Original God Traveler in Marvel

An abandoned factory in a train tunnel.

This is the best position to deal with traitors and spies, and the sound of the train whistle will cover the wailing of the enemy and the sound of evil breeding.

An old man in military uniform was fiddling with the things on the table. Pliers, hammers, and all kinds of knives passed through his hands.

"Sir, we got it."

A young man came up the stairs, and two people behind him came up with a woman on their shoulders.

The woman was wearing a little black dress. Although there was a cloth bag covering her head, it could be seen from her hot figure that she was definitely a sexy stunner.

The two men pressed the woman on a wooden chair, fixed her hands and legs with ropes, and stepped aside.

The old man gave the person next to him a look, and the other person understood the meaning and took off the woman's hood.

This is a delicate and charming face. She has beautiful red maroon wavy hair, and when her beautiful eyes are flowing, she seems to have infinite charm.

Her skin is fair and delicate, and her lips are full and bright red.

The old man looked at it carefully, and said with emotion with a smile:

"The famous Black Widow is just a vase."

Facing the fact that her identity as a spy had been exposed, the woman was very calm, and even got in the mood to tease,

"What? Is there anything else I can surprise you with?"

"Oh?" The old man's eyes fell on the woman's chest.

The beauty of the black widow is well known in their circle, but her beauty is a kind of poison, a deadly poison.

So many men tried to get her, but they were all brutally murdered.

Her beauty drives men crazy, makes women jealous, and makes all coveters die.

Looking away, the old man looked at the black widow with some pity:

"Tonight is not what I thought it would be."

If he hadn't discovered the woman's identity as a spy in advance, he really wanted to have a taste of this deadly beauty.

"I know what you think."

Now that the beauty trick is useless, Natasha immediately returned to her expressionless face:

"Believe me, this situation is better."

She can make a small sacrifice for the sake of the mission, but the goal of the mission in front of her is already ranked among the people she is least willing to contact.

"Who are you working for? Lermentov? Does he think we need his permission to ship?"

The old man is a general of Germany. He is highly respected on the surface, but secretly he is one of the leaders of an international arms reselling gang.

Natasha's task this time is to extract the contact person of this reselling line from him.

"Isn't General Solo Hob in charge of the export business?"

"Solohob? He's just a middleman." The old man sneered, "Your information is too outdated."

Listening to the old man's words, Natasha secretly smiled.

The idiot said everything, because Thorohob was already in their hands, and the cunning man kept insisting that he was just a low-level minion.

Knowing that Solohob's true identity is the role of a middleman this time, S.H.I.E.L.D. will gain a lot.

The old man was ignorant of the serious consequences his words would have. He walked up and down and came to the table.

Picking up the pliers, he let his hands grab the woman's chin.

"It's okay to tell you. After all, people who have broken their hands and feet, cut off their tongues, and burned their throats will not leak the news."

The old man said indifferently.

Holding the pliers in his right hand, he approached the black widow step by step.

Halfway through, he stopped suddenly, with a puzzled look on his face.

"what sound?"

The old man looked up at the ceiling.

"Ahhhh!"

"Bang"!

A figure fell from the sky, broke the roof, broke the beams and several steel bars, and fell directly on the old man.

The old man flew out all of a sudden, bumped to the side, and his head was bleeding.

"Damn!"

His men next to him immediately took out their pistols and aimed at the man who fell on the ground.

"who?!"

Natasha visually measured the distance between the ceiling and the ground, and couldn't help but have a question: How did the child fall from such a high position?

She could see clearly from her angle that the person who was in a big character shape with his face on the ground was indeed a half-grown child.

She has short white hair, a small leather vest, leather gloves, trousers, short boots, a strange pair of glasses on the top of her head, and a large satchel on her back.

The kid was dressed like an explorer.

"Well......"

The boy's fingers twitched, and his body seemed to regain consciousness.

Sitting up slowly with his hands on the ground, he supported his head with his hands, and stretched out his other hand to wipe under his nose with pain on his face.

"Ah, it's lucky that I didn't get a nosebleed this time."

Natasha couldn't help laughing, what's going on now, this kid's first concern was whether he had a nosebleed?

"Who are you?"

The subordinates of the old man next to him roared and questioned.

The boy was startled, he raised his head only to find that the people around him were looking at him vigilantly, and the weapons in their hands were still aimed at him, so he quickly got up from the ground.

"I, I.... I am Bennett, the leader of the Benny Adventure Group!"

He looked up at the windy roof with a guilty conscience, and waved his hands to them apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break your roof. I just tripped over a tuft of grass when I was walking down the mountain, so I rolled down the mountain. This house is just below the mountain... ..."

"Trust me! I really didn't lie."

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, those men still raised their weapons.

Bennett was very nervous. He rummaged around and explained:

"Please don't be angry, I will compensate, I have brought Mora with me when I go out this time."

The boy pulled out a cloth bag from his body. The cloth bag was small but covered with patches of various sizes.

"Great! The purse was not lost this time!"

Bennett breathed a sigh of relief, opened the cloth bag and reached in.

"Stab-"

Of five fingers, two protruded from behind Budaizi's buttocks.

"Um???"

The boy's eyes are wide open, what's the matter? !

Bennett turned the cloth bag over, and the big hole at the back of the cloth bag was showing his presence to him.

"what!?"

Bennett wanted to cry but raised his head in embarrassment, looked at the others, and stuttered:

"Broken...broken."

Seeing Bennett's expression and the hole behind his finger, the rest of the people couldn't help being stunned.

Where did the bad luck come from.

"nonsense!"

The old man who was knocked into the air by Bennett regained his senses. Holding the table, he pointed at the boy and said angrily:

"There are no such high mountains in the few kilometers around here, at most it is a small slope less than ten meters high next to the train track."

"Who sent you? You can't even make up lies. Think we are fools?"

The boy choked on his words, blushing and retorted:

"I'm telling the truth. Anyone taller than me is considered a mountain. It's normal to accidentally stumble on a mountain."

"Grandpa, don't worry. Although I have no money, I have skills. I can also be a bricklayer. I am familiar with repairing the roof. After all, my family has to repair the house every two days. My skills are definitely worthy of the name." The fire is perfect."

As Bennett said, he was about to find materials to mend the roof, but when he turned around, he saw Natasha tied to a chair.

As if he couldn't believe it, he rubbed his eyes, and carefully observed the surrounding environment and these ferocious men, and suddenly he was not in a hurry.

"I see, you're bad guys!" Bennett yelled.

He took out a sword from nowhere, held it in his right hand, and stood in front of Natasha.

"Big sister, don't be afraid, Bennett is here to protect you!"

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"I see, you are here to save the black widow."

The old man suddenly realized, he looked Bennett up and down, and smiled mockingly:

"Why, is there no one in your organization? Even the children have been sent out. What is this? A sword."

"Hahaha."

The old man pointed at the sword in Bennett's hand and laughed.

"You thought you could save someone with a broken sword. Why, do you still have a rule that minors can't hold guns?"

Bennett knew that the man was laughing at him, but he didn't care: "Whatever you say! I know, you must be human traffickers, I hate human traffickers the most!"

He pointed the tip of the sword at the old man and shouted: "Look at the sword!"

Bennett raised his sword over his shoulder, the backpack behind him shook due to his movement, and he leaned forward and lunged forward to slash.

His sword edge was shining with a cold light, and he went straight to the old man.

"Stop him!"

The old man's subordinates raised their guns and fired without any hesitation when they heard the order.

"Bang bang bang!"

Bennett turned around very quickly to dodge, he turned sideways, pointed the sword point at the subordinate's abdomen, unexpectedly, he just stepped on a small stone on the sole of his foot.

Unsteady on his feet, Bennett's right leg slipped back, causing him to fall to his knees, and the point of the sword in his hand deviated from its position.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The tragic cry spread in the space.

The subordinate's eyes were wide open, his lips were blue, and he couldn't speak a word, only moaning in pain.

The shrill cry is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it.

"You...you...you..." Bennett pointed with wide eyes at the sword in his hand, where it just hit the man two inches below the abdomen s position.

"I'm sorry, I hit you there, I'm sorry, I actually aimed at your stomach."

Seeing this, the others felt pain and did not dare to take it lightly. Their movements became faster. This time, they not only pointed their guns at Bennett, but also aimed at the black widow on the chair.

"Kid! Use your sword!"

Natasha threw her whole body forward, so frightened that Bennett's sword almost dropped from his hand.

"Big sister, don't get so close to me, you will be unlucky."

I don't know why, just like to prove the boy's words, Natasha's super-high-quality, bullet-proof and beautiful S.H.I.E.L.D. One sound.

Split!

Not only is the fork split, but it is also weirdly opened up and down together!

The bottom has become a cheongsam, the top....the top...Bennett dare not look!

"what!"

The boy was startled, he closed his eyes subconsciously, and turned his head away.

Snapped!Snapped!

There was the sound of the wooden chair falling to the ground, and the sound of the rope being cut. Everything happened within a few seconds.

Natasha regained her freedom. She looked at the boy with red ears, smiled and returned the sword to him.

"Be careful."

People around surrounded them, Bennett opened his eyes, he clenched the hilt of his sword, and began to fight.

"Hey! Ha!"

I saw him step up with his right foot and cut horizontally with the sword. After the blow was completed, he held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and made another sword at the back and upward.

The sword energy pierced through the air, and the white sword light was full of power, forcing the besieging crowd back in an instant.

His movements are swift and beautiful.

Natasha originally wanted to help the child, but when she saw this scene, she knew that the boy named Bennett had two tricks.

These people didn't even have a chance to shoot, so they were injured by the sword light in the boy's hand. Is it a problem with the sword, or a problem with people?Natasha thought about it.

She gave up the idea of ​​helping the attack, seeing the boy dazzled by the one-handed sword dance, and those men running around under his sword, they walked to the side of the man who was stabbed in a key part and fainted after howling.

Natasha unceremoniously pulled his leather jacket from the man, put on the clothes herself, and blocked the scenery on her chest.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

Seeing his subordinates running away under the attack of a kid, the old man yelled angrily. He called the people downstairs and asked them to shoot Bennett.

Bennett separated his feet, held the sword in both hands to charge, looked at the people around him, and snorted coldly:

"Don't come near me again! My sword has no eyes, it will kill you!"

"I advise you not to come here again, I don't want to hurt people."

But how could the old man listen to Bennett? He only felt that the kid was provoking him, so he ignored it and stepped aside. His subordinates knew that Bennett's sword was very powerful, so they deliberately Get some distance away and shoot.

But how could Bennett give them a chance? Seeing these bad guys, he couldn't persuade him, so he had no worries.

The red flame instantly spread to the blade of the sword, and the scorching heat adhered to it. He swiped the sword horizontally, jumped upwards, and then slashed downwards violently with the force of his fall.

"Burn it up!"

boom!

The flame formed a semi-fan shape along the downward trajectory of the sword body, drawing an arc in the air.

Bennett himself was also bounced by the recoil (??) of this powerful sword move, and his butt fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the muscles in that part of the boy were very strong, and the moment it touched the ground, it bounced him up completely.

Bennett turned over and knelt on one knee, slid for a short distance with his right hand on the ground, and stood up after releasing his strength.

After the sword was struck, the air seemed to be burning.

The sword was so powerful that those who were a few meters away were affected, and the flames rushed onto their clothes, and the ammunition in the gun barrel in their hands exploded immediately when it touched the flames.

For a moment, the flames froze and blood spattered.

At this time, the old man didn't care about attacking Bennett anymore, because his subordinates were all focused on putting out the flames on their bodies, screaming and wailing.

He who was hiding behind was accidentally, and a subordinate who was dodging the fire fell towards him, and the flames on his body suddenly caught the hem of his clothes.

"Ah! Ah!" The old man yelled, "Help! Help!"

After all, Bennett didn't want to really kill people. Seeing that these villains had no ability to fight back, and the old man was old enough to be considered a grandpa, he felt compassion for the old man.

"Wait, I'll go find water."

He hurriedly looked through the surrounding items, and found a small bucket with some green liquid in it. Bennett didn't bother to look at it, picked it up and left.

'jingle bell, jingle bell'

Natasha found the phone from the person whose clothes she took off, and pressed the connect button:

"Hey?"

"come back quickly."

Coulson said on the phone: "There is something urgent here."

"What's the hurry, I'm watching a good show now."

Facing the chaotic scene, Natasha's eyes were full of interest.

There were squeaks and crackles in the background on her side, and the crackling was very noisy.

"What sound?" Coulson frowned. "Are you watching orangutans at the zoo?"

Bennett lifted the wooden bucket and poured it on the old man.

"Ughhhhhh!!!!"

Unexpectedly, not only was the fire not extinguished, but it burst into flames with a single breath.

The smell of Japanese barbecue wafted from the old man's body.

"There is mustard chili oil in it!!"

Bennett was startled, and quickly put down the barrel: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He hurriedly picked up the fallen ceiling material and slapped the old man, trying to put out the fire with all his might.

But this house is full of steel and concrete, except the roof is pure wood. Bennett's pounce is equivalent to adding more firewood to the old man.

"Ahhh!"

The wood was burning, and the old man was about to burp.

"sorry Sorry!"

Bennett was ashamed and threw away the wooden plank in his hand. Accidentally, the wooden plank dropped his hand and hit his feet.

"Ouch."

Bennett, who had a severe pain in the back of his foot, hopped in pain. The well-placed wooden barrel tilted under the vibration and slid towards his calf.

boom!

As expected, Bennett swayed and fell backwards, hitting the barrel.

A corner of the wooden barrel was raised and flew out, and it was placed on the head of the old man who was still half-breathed.

The flames shrouded the barrel directly, the old man's body twitched twice, he let out a groan, and finally stopped.

"Pfft haha."

The tragedy of the old man and the boy's behavior of doing bad things while apologizing made Natasha's stomach hurt from laughing:

"God, Coulson, you don't know how funny this is."

However, what Coulson said made Natasha's smile disappear instantly:

"Natasha, Button has been brainwashed."