but he is not dead yet!

The bearded man's sudden voice caught everyone present off guard. Even Ulysses stared at him with strange eyes. He didn't expect that someone actually refused to give him face.

For a moment, although no one spoke, everyone was scolding him for being stupid.

Ulysses ignored the anxious bearded man and continued to speak something incomprehensible. Theon judged this to be Alzheimer's disease and unclear speech.

He felt inexplicably sad. The strongest demon hunter who once dominated an era was just a defenseless old man. He had to rely on others to take care of him even for food, clothing, housing and transportation. This also made Theon more determined to die on the battlefield. He would rather be killed by a dark creature, disemboweled, and have his head screwed off than die alone and alone, with a group of strangers waiting for him outside.

Theon almost left the meeting angrily, but he couldn't. He was not sure whether the next owner of the bloodstone would be someone like Ulysses. He didn't trust the character of other people. Theon only trusted himself.

"In the end, you still have to see who hunts monsters that are strong enough to get the blood stone, right?" The bearded man smiled proudly, "It seems that the blood stone is mine, everyone!"

The old man said nothing.

"Oh, just you, an abandoned old guy, the fat in your belly can keep the car running forever!" Someone said unconvinced.

"Hmph!" Fiske snorted coldly, "I captured the devil!" He took out a few photos from his arms and threw them high into the air. The person who just retorted picked up the photos, Azazel That weird and evil red face suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

Before anyone could marvel, Fiske continued proudly, "You know, only experienced demon hunters like me can catch demons. Strength cannot be changed by external objects, but more by a person's luck." He patted his chest and said proudly, "Obviously, my luck and strength are both outstanding!"

idiot! Everyone yelled angrily.

"It seems that Azazel and the others have indeed fallen into his hands." At the corner, Li Nian handed the photo to Steve, "Then what should we do? There are too many people here." Steve said The face of an ordinary white male, with a thick wolf velvet hat covering his expression, said worriedly.

Steve is always kind and will not kill his enemies. Instead, he lets SHIELD take over the arrest instead of judging whether a person has the right to live.

Everyone present had no grievances against him, and he could not convince himself to kill him.

Li Nian pondered for a moment and whispered, "I can knock some people unconscious, but there are also some people who are very determined. I will need your help to deal with them when the time comes. I will keep a big beard and look for traces of the cartel. " Steve nodded, agreeing with this opinion.

The two of them did what they said.

The bearded man's arrogant expression was fixed on his face, and in an instant a powerful spiritual wave swept through the entire audience. Except for a few powerful demon hunters, everyone else was knocked unconscious by Li Nian using the Mind Stone.

Haha, Li Nian smiled helplessly. If it had been before, everyone would have been defeated by him, but since facing Sithorn and Wanda, even the Infinity Stones were not willing to help him.

"what happened?!"

Xion suddenly felt bad and immediately drew out the dagger on his back. Before he could see clearly who was responsible, the captain's punch had already landed on his head, and the man fell to the ground in response.

"Theon!" the white-haired woman exclaimed, with fierce eyes, and immediately pointed the gun at Steve. The silver bullets burst out with the sparks from the gun, and the roar seemed to ring in Steve's heart.

boom!

What the hell! The woman was stunned. Steve held the large backpack in front of her. The bullet made a sound of metal collision. Before the woman could react, she was pressed by the backpack and pressed against the wall. "Listen, I don't want to hurt you." You guys, so you better be honest!" Steve punched the woman unconscious, dealt with the other people who were still conscious, and breathed a sigh of relief after knocking them all down.

"Avengers...Avengers are coming!" The bearded man was walking through the woods, damn it! Why does the Bloodstone family hide in the deep mountains and old forests! He chopped off the branches blocking the road, but there were too many bushes in this area. Fiske accidentally got his long white beard hung on the branches. He stumbled and fell into the bushes, and his face was scratched several times by the branches. A wound.

He cursed everything here and looked ahead resentfully, but in his heart he questioned whether today was his Good Friday.

"Hi!"

The strange voice frightened the bearded man suddenly, and he stood up quickly, but his beard was still hung on the branch, and a large piece was torn off, which made tears slightly bleed from the corners of his eyes.

He saw clearly the appearance of the person who came, an Oriental that he had no memory of at all.

Fisk breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it was the Avengers behind him who were catching up, but he didn't expect it to be an ordinary passerby.

A hint of viciousness flashed through his pupils, he raised his hand and raised his crossbow, aiming it at the man's face. The arrow whizzed past, piercing the sound of the cold wind. The bearded man put away his crossbow. If nothing else, the man's head was at this moment. It should have exploded like a watermelon.

He was very confident in his bow and arrow skills. He had relied on this skill for more than fifty years and could shoot down birds flying in the sky with his eyes closed.

"Attack a stranger when you come up. Is this what your family taught you?" A voice full of anger sounded. The bearded figure paused and turned his head incredulously. The oriental man who was supposed to be headshot now He stood there calmly, bending his own arrow in his hand.

Li Nian was filled with unconcealable anger from top to bottom, and the blazing red anger almost overwhelmed him. Obviously, the bearded man's behavior of disregarding life completely stepped on his lightning point.

After experiencing the battle of Thanos Xandar, the arrival of the Scarlet Witch, and the massacre of the God of Symbiote, Li Nian has seen more dead people than the number of people who died in a country in ten years.

There is no way he would forgive his disregard for life!

The bearded man felt his eyes flicker, and his neck was instantly grabbed and hit against the tree trunk. He tried his best to pry the hand away, but the hand was as hard as steel. No matter how hard he tried, it refused to move. .

Li Nian pulled out the photo from the bearded man's waist. It showed Cartel and Azazel imprisoned, sitting on the ground in embarrassment, looking disgraced.

He turned to look at this despicable guy, his eyes glowing with golden light, and he yelled angrily.

"What do you think life is for?!"