Son of Marvel’s God

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Chapter 31 Young People

"Unstoppable!" Accompanied by a cry from the bright consul. A powerful plasma lightning shock wave rushed outside. Normal vehicles and walls have no way to resist this powerful energy impact.

This is not a normal attack, it is the power gained by sacrificing two Templars of Light.

Every Protoss warrior is Protoss' most precious resource, they are more important than anything. Even those enthusiasts who rush to the front of the battlefield have instant teleportation devices.

Because of racial fertility and other reasons, the population of Protoss has never been as large as expected.

In more cases, Protoss relied on high-tech equipment such as drones to fight. For example, sentinel robots are also drone groups of aircraft carriers.

It's just that the light from the bright consul in front of him is not the kind of blue and white light. It was **** red.

Like a bright consul coming out of the **** sea of ​​corpses.

This is not the first time Mark has met the bright consul. He had encountered these powerful fighters before fighting Emmen. But in front of him, the consul gave Mark a strange feeling.

"This is the union of my two most loyal subordinates. Now he has a new name. Nadu." Emmon's voice sounded again.

Mark did not respond to Emmon's words, but followed Nadu and rushed out.

Mark wants to escape from here in the fastest time. As for the bright consul ... If the two guys shot this world, they might be able to suppress it. Even if others can hurt, it is definitely not fatal.

Like all the reptiles before, Mark clearly can be cleaned up, but Mark does n’t have the skill and is not his own.

"Archbishop Mark, we are about to send, please stay by my side and I will protect you."

"What?" Mark's black face questioned. What the **** is the Archbishop? Other title marks are acceptable, but this title mark is not acceptable!

But now is not the time to talk about these things. With a flicker of white light, Mark and Nadu were transmitted to places tens of kilometers away.

Originally still shining, Nadu became languishing, as if it was lack of electricity.

"Archbishop I need to return to rest, please pay attention to your safety. EntaroAmon."

Another teleport, Nadu disappeared.

If it were n’t the last sentence, Mark thought he had seen the soldiers he once knew!

what a pity……

Among the Mark Villas in New York.

During this time Mark is away, and Mark's phone is turned off. The young reporter was very worried about Mark. The previous events have been hyped to the extreme.

After all, paper cannot cover the fire, and there are too many witnesses, even if the Hydra wants to suppress it is unlikely.

So at this time, Hydra began to guide the direction of public opinion. Push everything to the two police officers and the New York State Administration.

The situation of the New York Police Department, which had been so famous, is even worse.

Mark's phone has never been able to get through, and the New York Police Department is going crazy, and the parties will come out without conspiracy theories.

Expect the rumors to stop at the wise, but still hope that the real money is lost. In this world of entertainment to death and the Internet, everyone is hiding behind the keyboard and doing what they think they are superheroes.

Especially in this world, the superheroes in this world are constantly demanding. I completely forgot who risked his life to protect the city.

Sheng Mi En, Dou Mi Qiu. This sentence is probably the best interpretation!

"The sky that looked up is the sky of Tyron ..." This famous satellite lighting in the interstellar world was also brought into Marvel's world by Mark's cover, and now has become Mark's mobile ringtone.

"Which one?"

"Where did you go Mark? Why didn't you get a call during this time! Are you imprisoned?"

A few consecutive questions made Mark a little bit overwhelmed. What is this and what! But Mark, the caller, was heard by the young reporter Yrel.

"I said my big reporter, I'm fine, don't you be so anxious? How about finding a place to have a meal, and talk slowly." Mark said, touching his a little hungry stomach.

"Chinatown, Orange Cat Cousin Hotpot." The reporter hung up after reporting an address.

When Mark smiled, he took the little reporter to go once, and the little reporter remembered the name of the hot pot restaurant. It was really ...

Sure enough, no one can refuse the power of hot pot.

Orange cat cousin hot pot shop.

The boss of someone who becomes a little cousin is a fat man like an orange cat. In his twenties, he followed his parents to open this hot pot restaurant in this Chinatown.

Because the taste has always been great, it has been taken care of by many regular customers.

Carrying guests off is like snowballing. The business has grown, but the boss still runs errands himself.

Have a drink with a familiar old customer from time to time.

It can be said to be a very friendly boss.

"Cousin, spicy pot, don't make that drooling. I want Sichuan to drip! I want Ba Shidi." Mark sitting on this shouted to the boss.

The boss smiled when he heard the dialect in this hometown. Although he lived in the United States in his tenth year, his parents still like to speak in dialect. Nothing makes people feel at ease.

Foreign country, a sentence from home, I am afraid it is the best comfort!

Waiting for the pot, Mark looked at the little reporter looking like a monster in front of him and said, "What's the matter? Don't you like to adjust the sauce? And don't you buy some milk tea or something? Don't blame me when it's spicy ! Hahaha. "

Remembering how the young reporter was spiced last time, Mark just wanted to laugh.

"嘁! I'm not what I was! I went to a Sichuan restaurant before and ate the authentic Zuo Zongtang chicken there. I will never be the same again!" Yrel said confidently.

Mark didn't hit her, something like Zuo Zongtang chicken ... Chinese food? Do not make jokes.

"Come on! Eat well!" The boss came to the two with hot pot.

...

"Water! Give me water! No ... I want milk ... Haha!" The reporter said, looking at Mark with red tongue and red eyes.

Mark didn't move and smiled aside, looking at her embarrassment.

"Young man, you are still too young." Mark said as he pulled a piece of fur belly out of the pot.

But just put it in my mouth ...

So the two foreigners were drinking milk with red eyes.

The boss at the counter, looking at the situation there, smiled and said, "Young man."

There were two last week and one this week ...

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