Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Seth Bellor sat in his car, playing with a cigarette in his hand, his fingers nimble and strong, yet gentle enough. Can spin that cigarette between my fingers without wrinkling it. Instead of starting the car, he sat patiently in the driver's seat and waited for the **** hole in his forehead to disappear.

Something like tentacles was writhing in the hole on his forehead, looking very disgusting. Seth adjusted his rear-view mirror. He looked at the hole and clicked his tongue unhappily, "Damn it, this thing isn't as powerful as they say it is."

He carefully observed the twisting of the tentacles, unaware of the passage of time. After a while, his phone vibrated in his suit. Seth took out his phone and glanced at it. There was no caller ID, just a strange garbled number.

He was connected, and his own voice came from inside: "They set off."

"Well, where are you?"

"It's already over Rhode's house."

"Wow, the captain's speed is really fast. It seems that he is determined to play with us." Seth smiled again, his tone was frivolous: "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Kill him and Hawkeye now."

"Don't be so irritable, do you have any other suggestions?"

"I am you, and you are me. Don't you think so in your own heart?"

"That's not necessarily true. I mean, although we are indeed the same person, dividing a soul into a hundred parts should be somewhat different, don't you think?"

Another he said coldly: "Fuck you, idiot. Where are there 100 now? We only have 40 left just to kill those stinky watchmen in heaven!"

"Why are you so unqualified?"

"I'm **** you! You idiot!"

Seth hung up the phone speechlessly. He had just been scolded by himself inexplicably. He then dialed another number.

"Hello! Mr. President! Are you still used to living in the White House?"

Another of his voices came from the phone: "Don't call me that, it sounds very disgusting. Listen, I've been staring at that **** big red button on my desk for over ten minutes. If I don't send someone for a shift change, I might I won't be able to resist the urge to press it after three hours. Then we'll all be killed by that **** together."

Seth took the phone away, and he looked disgusted: "Okay, okay. Please hold on a little longer, the shift changer will be here soon."

He hung up and the co-pilot came in another Seth Bellor. The same hairstyle, the same clothes, the same face, and even the same smile. This Seth Bellor smiled and said, "You really disgust me."

"Each each other."

"Do you know why?"

"Because we are too similar."

"you're so smart."

"It's too shameless to praise yourself like this."

"what."

Seth, who had a hole in his head, said, "So, is he still there?"

"Yes, but according to our calculations, it can hold him for about half an hour at most. This is still based on the fact that he has honestly repaired heaven, rather than doing something else."

"Tsk, he's always been cranky, hasn't he?"

"Stop talking one-liners, and think of something quickly."

Facing his own urging, Seth with a hole in his head shrugged indifferently: "Be graceful in the face of pressure, Seth No. 2, you see, I'm No. 1 and you are No. 2 for no reason, or Because you can't hold your breath, you know?"

The smile on Seth Two's face disappeared, and he said with a blank face: "Either you have a solution now, or I will directly order the killing of Steve Rogers and Clint Barton. Then let the White House That idiot presses the button, and the whole world will play with us. If you die, you have to be disgusting that bastard."

"You really need to see a psychiatrist, Seth No. 2. Then again, don't you really think something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"Just like... why do we hate him so much? What kind of hatred can make us not hesitate to split ourselves into a hundred parts and spend so long infiltrating his world?"

Seth, who had a hole in his head, turned his head, he looked at Seth II and said this, and Seth II's expression struggled for a moment, then returned to calm: "Because he destroyed our planet."

"Yes, Seth Two. But the problem is..." Seth, who had a hole in his head, took a pistol out of his pocket and fired a shot at Seth Two's head: "...we are again Not a **** Skrull."

Blood splattered, and the co-pilot and front windshield were covered in blood. Seth imitated the cowboy, blew the muzzle, and turned the gun with the safety closed. With a happy smile on his face, he started the car and hit the road.

After they had been driving on the road for ten minutes, Seth Two woke up leisurely, he touched the hole in his head, felt the agitation of those tentacles, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face: "You are right, Seth One. We're not **** Skrulls."

"Look, Seth No. 2, people with a hole in their head speak differently!" Seth No. 1 smiled frivolously, he pointed to the hole in his head that was about to heal, and the smile on his face became more and more The crazier, the two of them laughed wildly in the car together~www.novelmt.com~ They were racing on the road, increasing the speed to the highest, the engine roaring wildly, this technological monster roared and roared together. . Created one car accident after another - and that's exactly what they wanted.

Chaos is so wonderful.

Seth One smiled and said, "How do you feel? Seth Two? How does it feel to break free from that false mission?"

"It feels great!"

"Ha! I knew you would say that!"

"Of course, you are me after all!"

"And then? Seth One? What are we going to do?"

"We're not doing anything, Seth Two."

Seth No. 1 grabbed the steering wheel, his madness subsided, as if it wasn't him who drove over an innocent pedestrian just now: "We just need to watch it happen, Seth No. 2."

"You're so **** right, Seth One."

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He Shenyan is doing a very crazy thing.

He withdrew his magic power and watched the heaven disintegrate with a blank face, and was gradually burned away in those flames that could not be extinguished. It seemed that he really didn't care about the impact on the world - strange.

His thinking is very simple, since it is difficult to repair heaven, then it will not be repaired.

When it's gone, use my magic to rebuild a pillar and put it here.

He watched indifferently, watching those magnificent white buildings collapse and burnt down by flames, watching the beautiful bodies of the angels being burned to charred corpses and eventually turned into ashes. A happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I've wanted to do this for a long time..."