Original God plus Marvel: Meet Thanos and start calling for help

"Go! Go! Go!"

Carlson jumped onto the helicopter parked on the top floor carrying a box. His eyes were fixed on the door of the only entrance on the top floor, and he shouted anxiously to the pilot.

But what made Carlson furious was that after he called so many times, the helicopter still stayed in its original position and did not respond.

This made Carlson even more anxious:

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you hear me? Get this damn helicopter flying!!"

There was still no movement in the cockpit, and Carlson felt furious.

"asshole!"

He cursed and slammed his hand on the glass of the cockpit door: "Damn it! Don't play dumb for me!"

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For some reason, the light on the driver's seat flickered twice, and then went out with a "click".

Carlson felt something was wrong and immediately looked through the glass vigilantly, but there was nothing but darkness in the driver's seat.

"damn it!"

He cursed and dodged to the side.

Quickly pulling out a gun and opening the magazine, Carlson checked the clip, confirmed it, and aimed the gun at the cab.

At this time, a voice came from the cab.

He said, "You know where the New York police like to hang out?"

'Bang bang bang! '

Carlson raised his gun and punched several large holes in the cockpit glass, but the cold voice continued: "They like to go to the pub."

"Do you know why?"

Carlson's forehead was soaked with sweat. The strange sound that suddenly came from the cab made him feel uneasy.

The cockpit of the helicopter was not big, and his attack just now was enough to kill all the people hiding inside, but it turned out to be useless. The person who was speaking inside was still safely in the cockpit and had no effect at all.

This strange feeling made Carlson a little scared

His right hand was shaking from exerting so much force.

"Are you a human or a ghost?!"

"Ah. Unfortunately, your answer is somewhat irrelevant to the question. Well, I'll give you another chance and you can think about it carefully."

The pitch-black cab was now glowing with a purple light, which floated out from the depths of darkness and slowly gathered together to form a pattern that resembled the 'Eye of Horus'.

The 'eye' became brighter and brighter, and purple electric light illuminated the surrounding scene.

After seeing the environment inside clearly, Carlson was so scared that he took several steps back.

The jackal hat was painted with intricate and mysterious gold patterns, and its slender eyes were staring at Carlson, while the wearer's expression was hidden under the exaggerated brim of the hat, and the whole person seemed to be floating in the air.

His hands were opened slightly apart, and the 'Eye of Horus' was suspended in his palms.

The purple light was mixed with some golden colors, which intertwined and surrounded the young man, appearing extremely dazzling.

This man...this man is like the Egyptian god between night and dawn.

The guide and guardian of the dead, the god of judgment - Anubis.

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Carlson shook off his shock: "Who... who are you?"

He swallowed, and his tone became dry.

If it weren't for his height, Carlson might really have thought that the person in front of him was the reincarnation of the Egyptian god, but the man's juvenile physique made Carlson's mind clear again.

Although the other party was just a teenager, the inexplicable sense of terror and oppression made Carlson want to turn around and run for his life.

He raised his gun and pointed it at the boy but did not dare to act rashly.

"Hmph, wrong answer."

!!!

Carlson suddenly felt something was wrong and he pulled the trigger before he could react.

But the person on the other side is faster.

boom!

The sound of glass breaking and the sharp sound of breaking through the air exploded in Carlson's ears, but at this moment he could only see the huge claws wrapped in golden talismans rushing towards him at a high speed.

"The judgment has come as expected!!"

Bang bang bang!

The bullet hit the huge claw but failed to leave the slightest mark on it. Carlson watched helplessly as the claw twisted his pistol in half and took away half of the helicopter's iron sheet with a light wave.

"Ah! Ah!"

Carlson was slumped in the seat of the helicopter, the huge claws now grasping his hairless little head.

Carlson had no doubt that the young man could easily crush his head with just a thought.

"You, what do you want?"

Carlson said, trembling.

Seeing the boy glance at the box he was holding, Carlson immediately reacted and handed the box to the boy like a servile person: "Here is the Wasp suit. Take it, take it! Let me go!"

Seno took the box and crushed it into pieces under Carlson's horrified gaze.

"This this..."

Carlson saw a tiny piece of the Wasp suit's debris and felt so heartbroken that he could hardly bear it. He had not expected that such a treasure that could bring him endless benefits and money would be destroyed by the other party without even blinking an eye.

"I will not allow such a dangerous thing to exist."

Seno looked at Carlson expressionlessly, and uttered a chilling word: "Have you figured out the answer to my question just now?"

"What was the question just now?"

Carlson's pale face showed a trace of confusion: "Why do New York police like to go to bars the most?"

Who is this person?

.Is it Klaus's man?

Is it Dr. Pym's people?

Or is it someone from SHIELD or some official agency?

Why did he ask such a strange question at this time?

Why ask him?

WHY? ? ?

At this moment, a bunch of question marks emerged in Carlson's mind.

Isn’t the reason why he likes to go to the bar obvious? Of course it’s not because he likes to drink, but because he likes to hunt for beauties. What other reason could it be?

Thinking of this, Carlson observed the boy's attire and immediately crossed out these two answers. The boy's question would never have such a vulgar answer.

"Because... because they work hard for the country day and night and are under too much pressure, so they like to go to the pub to relax?"

Carlson blinked guiltily and glanced at the boy furtively.

"wrong."

Senor shook his head seriously: "Because the tavern is full of drunks (sinners)."

Carlson: . . . . . ?

Is this a bad joke?

Is this a joke?

Is he telling me a joke?

What kind of fucking hellish joke is this!?

Timmy, your boss filter shattered the boy!

"Seno!"

Scott's voice not far away made Seno turn his head.

"Carlson! Seno, the Wasp suit is in his box!"

Scott ran to the helicopter and said to Seno breathlessly.

"Don't worry, I have just destroyed the box and its contents."

Scott breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around and asked Seno:

"Did you see Klaus just now?"

Seeing Seno shaking his head, Scott was very surprised: "He ran out to chase Carlson before me, there is no reason why he would be slower than me?"

Scott was wondering when suddenly, Seno's expression opposite him changed.

"do not move!"

The next second, Scott saw Senor raising his 'claw' to him.

Snapped!

For the first time, Scott experienced what it felt like to have Xeno's claws slap a person.

Even though Seno deliberately used less force, Scott was still shocked.

That feeling is sour and refreshing!

A cry of "Ah!"

Scott reflexively pressed the shrink button on his suit, and his body shrank and fell from the air.

Falling to the ground with him was another person who was about the same size as Scott.

Scott's eyes widened immediately: "This is, another Wasp suit! How is this possible!?"

Klaus's voice came from inside the Wasp's suit: "Hey, after knowing that Pym is doing something behind the scenes, do you think I wouldn't want to keep a trump card for myself?"