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"Keep the two strongest men among you, I will be useful."

This ambiguous sentence was heard outside the door. The seven team members looked at each other and showed mysterious smiles that only men can understand. Until Crossbones came out and glared at them fiercely. These Hydra warriors

Only then did he become serious again.

According to Proxima Centauri's request, Crossbones selected the two team members with the best long-distance running performance, pulled them over, and whispered in his ear: "I don't know what she asked you to do. In short, this is the best team to serve the organization."

Good opportunity, perform well, your efforts will not be forgotten by the organization. Long live Hydra."

"Long live Hydra." The two team members raised their hands and answered in unison.

Under the envious and blessing eyes of the team members, the two team members held their chests high, like soldiers undergoing review, and strode into the room.

"Close the door," Proxima Centauri said.

Click, the door is closed.

"Take off your clothes," she added.

The two Hydra soldiers did not hesitate and quickly took off all their clothes. Just as they couldn't wait to reach into their underwear, Proxima Centauri raised her hand.

"Okay." She lowered her head and asked the superstar hanging around her waist, "Which one do you want?"

The superstar said in the spiritual realm: "The tall one."

Dark Night Proxima hooked his hand, motioning for the tall Hydra warrior to come over and wait for him to come up to him.

"Kneel down."

The Hydra warrior paused for half a second, wondering what the alien woman wanted to do, but remembering Crossbones' instructions, he knelt down obediently.

No matter what tricks he plays, he is still very confident in "that aspect" of himself.

Proxima Centauri's cold fingers stroked the Hydra warrior's head from top to bottom. He narrowed his eyes and waited for the next instruction. When his fingers touched roughly below the ears, the super star said in the spiritual realm: "This is it.

Location."

The super star's spiritual information did not block the Hydra warriors, or it could be said that she did so deliberately, driven by some bad taste.

"What position?" asked the Hydra warrior.

The next second he asked this question, a sharp dagger popped out from Proxima Centauri's palm and passed under his ear at an extremely fast speed. The fast Hydra warrior didn't understand yet.

What happened, the line of sight became upside down——

He saw his chin, and then there was a smooth incision, and then he saw half an ugly, burnt head placed at the incision.

Plop!

Half of the Hydra warrior's head fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and the brilliance of life gradually disappeared from the bright pupils.

That's my body! Before dying, the Hydra warrior thought one last time.

Click, click, click...

The super giant controls this body, and a silver-white metal patch is attached to the connection between the head and body.

The patch sticks to the skin and pierces countless nanometer-thin threads into the muscles, forcibly connecting the super star to the nerves of the body.

This process consumes a lot of physical energy. If the body has not experienced exercise, it will often fail at this link.

The action of the super star attaching the metal plate becomes smoother and smoother.

"It's still useful."

Because the tongue to the throat belongs to a man's body, the superstar made a man's voice as soon as he opened his mouth, which made her frown in concern.

"The bodies of ordinary humans are too weak. Only men who have been trained like this can barely withstand your spiritual energy. Use it for a while, and then ask Thanos to reshape your body when you get back." Dark Night Proximity

Star said.

Time was urgent, and she didn't want to spend time looking for a new body because of gender issues.

"We can only do this for now." The superstar adjusted to her physical condition. She raised her head and looked at another Hydra warrior with a pair of empty eyes.

"It's your turn next."

The Hydra warrior wanted to escape, but he found that his body was out of control and he was heading straight towards Proxima Centauri.

A few minutes later, the Hydra warrior opened the door with a pale face. He covered his bleeding right arm, held half of his companion's head, and stumbled out of the safe house.

Proxima Centauri clenched his fist. His newly acquired right arm was covered with hair, and the man's right arm was much thicker than his left arm. It was not difficult to guess his usual "hobbies".

Thinking of this, she put down her sleeves in disgust.

"Although it has not fully recovered, it will not affect the battle." Proxima Centauri raised his hands, and projections of faces appeared in mid-air.

Zhang Ming, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Peter Parker...

Natasha has all the personal information of the Avengers in her memory. Proxima Centauri and Superstar, who suffered two consecutive losses, faced Thanos' three-day deadline and decided to abandon their previous complacency, put away all contempt, and

These planet natives were placed at the same or even more dangerous heights than they were, and they dealt with them cautiously.

This time, in order to survive, they must win.

…

The Avengers in the sky relieve stress in their own way and prepare for battles that may occur at any time.

In the rest area, Dior stood by the window, looking down at the rolling clouds below, holding a glass of milky white liquid in his hand, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking about.

When the aircraft carrier was originally designed, considering the long-term sailing or air flight, in order to maintain the mental health of the crew on board the warship, many entertainment facilities were designed to relieve stress.

However, this time the battleship was used as a battlefield, so except for the necessary drivers and staff, the rest of the service personnel were not present.

There was no bartender, and Dior didn't bother to look for wine.

Since becoming a vampire, except for blood, everything else tasted like mud. He simply poured a glass of pure milk to eliminate the smell of blood in his mouth.

"Gwen is worried about you."

Peter came over, holding a wine glass with red liquid in his hand.

"I thought you would be happy if I stopped contacting her. You have one less powerful and invincible love rival." Dior said.

Peter picked up the glass and took a sip pretending to be deep. It looked like he was drinking, but Dior's excellent sense of smell detected a unique sweet smell. It was obvious that the glass was filled with flat Coke.

"If you completely forgot about Gwen because you had a new love, of course I would be happy. But the news I got is that you disappeared not long after your parents passed away." Peter looked at Dio, "It's not just Gwen.

, Harry and I are very worried about you, don’t forget, we are friends."

After the death of his parents, Dio felt that he had lost everything. From that moment on, his heart was frozen, layer by layer. There was only one thought supporting his twisted life, and that was:

Punish as many evildoers as possible.

But under Peter's sincere gaze, the deep frozen soil cracked open, and Dio understood that although he was far away across the ocean, there were still a few friends who had been worried about his situation."

Dio didn't say thank you, he just clinked the glass and drank the remaining milk in one gulp.

It was obviously cold milk, but it warmed up his body.

"By the way, now that I'm back, aren't you afraid that I will start pursuing Gwen again? You know, now I am better than you in terms of money, looks, and even super powers. Your only advantage has disappeared." Dior suddenly

explain.

Peter was stunned by his question. He couldn't come up with a rebuttal for a long time, and finally said helplessly: "Friends are friends, but I still don't like your character."

Dio laughed.

"Dong dong——"

There was a knock on the door of the lounge, and a SHIELD agent said: "You two, Director Fury and the Avengers are waiting for you in the conference room. An emergency suddenly occurred."

Dio and Peter put down their cups and followed the detective to the conference room. After entering, everyone in the conference room had bad expressions on their faces. A map of the United States was projected in the air. Peter noticed that many big cities had red dots painted on them.

, and there are numbers next to it.

"What happened?" Peter asked.

"Superstars are killing people." Agent Coulson's finger traced across the map in mid-air, connecting all the cities marked with red dots.

"Starting from Tulsa, Oklahoma, all the way east, hundreds of vicious murders will break out in every city passing through. Ordinary citizens who originally had no criminal records or mental problems suddenly picked up

He used knives, ballpoint pens or other things to attack people around him crazily, which is obviously due to mental manipulation."

"You said she went all the way east?" Dio noticed that the number of deaths gradually increased as he went east. He vaguely grasped the key point of the problem.

Steve stared at the map and said: "Yes, if she follows this path, she will arrive in New York in up to 12 hours. After a long circle, she came back again, and revealed her destination clearly and without any clues.

hidden."

"She is throwing multiple-choice questions to us." Zhang Ming turned his pen. "Either we don't care about the lives of ordinary people and let her kill people in one city after another. Or we divide our troops and spend our energy to stop her. And once we disperse

If you open it, they will take the next step."

Zhang Ming seemed to see the sarcastic face of the superstar: Aren't you just setting traps to attract us in an open and honest manner? Then we will kill people in an open and honest manner.

The bet now is on who can keep his composure.

The stakes are human lives.

Compared with this gambling game that spans half of the United States, Zhang Ming is more worried about another problem.

He raised his head, and Director Fury across from him was also looking at him. From his eyes, they noticed that the other person was thinking about him.

Ever since the Superstar duo conceived this plan, they have given up their complacency as the five Obsidian generals. They no longer regard the earth as a playground where they can come and go freely, nor do they regard the Avengers as a group of bugs that can be stepped on at will.

They have truly integrated into the earth, and from the perspective of a super villain, combined with their experience in conquering countless planets, they use strategy and ruthlessness to compete with the Avengers.

This kind of opponent is always more difficult to deal with than the guy who rushes around.