A Certain Marvel Super Player

Two hundred and eleven, is this called fingertip marriage?

Natasha looked up.

Erin, who was sitting opposite, had a frown and confusion on her face.

quite a while.

Natasha handed over the information in her hand: "According to the blood test and quick physical analysis we just conducted on you on the way back, you are very clean, very clean!"

Eileen took the handed information, looked at the astronomical symbols on it, and raised her head: "What does this mean?"

Helen, who was sitting next to her, took the information from Irene.

Before she met George, or before she gave birth to Gwen, Helen had been working at New Amsterdam Hospital. Most of the wives or girlfriends of the New York Police Department police officers were nurses or doctors at this hospital. of.

This also illustrates one thing from the side, the high risk rate of New York Police Department officers.

Natasha looked at Irene, who looked confused, but did not look like she was cheating: "It means that you have never touched over-the-counter narcotics, and there is no trace of it anywhere on your body. However, because it is a rapid test, There is a certain error.”

I don't know why, Erin breathed a sigh of relief.

"But..." Natasha showed a smile: "But in the past five years, it is still very accurate, unless you smoked it five years ago, there may be no difference, but within these five years, You are 100 percent clean, and our technology has never failed to do so."

no way.

Who made the boss of S.H.I.E.L.D. the top five overlords?

It just so happens that one of the five overlords has a firm attitude towards drug addiction.

Who asked the overlord to only contribute funds and not let SHIELD participate in the affairs there? However, in order to reflect his status as the financial owner, he required that all agents under SHIELD should not be addicted to drugs. Regarding this point , is very tough, and the other overlords agreed in order to make the name SHIELD worthy of its name.

so……

SHIELD's technology may not be mature enough to detect other things, but it is 100% accurate in detecting drug addiction.

"What?"

"Within five years?"

"clean?"

When Eileen and Hank heard this, they were immediately surprised. Then, Eileen couldn't help but look at Helen.

After reading the report in the document, Helen was confused, but she still nodded: "They are right. At least, judging from this document, you are very clean, Irene."

Erin opened her mouth in surprise: "How is this possible?"

If she hadn't been addicted to drugs, would she have been so uncomfortable, wanted to die so much, or even thought about staying up in the middle of the night, running to the reservoir to swim, and numbing herself with cold water?

etc.

The next second.

Erin's whole body felt as if her brain had been electrocuted.

He thought about the vampire who stopped her, blocked her directly, then pinched her mouth open, and poured into the bottle of purple liquid that melted in her mouth.

so……

He didn't intend to harm me, but to save me?

But, why are you so tough? You can say, I promise to drink it myself, I don’t even know what it tastes like.

Erin tried hard to recall the feeling of the bottle of purple liquid.

result……

Recalling a loneliness.

Black Widow and Mockingbird looked at Erin's expression, looked at each other, and then looked at Erin: "Ms. Lindsay, have you thought about why?"

Erin came back to her senses, looked at Black Widow and Mockingbird, frowned, and then told the vampire who stopped her car, got into the car, met her, and poured potion directly into her.

Locke, the clone over there, saw this and temporarily turned his main gaze away from the clone.

Deep in the mountains.

Lao Lin.

Birds chirp.

Under the moonlight, a handsome and feminine handsome man in a suit looked at a girl with a punk style and smoky makeup who looked sixteen or seventeen years old, but her official age was unknown because she was a vampire, and they were speechless.

An emotion is quietly arising...

Locke interrupted directly and said: "Your name."

Mavis raised her head and looked at Locke with a curious look on her face: "Mavis, my name."

Mavis?

Locke flipped through his memory palace, checked a gap, and asked curiously: "How old are you?"

"114 years old, in four years, I will be an adult."

"..."

one hundred……

wrong.

When the vampire came of age, Locke found a book that he had read when he was five years old. It was considered his initial equipment. It was recorded in it that in the history of vampires, only one hundred and eighteen years old is eligible. adult.

If she reaches adulthood at the age of twenty-one, that means that Mavis looks the same as she appears this year, which happens to be seventeen years old.

Locke nodded, and then, thinking and looking at the way Mavis looked at him, the look of expectation and lack of disappointment, he was a little confused: "Do we... know each other?"

Mavis nodded first, then shook her head.

Locke was dumbfounded.

Mavis's eyes lit up as she seemed to have thought of something. She lowered her head and took out a small purse. Then, she rummaged a few times. Then, a diary that obviously couldn't fit in, and even a diary that seemed to have some thoughts, came out of the small purse. It was taken out.

Locke's eyebrows skipped a beat.

Storage space?

wrong.

Some kind of space magic storage technique. This is the Federation, not the East. There is only magic, not fantasy.

After Mavis found the diary, she quickly flipped through it until she reached page 170. Then she turned the diary and faced Locke.

Locke looked intently.

The diary is written in Old English.

fine.

This is not a problem for Locke. After all, Locke also had some skills in ancient English in the last college alliance knowledge competition.

"Dear Mavis, hello. I'm very happy. You're one year older. There are only four years left until you reach adulthood."

"It's a pity that mom can't be with you."

"But mother has prepared a gift for you, my dear daughter."

"As for love, I know you must be imagining what your future husband will be like at this time."

"Mom has also fantasized about it."

"so……"

"Mom used our witch's ability to do some divination, and I saw it, my dear daughter."

"He's right there."

"I have set up magic on this diary left for you, because I know that your father will definitely peek and stop you, so when you can see this line, let you go When you were five years old, I left you a paper pigeon. Follow her and she will lead you to see the right person in your future."

"He will protect you, just like your father once protected me, willing to be the enemy of the entire world."

"My dear daughter, I hope you like this gift of mine."

"However, he may not believe it. You can show him this diary. If he is the person I saw, then he can turn to the next page."

"Happy seventeen, my dear daughter."

"Love you mom."

"..."

Witch.

vampire.

Locke seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Mavis, who looked excited in front of her, as if expecting him to do something: "Your father is not called Count Dracula, right?"

Mavis's eyes lit up and she nodded: "Mom is indeed right, you are my husband."

Locke opened his mouth.

What the hell?

That's nonsense.

It's been a century, and no one still believes in prophecies.

not to mention……

He was an intruder.

Destiny is mine, his fate is only in his hands, no one can predict his future, not even the system can influence whether Locke accepts the mission, let alone this so-called prophecy?

The success of prophecy is based on the established destiny.

And like Locke?

Even if he is in destiny, it is the kind of destiny that keeps jumping sideways, swinging left and right, making people unpredictable.

Locke was thinking in his mind, and looked at Mavis, who looked expectantly: "Sorry, I think you may have made a mistake, little... girl, I have a girlfriend, and we have a very good relationship."

Her name is Gwen Stacy.

Mavis did not speak, but took out a small paper pigeon from her arms. Then, the small paper pigeon landed on the diary and seemed to come to life. Then it flapped its wings and began to fly.

Locke looked at the carrier pigeon that took off. The carrier pigeon flew into the air, circled twice, and then began to slowly land on top of his head.

Then, it continued to circle.

Locke was speechless.

Mavis looked at this scene, with some baby fat, and a hint of blush on her cute face, looking at Locke: "Mom will not lie to me, no."

Trust me, it will.

Locke thought so in his mind, but considering the contents of the diary just now, it is obvious that Count Dracula's witch wife probably died not long after Mavis was born.

never mind.

The soft-hearted Locke shook his head and handed his right hand to Mavis: "Your mother said that if I am the right person, I can open the next page, right?"

Mavis lowered her head and put her right hand on the next page. She tried hard to turn it over, but it didn't move. Then, she looked up at Locke, as if she wanted to prove that it couldn't be turned over.

Locke smiled and took the diary, which was as thick as an ancient alchemist's. Looking at Mavis, who looked expectantly and seemed sure that he could flip through it, she placed her right hand on the next page.

Then……

Mavis's eyes lit up.

Locke was also stunned.

but.

A thud.

The next page seemed to be opened, and then, with a bang, it was closed again.

Mavis was slightly startled and looked at Locke.

Locke also looked down at the book in his hand, once again stunned.

He dared to swear that he really didn't deliberately flip through the pages and couldn't open them.

Locke comes again.

With the same power, the power of turning a book normally, the next page was pulled up, and then, with a thud, as if some error had been detected, it was closed again.

what's the situation?

Locke felt that he could open it, even if he used violence.

but……

In that case, it should be called cheating.

However, what does it mean to open it halfway and then close it?

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