Marvel's Random Summoner

“Brother-in-law? Let’s just sell this thing to them, is it really okay? Pietro looked at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who had begun loading the car, and asked Mr. Leng with a worried expression.

For the sale of the destroyer, in fact, Pietro is still a little puzzled, after all, whether the thing is a fairy palace product or its combat effectiveness, it should not be something that ordinary people take to disassemble.

However, Old Master Leng did not hesitate to sell it to S.H.I.E.L.D., which made Pietro a little difficult for them to understand.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. has not shown too much power all along, Pietro is very clear that it is only because of the pressure of Old Master Leng that he and others have not “contacted” the too powerful power of S.H.I.E.L.D.

After all, seriously, S.H.I.E.L.D. is the largest special institution on Earth, and no one is sure how many hole cards they have in their hands.

“That thing is useless if we keep it, Odin won’t tell me how to use that thing, I hold it, at most it is a concept with this thing in my hand, I can only pick it up and smash people to play, besides… Don’t you think that when they take that thing and Loki remembers it another day, we will still be able to get paid?! Old Master Leng raised the Mjolnir in his hand and said to Pietro with an indifferent face.

Although the destroyer is powerful, for Old Master Leng, that thing is at best a “strong” strike weapon, not to mention, under the premise of not being completely scrapped, Old Master Leng does not know whether Loki can use the Destroyer again to come out of the gao, rather than leave it in his hands and throw it in the backyard to rust, it is better to throw that thing out directly.

What’s more, he can still get the shield of Team America from S.H.I.E.L.D., such a collectible collection, Mr. Leng is just that rag that is not messy, so why not.

“Hey~~ respect points. My name is Myrnir. It seemed that he was a little unhappy by the title of Old Master Leng this thing and that thing, and the Thunder God Hammer in Old Master Leng’s hand immediately opened his mouth and complained.

“Gotta ~~~ Meow Hammer… If you still want me to resurrect your stupid master, I think you’d better be quiet… Old Master Leng glanced down at the hammer in his hand and said as if threateningly.

“Hmph~~ Resurrection he has a wool relationship with me? Anyway, the job of labor and management is to smash opponents for Thor, as for who is Thor? I don’t even care! ~” Myrnir showed a rather disdainful expression on his funny face, and said with great determination.

Just when Old Master Leng and his family were gossiping, over there, the people of S.H.I.E.L.D. had already loaded the destroyer.

Coulson came to Mr. Leng, looked at Mr. Leng with a slightly complicated expression, was silent for a moment, and slowly spoke, “Our people will deliver the things you want to your home before tonight~~”

“It’s okay. I’m not in a hurry. Old Master Leng looked at Coulson’s complicated expression, smiled slightly, waved his hand, and replied very politely.

Coulson seemed to realize something when he heard this, pulled out a rather exaggerated smile, and asked Old Master Leng, “Then…” ”

“Don’t think about it, that thing is my reward, but if you want to get up close, I can watch our friendship and let you play.” Old Master Leng looked at Coulson’s expression, directly raised his hand, interrupted Coulson’s words, and directly cut off someone’s thoughts.

“Well… Well, thank you for your kindness… When Coulson heard Mr. Leng say this, he also knew that he had no hope of taking the American team shield home to play for two days, and muttered with a sad expression.

When everything seemed to have been completely over, Old Master Leng led a group of juniors back to his territory.

“In other words, do you elves sell?” When the group came to Old Master Leng’s backyard through a goblin’s portal, Tony Stark pointed to the goblin who maintained the portal on the side, and asked Old Master Leng expectantly.

After hearing Tony’s words, Old Master Leng frowned, narrowed his eyes, and did not stubble.

After a while, Old Master Leng glanced at the three jumpers who were playing a game of losing bones with Safilong not far away, and Old Master Leng grinned, shouting at the three jumps, “Catch the dog!!!! ”

The next moment, in the eyes of the crowd who didn’t care at all, the heavily armed Tony Stark was like a shooting star, flying directly towards the three jumpers.

“The iron shell is hard… The hands are a little sore… Old Master Leng squeezed his hand, looked at Tony Stark, who was thrown around like a rag doll by the three jumpers, and muttered very calmly.

“Okay, guys, what to do… I should have tried to bring that hammer god back to life. Then, Old Master Leng turned around, looked at the people who were still watching Tony Stark’s miserable situation, clapped his hands and ordered.

However, it is clear that the gang of idle people seem to be very interested in Tony’s final ending, and have no intention of leaving.

Old Master Leng glanced at the gang, sighed, and did not continue to say anything, holding Sol’s soul and leading the 2B girl towards the house.

After returning to his room, Mr. Leng saw that Wanda was still looking at the book intently, smacked his lips, and re-found a room where no one was to work.

Wanda can also be regarded as a critical moment at this time, after all, her strength is indeed a little difficult to control, and Old Master Leng does not want to disturb this girl.

“How do you think this thing should be resurrected?” After coming to a room where no one usually lives, Old Master Leng put Sol’s soul in his hand on the ground, pinched his chin, and asked the 2B girl next to him a little confused.

“Cypriot coins… Dorsey… Girl 2B’s answer was very succinct.

“Very good idea…” Old Master Leng rolled his eyes with a strange expression, and then took out five resurrection coins from his wallet and stuffed them into Thor’s soul.

In an instant, the trench was full of light, and an aura called the wind of local tyrants instantly filled the room, and Old Master Leng looked at this scene, nodded with satisfaction, and waited for Sol’s resurrection.

But… After a long time, Thor’s soul still didn’t change at all, which made Old Master Leng a little strange.

“Seriously, this resurrection prop of yours shouldn’t be triggered instantly, right?” When Old Master Leng was extremely puzzled, the Thunder God Hammer in Old Master Leng suddenly opened his mouth and asked Old Master Leng.

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