The Collection of The End

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——Marvel, 2015——

Tokyo, Minato.

Amid the gentle waves and the occasional whistle, Lester slowly opened his eyes, but he couldn't focus for a while.

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"I seem...to have had a very long dream," he murmured to himself: "It seems, it seems -"

"Who isn't?"

"!"

The response from his side made Lester stiffen, and he rolled on the spot trying to get away from the speaker based on his instinctive reaction.

Then he was about to fall as soon as he was in the air.

Snap, a hand grabbed his arm.

"The response is good, but it's best to look at the surrounding environment clearly before taking action." The voice that just responded to him without permission sounded again.

After being frightened for many times, Lester finally woke up a little. He took the arm of the rescuer and climbed back up to the platform where he was just now, and then looked around.

This is a busy port warehouse, and he was originally at the top of a towering gantry crane.

The person who talked to him, caused him to fall and then rescued him, was a young Asian man wearing a black suit, sunglasses on his face, and wireless headphones on his ears.

The other party looked quite serious, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching for unknown reasons, as if he wanted to raise his lips but was forced down.

"you……"

"I am an agent of the Japanese branch of SHIELD, codenamed 'Joker'," the young man said. "You have been arrested for causing large-scale 'memetic contamination,' Mr. Lester."

"……I?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid," the man who called himself the Joker stared at him: "Or I should say, Mr. Bullseye, a mercenary, professional killer, and a global bounty totaling eight million US dollars."

"It doesn't sound like a lot," Lester grinned as his memory gradually recovered, "but you'd better have the ability to receive this reward."

"It's a bit troublesome to cut you into pieces and go to those publishers to collect the rewards separately, and you can play a greater value than this money while alive," the clown replied noncommittally: "You have to feel lucky that the 'Fisk Family' does not No bounty has been posted for you, otherwise SHIELD would have to take you off the 'candidate list'."

"Some kind of dirty job? It doesn't sound cost-effective. Can I refuse?" After confirming that he did not have any weapons on his body, Lesko began to consider the possibility of attacking with bare hands and escaping.

"Of course, you can leave now," the clown raised his lips and then lowered his voice: "Then this large-scale 'memetic pollution' involving five major cities and causing memory confusion for nearly a million people was planned and initiated by you. The bounty should be accumulated to 20 million US dollars."

"..."

"By the way, maybe you don't remember, but it seems that I did save your life from 'memetic pollution'," the clown continued: "This is not to extort a favor, but to make you recognize it. Clear the gap in strength.”

"Let's talk about this 'list,'" Lester finally said.

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Shinjuku, S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house.

"As we agreed, the entire Tokyo is now controlled by the Hand," Van Helsing, who was still wearing a trench coat, looked at Erica, who was still wearing a ninja outfit: "It's your turn to fulfill your promise, 'Six Fingers.' "

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"But, I don't know what to do," Erica looked at Murdoch, who was silent and wearing a black suit, and then looked at Natasha, who was typing in front of a screen and wearing the same suit: "And, what is the 'Hand'?"

"The existence of the 'Hand' is a large-scale 'Mandela Effect'. In Japanese proverb, it can be regarded as an 'urban legend'," Natasha answered without looking back.

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Said: "The affected people are convinced that there is a giant gang in Japan that has influence in major cities and is involved in almost all large-scale industries. Everything is controlled by them."

"Isn't that SHIELD?" Murdoch said suddenly.

"..." Natasha was silent for a moment, tapped the keyboard hard, and then replied: "But we all know that the 'Hand' and the demons behind it are real."

"At that time, it looked like it couldn't end. I knew the result would be like this," Murdoch continued: "But it turned out to be solved through the 'Mandela Effect', which is really ingenious."

"Excuse me..." Erica asked doubtfully: "What is the 'Mandela Effect'?"

"You...oh, it's normal that you don't know," Natasha looked back at her: "That's a collective memory disorder. To put it simply, not long ago, South African President Mandela attended the United Nations General Assembly, but many People are shockingly claiming they clearly remember him having died in 2013."

"Wait a minute," Murdoch frowned: "I remember Mandela died in 2013. When the news was released, many people claimed to remember that he had died in the 1980s."

"You're kidding," Natasha switched the screen and started searching for pictures on the Internet: "The photos of him attending the meeting are..."

The next moment, a black and white photo was displayed on the screen:

[Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela, (19181990)]

"ah?"

"this……"

"Don't worry about the memory disorder," Van Helsing completely ignored the chaotic science over there and stared at Erica and said, "You repeat it and it's done."

"I……"

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"LittleSong" bar.

"My mission is accomplished."

"……ah?"

Uma, who was sitting on the couch in the bar, said to Moriarty, who was still in the form of a middle-aged uncle. Seemingly seeing that he was a little confused, Uma added:

"The goal of obtaining the 'Lost Power of the Lord of the Ocean Dimension' has been achieved."

"Oh...oh, of course, you will succeed."

"Humph, I knew she would use the 'time backtracking' trick. Any interference by external forces alone would be in vain." Uma started to show off like a primary school student who got perfect marks in the exam: "But by taking Dormammu If it is cut into pieces and scattered everywhere, it is connected to everything in the city, and she will never be able to clean it up, so the 'dark dimension' still has control over the city."

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Why does it sound like it was cut on its own initiative...

The little girl Hitomi Mishima who was recruited was drinking juice opposite her without even daring to raise her eyelids.

For a junior high school student, no matter how mature her mind is, the idea of ​​countless people exploding into orange juice in front of her is still too exciting, especially if they can come back intact later.

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"You are right, so when will my lord return?" Moriarty glanced at Mishima Hitomi and continued to clean the cup.

"When he moves the whole city—"

Uma got stuck mid-sentence, and her eyes widened as if she heard something:

"Successor to the 'Lord of the Dark Dimension'?! Me?!"

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