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"If your son is a Kree, then we can start the fight directly now," He Shenyan said.

"Kree? No...he's not."

The huge planet named Egg thought for a while, although the madness He Shenyan felt from his voice didn't seem to be fake, but he was very calm and restrained at this time.

He said slowly: "I see, it is the hand of the Supreme Wisdom...Thank you for avenging him, Mage. I see the end of the Kree."

After saying this, he plans to leave. But He Shenyan said, "Wait."

"What's the matter, Mage?"

He Shenyan looked at Egg, he keenly felt that this living planet must know something, but he didn't have time to ask him now. So he just said, "It's fine."

Egg nodded, considering his size and just a planet. The action was supposed to look comical, but his old face softened the feeling. A huge amount of energy opened a channel, and Egg disappeared in an instant. Before leaving, he did not forget to open his mouth wide and ate a few asteroids floating beside him.

The wizard dropped the question and moved on.

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Mark woke up from a coma.

He touched his forehead, his fingers were sticky, and when he got closer, he realized that it was actually blood.

I'm bleeding?

He started to think back to what had just happened.

He rushed out of the house with a guitar...there were a lot of people on the street...they walked together in the direction of the city hall...the police were on the same line as them...

And...then what?

Then what happened?

He thought about it carefully, but he didn't know how he was lying in the rubble anyway.

He touched his waist, the gun was still there. Mark's mood was unusually calm at this time. He lay in the rubble, his whole body was burning with pain.

Until a slight weeping sound came from the right.

A man yelled, "Hey! Is anyone alive!"

The cry ignored him, childish, like a child's voice.

"Oh my God...what the hell is going on...hey! Can anyone hear me!"

Mark listened to the child's cry, he coughed twice, and a weak voice came out of his dry throat: "Here!"

Fortunately, the man was relatively close to him. He heard footsteps, a shovel dug the bricks over his head, and a disgraced man looked at him and said, "Dude, are you all right?"

"I don't know, buddy... but you'd better put me here, I heard a child cry just now."

The man wiped his face, took a deep breath, and said, "Do you know which direction it came from?"

"right."

"Okay, man, you stay here for a while, and I'll go find the kid."

He left, Mark lay on the spot, and he moved his body with difficulty, testing his hands and feet to make sure they were still behind. He breathed a sigh of relief, but then thought about his guitar.

Yes...my guitar.

He turned his head and looked around, but didn't see the old guitar. Mark was neither sad nor happy, he had an ugly smile on his face that looked over-aged because of alcohol and drugs, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The man was still shouting loudly, and he seemed to be able to hear the cry of the child, and followed the sound to find it. Mark heard the sound of the shovel digging in the ruins, and the cry suddenly became clear. A man's voice came: "God...child, where are your parents? What a hell..."

The sound of his footsteps and the child's sobbing drew nearer,

Mark saw him again. The man bent down and said, with the shovel in his hand, "It's a little girl, man. It's really getting worse, alas, forget about that. How are you?"

"I guess I'm just missing a guitar," Mark said humorously. "Other than that, everything was fine."

The man waved the shovel in his hand, and he shoveled away the pieces that were on Mark's body one by one: "Oh! You are the guy who plays the guitar! I have to say, man, you play well."

"Ha!" Mark laughed, and he coughed twice. He said, "Thank you for the compliment, but I haven't touched that thing in a long time. Did you come out after watching TV too?"

"Yeah, dude. We are all. I live with my three brothers and I'm staying at home. But... you know, Captain America's call! So we're out. Who knew this What?" The man's voice was calm.

"Uh..." Mark was a little embarrassed, he didn't know how to continue the topic, but the man picked it up himself.

"Didn't see my brothers go there. Our family has always had good luck, my dad got four shots and he's still farming in the country. I'm sure they'll be fine too... well, Dude. Come, give me your hand."

Mark raised his hand, and the man pulled him out of the ruins and supported him. UU reading www.uukanshu.com Mark signaled that he could walk, he took a deep breath, and saw the little girl lying on the ground beside her, she stopped crying, but curiously twitched her fingers and looked at the two in front of her man.

One was dark-skinned, with glasses, covered in dust and dirt.

A potbellied, old, ugly and bald man in an old overalls.

She laughed suddenly.

The two looked at each other, the adults always had no idea what was going on in the minds of the children.

The man reached out and shook hands with Mark. His hands were strong, and the man introduced himself: "Dave Albins."

"Mark Lendl."

They were silent after saying their names to each other, and Mark looked around. It looked like a subway station, not far from an overturned train belching smoke and flames. The chandeliers overhead flickered strongly, half of the stop signs were missing, and only half were left on a support column.

The girl stopped laughing again, she continued to wiggle her fingers. The tsk tsk voice was exceptionally clear.

"So, what do we do now?" Dave said.

"I don't know either, buddy. I think we'll just have to keep looking to see if any other unlucky ones are here. As for this girl...we'll take her with us."

"I think so too, man." Dave nodded. He handed the shovel in his hand to Mark, bent down to pick up the little girl, and asked softly, "Hey, little guy, what's your name?"

She twitched her fingers, shook her blond ponytail in an inarticulate voice, and said with a smile, "Alice!"

"Okay, Alice, hello, my name is Dave... uh, he's Mark."

They started walking on the ruins.