People in Marvel: You call this a mage?

Chapter 153 Satan has me tattooed on his body

Across the street.

That familiar figure was sitting in the living room, staring at Ronan's every move on the monitor.

Ronan has been acting very normal since he walked in the door.

I did my homework for a while, played with my phone for a while, and then picked up a courier, and did nothing else.

Of course, Ronan also changed clothes once during this period.

That figure, that posture, and that indescribable mosaic.

Looking at him, he looked a little embarrassed.

I am not as good as a sixteen or seventeen year old child!

He is a drop in the bucket, but he is a drop in the bucket.

He looks handsome, has a good figure, and can keep fighting for a long time!

Moreover, the family seems to be very wealthy. At least such a house is more expensive than most adults in New York.

He even lives on his own instead of with his parents.

Looking at it this way, Ronan is simply the most perfect male companion in the hearts of girls.

Gan!

Thinking of this, the Hydra agent in charge of surveillance said an American curse word.

But he is too young, does not have the feeling of a mature man, and does not have the temperament of a tough guy at all.

All I can say is that this is a sissy!

Thinking of this, the Hydra agent patted his chest hair, feeling that he had defeated Ronan in this aspect.

Boom, boom, boom.

Just as he was relieved, there was a knock on the door.

He suddenly became alert!

According to common sense, no one in the organization knows where your address is except your superiors.

Even my superior would never come here to look for me.

More importantly, the landlord of this house is also one of his own, so he will not appear here at all.

So

Who found this place?

This Hydra agent quietly approached the door and took out the pistol from his waist with his right hand, ready for any emergencies.

He approached the cat's eye with his right eye, only to find a man in work uniform standing outside the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

The knock on the door came again.

"Who is it?"

The Hydra agent carefully leaned against the side of the door to prevent anyone from shooting at the door.

This is a habitual action of an agent.

"Sir, check the water, no."

"Someone reported that there was a problem with the pipes at home."

"So I came to fix the pipes."

The person outside the door said loudly.

Repair water pipes?

Is this a plumber?

The Hydra agent was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.

I didn't find any problem with the water pipes at all, and I didn't even call for maintenance. How did this person find this place?

Thinking about it, he raised the pistol with both hands and pointed the pistol at the opponent's body through the door using the peephole position.

"I didn't call the maintenance man, you called the wrong one."

"I ask you to leave my doorstep as soon as possible or you will be in trouble."

The Hydra agent disguised himself as a very wary person, and he had already thought about it.

As long as the other party continues to struggle, he will be ready to shoot at any time.

Because the purpose of these people is definitely not simple!

"Why"

"Just open the door honestly. Why do you have to use violence?"

At this moment, the person outside the door sighed and gently took off his hat.

The moment he took off his hat, the Hydra agent's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Because he saw Ronan's face through the cat's eyes!

The next second, as an agent's subconscious, this Hydra agent pulled the trigger!

Click!

The expected unique roar of the pistol did not appear, and was replaced by the crisp sound of bone cracking.

The Hydra agent looked at the pistol in his hand with some confusion. At some point, his middle finger also inserted into the trigger with an extremely strange amplitude.

However, the place where it appears is behind the trigger.

In other words, his own middle finger blocked his index finger from pulling the trigger.

Then the next second, the pain of broken bones followed!

"Look at you, if you open the door honestly, wouldn't you have to suffer these consequences?"

"Does your finger hurt? Do you need to call an ambulance?"

At this moment, he suddenly heard Ronan's voice behind him.

He immediately turned his head, raised his pistol and pointed it at Ronan, and then kept pulling the trigger.

It's a pity that he forgot that his middle finger was still stuck in it and he couldn't extricate himself.

"You are that Mr. Fantastic?"

The Hydra agent looked at Ronan, his tone trembling.

Ronan shrugged, did not answer his question, and walked to the sofa.

"Don't you already feel it?"

"Do you still need to ask me?"

"But to be honest, your equipment is really complete."

"It seems that Nick Fury only destroyed a small part of your organization, and your organizational construction is even more complete than theirs."

Ronan looked at the mess of instruments on the table and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Hydra worked really hard for him!

"I didn't expect that you would hide it from so many people, even the organization."

"We really underestimated you."

The Hydra agent looked at Ronan with a complicated face, and quietly touched his lower back with his left hand.

Ronan seemed to turn a blind eye to his action.

"Yes, you do underestimate me."

"How about this, let's make a deal."

"You tell me where your upline is, and then what is your purpose of spying on me."

"I'll let you go, and you can even pretend that nothing happened!"

Ronan looked at the agent and proposed a very tempting deal.

However, an evil and arrogant smile appeared directly on the face of this Hydra agent.

"His grandma, play with me in the vagina, you are still a bit young!"

"The series of conversations and videos we just had were all recorded and uploaded to the headquarters!"

"Now, your identity has nowhere to hide!"

After saying that, the Hydra agent pulled out a mini bomb directly from his waist. As long as he pressed the button, the mini bomb would explode!

Although he knew that he might not be able to blow up Ronan, at least he would not be tortured to extract a confession!

Sometimes death is not scary, but the tools of torture are more scary.

"You want to hide your identity, right?"

"Don't even think about living!"

"Baron Strucker, my mission has been completed, hahahahahaha!"

The Hydra agent looked up to the sky and roared, as if he and Ronan would die together in the next second.

Seeing him like this, Ronan couldn't help but sigh.

"Well, why don't you open the door and take a look?"

Ronan pointed outside the door.

Hearing this, the Hydra agent who was still laughing up to the sky suddenly froze.

Open the door?

Could it be that there is support from him outside the door?

Thinking of this, the Hydra agent quickly took a few steps back, away from the door.

"Forget it, let's try another way."

As he said that, a secret door suddenly appeared at the door.

Under the disbelieving eyes of the Hydra agents, a car swayed out of the secret door.

While driving, there is also a "didi" sound.

As the car parked in the living room, something happened that once again stunned the Hydra agent.

This little car suddenly changed.

In less than three seconds, a car turned into an Iron Man figure.

Um?

etc!

Iron Man figure!?

This Hydra agent seemed to have thought of something.

"Do you think your Hydra's technology is more advanced, or Tony Stark's technology is more advanced?"

"Some places may have their own pros and cons, but this is New York and Tony Stark's home ground."

"Isn't it easy to intercept some of your messages?"

Ronan pursed his lips towards the Iron Man figure, signaling the Hydra agent to look over there.

What’s even more ironic is that this Iron Man figure actually did a Thomas Spin on the spot, and the BGM also rang.

Tony Stark's exclusive BGM.

“FU*K!!!”

The Hydra agent seemed to be irritated for a moment, and he pressed the button with his left hand without hesitation.

Click!

Before he could react, a sharp pain shot out from the Hydra agent's left arm.

His left hand was cut off directly from the wrist.

The wound was very flat and smooth, but a large amount of blood spurted out in the next second.

"ah!!!"

The severe pain caused the Hydra agent to cry out.

Ronan, on the other hand, pressed his ears with his little finger, with a look of disgust on his face.

"You really have no sense of public morality. It's so late and the neighbors don't have to sleep?"

Snap!

After saying that, Ronan slashed the Hydra agent directly on the forehead with a standard hand knife.

The Hydra agent rolled his eyes and fainted.

Only the wrist of his left hand was left, still spurting out blood.

——

As a HYDRA agent, Winslow felt he was competent.

After all, if he pressed the button of the mini-bomb, he would most likely die together with Ronan.

The moment he pressed the button, Winslow lost consciousness.

He seemed to have had a long dream.

In his dream, he met an alien from "Krypton".

The alien was wearing a tight suit with a big S-shaped logo on the front. More importantly, the people on that planet seemed to like to wear their underwear outside.

He told Winslow his name, Clark Kent.

Clark Kent told Winslow that for some reason, he was trapped on Earth and needed a special kind of energy to return to Krypton.

On Earth, this energy can only be found by Earthlings.

So, Clark Kent told Winslow that he could give Winslow the same abilities as him, but at the cost of helping Clark Kent return to Krypton.

In this way, Winslow agreed to his request and successfully gained superpowers.

Infinite strength, flight, heat vision, super breathing and more.

Winslow has become the most powerful person on the planet, and even Clark Kendall gave him a thumbs up.

While helping Clark Kent find his energy, Winslow also became a superhero.

Not only will he help ordinary New Yorkers, he will even fight against the peeping eyes of the earth from alien planets.

In this way, Winslow goes further and further on the road to fighting criminals. New York citizens who like to give superheroes nicknames also gave Winslow a famous nickname.

Superman!

Superman!

It is precisely because of this resounding name and his heroic actions.

More and more superpowers are joining his command to fight against all kinds of evil villains on the earth.

Moreover, they also formed an alliance called the Justice League!

In the process of defeating evil, Winslow also found his own happiness.

His girlfriend is also a superhero affectionately called "Ms. Marvel" by the people of New York.

Let’s not discuss other aspects for now. At least in terms of evening life, the two of them can be said to be matched opponents and will meet good talents.

It was during this growth process that he helped Clark Kent return to his hometown.

But, just a few days after Clark Kent returned to his hometown, an extremely terrifying villain appeared on Earth!

His name is Ronan!

An evil mage who uses all kinds of weird tricks!

The evil wizard defeated the rest of the Justice League one after another, until only Winslow remained.

Winslow used all his strength to resist, but there was nothing he could do against Ronan.

Not only did Ronan not suffer any harm, he even cut off Winslow's left hand, causing him to lose his ex-girlfriend forever.

What was even more difficult for him to accept was that Ronan actually humiliated him!

Not only did Ronan not kill him, but he also found more than thirty 60-year-old aunts and carried out an inhumane "group beating" on him.

That's right, one room and one bed.

More than thirty aunts, one superman.

After a brutal month, Winslow finally saw Ronan again.

This time, Ronan should rule the earth, right?

Snap!

At this moment, Winslow suddenly felt a sharp pain on his face.

The evil-smiling Ronan in front of him gradually began to blur.

He tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see clearly what was happening, when suddenly a bright light appeared!

Buzz!

A harsh beep sounded in his ears.

Winslow tried his best to open his eyes and saw that Ronan was still in front of him, but he had changed from that room to a living room.

living room?

here it is.

Memories came flooding in, and Winslow gradually remembered what had happened before.

Doesn't he want to die with Ronan?

how

At this moment, the pain on his forehead prevented him from concentrating and thinking clearly about what happened.

"Don't think about it, young man, I didn't expect you to have such a good time."

"More than thirty aunts can actually make you drool in your dreams."

"Your taste is quite strong."

Ronan sat opposite Winslow and couldn't help but smacked his lips.

What Winslow experienced just now was of course an illusion used by Ronan.

Otherwise, if he could dream about Clark Kent, it would be Ronan's turn to panic.

"Impossible!!!"

Winslow was about to retort, but the pain from his left wrist interrupted him.

He glanced at his left hand and oh no, his left hand was gone.

It’s not the same as in the dream, it was his left hand that didn’t exist first!

His years of experience as an agent allowed him to quickly return to normal.

"Since you have been enjoying yourself for more than half an hour, can you tell me who your superior is?"

"What is the purpose of spying on me?"

Ronan looked at Winslow with a smile, and his tone and expression made Winslow shudder.

So similar, so similar!

The Ronan sitting in front of him now was exactly the same as the evil mage in his dream!

Whether it's her smile, her tone of voice, or her little move of crossing her legs, they are all carved from the same mold!

It can be said that there is no difference at all between that Ronan and this Ronan!

"Just give up. As an agent, I have long been prepared to be tortured."

"Don't you know, the first lesson for a Hydra agent is to face various instruments of torture."

Winslow looked at Ronan with disdain, he would not tell any information.

Now Hydra, after driving S.H.I.E.L.D. underground, has become the largest intelligence agency on earth.

Although it is still lurking underground, the voices of the other faction within are almost unstoppable.

They are going to jump out and take control of the world's political power!

"It doesn't matter. Since you don't want to say it, I won't force you."

"There's nothing wrong with me. I just don't make things difficult for others."

"But seeing how comfortable you were in your dream, as a host, you have to entertain your guests warmly."

"I have the phone numbers of more than fifty rich 'sisters' here. Their average age is about sixty years old."

"They like strong agents like you very much."

Ronan blinked at Winslow, then took out a book from somewhere.

The title of the book is also very simple.

Address book of wealthy women in America.

"Oh, by the way, they seem to have a magic medicine that can keep you going for three hours without getting tired."

"It is said that this miracle drug cost tens of millions of dollars to develop."

"So, you don't have to worry that you can't live in harmony with them."

"You will have a very beautiful memory with each of them."

With that said, Ronan took out his mobile phone and opened the first page of the book.

Winslow could clearly see rows of names and phone numbers printed on the first page.

Ronan even drew many circles on it.

There are A, B, C and so on.

"Are you curious?"

"Then I'll tell you."

"These ABCs represent their age. After all, they are all women. It is not good to use their real age."

"These circles mean that they are regular customers and they pay quickly. Usually when they are satisfied with the goods, they will pay immediately."

Ronan pointed to these marks in the phone book and explained them to Winslow very enthusiastically.

Give money?

See the goods?

"You devil!!!"

Winslow gritted his teeth and stared at Ronan.

He couldn't imagine the scene where he was surrounded by dozens of aunts, who stared at him with covetous faces, and then rubbed against him on the floor.

How terrifying is that scene!!!

There are beauty traps in the Hydra organization, but there is no such torture!

"Oh, how do you know my nickname?"

"It seems you Hydra know quite a lot."

"Then I have to find out more about the conspiracy of your organization."

With that said, Ronan pressed a phone number and the call was quickly answered.

"Sister Anna."

"Yes, yes, it's me, it's me."

"Oh, it's because the number of customers has been relatively low recently, so I'm sorry to call you."

"That's right, I have a client now. This is a veteran agent. You don't have to worry about his physical fitness."

"Yes, yes, the price is easy to negotiate. We are all friends."

"Okay, then you wait for my call and I will contact the other sisters."

"Oh, sister Anna, we have to share good things together. If I only give it to you, then the other fifty or so sisters won't eat me alive?"

"okok, let's contact you later."

After saying that, Ronan hung up the phone and looked for the next number.

He was also humming a ditty that Winslow couldn't understand.

"Next is Winnie, her phone number is"

While talking, Ronan pressed the dial button.

"Hello, sister Winnie?"

"Yes, yes, it's me. I found a top-quality product for you today!"

"That's right, standard eight-pack abs, and the biceps are extremely good, especially the gluteus maximus, which is very curvy!"

"Although it's not as good as Captain America, the gap is not big."

"Can I light a candle?"

"Is it okay to wash with steel wool?"

"It's no problem. This guy only wants money. He can accept all requests, even if you put a steel wire ball on him and give it to him, it's no problem."

"Oh, of course all good products need to be shared, but I can let you be ranked higher."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, you have to hurry up. If you are late, you will have to. You know."

"Okay, then you wait for my call!"

Ronan hung up the phone again, and the content of his conversation made Winslow feel that his life had lost all color!

Whip candle?

And steel wire balls!????

What the hell kind of organization are you?!

"Don't worry, give me a few minutes and I'll contact a few more."

"Let's take turns. I also know that your body needs to rest, so today we'll start with ten."

Ronan glanced at Winslow, who had forgotten to control his expression, and comforted him very thoughtfully.

"Oh, by the way, don't even think about committing suicide."

"Because my magic has planted an idea in your brain."

"Whenever you think about suicide, you automatically think of somewhere else."

"If you don't believe it, you can try it."

Ronan blinked at Winslow.

I don’t know why, but after hearing Ronan’s words, Winslow immediately thought of biting his tongue and committing suicide.

However, just when he had this idea, another thought suddenly appeared.

Those aunts seem to be pretty good too.

"devil!"

"devil!!!"

"You are the biggest devil!!!"

Winslow reacted suddenly and roared loudly at Ronan.

But he was tied to the chair and couldn't move at all.

If he could die together with Ronan now, then he would definitely not have any hesitation!

What kind of devil is this!!!

"Don't worry, don't you know, the tattoos on Satan's body are all mine."

"There are eight more sisters that I haven't notified yet. It is said that they each have their own unique skills. Please wait first."

However, before Ronan could finish speaking, Winslow on the opposite side finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Enough! Enough!!!"

"Don't contact me anymore! Don't contact me anymore!"

"What on earth do you want to know!!!"

"No, no matter what you want to know, as long as I know it"

"I'll tell you everything!!!"

(End of chapter)