Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

　　 Boom!

　　 Amidst the roar of the engine, a fiery figure burning with flames galloped on the empty road.

　　 As the sun rises in the early morning, a ray of light illuminates the dim horizon.

The darkness gradually faded under the shining light. Johnny riding a **** chariot was exposed to the sun. A plume of white gas immediately surrounded his body. The lost flesh and meridian tissues were reborn under the flames, from the horrific of the flame skeleton. The appearance has become a human!

　　 What followed was an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.

Johnny felt weak and exhausted like he had never felt before, as if all his physical strength had been exhausted. The scene in front of him even appeared ghostly, almost unable to control the direction of the motorcycle, and hit the electric wire on the side of the road. Above the pole.

After reluctantly riding his bike back to the cemetery, Carter Shrei held his rolled tobacco in his mouth, and looked at him quietly with a **** in both hands: "Good morning, dead man's bones, it seems that the action is not going well, tell me What happened last night?"

　　 "That person, he appeared again."

　　 Johnny rolled over and got off the motorcycle, with the word exhausted on his face, and said weakly: "He is stronger than we thought. He almost killed the black heart last night."

　　 "Puff, almost killed the black heart demon?" Carter Shrei was dumbfounded for an instant, did not even react to the shovel in his hand, and asked in disbelief, "Are you sure you are not kidding me?"

"Unfortunately, I hope this is a joke more than you." Johnny stretched out his hands helplessly and sighed, "But it's a pity that this is the truth, and he only swiped a sword to split the evil spirits. Summon a storm of magic hell."

　　 "A sword splits the **** storm?!"

　　 Although Carter Shrei’s expression did not change, there was a storm in his heart, his chin almost hit his feet, and he was shocked: "Wait, are you sure you are not mistaken? That's a **** storm!"

"I'm sure I didn't read it wrong, and I almost died again." Johnny looked a little dull, and his tired eyes could hardly be opened, and said: "If there is nothing else, can I go to sleep first? "

　　 "Uh... well, you go to rest first." Carter Shrei took a deep breath, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and motioned him to take a rest first.

　　 "Ah~~"

　　 Johnny walked into the church while yawning.

In the small room at the back of the church, where Carter Slay usually lived privately, Johnny unceremoniously occupied his bed, and within a few seconds of lying on it, there was a long and loud snoring sound, which can be seen. How tired.

　　 Outside the church.

　　 Carter Shrei stood there, thinking about the man in his mind.

　　 After a full ten minutes of silence, he let out a long sigh, and Carter's cloudy eyes flashed an inexplicable look: "Is it... really him?"

　　 Carter Shrei bowed, picked up the shovel, and walked slowly to a dilapidated tombstone.

　　The owner of the tombstone has the name of Carter Shrei written impressively, and underneath it is written a sentence: May the angels lead you to the path of heaven.

　　 This tombstone set for oneself symbolizes the promise made by an angel!

　　 For hundreds of years, he stayed alone in this cemetery, silently guarding the contract of Saint Van Gunza, in order to wait for the arrival of an angel to fulfill the promise he had made at the beginning!

　　 Carter Shrei stared at the dilapidated tombstone, with a look of exhaustion in his eyes, and said to himself: "Is he... the person you are talking about?"

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　　 The next day, early morning.

　　 A five-star high-end hotel is located in a luxurious suite on the top floor. Bright sunlight spills into the room through floor-to-ceiling windows, and the soft breeze blows up the white window curtains, dancing gently like a woman’s skirt.

　　 Lord slowly opened his eyes, stretched his waist contentedly, then put on his pajamas and got up, went to wash up, and then walked out of the room in an upright manner and came to the restaurant on the fifth floor of the hotel.

　　 It was early at this time, and only twos and threes were sitting around the restaurant, enjoying breakfast quietly while looking up at the TV show.

　　 "Good Morning, America" ​​is being broadcast on TV. It is a program of abc, one of the three major media in the United States. It emphasizes witty and interesting and discusses serious news as its selling point.

　　 Lord followed and took a look, and found that it was talking about the cyan flame that suddenly appeared over Dallas last night.

　　 While amused, the two hosts explained the events of last night with a very official reply:

The general meaning of 　　 is to urge everyone not to panic and guess. The sudden incident last night was actually a meteorite that struck the sky over Dallas and burned violently in the friction with the atmosphere, thus releasing this cyan flame.

　　 Very blunt reason...

　　 Almost anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

　　 The U.S. official is obviously talking nonsense, and even there is no relevant data on meteorites. It's all nonsense with a single mouth.

　　 Then in the next interview, several well-known scholars and experts openly refuted the official, claiming that they had concealed the truth from last night. The cyan flame is actually an alien, not a so-called meteorite.

　　 Immediately after the follow-up news, it suddenly broke out that Hollywood actor cheated, black homosexuals were brutally killed, etc., a series of eye-catching news.

　　 "Hey, it's the United States, this set of public opinion operations has the flavor of the Cold War back then."

　　Lord couldn't help but smile when he saw this place, and suddenly admired S.H.I.E.L.D., and roughly guessed how they covered up the truth.

　　 First give you a very fake message, then package the fake message into a real message, and finally package it into a fake message, true or false, false or true.

　　 To buy more than a dozen well-known well-known people, to be guests on various talk shows ~www.NovelMTL.com~ deliberately use aliens as a guise to refute the official statement.

　　 In the end, several Hollywood star scandals broke out, so that the people's attention was forcibly diverted and the incident was successfully covered up.

　　 After such a set of operations, the clouds and the water are in a circle.

　　 The power of the media has been exerted to its extreme, making people voluntarily immersed in the information cocoon room, and it is impossible to explore the truth behind it.

　　 It's hard for S.H.I.E.L.D., every time he wipes his butt.

　　 After Lord swallowed the last piece of tender and juicy beef, when he was about to get up and leave the restaurant, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure and walked in with the hotel manager's pleasing smile.

　　 And that familiar figure is Tony Stark!

　　 Behind Tony Stark, there is also a blond beauty in a black dress, and a conscientious bodyguard, Hapi.

　　 Sure enough, there is a place for him, there is definitely no shortage of beautiful women to accompany you!

　　 But Lord was a little curious, why did Tony Stark come to Dallas suddenly?

　　 Tony hugged the beauty with a peach-faced face, walked into the restaurant and looked around. When he saw Lord sitting in the corner of the restaurant, his complexion suddenly changed slightly, and then the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

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