After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda swore that she was in a good mood today.

She'll be even happier if she manages to lure Spider-Man to the Justice League.

Out of this rare pleasure, she didn't plan to kill, at most, chased away these disturbing agents, found the car keys from them, and then drove back to the hotel more happily—no, she didn't even have the hotel. I didn't want to stay, I just wanted to get back the cat that was sent to foster care, so I left New York and went back to Gotham to continue this good mood.

It's a pity that now this plain happiness has fallen to the bottom.

Mutant suppressor—how about calling it shackles, the cold touch and the weapons contained in it can't really hurt Hilda, it brings more humiliation to Hilda's personality.Only prisoners would carry such things.

Hilda never thought that one day she would be regarded as a prisoner in the eyes of others.

She was angry.

The agent leader had already realized that something was wrong, but his trust in the mutant suppressor kept him standing still, coldly pulling the corners of his lips, and said to the mutant in front of him who didn't understand the power of the suppressor: "I advise you better not It’s a waste of effort, forcibly using the mutant ability now will only make you worse off... eh!!”

Before he finished speaking, he was severely interrupted by Hilda's fist.

The wind condensed silently, she turned sideways to avoid the attack of the agent behind her, knocked down the opponent with a side kick, and kicked the leader of the agent with a sneer in the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it: "I said, I am now very angry."

"Hilda!" Spider-Man finally got rid of the agents who were entangled with him. He quickly fixed the agents who were knocked down by Hilda with spider webs, and then looked anxiously at the mutant suppressor on Hilda's neck. , "My God! My God! What should I do? Let me help you get this thing off!"

He reached out to grab the suppressor, trying with all his might to snap it open - but no, he couldn't do it with his strength.

Hilda let the little boy try to solve the trouble on his neck, and stepped on the agent's face viciously, "Where's the key? Unlock it for me!"

The agent closed his eyes, clearly not intending to cooperate.

"Are you guys joking with me now?" Hilda sneered, "Do you really think this shit can restrain my actions?"

The blue energy silently condensed in her hands, forming a small scimitar.

"No—" the agent stared at Hilda. "How could you—? You—are you not—"

The scimitar was already aimed at the center of his eyebrows, and he stopped.

"I don't like stupid people," said Hilda, "but I don't like talkative people even more."

Her expression was cold, but the murderous look revealed from her was more chilling than her expression.The agent's head was covered with fine cold sweat, he wisely chose to keep his mouth shut, and planned to wait for the opportunity before taking action.

Hilda stood up straighter, and pointed the scimitar at the suppressor on her neck. Her movements were rough, and the scimitar showed its coldness. If she was not careful, she would scratch Hilda's face. That appearance really made people tremble —To be precise, it made Spider-Man feel terrified.

Unfortunately, even at the risk of possible disfigurement, things did not go as Hilda expected: the mutant suppressor did produce slight damage, but it was not destroyed.

Hilda was a little annoyed, the suppressor was on her neck, and she really couldn't move.Although this thing can't really restrain her ability, it still has a way of being disgusting.

"Yes, otherwise," Spider-Man looked at Hilda's expression of wanting to chop directly, and hurriedly put forward his own suggestion, "Let's go find Mr. Stark? He is a genius, and he must have a way to solve the suppressor."

Hilda turned her head blankly and stared at him.

"What, what's the matter?" Peter Parker really felt that his idea was very good. In Spiderman's view, Tony Stark was the most trustworthy superhero in the world. If it was him, he would be able to use the most The smart way to get rid of this suppressor.

"You're going to have me go to Tony Stark in these shackles?" Hilda asked back, then shook her head. "No, it's too shameful. I'd rather cut off my head and get rid of the shackles than go find The Avengers help."

--joke!She also snatched the Cosmic Cube from the Avengers, okay?Even she, Hilda, couldn't come to the door for help while snatching the other party's things.Even if the other party doesn't know it at all, it won't work.This is a matter of principle!

Spider-Man: "...there is no need to cut off the head..." He immediately had a sense of the picture in his mind!

Hilda kicked the agent pretending to be dead on the ground irritably: "Damn mentally retarded, don't let me know who invented this damn thing!"

Agent: "..."

Spider-Man thought for a while, and tentatively said, "How about we call Superman? His power will definitely destroy this shackle in an instant, and he is not from the Avengers..."

Hilda paused, and she looked at the young superhero in front of her, her eyes lit up: "You're so smart!"

Spider-Man blinked: "Then I'm Superman..."

"click".

Spider-Man paused, he watched as Hilda stretched out her hand, held the suppressor in front of him, and easily tore off the suppressor in the same posture that he was trying to break the suppressor just now.

Spider-Man: "..."

"My brain was short-circuited just now," Hilda said, "forgot that I have enough power myself."

The agent leader was in a state of rigidity at the moment: Obviously, this was an important intelligence error. No one knew that Hilda was not a mutant at all, and what kind of mutant suppressor had no effect on her at all.Not only is it impossible for them to complete the task now, but they are also very likely to lose their lives because of this intelligence error.

Sure enough, the first thing Hilda did after throwing away the suppressor was to aim the scimitar at him.

"Wait, wait..." Spider-Man quickly stopped Hilda's movements, "Are you going to kill him?!"

"Otherwise?" Hilda maintained a rare patience with him, "If you cut the weeds but don't uproot them, they will regenerate when the spring breeze blows, Spider-Man, this is the first lesson I taught you as a superhero."

Spider-Man: ? ? ?I understand the truth, but why do you sound like a villain when you say this? ?

His expression was stiff: "No, it won't be this far. Maybe there is a better way to deal with them..."

"How?" asked Hilda.

Spider-Man rarely encounters enemies like government agents. The bad guys can be sent to the police station, but what about the agents?Can anyone handle them?Sending them to the police station, will it be sending the tiger back to the mountain?

He racked his brains: "...Send them to court?"

Hilda curled her lips, and the scimitar was about to come down——

"Stop stop stop——" Spider-Man quickly stopped, "It's really impossible! You are a big star! Are you going to court for murder?! That's too bad—your teenage fans should what to do!"

Hilda: "Really? But I don't seem to have any teenage fans."

"……You have!"

"No?" she said, "I haven't seen any teen fans in real life anyway. ... Don't worry, there's no one else here, and no teens will be affected badly."

Spider-Man was suffocated, and seeing Hilda's head was about to land in front of him with a knife in his hand, he was about to feel ill, so he could only yell out in desperation: "But I am here, I will be badly hurt. Affected! I may have a mental illness and go to a psychiatrist—"

Hilda: "...Pfft, hahahahahaha."

She put away the knife, patted Spider-Man casually, and deliberately changed the concept: "So you are my teenage fan, well, I get it, for your physical and mental health, I will not kill in front of you -"

Peter Parker was stunned, he finally realized that he was being teased by Hilda, his whole face flushed red uncontrollably under the mask: "You you you you—"

"How is it? Do you want to join the superhero alliance I organized?" Hilda asked, "The treatment is favorable..."

"I..." He just wanted to answer, but the next moment he turned his head suddenly, and shot at almost the same time as Hilda, the spider web firmly grasped the opponent's muzzle, but the movement was slightly slower than his, blue A dagger of colored energy pierces the agent's heart.

Peter froze, he looked at Hilda.

Hilda: "It's a pity, he might not have died."

She didn't feel much about the death in front of her eyes-Peter finally realized the huge horizontal gap between them, all the while, the subtle emotion he felt from Hilda but never been able to describe Sense of distance.

He opened his mouth: "...you, you were actually careless just now... right?"

"No," replied Hilda, "he's going to kill me. So of course I can kill him."

Spider-Man was silent.

Hilda glanced at the remaining agents indifferently. She didn't have any interest in these people, and she didn't care about their actions—as long as they didn't want to provoke her again.She knelt down, grabbed the hair of the agent at her feet, and forced him to look up at her gaze: "Take me to the manufacturing base of mutant suppressors."

"..." The other party stared at her without saying a word.

"Don't be stupid," Hilda said with cold eyes, "I'm not a superhero, I'll kill you."

"...I don't know," he replied, "I'm just an enforcer, why do you think I know where suppressors are produced?"

"So, who gave you the suppressor?" Hilda asked.

"My boss," he replied.

"Then, take me to your boss."

"You're not a mutant at all," the man whispered, "what on earth are you trying to do?"

"I wanted to displease you," Hilda replied, "because you displeased me."