The Collection of The End

——Marvel, 2015——

Tokyo, Minato.

"What are you looking at! Have you never seen a gang? Have you heard of the Clown Gang? I'll chop you up!"

The clown in a purple suit, white face, and green hair walked struttingly down the street, randomly intimidating passers-by who looked over at him, and holding a confused and confused bullseye in his hand.

"Hey, Clown Bullseye," after scaring away another passerby, the clown turned to stare at his unfocused companion: "How can you say that you are also a super criminal who can bend bullets? What on earth did you see that made you so scared? "

"I'm Daredevil..." Bullseye responded blankly.

"Okay, Joker Daredevil, what did you just see?" The Joker changed his words nonchalantly.

"Light that is darker than darkness, darkness that is brighter than light..." Bullseye's eyes were slightly focused, but soon became unfocused again.

"Is this a riddle? How about you be the 'Riddler' from now on? Oh, no," the clown paused mid-sentence: "That seems to be a character in a comic, and it doesn't exist in reality at all."

"'Joker' too..." Bullseye retorted with his remaining sense.

"Nonsense, there are clowns in any circus, there are also poker games, but where can you find the Riddler?" the clown retorted.

"..." Bullseye was speechless for a moment, and his chaotic consciousness prevented him from thinking of any rebuttal arguments.

"What are you looking at! Have you never seen a gangster?"

The interaction between the two attracted more glances from passers-by, and the clown repeated his tricks and began to threaten:

"Have you ever heard of the Clown Gang? As long as I snap my fingers, you will explode——"

Snapped--!

The passers-by who were threatened by the clown exploded into a cloud of orange liquid without saying a word, and their clothes and bags were scattered on the ground.

"Uh..." The clown stared at the hand he just raised: "I haven't snapped my fingers yet?"

Bang bang! Plop——

Passers-by who witnessed this strange situation exploded one after another like firecrackers, and the entire street was filled with orange liquid.

"I've decided not to drink orange juice for three days, what about you?"

The clown turned his head and looked at Bullseye:

"Hey, don't pass out!"

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Tokyo, Chiyoda Ward.

"This should be the last stronghold in Tokyo that is not controlled by the Hand, but it looks like..."

Erica looked around, looking at the CDs, posters, peripherals and consoles of anime and games piled everywhere in the underground warehouse, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"It doesn't seem to fit the word 'gangster'?"

Murdoch picked up a host box and shook it, and there was a sound from inside that was obviously inconsistent with the packaging pattern:

“But what if they’re looking at these things so they can carry something in them so they can evade taxes?”

"That--"

"[Then don't even think about leaving from here.]" "[That's exactly what it is.]" "[The boss is right.]"

Boom, boom, boom.

Following dull words with an electronic sound, a Freedom Gundam, an EVA Unit-01, an Ultraman Tiga, an Optimus Prime and a Kamen Rider Kuuga walked out from the depths of the warehouse.

"Oh, they are all 'A' type 'substitutes' that cover the whole body. In order to maintain a specific shape, the protection strength is very average..." Murdoch "looked" at them mid-sentence, and suddenly tilted his head in surprise. " Looking at Erica: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm glad...someone likes them...but..."

The black smoke gathered and solidified around Erica, and finally turned into a giant Godzilla that almost broke through the roof of the warehouse. It, no, she was breathing fire while rushing towards those "mechas" with heavy steps. past:

"[You all have to die——! Roar——!]"

"Um……"

Murdoch dodged to avoid the monster rushing past him and adjusted his sunglasses:

"So that's what I mean when I say my girlfriend is a 'monster'."

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Tokyo, Shinjuku.

"LittleSong" bar near Kabukicho.

The uncle-looking Moriarty was standing behind the counter, wiping unnecessary glasses, silently observing the goings-on in the hall.

In the bar hall, two groups of people were confronting each other.

A group of vicious gangsters and their eldest sister confront a little girl who looks to be underage.

"I just received news that there is only one disobedient hand left in Tokyo, and our people are launching an attack on them." Uma, who was wearing a luxurious evening dress, held a goblet between her fingertips and raised her head slightly. , looking down at the little girl in front of him: "What else do you have to say? Miss Mishima Hitomi?"

That was the original owner of this bar, but not exactly. Moriarty looked at the information in front of him.

This bar legally belongs to a woman named "Shizi", and she was the one who ran away when Uma called her. However, according to the gangsters who later conquered the bar, the actual manager of the bar is this black-haired, golden-eyed man. A girl wearing a bartender uniform with a big red bow on her hair.

She didn't know that this place had changed hands because she was participating in club activities at school. It wasn't until she learned the news today that she hurriedly asked for leave and came to negotiate.

Yes, she is a junior high school student, even a little younger than Moriarty, and she is an ordinary human being. How can she be with a "Lord of the Dimension" when she has no leverage at all? Negotiating with your sister?

"I'm here to negotiate terms with you, Ms. Uma." Mishima Hitomi replied in a slightly childish voice.

"Uh-huh, I'm listening." Uma raised her chin.

"You will not stay in Tokyo forever, and neither will the Hand." She raised her eyes and looked at the vicious thugs behind Uma: "I hope to be your agent and manage your assets for you before you come back. "

"Oh? Why do you think so? And even if I have to leave, I have a suitable agent."

Uma glanced at Moriarty, who immediately smiled back with just the right amount of confidence.

"Your subordinates have defeated all the main gangs and taken over their power, but they have not placed any managers. This is a sign of insufficient manpower," Mishima Hitomi replied: "I did a little investigation and found that your subordinates They tracked the Hand all the way to Tokyo. I have every reason to believe that they did the same thing to the Hand. Therefore, you do not belong to the Hand. It should be said that on the contrary, you are The opponent of the 'Hand' is a 'superhero' who comes to destroy this evil organization."

Crunch - Moriarty almost crushed the glass in his hand when he heard "superhero".

"Continue." Uma raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.

"In order to prevent the gang members from causing trouble when they are leaderless, you decided to temporarily maintain the illusion that the 'Hand' still exists before eliminating all the gangs associated with it. When you leave, you will hand them over to them one by one. Police." Mishima Hitomi said.

"..." The eyes of the gangsters who were staring at her fiercely began to wander, but because of Uma's own strength, no one dared to question it.

"What if I say that I am not a 'superhero' but a 'supervillain'?" Uma leaned forward and stared at her very oppressively.

"Then you are also a 'lawful evil' and can negotiate," Mishima Hitomi replied very smoothly: "If you had already replaced the top gangsters with others, or started killing people, I would definitely not dare to come. "

"You are very courageous, but have you ever thought about why, as a 'superhero,' you would come all the way to deal with an ordinary gangster hiding in an island country? Are you ready to understand the truth behind it?" Uma leaned back and leaned back in her chair.

"I think I'm ready." Mishima Hitomi replied firmly.

"So..." Uma put down her wine glass, as if she was planning to say something.

Moriarty noticed that there was a thug behind her who opened his phone secretly, as if intending to receive or transmit some information, but he only glanced at it twice and froze on the spot, and then...

Puff------------

Like falling dominoes, the group of thugs behind Uma exploded into orange liquid and empty clothes in less than two seconds.

"...Welcome to the real world." Uma showed a scary smile to the little girl who was not affected but her eyes widened.

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Tokyo, Shinjuku Station.

"……not my business."

"...If it wasn't you, could it be me?"

When Natasha was awakened by the quarrel in her ears, she immediately looked around.

Well, the sky is not red, the city is not black, and the whole world does not look like a big cup.

The noisy "Jean Gray" and "Deadpool" are also normal, which is great——

Her heart dropped midway and then picked up again.

How could Shinjuku Station, which was originally bustling with traffic, be so quiet?

No, it wasn't very quiet. Apart from the most obvious siren sound after the car hit, there was also a very clear sound of liquid flowing and surging.

There was a tsunami?

Natasha sat up from the bench in the bus shelter and looked around carefully again. Then she discovered that the area around the station had turned into a desert. A large amount of orange juice-like liquid was flowing freely on the streets, and various kinds of liquid were floating on the "water surface". A variety of things, especially clothing and personal belongings.

"The 'Lord of the Ocean Dimension' finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to destroy the world?" She blurted out, not quite sober yet.

"Ha, that would be great." Qin Gray laughed.

"Uncle Deadpool can then show off his talents." Deadpool continued.

Oh... Natasha gathered her thoughts and quickly thought that the black mud under Tokyo Tower had finally activated.

Can a disaster of this scale really be solved with most of the Avengers absent?

But Sherlock's kid seems to have returned to Earth through some means, maybe...

"I just confirmed that all the things that turned into 'orange juice' have no names." Natasha was still thinking, but Qin Gray had already picked up the previous topic: "Even the ones I glanced at casually Those people with only names but no images in the phone book have all survived.”

"Same here," Deadpool put his hand into his hood and scratched: "Anyone who responded to Uncle Deadpool's chatting, even just saying 'get out', has not melted into water."

"So, both the protagonist and supporting characters are protected, and those who turned into water are all 'extra performers'." Qin Gray nodded.

"Not necessarily, the protagonist may suddenly turn into ashes, phew~" Deadpool raised his hand and blew.

"If you think about it carefully, compiling family trees, life experiences, hobbies and so on for everyone is indeed a big project. Ordinary screenwriters simply don't have the time." Qin Gray continued.

"Martin is great, and Tolkien is also great."

"...Are you really not coming to the North?"

Although she heard every word clearly, Natasha had difficulty understanding what the two of them were talking about. It wasn't until there was a gap in their conversation that she took the opportunity to interject:

"So, did 'Black Saber' succeed? Should we evacuate?"

Qin Gray and Deadpool looked at each other, one shrugged and the other spread his hands:

"Can't run away."

"Just wait for the universe to restart."

Is this the confidence of someone who talks about "Lord of Dimension"?

And if only an ordinary city was destroyed, why would the universe be restarted?

"Speaking of restarting, Natasha is fine, but there seems to be something wrong with the two of us," Jean Gray touched her chin and looked at Deadpool thoughtfully: "My identity is a fake, and you are a stowaway. .”

Not surprising at all.

"For my dear sake, the director doesn't dare to do anything to me." Deadpool put his hands on his hips.

"Then you wish for good luck." Qin Gray raised her hand and drew in the air, and the traces of flames finally formed a box that seemed to always hang next to the characters in TV shows:

[Private Hope's Peak Academy, Jean Gray (16)]

this……

"Ha, this Deadpool can do it too."

Deadpool raised his hand to grab the air next to him, tore it with all his strength, and pulled off a piece of tattered "paper", then took out a pen from his belt and wrote on it, and then poof Posted it back.

【Twin Leaves Kindergarten, Wade Wilson (5)】

He is so five years old! ?

Natasha was about to accuse them severely of lying about their age, but her eyes suddenly turned white.

When she hurriedly took off the goggles, she found that sixteen-year-old Qin Gray and five-year-old Deadpool both took out a pair of sunglasses from nowhere and put them on their faces, looking towards the direction of Tokyo Tower with expressions of amazement.

Following their gazes, Natasha saw an extremely thick black pillar with eyes all over its surface where Tokyo Tower used to be, reaching straight into the sky.

That pillar had an unusually weird and terrifying aura. Just by glancing at it from a distance, she had the illusion that it had become unstable, as if it might melt or explode at any time.

But before Natasha could retract her gaze like a reflex, a more intense scarlet sword light rose not far from the bottom of the giant pillar.

Its speed seemed to be extremely slow, because even Natasha could clearly see the arc-shaped trajectory that cut through the sky, but it was also extremely fast. While Natasha was still subconsciously following the trajectory, the light of the sword had already divided the giant pillar into two parts. Second, it left a huge and narrow red knife mark on the sky.

Then the whole world burst into flames.