In fact, being a god is a bit hard, because in principle, anyone in the world who pronounces his name can be heard by him. It’s just that there are too many guys chanting Kratos’s name, and listening to them all is tantamount to Ange.
Throwing it among hundreds of thousands of ducks, the noise pollution caused by their chirping is terrifying just thinking about it.
Ange will be bored to death.
So he asked the system to block almost all calls, leaving only a few keywords that would be triggered, and special people calling him, so that he could hear them.
When Ange heard this voice, the expression on his face suddenly changed into a smile. He quickly put on his leather case and crossed the portal.
Sure enough, as soon as Ange stepped through the portal, he saw a widow wearing a black gauze evening gown with a large back and front straps reclining on a snow-white chaise longue in the middle of the hotel suite.
As Marvel's sexiest heroine, Black Widow's lethality in this aspect is beyond doubt.
That charming face that combines classic beauty, with a small expression that looks like a smile but not a smile, and those half-open peach blossom eyes, this alone is enough to drive men crazy.
Not to mention that she was obviously on full fire tonight.
She was not wearing the black leather jacket that she usually wears in SHIELD, but an evening dress that deliberately showed off her figure. Even when she was lying down, her white thighs in the high-slit evening dress were almost completely exposed.
Ange smiled: "Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?"
Unfortunately, the widowed sister didn't know how to answer the question correctly, so she replied: "What do you think?"
Ange shrugged.
The widowed lady lowered her feet, tapped her lotus feet on the floor, picked up two goblets from the bar next to the chaise longue, and poured a glass of red wine gracefully. Then she swayed, slowly leaned over, and handed over a glass of wine.
Ange.
Ange showed a smile that he thought was charming, but in fact was a bit wild in the eyes of the other party. There was no way, Kui Ye's appearance was so fierce.
Fortunately, what the widow is best at is interpreting the story of "Beauty and the Beast".
"Bang!"
The two of them clinked their glasses together and drank it all in one gulp.
"Sure enough, my guess was not wrong. When I called your name, you could hear it across space. Otherwise, I can't explain it. When I couldn't resist the violence of my motherland, you would arrive immediately."
Ange did not answer directly: "In fact, I can hear all the beings I consider friends when they call my name."
"Is this the [super hearing] of extraordinary people?" The widow's words were full of tricks and temptations.
"If you think so, then that's it." Ange casually put the wine glass on the table next to him: "Okay, call me over tonight. What can you do?"
"Can't I ask you to come over if you have nothing to do?" The widowed sister performed a "cunning old shoulder" in various senses.
"I'm very busy."
"Too busy playing games with your woman?"
"As long as the games are interesting enough, I like them all." Ange spread his hands, showing off his true nature.
Hi! Who's afraid of whom?
The blood of the Wayne family flows in my body.
The famous Gotham nightclub black gold VIP customer!
"How about? Let's have a game?" The widowed sister pointed to the side.
I have to say that this suite is luxurious enough and even has a standard billiards table.
Playing billiards is very about touch.
Ange and the widowed sister played a standard American nine-ball game.
The widowed sister is purely technically good.
Ange is such a bad guy. He uses his ridiculously strong agility and exaggerated muscle control to clear the bag every time with one stroke even though his techniques are not necessarily professional.
For four consecutive games, whoever kicked off the ball won all the way to the end.
Even when Ange was playing, the widowed sister would always make a "spoon" posture on the opposite side and interfere with Ange with her white justice, but Ange still didn't miss a single ball.
This time, it was Ange's turn to tee off again.
The widowed sister said coquettishly: "No, there is no way to determine the outcome. It must be difficult."
"How to increase the difficulty?"
"I'll be the pole."
When playing billiards on the far side of the ball, the hands are not long enough, so people often have to lean on the billiard table and use a rack to hold the billiard cue to hit the white ball.
...Ange must admit that the widowed sister still knows how to play.
The widow sister touched the leather sheath on Ange's face and could clearly feel the separation between the skin and the skin. Ange did not refuse.
"Kratos, which one is the real you?"
"Natasha, which one is the real you?"
Exactly the same question, but with a different name, the meaning is completely different.
The first sentence refers to Ange using a leather holster to hide his identity.
The second sentence refers to the widowed sister having different faces in front of different people.
The widowed sister sighed: "Nick didn't ask me to come. I really just want to thank you."
"I know."
"Sigh. I really don't want to get between you and SHIELD."
"It's okay. Apart from Superman and Thor from the future, no other existence has the qualifications to be my enemy." Ange's calm answer was filled with infinite domineering.
"Thor is legendary..." The widowed sister was surprised.
Not to mention, Superman is a pervert who can survive a nuclear bomb and be resurrected on the spot.
"You have a living legend in front of you now." Ange deliberately misled the widowed sister.
"How should I call you? Your Majesty? Your Excellency? The Supreme God?" The widowed sister was a little annoyed.
"I will only respond to you when you call me [Kratos]." Ange smiled evilly and caressed the widow's charming face.
"It seems you are not a good guy either."
"Yes, I am very bad."
When Ange smiled, the widowed sister became afraid: "Wait a minute..."
After another hour of fussing, Ange let the widow go.
"Natasha, the next situation is a bit dangerous for you. I gave you a small gift. You can consider it as my blessing."
bless?
A blessing from the gods?
The widowed sister was surprised to see a ray of golden light fly out from Kratos' index finger and sink into her chest.
She didn't know what it was, but she clearly felt a surge of power pouring into her body. The feeling of being completely transformed made her scream in comfort.
It felt so amazing.
She felt light and airy, and her whole soul seemed to be rippling. For a moment, she almost suspected that she had entered the legendary Captain America's enhanced experiment.
Just, more relaxed!
I don't know how long it took, but when she came back to her senses, Kratos was already gone.
When she looked at the time, the widowed sister was shocked and hurried back to SHIELD like her butt was on fire. When she rushed onto the Quinjet fighter to prepare for the mission, nervously crushing the metal buckle of the seat belt with one hand, Captain America next to her