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

Gravik frowned tightly, his face grim, and his eyes full of vigilance as he stared at the woman sitting on the sofa.

In this lively party, there was indeed no shortage of guests and performers with excellent looks.

But the woman's unique temperament and image made him certain and certain that she was definitely not an "indigenous person" on the island and was definitely not on Epstein's invitation list.

Gravik knew very well that in order for the plan to proceed smoothly, he conducted detailed research on all the guests coming to the island.

He knows everyone's background, personality, and purpose.

If such a special person existed, there was no way he would not have the slightest impression of him.

Thinking that his carefully arranged plan was disrupted and this woman appeared here so abruptly, Gravik easily linked the two things closely together.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it." Gravik, who had some knowledge of flower-growing literature, gritted his teeth secretly, feeling a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart.

I didn't expect that after all my careful operations, I would become "her" prey.

Gravik's thoughts were constantly turning like turbulent waves. When he couldn't figure out the opponent's strength, he decided to act cautiously.

Currently on the field, apart from Nick Fury and Talos who betrayed his people, these two can still cause him some minor troubles that are not serious.

As for Efasstein's men, they had already been easily dealt with by himself.

Gravik was thinking in his mind that he needed to confirm first whether this woman had any other helpers.

If she were alone... Humph.

The corners of Gravik's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile.

Gravik, who was able to become the leader of the Skrull rebels, still had some so-called "wisdom" in his mind.

So, he did not attack the woman immediately, but decided to find out her identity and purpose first.

He cleared his throat, trying to make his tone sound calm yet dignified: "My beautiful lady, may I remind you that this is a private party, and it is best if unrelated people do not stay here."

"I have important matters to attend to with other guests, so... could you please leave immediately?"

There was an unquestionable firmness in his words, but also a hint of threat.

The white-haired woman pursed her lips slightly, the curve so subtle that it was barely noticeable, as if she was amused by Gravik's cowardly look just now.

She slowly lowered her hand that had been resting on her cheek, her movements graceful and calm.

Then, the tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

A pair of scarlet, cross-shaped eyes without any warmth slammed into Gravik's mind.

The moment it was revealed, the entire space seemed to be shrouded in an invisible pressure, filled with a strong atmosphere of uneasiness.

The woman stared expressionlessly at Gravik who was waiting for her answer. Her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything. She didn't care at all about the Skrulls around her who were aiming their guns at her head.

Her aura was so strong that it made people feel that those black muzzles of guns were nothing but harmless toys.

"I reject."

As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was like the polar wind, biting and full of irresistible power.

Although his voice is low, it has a shocking penetrating power. Every note is like a sharp ice edge that can easily pierce the heavy air around it. The sense of unquestionability revealed in it is like the unshakable command of the "king" of the mysterious country.

Gravik's face suddenly darkened.

However, before he could say anything, he saw the woman stand up.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

As the woman walked, the sound of her heels hitting the ground echoed in the silent room.

One, two, three...

The crisp sound seemed to be the countdown of fate, making the uneasy atmosphere even more intense.

Kochella's body was shaking violently like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. She opened her eyes wide with fear and stared at the dangerous woman who was approaching step by step.

What a pair of eyes these are!

Just a quick glance at each other, and the cold fear came like a surging tide, overwhelming the sky and the earth in an instant.

She felt as if her chest was being pressed down by a huge rock and she could hardly breathe.

In the chaos just now, Coachella accidentally sprained his ankle and was ruthlessly pushed to the ground by the crowd who were fleeing in panic.

At this moment, it became a luxury for her to stay away from that woman.

She beat her injured calf desperately and staggered to her feet, but to no avail.

No matter how frantically her brain sent out commands, her nerves, which were completely engulfed by fear, were unable to awaken her paralyzed body.

[I can’t move! I can’t move!!]

The woman approached step by step and was already in front of her.

Coachella's breathing became more and more rapid, and tears and sweat were intertwined on her terrified face.

The "pure desire makeup" that those people had carefully painted for her had now turned into a blurry paste, and her former beauty and refinement could no longer be seen.

The woman looked down at Coachella, who was on the verge of collapse, and glanced at his ankle, which was swollen like a pig's hoof. Then,

She held out her hand.

The beautifully shaped palms were wrapped in black leather gloves. From Coachella's perspective, the darkness slowly invaded her entire vision.

Just when Coachella thought that the sharp black armor with a scarlet glow was going to pierce her pupils, she saw the oppressive palm shift in direction and fall on her shoulder.

The girl was stunned.

"I was once taught that tears are also a weapon for women to achieve their goals."

"Hmph, ridiculous."

"I cannot deny that using tears as a means of action may be feasible for some targets, but no matter who you are, strength never relies on tears, but on strong will, outstanding wisdom, rigorous strategy, calm means and fearless courage."

The woman patted Coachella's shoulder gently with a soothing hand. Her voice was still cold, but her words made Coachella, who was nervous and frightened, feel a different kind of tenderness.

“Tears may occasionally be an outlet for emotions, but they are never weapons. People with truly strong wills conquer with actions and speak with strength.”

"child."

The woman leaned over slightly, gently stretched out her hand, and slowly wiped away the tears on Coachella's face.

The action seemed gentle, but it carried an irresistible force.

"When facing a powerful superior, one must also have the courage to resist."

After saying this, the woman helped Coachella up steadily.

Although Coachella showed a painful expression for a moment due to his foot injury, frowned slightly in pain, and his body trembled unconsciously, the other party deliberately ignored it.

The woman twisted Coachella's body with a slightly forceful movement.

She controlled her strength just right, not causing further injury to Coachella, but also making it impossible for her to resist.

Until Coachella's gaze, under the guidance of the woman, was completely fixed on Epstein, who was hiding behind the pillar and trembling.

"Those who claim to be righteous often commit unjust acts."

The woman's voice was cold and powerful, as if it was a judgment on the sins of the world.

"A successful person in the financial field, a participant in charity, an active figure in the social scene, and the king of this sinful island."

Every word she spoke was full of sarcasm and criticism.

"look."

The woman's voice sounded again, and she gently pinched Coachella's small and delicate chin. The force seemed gentle, but it made Coachella unable to break free, forcing Coachella's avoidance of sight to fall completely on the embarrassed Epstein.

Her words were full of contempt, as if she was looking at an insignificant ant:

"At this moment, he is nothing more than a stray dog ​​wagging its tail and begging for mercy."