Original God plus Marvel: Meet Thanos and start calling for help

Paimon's celebration banquet plan was ultimately not implemented because of the complicated disputes among Iron Man, Winter Soldier and Captain America. Lin Ze spent the rest of the day trying to mediate the dispute.

Time flew by and in the blink of an eye it was dark.

Tony fought till he was exhausted, until he saw Qiqi, who was so tired from treating himself and the captain that he couldn't even lift his hands, that he gradually calmed down.

"You can't protect him forever, Steve Rogers. I don't care who he is to you. To me, he is an executioner."

"A cold-blooded killing machine. I hope you understand this clearly!"

Tony took off the mask of the mecha, and his face was covered with water, making it hard to tell whether it was sweat or tears.

He panted, walked around Steve who was standing in front of the Winter Soldier, and walked towards Qiqi.

Tony took the girl's hand and walked away slowly, step by step.

The sunlight shining on their bodies is clearly a warm color, but in everyone's eyes at this moment, it reveals a sense of loneliness.

After walking for a while, Qiqi clenched the big hand that was wrapped around her palm. She raised her head, shook it gently, and whispered quietly:

"Mr. Tony..."

"Don't cry..."

While comforting Tony, Qiqi stood on tiptoes and tried to wipe the tears from the corners of Tony's eyes.

"I'm not crying, I just..."

Tony forced a smile at Qiqi: "It's just too hot and stuffy in the mech."

To be honest, even a fool wouldn't believe what he said.

If Lin Ze was present, he would describe it as: This smile is like crying, so ugly.

"...Liar."

Qiqi pouted, she seemed a little depressed.

I felt depressed because I couldn't help Mr. Tony.

Tony felt a warm feeling in his heart as he looked at the girl's serious expression.

This warm feeling gave him some strength.

The moment he learned the truth about his parents' death, he really went crazy, and all he wanted to do was kill his enemy immediately.

But after fighting for so long, he clearly understood that with Captain America around, Steve would not allow him to hurt his 'Bucky'.

Even if he really succeeded in killing that person, could it change the ending?

A man who has forgotten even himself, a man who has betrayed even his faith and his country.

What can I get in return by killing him except venting my anger?

What a ridiculous thing this is.

Perhaps staying alive is the most profound punishment for Bucky Barnes.

When he thinks back on everything and realizes the irreversible consequences of what he has done, the guilt and regret will make it impossible for him to ever forgive himself.

This is the most vicious retribution for anyone who still has a conscience.

Tony closed his eyes and calmed down.

Jarvis' voice came from inside the mecha.

'Sir, Miss Potts has returned and is asking where you and the children have been. Do you want me to tell her all about it?'

"...Tell the truth. I don't want to hide anything from her."

Tony wiped his face and pulled himself together.

He tidied himself up to make himself look less disheveled, then picked up Qiqi beside him, and the thrusters under his feet ignited flames again.

"Let's go home."

...

The others stood in front of the ruined building and watched the two figures, one big and one small, leave and gradually disappear from their sight.

Lin Ze took a deep breath and looked at Steve who was standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do:

"Captain, Tony also has his own difficulties."

"I understand, I just..."

Steve hesitated to speak. When he learned why Tony was so angry, he felt mixed emotions.

This is the most serious judgment for Bucky. All the lives lost in his hands are the original sins that he will have to bear and pay for in his lifetime.

"What you need is time. Talk to Tony more in the future."

Everyone has their own difficulties. Lin Ze looked at the man who was sitting on the ground, gasping for breath, with wounds of all sizes on his face and body.

He used to be a Hydra male model with good looks, but now he has turned into a pig-headed Winter Soldier.

As if sensing this inquiring gaze, Buggy’s gaze popped out from between his swollen eyelids.

Lin Ze:......

It seems that our Qiqi is indeed angry.

Not far away, one Hydra after another was handcuffed and escorted into cars. Any SHIELD agent who saw that scene would never forget it.

Next, not only Hydra, but also the remaining SHIELD agents will face the most rigorous investigation.

For these agents.

Today is by no means the end.

Rather, a new beginning.

......

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Stark Tower

"Oh my god, you've raised shit, it stinks!"

More than half a year later, when Seros raided someone's boudoir again, he was so choked that he ran to the balcony to hide before he had even stayed there for a minute.

"Boss!!!"

Lin Ze, who was holding a plastic bag and preparing to throw it away, was so happy when he saw the figure running out.

So he picked up the things in his hands and started chasing after him.

"Where are you going, my man? Why are you running away when you see me?!"

"You, you, you, put down the biological weapons in your hands first! Then talk to me!"

Seros curled up, pointed at the plastic bag in Lin Ze's hand with disgust, covered his nose with one hand, and burst into tears.

"This smell! It's an eyesore!"

"Oh! Oh! Wait a minute."

Lin Ze ran out, handed the garbage to the little robot at the door, and hurried back to find the 'Dear Seros' he had been thinking about day and night.

"hu~hu~"

After breathing in the fresh air outside for a while, Seros finally came to his senses.

"You're committing murder, do you know that?"

He accused Lin Ze who looked innocent.

"No, that was a piece of African fruit that Bennett, Tartaglia and their team sent back from Indonesia after they went there to 'suppress the rebellion'."

"But... maybe the express delivery service there is not very developed. When I received it, it had already turned into this. This is the smell of fermented fruit."

Lin Ze embarrassedly fanned the air around him. He had opened the window and asked Jarvis to turn on the exhaust, but the smell was still very strong for a short time.

"How have you been lately?"

After a pause, Seros asked calmly.

"It's OK. I was busy for a while and I just got some free time these days."

"By the way, Boss, come here, have you found the whereabouts of my Chen Ge Pot?!"

He has been running around for the past few months, searching for the remnants of Hydra.

They slept in the open air, sometimes even using the sky as a cover when sleeping. Paimon, who followed him, felt a lot lighter. As soon as he returned to New York, he stuck to Tony and clamored for delicious cake.

After finally getting some time, Lin Ze rested for only two days before he realized that the new year was almost approaching.

Even the little fool Peter started to ask Barbara in a roundabout way when her birthday was.

There is not even a trace of his exclusive NPC, Boss Seros.

So, when Seros suddenly arrived today, Lin Ze was really surprised.

Of course he would first care about his own "personal interests".

"Tsk, you can't say anything else to me when you see me, except drawing cards and getting free stuff."

Seeing Lin Ze's impatient look, Seros felt helpless and amused: "Okay, okay, here's your pot. I'll give it to you."

He pulled something out of his briefcase and handed it over.

Lin Ze took it with both hands happily and respectfully, and looked at it excitedly.

But as he watched, he felt something was not right.

"Isn't that right?"

Lin Ze yelled.

When Seros heard this, he turned his head and frowned:

"What's wrong? Is there a leak in the pot?"

"That's not it."

Lin Ze stroked the Chen Ge pot in his hand and muttered, "Boss, have you been deceived?"

"Why does my pot look different from the one in the game? The pot that Grandma Ping gave me doesn't look like this?"

Not to mention the pot in the game, which looks plain but actually has a lot of hidden patterns, it feels like porcelain at least. The one in his hand...

Lin Ze stretched out his hand and tapped the surface of the pot with his fingers. The veins in his temples could no longer be suppressed when he heard the sound:

"What is this? This is it!"

"Why is my Chen Ge pot made of plastic?"