100% Psionic Power In Marvel

Grasping both sides of the shield with both hands, Angel turned the shield to the back with a little force, then stretched his arm horizontally into the groove, and locked the alloy buckle to fix the shield on his right arm.

He had already anticipated the weight of the shield, and immediately went all out to lift the tower shield up with all his strength, and Hiroshi's biceps condensed into pieces under his fierce exertion.

"Sure enough..."

Angel staggered, unable to make good use of the shield with only one arm, so he assisted with his left hand, barely steadying himself.

Ivan nodded secretly. Angel is worthy of his natural supernatural power. The thickness and quality of this shield are first-class. He can barely use it, which is already very good.

"How about it?"

"It's really good..." Angel unfastened the alloy buckle and relaxed.

The shield fell to the ground with a bang, and he took two steps back and exhaled.

"It would be nice if it was easier."

"Well, enough for Jessica."

When the two went back to the room, Karen was sitting on the sofa bent over, holding a pen, as if keeping an account book.

But his eyes were fixed on the LCD TV not far in front of him.

The house has two floors, Karen and Angel live on the bottom, and Ivan lives on the top.

"What are you looking at?" Angel asked Karen carelessly.

The 21-year-old Karen now looks like a 30-year-old unshaven, from the short red hair at the beginning to the yellow shawl hair now.

Yellow hair is his original hair color.

"I'm watching the news. There are so many dangerous things recently. I really advise you not to go shopping in the streets when you have nothing to do!" Karen said.

"Oh..."

"Next time..." Karen said, "Try to contact someone who can pick up the goods."

"What did you see that scared you like this?" Angel sat down on Karen's left, his arms naturally wrapped around Karen's neck, looking like a good brother.

Karen felt his neck was tired, like being pressed by a mountain.

Ivan looked at the TV screen, and he saw the news broadcasting the terrorist attack in New York yesterday.

"Do you know?" Karen raised Angel's thick arm on his shoulders and straightened his waist vigorously, "Terrorist attacks have occurred on several streets in the center of New York City in the past two days. guns, and some of them can jump very high, and even kick open locked iron doors, they are obviously no ordinary people like you!"

Ivan nodded: "I will be careful."

"Why does this happen all the time? Ever since the monster destroyed Fifth Avenue a few days ago... the law and order here wasn't that bad before." Angel murmured.

Ivan thought for a while and said, "Then you have to be careful, prepare body armor, and wear it when you go out on the street."

"By the way, today is my birthday, let's prepare something delicious tonight, and then..."

While talking, Ivan's phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Mr. Jones?" A female voice asked unhurriedly.

"Yes."

"I like a painting you exhibited in the art gallery, do you want to talk about it?" a female voice.

"Which one?" Ivan asked.

"It's the painting "Dormammu the Destroyed""

"I've been painting that picture for a long time, and I spent a lot of energy on coloring it. I expect it to sell for $10,000." Ivan said seriously.

"Sir, I haven't decided whether to buy it yet, I just want to talk to you." The person on the phone said.

"Ah... Sorry, I don't have that much time, if you don't mean to..." Ivan said lightly.

"I mean it."

"Then see you at the museum."

"no problem."

...

After hanging up the phone, Ivan said a few words to the two of them, then put on formal clothes and went out.

"Ivan! Don't forget to plant the orchard when you leave!" Karen shouted.

"I will never forget this." Ivan waved his hand without looking back.

"Can you bring me a birthday cake when you get back? Big ones!" Angel shouted.

"no problem."

...

After Ivan left, Karen continued to keep accounts. Angel got up and decided to take a bath first, and then pick the fruit trees in the orchard that must have been full of fruit.

After taking a shower and coming to the orchard, Angel glanced at the blue shield placed on the ground, and then set his sights on the fruit trees.

"here we go."

The orchard is located in a sparsely populated area on the edge of the city, and the land is fertile.

Therefore, in addition to Ivan's orchard, an old couple also has a piece of land here, and they grow vegetables.

Angel filled a cart with fruits, and then pushed the cart out of the garden to load the carts with fruits.

Batch after batch, so repeatedly...

...

Odin Art Gallery.

Ivan sat on a chair, and opposite him sat a strangely dressed woman.

The woman was dressed in brown cloth, wearing a brown-gray hood, and was watching Ivan calmly.

"This painting is called Dormammu of Destruction." The woman spoke.

"Yes." Ivan replied.

The woman nodded, her gaze kept on Ivan's face.

"Excuse me, why did you choose such a name?"

"Anything you want." Ivan smiled.

The woman lowered her eyes and looked at the painting on the table again. The painting has been taken out of the frame, and the entire front of the painting can be read completely.

What was painted on the painting was a soul-shaped monster exuding black flames all over its body, with two twinkling purple eyes inlaid on the soul body.

The background is the universe. This huge soul-like monster stands in the universe, stretching out its big weird hand, holding the...

is the earth.

Such an oil painting came to life under the embellishment of Ivan.

It's beautiful and aggressive.

"How did sir know about Dormammu?" the woman asked in a soft tone.

After hearing this, Ivan smiled and asked, "Why, does it really exist?"

The woman was silent for more than ten seconds, and then said seriously: "Yes, it exists."

"Ha~ha~ha~" Ivan laughed loudly, "So you really didn't come to buy my paintings, I was just selling some sketches for a little money, as for how I know."

Ivan suddenly stopped laughing, paused, and stared at the painting on the table lightly: "Who doesn't have a little secret yet."

The woman froze for a moment, at this moment she suddenly felt that the young man sitting opposite her was like a giant sitting in a stormy sea, with immeasurable power.

Ivan's words flashed in her mind instantly like ocean waves.

secret?

Yes, the woman thought, she also had a secret, and it was a secret.

"Okay, if you don't want to buy it, I'll go and say hello to the curator and ask him to reframe the painting and put it back."

Ivan left.

The woman gently took off her hood, revealing her bald head. She watched Ivan's back gradually go away, and her heart gradually returned to peace.

...

After buying a cream cake and some desserts at the dessert shop, Ivan returned to the orchard and called Jessica.

"Jessica, come to me at night~ I have prepared a surprise for you!"

"Huh? What is it?"

"Haha, you'll know when you come. By the way, Angel is celebrating his birthday today. Let's eat a piece of cake with him."

"Okay! I'll be there later, Van!"

"Well, it's not too late."

Ivan felt that Jessica would definitely like that shield, the Shield of Hope.

Especially at night, when it is waved, it emits fluorescent blue light, which is faint but beautiful!

"So is this shield really cool to Jessica?" Ivan thought, "It should be cool!"