Marvel’s Big Villain

Beverly Hills.

A ball is being held in the splendid manor, and luxury cars are parked outside the door. The attendees are all well-known figures from all walks of life in politics, business, military and art.

In the spacious hall of European style, a huge crystal chandelier hangs on the roof.

The men wore high-end and straight suits, the women wore bright and expensive dresses, and there were maids and waiters holding trays in the crowd.

With the sound of classical music, the men and women in costumes danced together.

The singing is light and elegant, and the dancing is hot and polite. It is a top-level social scene of singing and dancing.

When the song ended, there were bursts of applause in the hall.

Belmod, wearing a black off-shoulder evening dress, with a glass of Scotch whisky in hand, hid in a remote corner and admired herself.

Even though she had no intention of participating in it, her alluring face still attracted the fiery gazes of countless men.

Her gregarious personality is well known in the circle, and those who are familiar with her will not take the initiative to look at her face.

At this moment, a young major in a new military uniform walked towards her.

He bent down and put on an inviting gesture: "Beautiful lady, I have this honor, can you please do a dance?"

Belmod showed a smile and instantly captured the Major General's heart.

She shook her head and said, "I'm very sorry! I've been feeling a little uncomfortable these two days."

Women, there are always so many days in a month when you feel uncomfortable.

Mr. Major is a handsome gentleman. After being rejected, he no longer insists on it, but takes a glass of champagne from the waiter.

"Then can I treat you to a glass of wine?"

Belmod nodded: "cheers"

Clang!

The wine glasses meet in the air, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Belmod raised his head, revealing a swan-like white neck, and took a sip of his whisky.

In a word, a glass of wine, let Mr. Major leave satisfied.

The men who had been watching her all the time, saw this scene in their eyes, and whispered to each other.

"Christine is not too young, she's twenty-eight years old, why haven't I heard that he has been in a relationship with anyone?"

"There is a gossip that she was severely hurt by a man when she was young, so since then, she has become distrustful and even disgusted with men."

"Really or not? Is this news reliable?"

"It's hearsay, but I think it's very credible."

"What a good man to capture her heart? Even Tony Stark, chairman of the board of directors of Stark Industries Group, was rejected by her."

"According to me, it's better for Kristen to be single for the rest of her life. We can't get her, and neither can anyone else. Thinking of this, I feel more balanced."

"Hey! The major had been drinking with her just now. Do you think I should try it?"

"You can pull it down. That major is young and handsome, so let Christine look at it differently. You said that your head is almost bald, so people can see you."

"Nonsense! My hair is just a little looser. I don't look like you. I'm as fat as my fat cat."

Just when these boring men were teasing each other, but hesitantly dared to approach each other.

A pale man with sunken eyes walked towards Belmod.

"Dear lady, may I have the honor to have a drink with you?"

Belmod turned to look at him, a pair of slender eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.

With a thin body, frivolous steps, and shriveled palms like chicken feet, at first glance, he is seriously ill and has little time.

Can such a person also sneak into a banquet?

Although Belmod thought so, he nodded with a smile and raised his glass.

Just when she raised her neck and was about to drink, a fierce light appeared in the man's eyes.

He clenched the glass tightly and splashed the liquid in Belmod's face.

Belmod was keenly aware of the crisis and leaned back at a large angle, with his upper body almost parallel to the ground.

The unknown liquid in the wine glass flew in front of her, splashed onto the ground a few meters away, and splashed onto the calves and feet of a group of noble ladies.

"what!!!"

A piercing scream rang out.

Black eschar quickly appeared on the ladies' legs and feet, followed by bone-eating burning pain.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened there?"

The guests cast their eyes here.

Belmod stood up straight and looked at the man in front of him with a calm expression like water, but there was a strong murderous intent in his light blue eyes.

When the man saw that the concentrated sulfuric acid was not splashed, he felt bad.

He grabbed the wine glass and smashed it at Belmod, but she was flashed by her sideways, not even moving.

The man lifted his suit and took a pocket dagger from his belt buckle.

"Go to hell! Bitch!"

With a roar, he pounced on Belmod.

At this time, the guests in the hall also reacted, and there was actually a killer in the banquet hall.

They didn't choose to go forward to subdue the killer to rescue Belmod, and they fled in panic, not even caring about their companions who were just chatting and laughing.

The man has reached the point where the fuel is exhausted. For Belmod, this level of culling is as simple as subduing an unarmed child.

She found the right moment and flashed a stab sideways.

Then he grabbed the man's right arm with one hand and moved forward.

The man was pushed to a stagger and fell on the marble floor covered with concentrated sulfuric acid.

The moment his hands touched the ground, eschar appeared on his palms.

He hurriedly rolled aside, looking at his dark palms and howling.

At this time, he also understood that his mission had failed.

But at least he can bite the poison in his mouth and commit suicide, so as not to implicate the master behind him.

The man's lips moved up and down quickly, and Belmod saw through his thoughts instantly.

She hurried forward and kicked him on the chin.

The black high heels were in close contact with the chin~www.novelmt.com~ There was a sound of bone shattering.

The man rolled his eyes and was knocked unconscious by the kick.

The killer was dealt with.

Belmod turned his head and saw that all the men and women in the hall had already run out of the door. The more daring ones were more than ten meters away from the scene, and the newly promoted major was among them.

"Humph!"

Belmod snorted sarcastically and walked out of the villa hall arrogantly.

When I came outside, I saw the assistant running over anxiously.

"Christine! Are you alright!"

"certainly!"

Seeing that she was safe and sound, the assistant immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she took out the handbag that kept ringing and said, "The mobile phone in your bag keeps ringing. According to your instructions, I came to you as soon as possible, and didn't open the bag without authorization."

"Well! You did a good job."

Belmod took the handbag and walked alone into the garden outside the villa.

He took out his phone, and the caller ID was still a string of asterisks.

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