Marvel Celestial Master

Washington, Ronald Reagan Airport.

In the first-class waiting room, the lights were dim and the smell of incense filled the air.

There is a gray-black plush carpet under your feet, which is soft and comfortable to step on.

There is a cup of oolong tea on the table. It has a rich aroma, but it tastes a little bland.

Rorschach sat on the sofa and fell asleep with a copy of Harry Potter, which he took from the big bookshelf next to him.

I don’t know what it means to have a big bookshelf in the waiting room, which is full of children’s books.

Maybe it's to prevent those little kids from running around and breaking things... He thought out of boredom.

It rained heavily outside again, raindrops pattered on the windows, and water vapor drifted into the room along the gaps between the windows.

"The flight will be delayed again..." Rorschach sighed.

"Sorry sir, I regret to inform you that your flight from Washington to Boston may arrive at the airport a little later." Someone opened the door and walked in. It was a tall stewardess with delicate features.

Rorschach nodded and continued to stare at the book in his hand.

It's not that he doesn't like Harry Potter, it's just that he has passed the age of worshiping magic.

What's more, in the eyes of ordinary people, he is also one of those with magic.

"Sir, could you... could you please give me your contact information?"

Rorschach raised his head and found that the stewardess had not left yet, standing on the carpet and looking at his face.

"Nothing else. Our airline needs to collect customer reviews, so..."

The blonde flight attendant's face turned slightly red and her voice became quieter and quieter.

Rorschach nodded, took out a tissue and wrote his number on it.

Like a child who got a favorite toy, the stewardess quietly waved her fist and left with a smile.

Rorschach lay back on the sofa again, staring blankly at the book in his hand.

America is more open, girls are more relaxed, and they are quite bold when they meet boys they like.

The matter of having his license plate copied while walking on the street already felt like a familiar road to him.

"Brother, I think I was so popular when I had hair!" The bald man on the sofa opposite touched the top of his head and gave Rorschach a thumbs up.

"You don't look bad now. Mature men always have a different kind of charm." Luo Xia glanced at him and nodded somewhat against his will.

"Hahahaha, young people are really good at talking. My name is Mark, and I am a casting director in Hollywood. I am very optimistic about you. Are you interested in entering the film and television industry?" The uncle laughed heartily and handed over a business card.

Rorschach took it with a smile and observed it for a moment.

The background color of the business card is black, with a gold edge. The information on it is very simple, only the name and contact number.

"Ryan Mark...nice to meet you sir, I think we may have the opportunity to work together in the future." Rorschach put the business card into his pocket and shook hands with the middle-aged uncle.

Mark looked at Rorschach's face carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became. In fact, he was not a casting director at all, but a well-known screenwriter and famous director in Hollywood.

He has become popular with many well-known movie stars and has a very high status in the film and television industry.

It stands to reason that he has gone through the stage of focusing on the appearance of an actor, having seen a lot of things.

But today the situation is completely different!

It was the first time in his life that he had seen such a stunning appearance. As long as this young man could join the movie he was preparing, it would definitely be a hit at the box office!

He could even imagine the heated scene in the cinema after the movie was released.

"Listen, there is a big production in preparation now, and the starring position is still vacant. If you are interested..." Mark sat upright and took out his laptop from his briefcase.

"Okay, Mr. Mark. There will be opportunities in the future. Sorry, excuse me." Listening to the middle-aged man opposite, Luo Xia rubbed his forehead and stood up.

He forcibly ended the topic. Although this behavior was not very gentlemanly, he was really not in the mood to discuss these things now.

Rorschach walked straight out of the waiting room, turned around and hid in the smoking room.

Leaning against the dusty wall, he fumbled in his suit jacket pocket, took out a pack of flue-cured cigarettes, took one out and lit it.

The suit was sent by Coulson. After all, it was always inappropriate to meet Old Hammer's widow in casual clothes.

Watching the misty smoke rising, Luo Xia had many thoughts in her heart.

The case has come to an end, and S.H.I.E.L.D. has taken over everything in the Cape Town community.

Rorschach didn't tell them much, but told them that Coulson must not hypnotize anyone in this case.

SHIELD is still a scumbag with a combat power of 5, and only one Captain Marvel can fight a little.

It may not be a good thing for them to be caught by Jormungandr's eyes too early.

Rorschach asked Coulson to temporarily keep the eternal gun Gungnir, while he took the somewhat broken crystal with him and planned to meet Old Hammer's wife and children.

He promised Old Hammer that he would take care of Emily.

[Greenwood's Headless Massacre] has ended, but a higher-level war has just begun.

What was destroyed in the dream realm was only a small part of Jormungandr's will to escape the seal.

The true form of this giant snake was still peering at him silently in the endless deep sea.

The prophesied Ragnarok is not far away, and Jörmungandr will soon make a comeback.

And when the time comes, he will be the first to be swallowed.

Rorschach didn't have much ambition at all. Everything he did when he came to this world was just to survive.

So after getting the system, he practiced hard and tried every means to become stronger as allowed by the rules.

But, he is still too weak...

Before handling this case, he often felt lonely and out of tune with the entire world.

It seems that everyone living in this world is just a character in a movie and animation, rather than a flesh-and-blood person.

He didn't know until he met Old Hammer and Bablu.

It turns out that people in this world all have joys, sorrows and joys.

They will be afraid, they will bleed, and they will have happy or miserable lives.

There will be moments of highlight in their lives, and there will also be times of emotional breakdown.

It turns out that they are also going to die...

And I am just a mortal, I just have one more system than them...

"Passengers taking flight B1577 from Washington to Boston can board the plane with their tickets!"

An announcement suddenly sounded from the speakers outside, interrupting Rorschach's thoughts.

He finally lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette, then put the remaining half of the flue-cured tobacco upside down in the ashtray, just like what Old Hammer did back then.

"Damn, I really want to go home..." Luo Xia muttered in Chinese and left the smoking room without looking back.