[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

In the depths of infinite space, this universe is far more noisy than humans have ever known.

Yondu—the green-skinned alien in the shape of a mohawk—is sitting at his desk with his fingers crossed, awaiting his fate.

As a villain, he has long been mentally prepared that he will die one day because of the betrayal of his subordinates, the revenge of his enemies, an accident at "work" or the silence of his employer.

But he never thought that he would fall into a trap because of a strange distress signal and a moment of curiosity—a trap of a group of terrifying monsters that he had never seen or even heard of before.

"Tat-tat-tat... ah!"

Gunshots rang out violently outside the door, but it ended with a scream after only a moment.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

Intensive strange sounds resounded outside the door, as if countless bugs were scratching the steel plate.

"That's super hard alloy, it can't be broken by these creatures."

Yondu said as if comforting himself.

But just after he finished speaking, the truth slapped him backhand.

"Boom!"

After a muffled sound, half of the bone spur protruded out from behind the door.

Then, before the dense beads of sweat rolled off his forehead, bone spurs appeared on the door one after another, and a hole big enough to pass through an adult was slowly "chiseled" out by these bone spurs.

"when!"

When the gear-like steel plate rolled down to the floor with a crisp reverberation, a woman with bone wings appeared in front of Yondu surrounded by countless monsters.

The moment she appeared, Yondu heaved a sigh of relief. The first thing that appeared in front of him was someone who could communicate with them instead of those monsters who looked disgusting and terrifying at first glance, which meant that he was of no use to that woman.

"Although the heart is full of fear, but the appearance is still so calm, it is indeed a character."

The charming woman who was completely different from ordinary humans looked at Yondu who seemed to be whistling with a relaxed face behind the desk and nodded.

But at the next moment, a flash of light burst out on her chest, almost an "arrow" that "suddenly" appeared there, and was slowly twisted into a ball by an unknown invisible force under her cold eyes. .

"But it's a little out of date."

"My dear lady, why do you say such things?"

However, Yondu instantly ignored the fact that his sneak attack failed and showed a flattering smile:

As a villain, although he doesn't know the words "a man can bend and stretch" and "it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years", but he has already learned these principles without a teacher.

"The Marauders are always willing to serve anyone who can pay them - including you, of course.

You're probably thinking I'm out of date because you've never had to ask a raider for a commission in the past. "

"Hmph, that's good, take me to find someone."

The woman sat on the desk, and while showing off Miaoman's figure, she looked down at Yondu, the sharp bony spurs on the bone wings wandered over his vitals intentionally or unintentionally.

"I don't know who is so hateful to offend you?"

Yondu pointed to the monsters outside the door that were quietly waiting for orders like an army.

"However, I don't think I can be of much help to a character that you need help to find."

"No, you are by my side the greatest help—it is much easier to use your life to find your adopted son Xingjue than to go to the vast sea of ​​stars to find him."

But for Yondu's answer, the woman just smiled lightly

——Maybe everyone thinks that the old man in front of him has fallen out with his adopted son, but as a time traveler who has watched the movie, no one thinks so.

"Don't worry, I don't mean anything malicious—it's just... I have some interest in him~"

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When countless undercurrents are gradually pushing the world off track in the dark, people under the light still know nothing about what is about to happen. Officials all over the world are tacitly suppressing and downplaying the news about the dark side of this world. Maintain a fragile daily life as much as possible.

In the United States, this kind of work is generally given to such a group of people-they are called the SHIELD Secret Service.

When Phil Coulson showed up at the scene of the accident with his group of men in black and saw the familiar SHIELD logo on the car, any experienced police officer knew that his job here was over.

In this world full of super powers and super criminals, the police are actually the bottom of the social ecological chain.

In most film and television works, we are the cannon fodder used to find the way and show the ferocity of the enemy when dealing with terrorist threats.He is an extra who often only gets his boxed lunch after saying "Ah!", "Monster!", and "Help!"

And what makes them even more upset is that whenever there is a danger, the FBI can command them, and the military can drive them. Now it is nothing more than an extra SHIELD agent.

In fact, in this "real" world, the police also exude a weak breath.

Although they were the first to arrive at the scene, they were extremely cautious after arriving at the scene-up to now, they have nothing of value except for a list of witnesses and injured persons.

The reason for all this is simple:

The more you know, the sooner you die. I will not mention the countless seniors who have not heard from after "secondment" and "vacation".

The question of "what if the guy who can cut off the big hug hasn't left" is completely unresolved.

It's okay if the other party cooperated and said what to do in case of resisting arrest?

Just rely on the 9 mm in hand? (Note 1)

Of course, it’s one thing to know, but you still have to let go of harsh words~

The field supervisor of the police led a few young and energetic newcomers in a call, which included "We came here first!", "You have no right to take over!" to "But sir... ok, I understand", "This is not over!", "Remember, we will make you look good sooner or later!" After yelling, he left the scene with everyone "aggrieved" at an extremely fast speed .

"Well, the scene is under control."

Coulson stood on the height of the ruins, looking down at the whole scene while talking on the phone.

In fact, if you look carefully, you will find that the location where he is is the ruins of Tang Xuening's room.

"I have to say that we are very lucky. There are basically no people in this high-end apartment at this time, so we only found one corpse——the corpse of an abnormal person.

But the battle has already spread to the surrounding area, so there are many wounded people who need to be dealt with this time. It is estimated that the media is a bit troublesome. "

Coulson took the materials handed over by his subordinates and flipped through them casually. In terms of handling abnormal events, the staff of SHIELD can be said to be professional among professionals.

The information was filled with dense comparison data and a large number of photos, but he, who was already familiar with the job, quickly summed up the main points from it.

"Basically, it is certain that the deceased was the culprit who destroyed the building, but we are still not sure whether she was unable to control her power because of her sudden awakening, or she was fighting with someone at that time, but..."

Having said this, Coulson stopped suddenly.

Because he found the strange shape below, with a strange long tail and sharp claws, it seemed to commit suicide, and the corpse that was being carefully handled by several personnel wearing chemical protective suits became transparent.

"Wait, what's going on? Damn!"

Under the eyes of everyone, the corpse became more and more transparent until it completely disappeared from everyone's eyes.

At the same time, some unwilling staff stepped forward and touched and touched the place where the corpse disappeared, but found nothing. Obviously, it was not an optical invisibility simply used to deceive the eyes.

"Sorry, Director, the body disappeared, and the reason is unknown."

Picking up the phone again, Coulson reported to his boss helplessly:

"But I'll follow another lead.

Um?Do you have a bad feeling?I will tell everyone to be safe. "

"Mutants, aliens... This world is really getting more and more lively..."

After hanging up the phone, Coulson looked again at the highlighted photo in the file—it was a pair of shoe prints, which happened to be standing outside the attacking range of the deceased. He muttered to himself:

"Then who are you?"

The author has something to say: Note 1: The general caliber of American police guns, of course, I heard that some people who like to play handsome order their own guns, but those are generally local tyrants.