Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

After a busy day, Kausi returned to the hotel exhausted. After washing, he was about to lie down on the bed when he felt a hot body wrapping around him.

"You damn guy, how can I see anyone in the future!"

You know who it is without asking. After unlocking the memory lock and recalling her shameful scene, Stephanie thought for a long time under the quilt, and finally found a way to deal with it - since she can't erase other people's memories, she should kill the initiator first.

"Uh..." Kausu tried to suggest, "Why don't you take a nap, maybe you'll be fine tomorrow!"

"You have a beautiful idea!" The plump body in his arms kept twisting and turning, and said angrily, "It's all your fault, I'm going to bite you to death!"

What else can be done? Kaous had no choice but to close his eyes and let the biting bite him.

But both of them ignored a small problem-Elsa had been living with Kausu recently. So when Elsa dragged her tired body into the room, things became even more chaotic.

As the saying goes, one monk carries water to drink, and two monks carry water to drink. Learning to share and share responsibilities is the best way to double your happiness. All in all, it was a great feeling when Kaus got up the next day.

The hotel lobby was very quiet. The big orange cat was lying there taking a nap. Carrie was lying on the sofa covered with a blanket and watching TV. Belial was leaning next to him, looking lazy.

"Good morning, Carrie! Good morning, Belial!"

"Frank went to the factory, Erica and Stephanie went to give lessons to the little Indians, and Elsa went to find Claire Vaillant. They have become very close recently. Because Claire personally admitted that Elsa was the one she had met. The best seedling, I plan to teach her some real skills..." Carrie reported everyone's whereabouts to Kausi in one breath, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Claire Vaillant? That CEO of Mulgore Industries?

Due to her outstanding performance, the company was renamed Mogolei Industries last year and successfully exceeded 100 billion in output value, which turned her contract amount into 110 million US dollars. She was hailed by Wall Street as the most potential and most low-key super CEO.

"Claire wants to train Elsa? Let her be the CEO?"

"Well..." Carrie thought for a while, "In fact, Claire was Natasha's senior many years ago, so when she got tired of fighting and killing, she left the KGB, and then worked in the KGB with a different identity. Traveling around the world. And now she hates even leaving the house."

Natasha's senior? KGB?

Kausi was in a daze, feeling that these terms seemed to have a very long history.

But it also reminded him of a long-gone title - the "original generation" of Black Widow.

In fact, both the famous Natasha Romanov and Yelena Belova can only rank second or third in the title of "Black Widow". The truly strongest Black Widow in history is still the mysterious " First Generation". Compared with Natasha, whose body functions are completely ordinary, the "first generation" has an extremely special "psychic medium" physique, which ultimately made her a soul weapon.

By the way, DC next door also has an anti-hero with the same physique-John Constantine! Not only did he use his superb IQ and black magic to control giants such as the "First Fallen", Mephisto, and Gabriel, but he was also a very capable figure. He once withstood Darkseid's full strength. hit. ("Justice League: War")

Different from the scenery and sadness of Constantine, Claire Vaillant, who also suffered from the painful "original sin", did not participate in major events after acquiring supernatural powers. Instead, she chose to leave the center of the storm and live alone in the world. Wandering. After a long time, when almost everyone had forgotten the title of "First Generation", she returned to New York and integrated into this society as an ordinary person.

"A person will die three times in his life. The first time is when he expires, biological death; the second time is when he is buried. People come to his funeral to remember his life and die socially; the third time is when he is buried. It was the last person who remembered him who forgot about him." Kausi said somewhat self-deprecatingly, "And luckily, there is Dam playing Dugan, and Natasha still remembers Claire Vaillant. Even luckier, She works for me now."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm thinking about her too! That's a really charming blonde..."

A voice fell from the sky and landed with a loud bang outside the door. Kausu's hair stood on end, "Tony Stark, pay me the doorstep!"

"Stingy, tomorrow I will dig out the ground at your door and replace it with stainless steel!" With a creaking sound, Iron Man, smelling of gunpowder smoke, appeared at the door with a proud and stinky face. He quickly sat down on the high chair, shouting and clamoring for the best wine.

"Look, I just finished the battle with the Ten Rings Gang and came to you without even returning to Stark Tower. Aren't you touched by this?"

What else can be said? A bottle of morning dew wine is naturally indispensable.

Stark drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and sighed sincerely: "You didn't go with me this time. I learned a lot, and I understand why you often ask me to strengthen my studies... Even wearing nano armor, I I also missed death at least three times!"

"It's been a long time!" Kausi poured wine for Stark, "You look much more pleasing to the eye now than before! How is the battle going?"

"The Ten Commandments Gang has been wiped out. There is no such organization anymore!"

Stark shrugged, "The only regret is that we collected a large number of copies of the Ten Rings, but did not find the most critical set - Mandarin seems to have disappeared, and we did not inquire at any Ten Rings gang base. to his whereabouts."

"It doesn't matter, that's enough!" Kausi smiled, he knew the whereabouts of Mandarin. But there was no need for him to disturb the scenery at this time, "Where's Bruce?"

"They will take the earliest flight back and probably have to wait until tomorrow."

Stark replied and couldn't wait to ask, "I heard that your progress is going very smoothly. Tell me, what stage are you at now?"

Kausu pulled out a box of insect meat delicacies from under the counter, heated it slightly with soul fire, a bottle of wine, and a dish. The two of them began to tell each other about their various experiences and encounters during this experience. Weird and interesting things. Even later, even Kaus felt a little drunk.

"Beliar, the twin gods of Holy Seraph and Fallen Angel, Seraph works for me now, and Fallen Angel is responsible for being the villain of the Bloodhoof Sect. At the same time, she is also the hidden boss of the Fallen Sect!"

"No wonder I often hear that some old acquaintances have joined some secret organization during this period." Tony Stark looked at the demure blonde on the sofa and couldn't help but laugh, "That's... a A very powerful sect, and the Indians have to face a behemoth!”

"If you can't withstand this setback, you can only hide in the sewers and lurk for another thousand years!" Kausi cold-bloodedly sentenced the group of Indian little guys, "Of course, the cause of everything is just It was a whim, but from the looks of it, Erica and Stephanie—including Malik Sr.—were playing this game very seriously."

"Uh-huh!" The tipsy Stark stood up, "I have to go back and see Pepper. Let's have a meeting tomorrow night. Let Steve come too!"

Kausi looked at him with a smile. After months of fighting side by side, the relationship between Iron Man and Captain America had finally been sublimated. Such words were simply unimaginable from the previous Iron Man.

"Help me clear up the relationship. I'm going to go to the prison in Los Angeles now."