Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

At this moment, Natasha's spirit is moving closer to those two chaotic lamps... She wants to turn herself into a clown... Only when she becomes a clown can she understand the logic of a clown.

If you fight with the dragon for too long, you will also become the dragon; if you stare at the abyss for too long, you will stare back at the abyss.

Unknowingly, while investigating the clown, Natasha has been slowly influenced by the clown.

In her mind, Zhou Ran laughed wildly again...

Looking at Zhou Ran's wildly laughing face, Natasha suddenly had a realization in her heart.

She understood that Zhou Ran was not a clown at all, it was she who had walked into a misunderstanding.

The reason why she saw laughter was an illusion, a spiritual illusion...

When she saw the clown's photo for the first time, after learning about the various tragedies that the clown had caused, she had already been influenced by the clown unconsciously.

The corners of Natasha's mouth slightly raised, showing a crazy smile, and began to perform self-hypnosis.

The first step is to break all the rules... I want to create a process of the birth of a clown...

……

In Natasha's spiritual world.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

This is a very comfortable weather, very suitable for vacation.

But as an agent, she has to go out to do missions, which makes her a little bored, and she wants to take a vacation.

Natasha was secretly looking at the mission target. This time the mission was to protect the professor. She frowned. Is there any good way to end the mission as quickly as possible?

After thinking for a while, Natasha smiled. She took out the pistol with the silencer installed from her arms, pointed at the professor, and pulled the trigger...

If the mission target is dead, I don't need protection anymore. The mission is over and I can go on vacation.

In the next period of time, as long as it is a protection task, the task target of the black widow will always die strangely.

Shooting, poisoning, drowning, hanging, strangulation, suicide, being hit by a dump truck out of control, falling from a building...

In S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury looked at Black Widow's mission report and wondered whether she had already betrayed.

Nick Fury suppressed the doubts in his heart, showed a hypocritical smile, and said: "Natasha, this time is still a protection mission, this time Barton will go with you."

Natasha nodded, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Okay, Director Nick."

task site.

On the roof of the Empire State Building.

Natasha looked at Barton beside her, smiled, and asked, "Paton, do you like me?"

Hawkeye was taken aback when he heard the words, and nodded fiercely.

Natasha chuckled and said, "Then Barton, can you die for me? If you can do it, I will consider being with you."

Hawkeye smiled and said, "Of course, Natasha, for you, I can die..."

Natasha nodded, took out a revolver, and said with a smile: "Come on, dear Mr. Button, open your mouth, I want to stuff it in. This is a test for you, now, Please make your choice."

When Hawkeye heard the words, his face instantly turned pale. He took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth.

Natasha stuffed the revolver into Barton's mouth and gently pulled the trigger.

There was a sound of "bang", Hawkeye didn't die, he was a little thankful, and a big smile appeared on his face, did Natasha recognize me?

Natasha looked at Hawkeye with a smile, and said, "Mr. Button, do you dare to continue betting? This is a revolver..."

Hawkeye nodded, he felt that this was just a bad idea of ​​Natasha, it was a little game between him and Natasha...

Natasha smiled and pulled the trigger. With a "bang", Button's head exploded like a watermelon...

Red blood splashed on Natasha's face, and a crazy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth...

Mr. Button, what a pity, what a pity.

I really, really want to give you a chance, but this revolver is sick, I loaded five rounds... it doesn't have a single dud...

Natasha shook her head, held Hawkeye's hand, pulled up the bow and arrow, and with a "swoosh", the mission target was shot to death by Hawkeye...

An insane grin appeared on her face, and she pushed the headless Hawkeye off the Empire State Building.

With a "pop", Hawkeye fell from the tall building and turned into a pile of rotten meat.

Natasha laughed out loud, she could deal with the scene, but she didn't deal with the scene, because she didn't want to pretend anymore.

Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., the director's office, Natasha was sitting on the director's chair, with Nick Fury's body under her feet, her only eye was full of shock and regret.

Natasha looked at Nick Fury's face, smiled, and said: "You who have already guessed the truth still retain a trace of innocence. Nick Fury, you are still really naive!"

She chopped off Nick Fury's two hands with an axe, and opened the safe in the office with these two hands.

She had long wanted to know what was in the safe, it was a red remote control, and there was a document under the remote control, the insight plan...

Seeing this, Natasha laughed loudly and pressed the remote control...

For an instant.

Countless roars sounded.

Thousands of missiles were fired.

Seen from a high altitude, blood-red fireworks began to appear on the ground...

Then, Natasha walked out of the director's office slowly, and went to the power system control room of S.H.I.E.L.D. First, she killed all the people in the power control room, and then laughed and destroyed the control room.

S.H.I.E.L.D. lost control and fell from the sky.

Natasha opened the window and jumped in, with a wild smile on her face, she had broken all the rules.

All the rules that bound her.

She will be truly free...

……

In the spiritual space of the Black Widow, a face smeared with chaotic oil paint suddenly appeared. The clown appeared at some unknown time, and was quietly watching her magical changes at this moment.

"Hahaha... Interesting... I am a little excited, but unfortunately, you still don't know what a clown is?"

"Because even I don't understand..."

"However, I'm sure that although I'm a little bit bad, I'm definitely not so evil...so cruel..."

"Hee hee hee... Another failed work..."

Chapter 55 Old Rick in the Martial Arts Gym (please read more! Please collect!)

Evening, eight forty.

Black Avenue, Queens, New York City.

Zhou Ran drove a Rolls-Royce all the way here. Just now, he saw a very beautiful and very temperamental girl in a fiery red dress about two streets away from Black Street. It is a temperament that looks very gentle on the outside, but is very arrogant in the bones.

Zhou Ran couldn't help but take a second look at this temperament, the girl was probably in her early twenties.

Of course, he just glanced at it so much, and absolutely had no other thoughts. After all, he is not the playboy Tony Stark.

However, Zhou Ran had a strange feeling. He didn't know why he always felt that he would meet that girl again in the future.

And since the black widow came to him, Mr. Jake, who has been guarding his body like a jade, can always meet good-looking girls.For example, the blonde girl who secretly photographed him at the Harveys flagship store on Fifth Avenue, and the proud girl in the fiery red dress just now...

I seem to be on my way to luck.

Zhou Ran smiled, thinking so.

Then he stopped the car slowly and got out of the car with a smile on his face.

The black widow is finally gone, and now he doesn't have this female agent by his side. He is really happy. He feels full of strength and unlimited energy. Tonight, I will have a good duel with Master Rick.

With a smile on his face, Zhou Ran slowly walked into the dilapidated martial arts gym in front of him.

Although the appearance of the martial arts hall is old and dilapidated, the inside is quite different.

Pushing open the door is a long corridor.

There are all kinds of bronze sculptures on the left and right sides, all kinds of strange things, there are big snakes with nine heads, giant beasts with sphinxes, generals in armor, bards with calligraphy and paintings in their hands, and driving warlords. A warrior who rampages on the battlefield...

Every time he walked into the martial arts hall, Zhou Ran felt like he was watching a magnificent epic when he saw all kinds of strange sculptures left and right, as well as various pictures carved on the walls.After walking through this long corridor, there is a simple and magnificent hall in front of you. There are two huge bronze walls on the left and right. The bronze walls are inlaid with various ancient bronze weapons.

These two huge bronze walls are not a complete whole, and each side is divided into six parts. On the side of each part of the bronze wall, there is a simple and dilapidated bluestone seat, and some carvings are carved on the seat. Incomprehensible symbols.

Maybe this is the weird way of thinking of Westerners, a special way of aesthetics.

What's more, Master Rick is not only a Westerner, he himself is also a very connotative and wise old man.

After passing through this magnificent hall, it is considered to be officially inside the martial arts hall.

It was a very wide yard, filled with all kinds of training tools and equipment, and more than a dozen wooden dummy posts.

Behind the yard is a very simple cabin.

In front of the wooden house, a thin old man was lying on a rocking chair, his body was also rocking, he stared blankly at the sky, and a line of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

I don't know what he is looking at?

I don't know what he is thinking?

The veins on the back of this old man's hands were bulging, and he was clutching a crutch that was only in half, as if he was afraid of being snatched away by others. It should be a very precious treasure to him.

The whole person looked very demented.

Zhou Ran smiled and said hello: "Master Rick, good evening."

Old Rick heard the voice and turned his head extremely slowly. It was an extremely old and wrinkled face.

But from his rather tall nose bridge and the general outline of his face, it can be vaguely seen that the old man should have been a handsome guy when he was young.

Old Rick looked at Zhou Ran with cloudy eyes, smiled stiffly, and said, "Zhou, you are here... But, I remember that today is not a Sunday, you usually come during a Sunday..."

"Well, it should usually be like this. When you are very stressed or very happy, um, judging by your current state, you should be very happy."

Zhou Ran walked behind Old Rick with a smile, put his hands on Old Rick's shoulders, pressed them lightly, nodded, and said, "I'm really happy, I can't even say I like one or the other. Disgusting, people who occasionally make me feel troublesome and uncomfortable, have left me..."

"I feel extremely happy now, full of strength and boundless energy, Master Rick, how do you feel about this strength?"

Old Rick smiled and asked: "Your strength is very good and comfortable. By the way, you just said that it is not a woman, right?"

"I guess she must still be a very beautiful woman... Otherwise, I really can't think of anything that can trouble such an excellent man like you..."

Zhou Ran nodded and said, "She is indeed a very beautiful woman..."

Hearing the words, old Rick got up abruptly and moved very quickly. He didn't look like an old man at all. He stared at Zhou Ran with cloudy eyes, and asked very nervously: "It's really a woman, and She is also a very beautiful woman... Zhou, do you have feelings for her?"

Zhou Ran shook his head and said, "Of course I don't feel it... If I do, why would I feel troubled?"

Hearing the words, old Rick took a deep breath, calmed down, and said slowly: "It's fine if you don't feel it, it's fine if you don't feel it..."

Zhou Ran frowned, stared at old Rick and asked, "Master Rick, what do you mean? What do you mean if you don't feel anything? You always feel that there is nothing good about it?"

Old Rick blinked his turbid eyes, sighed, and said slowly: "Oh, Zhou, you know that I have always been very good to you, and I have given you all the tricks I used to suppress the bottom of the box."

"And I have always regarded you as my son. Now that my old Rick is so old, I can't even eat a bowl of rice all day..."

"I feel like my body is getting worse day by day, and I'm going to die soon..."

"Old Rick had only one wish before he died, and that was to see my last remaining daughter get married."

"I want to entrust her to you... It's best to have a baby as soon as possible... I want to see my third generation again..."

After hearing this, Zhou Ran took a deep breath, shook his head, and vehemently refused: "Impossible, it's impossible, Master Rick, look at your age, you've reached the age of old scum, may I ask you?" How old is your daughter now?"

"You just celebrated your 120th birthday last month! Even if your daughter was born later, how late can it be?"

"Well, now I count her 40 years old, which is too late... But I am only 28 years old, Mr. Rick, this is really inappropriate..."

After hearing this, old Rick sneered, and quickly explained: "Zhou, she's not that old, she's only 20 years old, and it's the seed I left behind when I was old and strong 20 years ago..."

"And she is really beautiful and virtuous... You can meet her... She is definitely the best creation in my life..."

Zhou Ran looked at the creases on Master Rick's face, shook his head fiercely again, and refused sharply: "No, this is really not allowed. Master Rick, let me reiterate that I am not Probably with your daughter..."

"Even if you're talking gaudy right now? But when I see your face that's about to die, it's hard for me to believe your daughter's age... It's also hard to believe that she will be very beautiful..."

"Because according to scientific statistics, when a man is a hundred years old, his one can no longer be used at all, and he has completely lost his fertility..."

"If that's really the seed you left behind at the age of 20, I suspect you might have drunk too much that day and don't remember, now you need to do a DNA test as soon as possible, you may have helped someone else raise their daughter for [-] years. "