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

The nun raised her head and looked at the young man with a gloomy look in her eyes:

"Have you laughed enough?"

"Dadalia!"

"Oh, enough laughing, enough laughing."

Tartaglia wiped away his tears, stood up and walked towards the nun. As he moved, the scarf fixed on his chest swung back and forth from his left shoulder, which looked very beautiful.

"Thank you, Rosalia."

The young man blinked his blue eyes mischievously: "We've received a message from New York. We can leave now."

"Hmph. I can finally be free."

The nun took off her headscarf and her nun's uniform, revealing her stunning body.

She tightened the straps around her legs and tore off the cross 'ornament' on her chest.

"Let's go. I wonder where the little girl has gone to sleep in again. We have to go find her."

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In the park outside the church, a bearded man was sitting on a bench, reading a newspaper seriously.

Tartaglia took a long step and sat down at the other end of the bench. He crossed his legs and put his hands on the back of the bench.

The bearded man glanced at him and covered his face with the newspaper.

"Well, it's a nice day today, isn't it?"

The young man's voice was brisk and clear, as if he was talking to himself.

Rosalia took a bag of corn kernels and gently scattered them on the open space, attracting a scramble from the surrounding pigeons.

Passersby couldn't help but look over here, constantly looking at the woman.

"See that pretty girl over there? She's so loving."

Tartaglia pointed at the bearded man.

"She shouldn't have used corn kernels. Pigeons only have the strength to fly if they eat meat, and the wind is just right today."

The bearded man put down the newspaper, his eyes narrowed with deep thought in them, his voice was hoarse, and he sounded like an extremely old man.

He glanced at the young man and asked a question in a deep voice:

"You, do you hear the sound of the wind?"

Tartaglia raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile: "I heard that there was a breath of dispute in the wind. He said..."

“[Hey~Hey~]”

The code is correct and the connection is successful.

The bearded man's eyes sparkled brightly in the sunlight, and he held out his hand to the young man:

"Nice to meet you, sir. I'm Phil Coulson."

"Hello Coulson, you can also call me Tartaglia."

After the woman finished feeding the pigeons, she shook off the crumbs in her hands and walked over to the bench.

"I'm Rosalia."

She said coldly to the bearded man.

"Hello, Sister Coulson." The bearded man rolled his eyes and looked around, a little confused: "I remember the notice said that we should have one more member."

"She's already here."

As he spoke, Tartaglia brought out a round object that looked like a tumbler from the shade of the tree behind the bench.

"Wow, it's heavy."

The young man raised his finger and tapped the tumbler gently:

"Ding ding ding, little cat~ wake up."

boom!

A puff of smoke rose, and a little girl rubbed her eyes and appeared in front of Coulson.

"Is it...morning already?"

The little girl was wearing a cute animal costume with two furry ears on her hat and a long smooth tail behind her butt.

She slapped Tartaglia's hand away with a 'snap' and covered her head with her hands, her sleepy eyes filled with disgust.

"Don't touch Zaoyou's head! You won't grow taller!"

Tartaglia curled his lips, put his hands back and muttered:

"I haven't touched it yet."

Only then did Coulson realize that the little girl had been secretly watching him for a long time without knowing it.

"This must be the '貉'."

According to the information conveyed by the Director, the three members of this secret operation are:

The young master, the nun, and the raccoon dog are all present.

The disguised Coulson led a few people into an old-fashioned street in twists and turns.

I came to a record store at the very back, walked into the basement, opened the door, and there was another world inside.

The room is not messy, but rather very simple and clean. The only difference is the display screens and computer monitors that fill the walls.

Coulson pulled out his beard, shaved off the fake tissue on his face, straightened his hunched back, took out the heterochromatic contact lenses on his eyes, and revealed his true face to the few people.

His expression was serious, but there was a look of joy in his eyes.

"Thank you for your help guys. What I am about to say now is very important."

He turned on the display screens that covered the entire wall, which were densely covered with photos and information of various people.

"A few months ago, I followed Director Fury's orders to secretly investigate the issue of a mole within SHIELD. At that time, our investigation team had a full 20 people. Now, I am the only one left."

Tartaglia was a little surprised: "What happened?"

"There was a mole in the investigation team. What surprised me was that almost half of the team members defected just after we got off the plane and before we could start our work."

Coulson looked sad, with sadness and anger written all over his face:

\"Not only did they leak SHIELD's confidential documents, they also teamed up with the outside world to kill other agents in the team one by one. I was able to escape at the cost of another agent's sacrifice.\"

"Does SHIELD have a spy in the Moscow branch?"

Rosalia frowned and asked Coulson in a low voice.

"Yes, and there are a lot of them, so many that it's hard to tell them apart."

Coulson shook his head helplessly. He did not expect that the infiltration within SHIELD had reached such a serious level.

The Moscow branch is already one of the key branches of SHIELD. Even here has fallen, let alone the situation in New York.

After escaping, Coulson took great pains to convey the news of the fall to Nick Fury.

After that, he hid here and there, licking blood on the blade, and finally survived until the arrival of reinforcements today, but he was already exhausted.

"I have a general understanding of the situation, so what is our mission?"

As Tartaglia spoke, a cold light flashed in his blue eyes. He smiled, and although his words were spoken with a warm expression, they lowered the temperature in the whole room a lot.

"Eliminate the traitors? Don't worry, we are good at making people disappear silently."

Rosalia crossed her arms, a sharp dagger wrapped around her fingertips:

"Killing people is the easiest thing for us."

Coulson looked at the young man with a sunny smile, and then at the beautiful woman who was as sharp as a blade, feeling very complicated.

I don't think all of Mr. Kong's friends are doing that kind of work...

Coulson couldn't help but wonder.

Then he cast his eyes on Zaoyou, unable to hide his surprise: Even this child...

Zaoyou drooped her eyelids, lowered her eyelids, yawned, and looked up at Coulson:

"Hmm... I'm so sleepy... Are you guys done talking? If you are, can Zaoyou go to sleep?"

"..."

Coulson turned his head silently.

This little girl is the strongest. Others are discussing killing, but she still wants to sleep?

Coulson: How do you sleep at your age? ! !