"What are you looking at! Have you never seen a gang? Have you heard of the Clown Gang? I'll chop you up!"
The clown in a purple suit, white face, and green hair walked struttingly on the street, randomly intimidating passers-by who looked over at him, and holding the confused and confused bullseye in his hand. "Hey, clown bullseye," after scaring away another passerby. , the clown turned to stare at his companion whose eyes were not very focused: "How can you say that you are also a super criminal who can bend bullets? What on earth did you see that made you so scared?
?”
"I'm Daredevil..." Bullseye responded blankly.
"Okay, Joker Daredevil, what did you just see?" The Joker changed his words nonchalantly.
"Light darker than darkness, darkness brighter than light..." Bullseye's eyes were slightly focused, but soon became unfocused again.
"Is this a riddle? How about you be the 'Riddler' from now on? Oh, no," the clown paused mid-sentence: "That seems to be a comic character and does not exist in reality at all."
"'Joker' too..." Bullseye retorted with his remaining sense.
"Nonsense, there are clowns in any circus, there are also poker games, but where can you find the Riddler?" the clown retorted.
"..." Bullseye was speechless for a moment, and his chaotic consciousness prevented him from thinking of any counterarguments for the time being.
"What are you looking at! Have you never seen a gangster?"
The interaction between the two attracted more glances from passers-by, and the clown repeated his tricks and began to threaten:
"Have you ever heard of the Clown Gang? As long as I snap my fingers, you will explode——"
Snapped--!
The passers-by who were threatened by the clown exploded into a cloud of orange liquid without saying a word, and their clothes and bags were scattered on the ground.
"Uh..." The clown stared at the hand he just raised: "I haven't snapped my fingers yet?"
Pah! Pah—
Passers-by who witnessed this strange situation exploded one after another like firecrackers, and orange liquid spilled everywhere on the street.
"I decided not to drink orange juice for three days, what about you?"
The clown turned his head and looked at Bullseye:
"Hey, don't pass out!"
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Tokyo, Chiyoda-ku.
"This should be the last stronghold in Tokyo that is not controlled by the Hand, but it looks like..."
Erica looked around, looking at the CDs, posters, peripherals and consoles of anime and games piled everywhere in the underground warehouse, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
"It doesn't seem to fit the word 'gangster'?"
Murdoch picked up a host box and shook it, and heard a sound that clearly did not match the packaging pattern:
“But what if they’re looking at these things so they can carry something with them so they can evade taxes?”
"That--"
"[Then don't even think about leaving here.]" "[That's exactly what it is.]" "[The boss is right.]"
,,Boom.
With dull words with an electronic sound, a Freedom Gundam, an EVA Unit-01, an Ultraman Tiga, an Optimus Prime and a Kamen Rider Kuuga walked out from the depths of the warehouse. "Oh, They are all Category A 'substitutes' that cover the whole body. In order to maintain a specific shape, the protection strength is very average..." Murdoch "looked" at them mid-sentence, and suddenly turned his head and "looked" at them in surprise. Erica: "
What's wrong with you?"
"I'm glad...someone likes them...but..." The black smoke gathered around Erica and solidified, eventually turning into a giant Godzilla that almost broke through the roof of the warehouse. It, no, she was side Spitfire rushed toward those "mechas" with heavy steps.
:
"[You all have to die——! Roar——!]"
"Um……"
Murdoch dodged to avoid the monster rushing past him and adjusted his sunglasses:
"So that's what it means to say my girlfriend is a 'monster'."
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Tokyo, Shinjuku.
"Little Song" bar near Kabukicho.
The uncle-looking Moarti was standing behind the counter, wiping unnecessary glasses, silently observing the goings-on in the hall.
In the bar hall, two groups of people were confronting each other.
A group of ferocious gangsters and their eldest sister confront a little girl who appears to be underage. "I just received news that there is only the last force left in Tokyo that disobeys the 'Hand', and our people are attacking them Launch an attack." Uma, who was dressed in a luxurious evening dress, held a goblet between her fingertips, raised her head slightly, and leaned over.
Looking at the little girl in front of him: "What else do you have to say? Miss Mishima Hitomi?"
That was the original owner of this bar, but not exactly. Moati looked at the information in front of him. Legally, this bar belonged to a woman named "Shizi", who ran away when Uma came. It was also her, but according to the gangsters who were subdued later, the actual manager of the bar was this man with black hair and golden eyes.
A girl wearing a bartender uniform with a big red bow on her hair.
She didn't know it had changed hands because she was participating in club activities at school. It wasn't until she learned the news today that she hurriedly asked for leave and came to negotiate. Yes, she is a junior high school student, even a little younger than Moyarty, and She is an ordinary, normal human being. How can she fight with a "Lord of Dimension" when she has absolutely no leverage?
Negotiating with your sister?
"I'm here to negotiate terms with you, Ms. Uma." Mishima Hitomi replied in a slightly childish voice.
"Uh-huh, I'm listening." Uma raised her chin.
"You will not stay in Tokyo forever, and neither will the Hand." She raised her eyes and looked at the vicious thugs behind Uma: "I hope to be your agent and manage your assets for you before you come back. "
"Oh? Why do you think so? And even if I have to leave, I still have a suitable agent."
Uma glanced at Moati, who immediately responded with a confident smile. "Your subordinates have defeated all the gangsters and taken over their power, but they have not placed any managers. This is a shortage of manpower." "Performance," Mishima Hitomi replied: "I did some research and found that your subordinates tracked the 'Hand Club' all the way to Tokyo. I have every reason to believe that they did the same to the 'Hand Club' So, you do not belong to the Hand. It should be said that on the contrary, you are the enemy of the Hand.
, is a ‘superhero’ who comes to destroy this evil organization.”
Crunch - Moarty almost crushed the glass in his hand when he heard "superhero".
"Continue." Uma raised her eyebrows without comment. "In order to prevent gang members from causing trouble when they are leaderless, you decided to temporarily maintain the illusion that the 'Hand' still exists before eliminating all gangs associated with it. When you leave, you will leave them all alone
Leave it to the police," Mishima Hitomi said.
"..." The eyes of the gangsters who originally stared at her fiercely began to wander, but because of Uma's own strength, no one dared to question her.
"What if I say that I am not a 'superhero' but a 'supervillain'?" Uma leaned forward and stared at her very oppressively.
"Then you are also a 'lawful evil' and can fully negotiate," Mishima Hitomi replied very smoothly: "If you had already replaced the top gang leaders with others, or started killing people, I would definitely not dare to come. "You are very courageous, but have you ever thought about why, as a 'superhero,' you would come all the way to deal with an ordinary gangster huddled in an island country? Are you ready to understand the truth behind it?" ?" Wu
Ma leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair.
"I think I'm ready." Hitomi Mishima replied firmly.
"Then..." Uma put down her wine glass, as if she was planning to say something.
Moarti noticed that a thug behind her secretly opened the phone, seemingly intending to receive or transmit some information, but he only glanced at it twice and froze on the spot, and then...
Puff--clop--plop-puff--
Like falling dominoes, the group of thugs behind Uma exploded into orange liquid and empty clothes in less than two seconds.
"...Welcome to the real world." Uma showed a scary smile to the little girl who was not affected but her eyes widened.
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Tokyo, Shinjuku Station.
"……not my business."
"...If it wasn't you, could it be me?"
When Natasha was awakened by the quarrel in her ears, she immediately looked around.
Well, the sky is not red, the city is not black, and the whole world does not look like a big cup.
The noisy "Jean Gray" and "Deadpool" are also normal, which is great——
Her heart lifted midway and then picked up again.
How could Shinjuku Station, which was originally bustling with traffic, be so quiet?
No, it's not very quiet. Apart from the most obvious siren sound after the car hits, there is also a very clear sound of liquid flowing and surging.
Is there a tsunami? Natasha sat up from the bench in the bus shelter, looked around carefully again, and then discovered that the area around the station had turned into a marsh country, with a large amount of orange juice-like liquid flowing freely on the streets, and the "water surface" floating on
All kinds of things, especially clothing and personal belongings.
"The 'Lord of the Ocean Dimension' finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to destroy the world?" She blurted out, not quite sober yet.
"Ha, that would be great." Qin Gray laughed.
"Uncle Deadpool can then show off his talents." Deadpool continued.
Oh... Natasha gathered her thoughts and quickly thought that the black mud under Tokyo Tower had finally activated.
Can a disaster of this scale really be solved with most of the Avengers absent?
But Sherlock's child seems to have returned to Earth through some means. Maybe... "I just confirmed that all the people who turned into 'orange juice' have no names," Natasha was still thinking, and Jean Gray had already Zi Gu Zi continued the previous topic: "Even in the phone book that I casually glanced at, there were only
All the people with names but no images survived.”
"Same here," Deadpool put his hand into his hood and scratched it: "Anyone who responded to Uncle Deadpool's chatting, even just saying 'get lost', has not melted into water."
"So, both the protagonist and the supporting characters are protected, and those who turned into water are all 'extra performers'." Qin Gray nodded.
"Not necessarily, the protagonist may suddenly turn into ashes, phew~" Deadpool raised his hand and blew.
"If you think about it carefully, compiling family trees, life experiences, hobbies and so on for everyone is indeed a big project. Ordinary screenwriters simply don't have the time." Qin Gray continued.
"Martin is great, and Tolkien is also great."
"...Are you really not coming to the North?"
Although she heard every word clearly, Natasha had difficulty understanding what the two were talking about. It wasn't until there was a gap in their conversation that Natasha took the opportunity to interject:
"So, did 'Black Saber' succeed? Do we have to evacuate?"
Qin Gray and Deadpool looked at each other, one shrugged and the other spread his hands:
"Can't run away."
"Just wait for the universe to restart."
Is this the confidence of someone who talks about "Lord of Dimension"?
And if only an ordinary city was destroyed, why would the universe be restarted?
"Speaking of restarting, Natasha is fine, but there seems to be something wrong with the two of us," Jean Gray touched her chin and looked at Deadpool thoughtfully: "My identity is a fake, and you are a stowaway. .”
Not surprising at all.
"For my dear sake, the director doesn't dare to do anything to me." Deadpool put his hands on his hips.
"Then you wish for good luck." Qin Gray raised her hand and drew in the air, and the traces of flames finally formed a box that seemed to always hang next to the characters in TV shows:
[Private Hope's Peak Academy, Jean Gray (16)]
this……
"Ha, this Deadpool can do it too."
Deadpool raised his hand and grabbed the air beside him, tore it with all his strength, and pulled off a piece of tattered "paper", then took out a pen from his belt and wrote on it, and then stuck it on the ground Went back.
【Fangye Kindergarten, Wade Wilson(5)】
Is this five years old!?
Natasha was about to accuse them severely of lying about her age, but her eyes suddenly turned white.
When she hurriedly took off the goggles, she found that sixteen-year-old Qin Gray and five-year-old Deadpool both took out a pair of sunglasses from nowhere and put them on their faces, looking towards the direction of Tokyo Tower in amazement.
Following their gazes, Natasha saw an extremely thick black pillar with eyes all over its surface where Tokyo Tower used to be, reaching straight into the sky.
That pillar had an unusually weird and terrifying aura. Just by glancing at it from a distance, she had the illusion that it had become unstable, as if it might melt or explode at any time.
But before Natasha could retract her gaze like a reflex, a more intense scarlet sword light rose not far from the bottom of the giant pillar. Its speed seemed to be extremely slow, because the arc-shaped trajectory that cut through the sky could not even reach Natasha. Natasha could see it clearly, but it was extremely fast. While Natasha was still subconsciously following the trajectory, the light of the sword had already split the giant pillar into two, and even more so in the sky.
A huge and narrow red knife mark was left on the body. Then, the whole world burned.
