Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Seth Bellor sat in his car with a cigarette in his hand, his fingers nimble and strong, yet gentle enough. Can spin that cigarette between my fingers without wrinkling it. Instead of starting the car, he sat patiently in the driver's seat and waited for the bloody hole in his forehead to disappear.

Something like tentacles was writhing in that hole in his forehead, looking very disgusting. Seth adjusted his rear-view mirror. He looked at the hole and clicked his tongue unhappily, "Damn it, this thing isn't as powerful as they say it is."

He watched the twisting of the tentacles carefully, unaware of the passage of time. After a while, his phone vibrated in his suit. Seth took out his phone and glanced at it. There was no caller ID, just a strange garbled number.

He connected, and his own voice came from inside: "They're off."

"Well, where are you?"

"It's already over Rhode's house."

"Wow, the captain's speed is really fast. It seems that he is determined to play with us." Seth smiled again, his tone frivolous: "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Kill him and Hawkeye now."

"Don't be so irritable, do you have any other suggestions?"

"I am you, and you are me. Don't you think so in your own heart?"

"That's not necessarily true. I mean, although we are indeed the same person, dividing a soul into a hundred parts should be somewhat different, don't you think?"

Another he said coldly: "Fuck you, you idiot. Where are there a hundred more now? We only have forty left just to kill those stinky watchmen in heaven!"

"Why are you so incompetent?"

"I'm fucking you! You idiot!"

Seth hung up the phone speechlessly, he had just been scolded by himself for no reason. He then dialed another number.

"Hello! Mr. President! Are you still used to living in the White House?"

Another of his voices came from the phone: "Don't call me that, it sounds very disgusting. Listen, I've been staring at that damn big red button on my desk for over ten minutes. If I don't send someone for a shift change, I might I won't be able to resist the urge to press it after three hours. Then we'll all be killed by that bastard together."

Seth took the phone away, and he looked disgusted: "Okay, okay. Please hold on a little longer, the shift changer will be here soon."

He hung up and the co-pilot came in another Seth Bellor. The same hairstyle, the same clothes, the same face, and even the same smile. This Seth Bellor smiled and said, "You really disgust me."

"Each each other."

"Do you know why?"

"Because we are so alike."

"You are really smart."

"It's too shameless to brag about yourself like that."

"what."

Seth, with a hole in his head, said, "So, is he still there?"

"Yes, but according to our calculations, it can hold him for about half an hour at most. This is still based on the fact that he has honestly repaired heaven, rather than doing something else."

"Tsk, he's always been cranky, hasn't he?"

"Stop talking one-liners and think of something."

Facing his own urging, Seth with a hole in his head shrugged indifferently: "Be graceful in the face of pressure, Seth No. 2, you see, I'm No. 1 and you are No. 2 for no reason, or Because you can't hold your breath, you know?"

The smile on Seth Two's face disappeared, and he said with a blank face: "Either you have a solution now, or I will directly order the killing of Steve Rogers and Clint Barton. Then let the White House That idiot presses the button, and the whole world will play with us.

If you die, you have to be disgusting that bastard. "

"You really need to see a psychiatrist, Seth Two. Then again, don't you really think something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"Just like...why do we hate him so much? What kind of hatred would make us split ourselves into a hundred parts and spend so much time infiltrating his world?"

Seth, who had a hole in his head, turned his head and looked at Seth Two and said this, while Seth Two's expression struggled for a moment, then calmed down: "Because he destroyed our planet."

"Yes, Seth Two. But the problem is..." Seth, who had a hole in his head, took a pistol from his pocket and fired a shot at Seth Two's head: "...we are again Not a goddamn Skrull."

Blood splattered and the co-pilot and front windshield were covered in blood. Seth imitated the cowboy, blew the muzzle, and turned the gun with the safety closed. With a happy smile on his face, he started the car and hit the road.

After they had been on the road for ten minutes, Seth Two woke up leisurely. He touched the hole in his head, felt the agitation of those tentacles, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face: "You are right, Seth One. We're not bloody Skrulls."

"Look, Seth No. 2, people with a hole in their head speak differently!" Seth No. 1 smiled frivolously, he pointed to the hole in his head that was about to heal, and the smile on his face became more and more The crazier, the two laughed wildly in the car together.

They hurried on the road, boosted their speed to the highest, the engine roared wildly, and this technological monster roared and smashed together. Created one car accident after another - and that's exactly what they wanted.

Chaos is so wonderful.

Seth One smiled and said, "How do you feel? Seth Two? How does it feel to break free from that false mission?"

"It feels great!"

"Ha! I knew you would say that!"

"Of course, you are me after all!"

"And then? Seth One? What are we going to do?"

"We're not doing anything, Seth Two."

Seth One grabbed the steering wheel, his madness subsided, as if it wasn't him who drove over innocent pedestrians just now: "We just need to watch it happen, Seth Two."

"You're so damn right, Seth One."

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He Shenyan is doing a very crazy thing.

He withdrew his magic power and watched with a blank face as heaven fell apart and was gradually burned away in those flames that could not be extinguished, as if he really didn't care about the impact on the world - strange.

His thinking is very simple, since it is difficult to repair heaven, then it will not be repaired.

When it's gone, use my magic to rebuild a pillar and put it here.

He watched indifferently, watching those magnificent white buildings collapsed and being torched by flames, watching the beautiful bodies of the angels being burned to charred corpses and eventually turned into ashes. A happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I've wanted to do this for a long time..."