The end game [Zhongyingmei]

In fact, Sisley thought up a rough structure when she was abducted by the Avengers to Stark Tower.

Behind the rockery, she told Gabriel again.

"You know, we can only be an empty shell organization, and there are only five virtual human bodies, you, me, Ken, Mephistopheles, and Abaddon." The archangel reminded her, "If you don't want to If our appearance is washed away, you will be the only one who can use it. Have you thought about what to do? It will be difficult."

"No, it's not difficult." Sisley thought clearly. She tapped the ground and scratched lightly on the sandstone a few times. "The best way is to let them guess."

"Guess?" Gabriel didn't quite understand, so he came over and touched her hand.Their skins touched, and the two Sisleys finally synchronized their thoughts. In an instant, Gabriel also understood the main body's thoughts.

"...As expected of you."

After being silent for a while, the archangel sincerely praised.

––––Just as many background information of large-scale games do not rely on plot animations to narrate, but rely on item introductions, npc snippets, and game buildings and landmarks to enrich players’ world awareness, Sisley does not intend to Talk too much, resulting in too many words and mistakes.

She just needs to think of herself as an NPC with no emotions, not a walking script master.

It doesn't matter if the setting is wrong, because as a person in the plot, it is not surprising to have a little understatement of cognitive errors.

And this is more convincing, because people always believe what they see, what they summarize, and what they observe, rather than a big set of information that others forcefully instill.

For example, it's impossible for Sisley to shout in front of her old father, "The fish in my fish pond are all myself." A trustworthy witcher flew over in a private jet to exorcise her.

Unless Sisley herself accidentally exposed some weird things in front of him, such as being unfortunately photographed by a bat fighter in high-definition when she was cutting a vest in an alley.

[The system will give a reminder. 】

Perhaps feeling Sisley's trembling because of this brain supplement, the system came out to comfort her very intimately.

"Okay, please turn up the prompt to a level that can deafen me." Sisley breathed a sigh of relief.

When the icons on the map finally started to move, Sisley almost choked in the middle of her performance.

She quickly let it go, her fingers trembled slightly, and Eve, who was standing opposite her, raised her head, her eyes were aura and moving.

Gabriel mouthed "Come on" for her, and then said "Captain America". Sisley nodded and waved her hand slightly in the air to show that she understood.

Captain America was the first to come out of the hideout.

He didn't deliberately lower his footsteps, so the two people in the flower hall quickly noticed his movements.There was a rustling sound from inside, which seemed to be defensive.

"Hello? I mean no harm, but I heard you say Eve."

he said softly.

"who are you?"

After waiting for a while, Steve heard the somewhat hoarse female voice asking.

"I'm Eve's friend."

Captain America's smile was firm and gentle, and the hand holding the shield dropped naturally, quietly waiting for the people inside to make a decision.

Two or three minutes later, maybe even longer, a cold snort finally came from inside.

"Forget it, I'll settle the score with you later." Steve heard the person inside whispering to Eve, but he heard it clearly with his super hearing.

After explaining Eve, the voice said to him reluctantly.

"Come in, since you claim to be Eve's friend."

When she was about to go in, Natasha also came out from the hiding place and gestured to Steve a few times.

—Are you sure you want to go in alone?

After watching Captain America, he returned a few gestures very naturally.

—Eve is still inside.

This small snow-white building is buried in the deepest part of a large number of rose walls, and looks perfect on the outside, but when Steve stepped on the steps, stepped over the broken floor-to-ceiling windows, and walked into the corridor connecting the flower hall, he felt dilapidated and withered deeply. stimulated his eyes.

"..." Steve silently touched the curtains that were so rotten that they were about to fall off at any moment.

The marble tiles are as old as if they were burned by someone, the walls are burnt and old and dark yellow, the photos and photo frames have all disappeared, and in the corridor that should have been nailed photos of people, only one after another is left. From the surrounding walls, a small square frame that looks a little whiter.

Walking in this ghostly and gloomy corridor, the toxin of the rose fragrance seemed to be ready to move again, coming out to affect his tendency.

Captain America regained his composure, endured the discomfort, and pushed open the door of the flower hall.

"Hello," he said, "Excuse me."

When Captain America first entered the flower hall, a warm current surged up his back.

The scent of roses disappeared under this warm current, and she shrank back again, but the person concerned didn't know anything about it, and just stood there in a daze, stunned for a second or two.

Behind him stood an archangel holding a lantern.

The flame halo in the glass lampshade danced on Gabriel's beautiful and handsome face. He grabbed a tiny tail feather from the base of the wing and threw it lightly on Captain America's head.

Sisley: ………

Sisley: …………………

The archangel does not leave her name behind when she does good deeds, and only she can see this scene, and try her best to hold back her laughter.

The feather that Gabriel threw on Captain America's head emitted more and more pure white fluorescent light, which dispelled the moving rose diffuser in the room, so Sisley waited patiently, considerately without saying a word.

After the warm current passed, Steve gradually regained his senses.

Captain America first noticed at his feet, a vase was smashed to pieces and fell to the ground, tightly covered with spider webs, it was the loud noise that the Avengers had just heard outside.

"Is the vase pretty?"

The slightly hoarse female voice asked him.

He turned his gaze back and saw the strange little girl standing opposite.

At this glance, Steve decided that she was definitely not the perpetrator he just thought, but a victim just like Eve.

Her face is small, hidden behind the fiery red sheep roll, her eyes are wary and cold, like a cat that has lived in the wild like a fish in water, once it feels offended, it will slap its paws mercilessly, giving dares Humans approaching taste a little blood.

However, this girl was not what he thought.In fact, on the contrary, she looked even a circle smaller than Eve.

Maybe only twelve or thirteen years old.

She even had a small crown, and the overgrown skirt was tied in a knot at the waist, and the gold, silver and jewels were dangling all over the floor, making this little girl look more and more young and immature.

Beside her, Eve stood upright, the sunlight fell in through the broken glass windows of the flower hall, but it didn't fully illuminate her face, it fell on her body on the one hand, and her eyes in the shadows on the other.

Before Steve could speak, he suddenly stopped and looked down.

Suddenly, some unknown change took place in his attire.

The uniform that was often criticized by Iron Man as "so old-fashioned that he wanted to faint" disappeared, replaced by a gorgeous robe with blooming roses embroidered repeatedly with gold thread.

Captain America: "...?"

His newly-appeared shirt collar has a large emerald pinned to it, his hair has the hallucinatory scent of jasmine balm, his face has a fancy monocle that fits tightly, and there is a Captain America on his thumb. I don't even know what occasion to use, the huge ring composed of gemstones of various colors, under the sun, shows the brilliance of the gemstones in various colors.

Captain America: "........."

At a loss, he picked up the clothes that suddenly fell to his feet, and exchanged glances with the little red-haired girl.

She also seemed to be stunned for a moment, and didn't pay attention to his thoughts. She just glanced around strangely, and then she turned her gaze back to the dandy who was dressed like the tenth century--in fact, The child is still the simple and frugal old Popsicle.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Steve," Captain America replied softly, "Steve Rogers. What about you?"

"..."

The little girl stared at him for a while, as if looking at a fool.

But Captain America has seen all kinds of turmoil, such as a grumpy boy with silver hair, or his sister who is equally astonishingly destructive, and rebellious children can be regarded as appeasement.

Even if the hp in his heart keeps decreasing one by one, and he slides towards the abyss of excessive blood loss, facing the little girl's eyes of "Are mortals so mentally retarded", Captain America can remain indifferent and smile at her calmly.

In the end, it was the little girl who was defeated.

"I don't have a name." She said unhappily, looking at Captain America with clear and cold eyes, obviously very unhappy at his ignorance. "If you insist on calling me, you can call me 067."

"and also,"

She ignored Captain America's expression of disapproval and continued.

"Mr. Rogers, please call your teammates in. It should be you who triggered the plot point here."

Steve: ".........?"

He was exposed to so many new things today that even he couldn't react. He carefully folded his arms with the little girl who was only around his waist and asked for advice.

"Plot point? Can you tell me more news?"

The little girl raised a pink finger and pointed in Eve's direction.

The little puppet with blond hair and gray eyes was suddenly cueed, and stood innocently where it was, with its head tilted.

Eve's dress was almost the same as that of the little girl, except that she didn't have the little girl's crown on her head, and she was abruptly stuffed into a gorgeous long skirt, and even a few bracelets were awkwardly wrapped on the mechanical hands.

"There are many ways to judge whether it is a plot point, and one of them is very obvious, that is to see whether the costume has changed. My costume has been changed before, and 068 was wearing the same suit when he came."

The little girl's voice was hoarse and sweet, and she didn't have a serious accent, so it was quite easy to distinguish. Because of this, when those unfamiliar words were combined and rushed towards Captain America, he himself understood a little.

After the little girl finished speaking, he nodded his thanks while thinking about it, and turned his head to call his teammates over.

"Go, you're in big trouble."

The little girl said coldly, bared her teeth, her four sharp millet teeth were white and gleaming, as if she was ready to grab someone's hand at any time, and took a bite.

Vicious and...cute.

Like Eve, although she acted like she wanted to explode at any time, her eyes were very clear, she was not such a bad child.

The sun fell on her face, casting golden light into her eyes, and Steve could even see her calm soul from inside.

Not to mention she doesn't act like a bad kid, and even if she were, Steve wouldn't give up on saving a kid so easily just by virtue of her age.

He returned along the same path along the corridor, and the silent corridor echoed his footsteps, but the mood of Captain America was no longer as creepy as when he just came in.

A warm current has been lying on his head and back, as long as there is an evil black energy that dares to touch this human's shoulder, the white light will immediately pounce on it, and the smoke that is torn apart by those obsessions will disappear.

These are the three skills of the Archangel.

The blessing from Gabriel is not quite the same as the passive effect of his feathers. The holy words uttered by the archangel are enough to clear away all the coveted filth and embarrassment produced by the shadows in the world, and the hearts created by all the pain and unwillingness. crack.

But if this thing is used frequently, it will gradually lose its effectiveness. Therefore, Sisley only intends to use "blessing" when the people around her are poisoned and calculated.

When she first got Gabriel, Sisley realized how powerful this vest was.

If the peak of five-star props is Mephisto, who can achieve perpetual motion by virtue of the inevitable result in the battle, then Abaddon has almost reached the peak of influence value. The lord of hell has a clever mouth enough to deceive the world , a hard-hearted heart, and eyes that can see through a certain trajectory.

However, what he still deceives is the human heart and eyes.

Rather than saying that he dared not, it was better to say that Abaddon was also unable to participate in activities to change fate, because fate was fixed in front of him.

He can see the direction of everyone, but he can't guarantee whether things will go as he expected after affecting these people.

For example, when he was talking to a young man in New Haven, he mentioned that after 30 seconds, the sculpture would fall and hit the guy in the head.

When saying such words, there are countless "lines" in front of the Lord of Hell.

One is that the young man reminded the old man who was about to walk in, but the other party still did not go around, but chose to go - to die.

One is that the young man reminded the old man who was about to walk in, and the other party had a dispute with him.During this process, the statue fell as promised, smashing through the ice, and the fragments embedded in the young man's skull.

So he died, and the old man lived.

Others were so simply tangled that not even Abaddon could read them.

Therefore he is the prince of hell, he is the immortal liar.

But Gabriel, who has six-star props, dares to participate in reality.

As long as the archangel wants to, under the power given to him by the oracle, he can destroy the earth with one blow, or shrink it and stuff it into the bottle in the ship, just like the aliens predicted in all science fiction movies.

The archangel does not need to worry about the consequences of doing so, because in terms of affecting reality, he has priority in a certain sense.

When he first realized this, Gabriel was once shocked by the strength of the six-star prop until his pupils quake.

After discussing with the other Sisleys, he decided to develop six-star items instead of wasting them.

This is Sisley's strongest life-saving hole card. If in the future, the inner world really wants to invade the watch world, then Gabriel will be the biggest highlight of her comeback.

The Archangel silently followed Captain America, who was completely unaware that he was following him, as he walked out of the building's gates, whispering to his teammates.

Sisley was waiting in the flower hall, unaware of Gabriel's skin and boldness.

After performing this wave of empty shell organizations, her bad-hearted cd has been cleared. Standing with Eve at this time, she feels relaxed and playful. She can't help but look at her face in Eve's calm gray eyes Face.

Eve: *winks*

Sisley: *laughs*

"I miss Dad."

She whispered, chatting with Eve, who could only blink and wait, "Do you know what Gotham is like?"

Gotham is a great city because my family lives there; it's where Dad loved it, it's where my older brothers and younger brothers grew up, and it's where the Wayne family grew up.

The first generation was in the fur business, and then quickly started by relying on the railroad tracks, and eventually grew into the rich and behemoth of the Wayne family.

On the Wayne Tower, Sisley saw the city where she lived for the first time.

Tim, who led her to Wayne Tower, would never understand what kind of dream he had brought her to realize at that moment.

Just like Iron Man made his armor for the first time, Hawkeye took the composite bow and shot the first arrow, Robin put on his first uniform when he was allowed to watch the night for the first time, and Spider-Man was bitten by a spider. Jumping to the ceiling for the first time since mutating, Sisley lived in a lab for 20 years, then lived in hiding for a year with all its complications.

After she escaped from the laboratory, she was not spared there.

She can only live in a place once, and she can only hide in a house for less than a week. She slept on the concrete floor under the bridge, spent a night in a cave in the mountains, and also lived on the second floor of the warehouse to escape the hounds. Only half a person's wide plank hides a night's experience.

During this process, Sisley never had the opportunity to go to the city where she lived and see what the traffic and traffic she had read about in books really looked like.

Even where she ends up dying is not her own home.

It was a very peaceful neighborhood, and every household planted flowers. During the day, she hid in the luxuriant trees and observed secretly. At night, she knocked on the door of the hostess, who pitied her age and high fever and invited her to come in. gave her a bed.

Sisley was extremely grateful for her generosity, but the smell on the bed was not her taste, and the night light beside the bed was not as bright as she liked. The hostess brought her food, but at that time Sisley could not eat a single bite. up.

She lay down for a long time, perhaps eighteen or nineteen hours, on that bed, lost her last breath, and came to the present world.

"..."

Hastily regaining consciousness from the memories, Sisley didn't feel sad at all.

The thing that gave me a splitting headache when I thought about it before, was washed away now, and even made Sisley feel relieved.

Her heart was full of longing, and a layer of mist was cast in her heart with faint emotions, like the thin and pale moonlight of Gotham.

It's less than her third day in New York, and she can't wait to talk to her family again.

—they are coming.

Gabriel first walked into the flower hall silently, patted the back of her hand, and signaled the Superheroes of the Avengers to follow behind him.

Sisley also quietly gestured to him, and also put on her acting vest.

She didn't have many emotions just now, and she was mainly homesick, so she adjusted very quickly.

When the Avengers pushed the door of the flower hall again, Sisley had already laid out Livia's routine, waiting to trap these superheroes one by one in a circle.

She didn't need to waste her words, as soon as this group of people stepped into the gate of the flower hall, there were tragedies such as their robes being stumbled, gold, silver and jewelry piercing their ankles and so on.

The black widow was especially miserable, she just staggered and didn't fall, but her gown was the longest, and the mopping part was at least ten meters long, so she tripped Dr. Banner, and Dr. Banner stepped on The fur cloak behind Iron Man, Iron Man almost fell on his back again.

There was a period of chaos, accompanied by swear words and screams flying all over the sky, and finally there were two dull impacts of meat bombs. Two hundred pounds were pressed on the black widow's dress, and she endured the unbearable weight of her life. She had to grit her teeth and stand firm in order to maintain One last bit of image.

"..." Steve was stunned, and hurried over, helped up his teammates who were stacked like a matryoshka doll, and helped Black Widow lift it up. The top weighed her down so much that she had to undergo cervical spine surgery at this age in advance. huge crown.

"…thanks."

Natasha sincerely expressed her gratitude, and adjusted the angle by herself to try to force evenly.

The pigeon blood red on it is as big as the palm of a black widow, and flowers made of gemstones are repeatedly embellished on it, made of pure gold, sinking and sinking.

Captain America's costume has been fixed for a long time, and he gradually began to get used to how to walk with a robe, while Hawkeye may become the biggest winner purely based on personal luck and strength.

When Tony Stark was helped up, Dr. Banner was already dying under the pressure of such a big steel fur jar, his eyes were staring at the sky, but strangely, the Hulk Hulk didn't seem to have the will to come out, Instead, they shrank there peacefully.

"067...?" Bypassing the chaotic scene, Steve walked up to the little girls and asked in a low voice with some hesitation, "Hello?"

The little red-haired girl looked at him with indifferent eyes of "I'm afraid she's not a fool".

"My teammates," Steve mused.

"... There is another creature in the body, and it will come out once he gets emotional. Why doesn't he appear here? Is it because of the gap in time and space?"

"No." The little girl withdrew her gaze and reluctantly replied, "The space-time rift does not have such a function."

Steve was not stabbed by her indifference, but thought the little girl was very funny, so he explained it to him, obviously not wanting to answer.

He resisted Rua's curly hair, returned to his teammates, and asked the reason.

Dr. Banner was helped up, and he meditated for a while, and suddenly there was an expression on his face that he couldn't bear to look directly at.

"Hulk said..." he couldn't make it out, "Hulk doesn't want to come out because he doesn't want to wear... a dress... a robe."

When he said this, the entire Avengers fell silent.

It's not that the Black Widow has never tried to throw the crown away, but it seemed to be stuck five centimeters above her head, and the direction could be adjusted, but it couldn't be thrown away.

Accompanied by Dr. Banner's words, all members of the Avengers imagined that the Hulk on the three or four floors broke through the ceiling, wearing a majestic floor-sweeping robe like a world tree in Nordic mythology.

The picture is so beautiful, Tony Stark, who has visualized the leg hair exposed under Hulk's robe: *cracks in place*

Sisley had been waiting for the people over there to arrange their robes like she did, and only when she was drowsy did she see Chaoying walking towards her.

For a moment, Sisley really had an illusion, as if she had the green name of an NPC on her head.

Before anyone said anything, she spoke first.

"This is the first time you have entered the space-time rift. I can take you out, but you have to be clear."

"What does Liang Qing mean?"

Natasha came over, still holding the crown slightly with one hand.Against the backdrop of this gorgeous outfit, the red-haired and blue-eyed beauty looked more and more aggressive and couldn't look directly at her.

But Sisley had seen her look like this when she was still Eve, and she tenaciously withstood the attack of appearance and momentum, and replied.

"068 thing."

The little red-haired girl raised her face, not to be outdone.

"068 is lucky to meet you, but it should stop here."

"What does it mean so far?"

Natasha asked calmly again, observing the little girl who was not as tall as her elbow.

"068 should go back with me."

Sisley said coldly, "It's already a very serious mistake for her to involve you. The space-time rift should be something you will never know, and you should never have any intersection with us again."

The machine that Gabriel crushed casually was restored by him, and it was quietly stuffed into Sisley's palm. Now she asked Natasha to stretch out her hand, and returned the tracker to the red-haired, blue-eyed female agent's palm.

When handing it back, the hands of the two accidentally touched each other.

Natasha's palm was cold, while Sisley's fingertips were warm.

Tony Stark next to him coughed awkwardly.

"Can we talk to Eve again?" he asked sincerely. "We like her a lot, really."

Captain America felt that something was wrong when he heard the sound of Eve, and as expected, 067 paused, and immediately started to get angry.

"She's 068." The little girl crossed her hips aggressively, her eyes were bright, and anger shone in her eyes.

"It's not Eve, don't call her by a human name, don't give her inexplicable hope! Human beings are really dirty——"

"Why do you hate humans so much?"

Hawkeye suddenly asked.

"..."

Sisley fell silent, and it looked like the little red-haired girl was hit to the point with precision, and she couldn't help being dumbfounded.

She didn't look for a reason, and retired after being successful. In the eyes of the Avengers, there was a tragic past like cuckoo crying behind her.Everyone went over what the little girl said in their minds, and found that every word sounded terribly thoughtful.

Organization, numbering, tasks, cracks in time and space.

Someone is using these young children and letting them swim on the edge of danger, exactly as the Avengers guessed.

In comparison, this little girl is much more alert and mature than Eve.But her dislike of human beings continued unabated, and Eve, who had been hurt, was more likely to trust others.

Eve was at a loss, like a plant about to show its roots. The Avengers had just raised her for two days, and she became more and more lively, gentle and cheerful.But the redheaded little girl, dressed like a tiny princess, acted like a wild cat.

But no one blames her.

Because this is common sense: only if you have suffered a serious injury, you will shrink harder next time, and hate all similar things without distinction.

New York, Queens, four past five in the afternoon.

Peter Parker hurried back to the alley and took off his uniform.He is in a good mood today. He has prevented two robberies and a puppy running wildly on the road. He is about to go to the sandwich shop near his home to buy an Omlet Sandwich, a new special offer recently.

Abaddon rose from the shadows with a sudden pain in his chest.

A figure descended from the sky, swung in front of him, fell down with a slap, and touched Abaddon's slightly open, pale and thin chest with his face.

Abaddon: ? ? ?

Sisley, who was dressed in goatskin, resisted the urge to scream and play hooliganism, and gritted her teeth.

Peter Parker: ? ? ? ? ? ?

He swore it wasn't there before———but now he's slamming headfirst into someone's chest.

It has to be said that that person was a head taller than him, quite thin, with pale skin, and the muffled grunt of the other party was barely audible, completely covered by his exclamation.

"Sorry! Sorry! I really didn't mean to!!! Sorry!!!!!!"

The broken hair covered half of the man's face, but the only exposed eyes were black and deep, as if containing the faint mist of the Seine River.

"Good afternoon." The strange man whispered, and his voice made Peter physically dizzy, and he swore his sexual orientation was fine, but the man's deep, sad, and soft voice was so beautiful, with its own A charm that conquers all human creatures.

Peter was dumbfounded to hear him ask, "Mind if I let go?"

Peter was keenly aware of the unusual appearance of this person, but he was indeed deceived by Abaddon's clean and pale face.

There is no angel in the world more angelic than Abaddon. Gabriel has a holy dead face, but Abaddon is soft and misty, like a warm light at night.

The superheroes and supervillains in New York didn't know that he had just returned from the rift in time and space, his power leaked, and his main skills were activated, so he couldn't tell the truth except for the contract of lies.

This man is none other than Abaddon, the Black Goat of Hell, Eternal Monarch and Lord of Plagues.