Transform into Marvel's Daisy Johnson

Time: 2005, May 5, 13 pm

Location: The northern part of the Middle East, the land of small countries, the northern land of Sokovia, the rebel wartime command post.

Weather: bright and hot, blue sky, everything is perfect.

Beside the water tank in the house, a rugged man with a beard was carefully holding a razor and shaving off the foam on his cheeks.What was seen in the reflection of the small, incomplete piece of glass was an ordinary Middle Eastern man.His eyes were round, shy and a bit dull, like a taxi driver.

The man looked in the mirror and was lost in thought, trapped in memories of the past, but what he saw in his eyes were pictures of a better future.When I came back to my senses, I just felt that the surroundings were unfamiliar, that everything should not be like this, and that I was a little crazy.

Three years ago, all brothers followed me here.

Now, only myself and my brothers are left here.

The sound of gunshots, cannons, and roars, the war came so suddenly.

The bones and flesh of our brothers are mixed in this land, rotting and stinking,

God, how fertile this land will be in the future!

Am I crazy? I seem to be a little crazy.

The man thought too much and couldn't help but put a smile on his face.

"Chief, people from the United Nations have arrived at the entrance."

The guard outside the door reminded Saron.

He put a wet towel on his cheeks and walked out while rubbing his cheeks. The wide and fluffy white lining on her body was obviously not suitable for receiving distinguished guests. This is his pajamas. The mottled marks make the clothes look more brown.

He looked at the horizon, nodded secretly, thought for a while, and then asked the guard who came to inform him to send the message down:

"Those bastards at the United Nations can only talk but not do anything. They use chicken feathers as arrows. It's better for us to retreat here and there. It's better for the big guys to kill them. I reject these diplomatic rhetoric and let that guy Zemo go. By the way, you also ask the Third Battalion to be extra vigilant about these people coming in."

The ordering guards bowed respectfully and left.

Saron leisurely returned to the attic room, ready to change into his clothes and prepare to meet people.

The house is incomplete and somewhat decayed. When you push the door and enter, you will see a row of books on the wall.

They had accepted the bewitched rebels, but they were definitely not just small-time bandits. Although he was instigated to launch the mutiny, most of his troops were initially composed of knowledgeable and promising young people. Because he was angry at his own government for a while, he did something extraordinary.

Salon was originally from a noble family. He loved reading books the most since he was a child, especially the books of a certain famous thinker named Hans Hu.

The content and identity of the book made Saron afraid of ghosts since he was a child.

The more scared I am, the more I want to watch, and the more I watch, the more I am afraid. The reading experience brought about by identity is completely opposite. The idea of ​​killing ghosts gradually turned into wanting to become a ghost. When he finally joined the uprising, his family thought he was crazy.

Instigated by others, the uprising is just a whim. But while he was trapped in Sokovia, he and his brothers started planning. Before others betrayed him, Saron felt that although the road was difficult, the future was bright and promising.

At first, Saron wanted to put forward a general program for his troops and dreamed of a better future.

Later, a rebellion happened around him, and the fight after Qiong Tudiao met made this strong man who should have had a bright future suddenly become a gangster and try to make a career.I found that everything was just wishful thinking.One's own ambition is nothing more than a means, a weapon in the hands of others.

Even though the brothers around him still believe in themselves, people from other countries are unwilling to accept this group of people. Sokovia is a dead place, and the three surrounding countries are eyeing it. The rebellion has led to a dead situation, so who can redeem this group of people? Where are people?

This is a huge problem.

During those few days, Salon, who was in low spirits, spent all day reading the books he had read before.The big, strong man would often turn over his head in the moonlight late at night and wash his face with tears.It was too quiet at night, as if no one was here, but dozens of his brothers died here, they existed!Thousands of people under his command seemed to be dead too!this is too scary!He wanted to find a way out, a way to correct his mistakes.But how is this possible?

The ignorant are fearless.On the contrary, the more knowledge a person has, the more he feels like an ant in front of the truth.

Saron's attempt to find a way out of the plight of reality in philosophical books is so whimsical.The social road cannot teach him how to get out, and the capital ideology cannot teach him how to break out of the situation.Raising the glass and looking around, I feel confused, and the world is so hot and cold in my heart.

In desperation, he began to believe in ghosts and gods.

His family is Christian, and he has seen with his own eyes the reality of corruption because of Christ in the families around him.God has given rights, and rights corrupt people. If there is a God, Saron despises such a god.Therefore, he did not believe in gods and Buddhas at first and was the most loyal materialist.But today's predicament makes him see no hope, and practicality comes first for him. As long as he can solve the immediate crisis, there is no harm in becoming a believer of Lucifer!

As long as he and his thousands of brothers can survive, there's no harm in being the devil's canine!

With an attitude of giving it a try, Saron began the life of a pagan.He prayed devoutly to all the named gods and demons, and stared at the air like a fool for a long time. This symptom lasted for three months before Saron gave up.

Brothers outside are saying that he is crazy. As time goes by, Saron also thinks that he is crazy. Not long ago, he smashed all the clay statues and hand-painted portraits, and smashed and burned everything related to religion.

Salon doesn't see a way to go about the so-called goodwill of the United Nations. He hopes to improve everything!

Before going to meet with UN officials, he wanted to say a final prayer. At first, he just wanted to feel at ease.

Striding forward, Saron entered the room and first observed the strangeness in the room.After confirming that there was no difference, he closed the door tightly, put on his battle clothes hastily, walked quickly to the altar in the inner room, and began to pray devoutly.

"No matter who you are, please enlighten my heart of prayer, touch me with your hands, and make me strong and courageous in all things. You are the source of my life's salvation. In you, I am filled with joy and hope, and I am strong and strong. You You are my Lord, my direction, the answer to my life, and all my hope. I rely on you like a fish in need of water, like a tree in need of soil. Please provide me with help, so that I can stand upright and win in front of my enemies."

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