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

The woman's voice was obviously low and cold, but Coachella unexpectedly heard a hint of tenderness in it.

She looked at the hypocrite Epstein who was dragging her into the abyss not far away. His originally straight, handmade custom suit had now become wrinkled, like a leaf ravaged by a strong wind. The expensive tie was tilted to the side, hanging loosely around his neck. The collar of his white shirt was full of stains, and several places were torn, revealing red scratches.

At this moment, those eyes were filled with fear and panic, and the arrogance of the past had long disappeared.

There was a scratch on his fat cheek, mixed with sweat and dust, and he looked extremely disheveled. His legs were trembling slightly, and there were faint traces of unknown liquid on his suit pants.

Coachella looked at Epstein and suddenly felt a force that dispelled the fear in her heart at this moment.

At the beginning, she just wanted to have a job that could support herself!

Why should she suffer all this!

It’s all this person!

Tears flowed from Coachella's eyes. Through her blurred vision, she saw the fallen red wine bottle at her feet. However, the swelling and pain in her ankle did not affect her action of picking up the bottle at all.

She raised her hand, her arm muscles trembling slightly from the effort.

Then the bottle drew a sharp arc in the air, and with a loud bang, the red wine bottle hit Epstein's head hard.

"Snapped!!"

Glass fragments flew everywhere and red wine spilled in the air. Efasstein staggered back by the sudden blow, an expression of pain and disbelief on his face.

He stood there as if he had been hit dazed, and felt a strange sensation on his forehead.

It was as if some liquid was slowly flowing down his forehead.

An inexplicable feeling of uneasiness surged in his heart, and Efastan subconsciously reached out to touch his forehead.

When his fingers touched the wet liquid, his heart sank.

The fingers were covered with bright red blood, which was particularly glaring under the light, and then pain came.

"You bastard!"

Epstein stared with wide eyes at the "young actress" who threw a bottle at him. The fat on his face trembled with anger, and then he started cursing.

His eyes were full of anger, as if he wanted to burn the person in front of him to ashes.

Epstein roared, but he didn't even remember Coachella's name.

After all, he had too many actors under his command. For an 'actress' like this, he would often only instruct her on her acting skills a few times at night, and would soon get bored and not even remember who she was.

At this time, Coachella's eyes were red, and her anger made her completely get rid of her fear of Epstein.

Without saying a word, she bent down again, picked up a wine bottle, held it tightly in her hand, raised her arm high, and then smashed it on the man's head at an extremely fast speed.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the wine bottle fell again, but Efastan, who was prepared, pulled a boy hiding nearby to block it in front of him.

Effastine's face was filled with horror, blood kept flowing down his forehead, staining the sleeves of his suit red.

He dragged his fat body and ran away in panic, looking as clumsy as a frightened hippopotamus.

Along the way, Efasstein kept pulling boys and girls over to serve as his shields and protection. As he walked, he pushed down the tall champagne tower, and the expensive champagne spilled all over the ground.

He also threw the golden plate filled with delicious delicacies around, and the plate flew in the air, scattering food everywhere.

Efasstein ran and cursed, his voice full of anger and unwillingness.

He covered his bleeding forehead tightly with the sleeve of his suit, and kept looking around, looking for a chance to escape.

Trying his best to create chaos, Efasstein took laborious steps and ran towards the secret door. He had only one thought in his mind: as long as he didn't die, he could start over again.

If this island is gone, he can build an identical one somewhere else, or even better than this one!

By pushing open the little boy who was blocking the secret door, Efasstein could immediately touch the handle that represented "freedom".

At this moment, he suddenly heard a sneer in his ears.

As if by reflex, Effastine looked back.

The white-haired woman more than ten meters away was still standing there, but Efastan seemed to see a hint of sarcasm flashing across the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, Efasstein's breathing became rapid, his nostrils flared wildly, his cheek muscles tensed, and he rubbed his eyes twice with a pale face.

That woman!

That woman!!

Her figure was like a malfunctioning electronic image on a screen, as if caught in a chaotic storm.

The colorful pictures flashed, and the originally clear lines became blurred, sometimes flashing dazzling white light, and sometimes falling into black and red silence, all this happened in the blink of an eye.

An intense feeling of fear surged into Effastine's heart like a tide. He pressed the door handle frantically with trembling hands, and his urgent movements seemed as if he was looking for the last straw.

However, the moment his fingers touched the door handle, he suddenly felt a lightness.

A flash of red that was difficult for the naked eye to capture flashed by like lightning, so fast that it was almost unnoticeable.

pat.

A slight sound was heard.

Something fell to the ground.

Efastan's gaze subconsciously followed, as if being pulled by a mysterious force.

The next second, he saw clearly what was rolling on the ground.

It was a familiar-looking door handle, with a fat hand that was half the size of a forearm attached to it.

The speed of the man's attack was so fast that the blood from the wound on Qiqi's arm seemed to pause for a second before gushing out.

The bright red blood spread rapidly on the ground like a flood.

Efasstein stared blankly, as if time had stopped at this moment.

His mind went blank, unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

Two seconds later, a sharp pain like a blade piercing his bones came over him like a tidal wave, as if countless steel needles were piercing his nerves frantically. The pain was so intense that Efasstein had to look at his right hand.

There was nothing there except for the constantly spurting blood, and the once familiar arm had disappeared.

The blood spurted out of control like a fountain, splashing in the air and gathering on the ground into a shocking pool of blood.

“Ah ...

Effesstein screamed in despair.

The sound was like a wounded beast roaring in pain, full of fear, pain and despair.

He used his intact hand to tightly cover the "bleeding" cut on his right arm, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. However, the blood still flowed out from between his fingers and could not be stopped.

He looked fiercely at the culprit who caused all this.

The next second, Efasstein seemed to have all his strength drained away and fell heavily to the ground.

The white-haired woman held a blood-red sickle with red and black intertwined in her hand and looked down at him condescendingly.

The sickle emitted a strange light, as if it had just been taken out of the furnace of hell.

The woman's eyes were cold and empty, without a trace of emotion in her inhuman pupils, like a devil from hell harvesting souls. She stood there quietly, like a lifeless statue, but exuding a chilling aura.

Efasstein looked at her, his heart filled with endless fear, as if he had been tightly shrouded by the shadow of death.

despair. despair. despair.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Epstein tried to beg for mercy, but in extreme fear, he only made a few hoarse sounds in his throat.

The woman walked towards him step by step.

boom!

Efastan felt a sudden pain in his chest, as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

The severe pain spread instantly, almost suffocating him.

His vision was completely shifted, and the world that was originally focused became blurry and distorted.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a huge pressure on his right cheek. The sole of the woman's high-heeled shoe stepped on his face mercilessly. The powerful force made his cheek bone seem to be crushed and his skin was squeezed and deformed. The originally plump face was now distorted beyond recognition.

There was no time to let out a wail.

"Puff!" A terrifying sound was heard, and the slender and sharp heel pierced Epstein's temple fiercely.

The expression on Efastan's face froze into a horrifying picture. His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets. The eyes that were originally filled with fear were now filled with astonishment, as if he could not believe this sudden fatal blow.

His face was as pale as paper, devoid of the blood in his life.

The once arrogant face now only showed endless despair and emptiness. The slender and sharp heels seemed to be the rod of fate, ruthlessly ending his life.

Lin Ze, who was watching the game remotely, was very excited:

【Dad stepped on me! ! 】

"puff--!!!"

At the same time, Tony, who was holding a glass of whiskey, was frightened by Lin Ze's sudden shout and sprayed out a mouthful of whiskey, instantly turning into a spray bottle.

Tony widened his beautiful caramel eyes and looked at the traveler opposite him who "invited" him, his eyes full of surprise.

【What?!!】

【Oh..my..fucking...】

Tony's lips opened and closed, and he was struggling in his mind for 2 seconds.

Then he called in Vision.

Tony: "Do me a favor, man. Throw that pervert in red tights off the roof."

Vision: “?”

"May I remind you, sir, that Stark Tower has 93 floors."

Tony wiped the wine off his chin with his collar, glanced at the traveler whose cheeks were flushed and seemed drunk, and said calmly: "I know."

"..."

Vision scanned the room and immediately found Deadpool stripping on a table in the corner.

"I'll go now."

3 seconds later

Deadpool free falling in the air: ???