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

After saying goodbye to Peter, Mona received the textbooks from the teacher. She placed the textbooks in the locker she had just been given the right to use, and left Midtown High School without looking back.

The principal didn't have much objection to Mona asking for leave on the first day of class. After all, someone had informed him in advance.

The principal still remembered the indifferent expression on the face of the young talent Mr. Dadalia, the founder of Northland Bank, when he spoke to him.

"My sister has been fascinated by astrology since she was a child and has not experienced much campus life. I would like to ask the principal to arrange for her to spend a few months at Central City High School so that she can have a good time."

"Of course, I have always had an unrealized vision of allowing more talented students to enjoy top-notch learning resources. It is great that the principal can help me realize my dream through the Mona exchange opportunity this time."

Look at this layout!

If all rich people had the same level of thinking as Mr. Dadalia, he wouldn't have to worry about teaching funds every day.

Mona came to Midtown High School to experience life, so it doesn’t seem so important whether she attends classes or not.

With the principal's green light, Mona returned smoothly to her "hometown" - a storefront on a street in Teyvat.

In order to know the exact location, she needed more precise research equipment.

But she didn't rest at 'home' for too long, because the people waiting outside her door were not very patient.

Bang bang bang!

Mona hurriedly put away the utensils, and opened the door when the knocks continued.

It was a sunny day outside, but the boy's expression under the wide brim of his hat was so gloomy that it made one's hair stand on end.

"Tsk, trouble."

"If it's not a commission from the traveler."

The young man snorted and waved at Mona impatiently with a sour face: "Follow me."

Vienna

All streets leading to the venue were under traffic control, and reporters were reporting live from the roadside.

A man holding a "Global News" sign excitedly announced in his standard Mandarin:

"At a special United Nations meeting, 117 countries came together to formally sign the Sokovia Accords..."

Representatives from various countries entered the venue accompanied by security personnel. After all the representatives entered the building, the police officers on the street began to "ask" reporters to leave.

"Jin, do you think the Sokovia Accords are a good idea?"

He hastily put away his equipment and asked the young reporter who was planting flowers beside him.

The young man shook his head at his colleague. Facing his colleague's puzzled look, he explained, "As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, you will hear birds singing everywhere. If a group of people mess around, it probably won't work."

"Oh, why think so much? This is not something that ordinary people like us need to worry about. Let's go. If you go back late, I will have to stay up late to finish the manuscript."

The young man was helping his colleague carry equipment outside when he suddenly felt a cool sensation below his calves.

"Ok?"

"What's wrong Jin?"

Looking at the wet half of his trouser leg, the young man looked back at the conference building thoughtfully.

The black man who was standing at the window overlooking the reporter's departure heard the conversation behind him.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Romanoff?"

"Yes."

"Ah, I need your signature."

The man turned around and walked towards the blonde beauty in a dark purple suit.

"It seems like neither of us are used to being the center of attention."

Natasha heard the voice and handed the pen in her hand to the staff at the venue. She raised her head and smiled: "After all, this is not always a good thing."

"You've been doing pretty well so far."

"Given your previous experience on Capitol Hill, you must not be very comfortable around these people."

Natasha looked much more relaxed after hearing this. She had heard a lot about the deeds of the Crown Prince of Wakanda, T'Challa, and she knew that this man was not an ordinary person.

"I am very grateful that you came, Miss Romanoff."

Natasha was slightly stunned, and her answer was flawless: "Why thank you? Why do you seem to disapprove of this?"

T'Challa pursed his lips and gave Natasha a meaningful look: "I support the Accords, but I disagree with the political aspects."

“Two people in a room can be more efficient than a hundred.”

T'Challa uses this simple description to convey a future in which the Avengers will be controlled by humans.

"Unless you need to move the piano."

An old black man wearing rimless glasses interrupted the conversation between the two, and T'Challa immediately stopped talking.

"Father."

"child."

The old man nodded to T'Challa and turned to Natasha.

"Ms. Romanoff." "King T'Chaka."

This old man is the current king of Wakanda, and the first national representative to speak at this meeting was T'Chaka.

【Please take your seats. The meeting will begin shortly. 】

Natasha nodded to the two gentlemen and went to find her own seat.

T'Chaka patted his son's arm, his eyes filled with satisfaction: "You don't like diplomacy, but you're getting better and better at it."

The old man's happy look brought some warmth to T'Challa's dark skin. No matter how old a child is, he or she will inevitably feel a little shy and excited when praised by his or her parents.

"That's good, Father."

The meeting began with King T'Chaka standing on the stage and giving a speech.

"I am grateful to the Avengers for their support of this project, and Wakanda is proud to be a part of this peace effort."

T'Challa was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, listening to his father's voice. He glanced inadvertently and saw that there seemed to be some problem with a reporter's signal receiving vehicle downstairs.

The police officers urged the driver to leave, and the accompanying explosion-proof dog suddenly barked non-stop the moment the signal receiving vehicle's compartment was opened.

T'Challa frowned, and the police officers below seemed to have discovered something. The police officers surrounding the signal receiving vehicle shouted at their companions to disperse.

No, it's dangerous!

There is a bomb in that car!!

"Everyone get down!!!"

T'Challa ran towards his father immediately, and Natasha reacted immediately.

However, T'Challa was still a step too slow.

boom! !

A loud bang shook the conference building and flames shot up into the sky above the city.

The glass shattered and thick black smoke spread from outside.

T'Challa found his father in the smoke. He was terrified when he saw his father was unharmed.

"Father, are you okay?"

T'Challa asked nervously as he supported his father.

"fine."

T'Chaka looked at his son's miserable appearance and gave him a big hug.

"This kid just saved me."

King T'Chaka let go of his son. He looked at the chaotic scene around him with a heavy face. If the girl had not suddenly jumped out from the ground and took him away from the spot, he would have been injured because he was closest to the window.

T'Challa saw the girl standing next to his father. He opened his mouth to thank her, but saw the girl raised her arm and waved out the window.

"It's the God of Righteousness!"

Someone exclaimed, and T'Challa turned his head to look at the window.

The tall mecha was suspended in the air, its entire body flashing with dazzling cold light, shining piercingly brightly in the sun.

T'Challa gave his father a reassuring look, then walked to the window and looked down.

What surprised him was that there were no signs of explosion at the location where the information and communication vehicle had originally been located. Instead, the debris of the communication vehicle was scattered everywhere on the tops and bottoms of the surrounding buildings.

Judging from the traces on the surfaces of the surrounding buildings, apart from the shattered glass, there was no other damage.

With his keen observation skills, T'Challa recreated the scene in his mind. It should be that someone threw the information communication vehicle into the sky before it exploded.

The vehicle exploded in the air, and the violent sonic boom shattered the windows of the building.

The god of righteousness who suddenly appeared in Lenovo made it clear at this moment who had done all this.

I didn't expect Tony Stark to come.

Thinking of this, T'Challa raised his head, looked towards the position of the God of Righteousness and thanked him solemnly:

"Stark, thank you..."

He had just said half of his words when he heard a clear but disdainful voice from the God of Righteousness:

"Tsk, stupid ants, totally unaware of themselves."

"You better keep your head down when you talk to me!"

T’Challa: ???

Ah, not Tony Stark, who is this guy???