Miss Clown subverts Marvel

The black man in the restaurant stood up suddenly, picked up the half-eaten food, and placed it on the food processing table in the restaurant. He felt that he might not be able to stay in this restaurant because he always had the tendency to be eaten by others. The illusion of staring from behind.

After leaving the restaurant, the black man scratched his neck, frowned and thought, if someone intentionally put this drop of blood on his neck, then he would have to think about whether he had offended someone on earth. .

Perhaps Harley would never have thought that the true identity of an ordinary diner she randomly took a fancy to in the restaurant would be far beyond her imagination.

The man's name was Sigurd, and he was the legendary number one warrior in Asgard under Odin and Hela. Because he was dissatisfied with the internal fighting in Asgard, he sealed his weapons and left quietly without disturbing anyone. Asgard.

More than 600 years have passed since he left Asgard. Over the years, he has been wandering the earth, living an anonymous life, and has never participated in any major events on this planet.

And he came to the United States only in the past 50 years. In these 50 years, in order to cover up the fact that he will not age, he has been traveling between states, and never interacted with the local humans. There is too deep a connection, so he believes that he will never become enemies with anyone.

Moreover, Sigurd does not think he is a handsome guy. His appearance is at the lowest level among all Asgardians, so it is impossible for strangers to take a liking to him.

In this way, things become interesting. An unknown guy actually used a frighteningly corrosive virus to infect a stranger. This must be a crazy thing to do.

If the lunatic said that the other person was insane, Sigurd suddenly had a guess: Could this person be an extreme racist?

Sigurd spent a long time in the Americas and Europe, and also encountered so-called slave-catching teams and slave owners. Naturally, he knew how ignorant and paranoid those humans were. During the most rampant years of colonialism, he visited the slave team every once in a while. I can meet several groups of these guys in a few days, or even sometimes in a day, so I am quite familiar with these guys who have bad brains.

Thinking about it this way, it made sense. It seemed that he was the only black person dining in the restaurant at that time, so it was understandable for the other party to attack him. Sigurd suddenly felt that he understood everything.

Although Sigurd had long chosen to be an idle cloud and wild crane, he had indeed left no records or shadows over the years. He usually tolerated and let go of bad things, but now that the other party clearly wanted his life, even if No matter how good-tempered he is, he is still somewhat angry.

It is not a good thing in society to leave such a dangerous guy alone, so he wants to find out about this matter, investigate who is responsible for him and who is spreading this terrible virus, and then kill these people in one fell swoop.

Confirming his thoughts, Sigurd took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of an acquaintance. He wanted to seek professional help.

"toot toot"

The dialing sound echoed in the narrow alley, and as the call was connected, a voice full of charming tone rang on the phone:

"Sigurd"

What people didn't expect was that when he heard this voice, Sigurd, who was still serious at first, changed his expression instantly. He smiled flatteringly and said in a humble and soft voice:

"Yes, it's me, Lorelai, are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fine. Haven't you been avoiding me lately? Why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

Hearing this question, Sigurd became excited instantly, and the longing and desire on his face almost overflowed.

"Of course I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you~"

The tall and thick man suddenly became bored, and a helpless sigh came from the other end of the phone. The female voice suddenly became cold, and she yelled:

"calm"

Hearing these two words, Sigurd suddenly woke up with a face full of spring. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with some horror, feeling a little ashamed of his gaffe.

"Sorry, I lost my temper."

"It's okay, just tell me why you're looking for me."

"Ok."

The woman on the other end of the phone is also an Asgardian. She is the sister of the famous witch Amora, known as the banshee Lorelei.Lorelai has an innate talent, her voice, which can force any man to obey her, but this ability has no effect on the same sex.

In the face of her ability, anyone with a weak will may be mentally controlled at any time. She has no way to control this. The reason why Sigurd is ashamed is that he has been on the earth for thousands of years. His strength was so weak that even making a phone call would be affected, which made him feel ashamed of himself, the former No. [-] warrior in Immortal Palace.

Lorelei is similar to her AWOL self. She is a fugitive from Asgard to Earth, and the crime she committed is abetting.

The reason why Sigurd thought of asking Lorelai to help him was because Lorelai's occupation on Earth was a habitual thief. She had her own team, an all-female theft gang.

Each of these women has a variety of powerful skills, and many of them are good at networking and investigation and tracking. She is a big boss. With the help of this group of thieves, Sigurd is sure to catch the man who wants to kill him. own guy.

After listening to Sigurd carefully explain what happened to him, Lorelai asked in a funny tone:

"So, the reason why the famous No. [-] warrior in Immortal Palace came to me is to seek revenge from an ordinary human organization."

"Once upon a time, now I am just a fugitive."

Sigurd corrected him immediately.

"Hahaha~"

Lorelai couldn't help but laugh when she heard the harsh words of this self-destructive guy, but she didn't hold on to this point because it would be bad if he really angered him later. After all, she still wanted to start from This guy makes money from it.

"Okay, we agree to your request, but how much do you plan to pay?"

Seeing that the other party no longer ridiculed him, Sigurd breathed a sigh of relief. He had wandered on the earth for thousands of years and had discovered many treasures. He still had a lot of savings. He squeezed the phone tightly and spoke in a tentative tone. Asked:

"$100"

"Are you sending beggars away for at least 1000 million US dollars? We are world-famous international thieves. If you offer such a small amount, I'm afraid my companions won't even bother to go out."

Sigurd suddenly felt a little distressed. He didn't know the identity of the guy who attacked him, and whether it was worth it. But since he had already fired his bow, there was no turning back. He gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Okay, just 1000 million."