Overlords in the Marvel Universe

"Ah, this sad duck is right, those third-rate screenwriters want to destroy me, Mo Qiao, the best and most outstanding gold column producer of Doujie Unlimited Entertainment!" Mo Qiao shouted angrily , "Their script brought Howard here to destroy my film and television empire without any qualms, because they know that I will never kill my number one star!"

"Major Domor?"

"I'm here, the great producer of the golden column."

"Let the troops get ready to go to Sparkdun, let's expose those double-faced guys, and use this to regain glory!" Mo Qiao waved his hand, and then embraced Domo's shoulder with excitement.

"But sir, once this matter breaks out, wouldn't the supervisors of those 'two-faced guys' have to take action on you for bribing their staff?" Duo Mo methodically analyzed the benefits and benefits of this matter for Mo Qiao. cons.

"Cut, I'll take care of them!" Mo Qiao showed disdain, "But I want to remind you in advance that you don't want to occupy the magpie's nest when I'm not around, and do powerful push and quality planning by yourself, what a monster! "

"No problem, sir, but what should we do with these two captives?" Domo asked blankly.

"Howard can't even move a hair, it's too expensive." Mo Qiao frowned after receiving the script arranged by Li Jie, thinking for a moment, "As for the other one, kill her, she is not Bev."

"As Bev's successor, Tara Tam's performance is really terrible. If it weren't for taking care of the damn minority, I wouldn't let a tattooed black human woman be my heroine, bookmark There are extinct humanoid races at home!"

After Tara Tam obediently surrendered, Dormor wrapped its body with a special gel, which made Tara Tam look like an insect fossil in amber.The gelatin can penetrate into the lungs and provide sufficient oxygen, so there is no risk of suffocation.

"What are you going to do? Can you make a hole in this disgusting jelly and let me shoot her in the head?" After receiving Mo Qiao's order, a staff member asked his colleague with some disgust .

"It's not disgusting, it's just like the chicken feet on your head and the fluff on your body, it's all natural! I don't need you to help me kill her, I just need to compress the gel and squeeze her to death! You This simple-minded fool [beep——]!"

"Hey, look at this guy!" A tauren pointed at Howard Duck, who was thrown on the ground by Mojo, "Look, this is a superstar~ When my friends needed it most, they chose to run away! "

At this time, Howard Duck used all four limbs as if fleeing for his life, and advanced quickly against the floor, causing bursts of laughter from the surrounding staff.

"For the first time I know that ducks can climb faster than turtles!"

"I guess the current audience likes the coward hero!"

"What big star, look at it quickly, it looks like a dog! Hahahaha!"

Chapter 189 New Duck City

Listening to the wanton ridicule of these strange creatures around, Howard the Duck stood up straight with no expression on his face, and then took the half of the sound-collecting microphone from the crew member in front of him while he was slipping away.

Howard the Duck grabbed the long pole and turned back. Without Mojo's permission, the surrounding staff avoided to the sides one after another. I don't know why the duck suddenly went crazy.

"Gah!"

Coming to the gel-wrapped Tara Tam, Howard the Duck turned his hands, pointed the long rod of the sound-collecting microphone at the gel on his chest, and jabbed violently.

"Is this guy stupid? Does he want to kill his friend? Why? For ratings?"

Howard Duck's sudden coquettish operation directly shocked all the staff present. They didn't understand why Howard Duck did this.

"No one will pay for this kind of cliché reversal, and the audience is not fans of the fan circle, you are just a duck." The tauren man touched his horn, "I mean, unless there will be a show next Classic twists and turns, but that's impossible..."

As soon as the words fell, cracks spread rapidly along the surface of the gel covering Tara Tam, and then exploded with a crisp sound, disintegrating into fragments flying all over the sky.

"That's it, the show is over!" Howard the Duck shouted.

"Phew, I feel much better now." After getting out of trouble, Tara Tam knocked down the pistol in the hand of the staff next to her with a punch, "You are really good at this kind of vulgar plot, duck!"

"Thanks for the compliment, because I know I'm the best! Now, case closed!"

"You're dead! You little monster!" The staff surrounded by the side threatened viciously.

"Really?"

Howard the Duck grabbed the pistol that fell off and was knocked down by Tara Tam, and shot through the staff member's calf with a backhand shot.

"My leg! How could you! Ah!" The staff member who looked like a crayfish was lying on the ground holding his right leg and howling, repeating the obscenities that greeted Howard's family.

"Oh, come on, you threatened to kill me just now, I was just defending myself." Howard blamed the duck and said with a look of disdain.

"Oh duckling, you are really...a superstar." Mo Qiao clapped vigorously, looking at Howard the Duck with an expression full of approval.

"Do you know, Mo Qiao, all this is over." Howard blamed the duck and aimed his gun at Mo Qiao who was not far in front of him, "This damn reality show is completely over!"

"Oh, you can't say that, the audience will be sad." The smile on Mo Qiao's face suddenly became strange, and his voice became distorted immediately, "Why don't you accept your own What about fate?"

"Life is ups and downs like a drama, what's wrong with it, you just have to cross that wall?"

A hand grabbed Howard's strange duck's neck from behind, its limbs seemed to be wrapped in a layer of invisible glue, and it was extremely difficult to even move its fingers.

"Ta, Tara?"

"Tara is asleep, she can't hear." Tara Tam's voice became exactly the same as that of Mo Qiao just now, "Looking at your expression, it doesn't seem surprising at all?"

"It seems that the white guy has already warned you, it's really boring."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Howard blamed the duck mouth and insisted, "What did you do to my assistant?"

"To be honest, I'm not a person who likes to threaten others, let alone a duck." Tara Tam opened a portal above the head of Howard's strange duck, and there was a faint burst of light from the opposite side of the door. Horror roar.

"Behind this door is a group of cute little octopuses. That white guy has put some restrictions on your mind, and this body makes it impossible for me to directly read the memory in your mind." La Tam threatened in a low voice, "You know what I want to hear, that white guy has told you a lot, if you don't say it, then you can only become a pile of fodder."

"Mmmmmmmm!" Howard blamed the tight mouth of the duck, and let out an indistinct murmur.

"I'm impatient, so I'll give you time to count to three, one!" Tara Tam stretched her arm forward, making Howard's mouth close to the portal in front of her.

"No no no no!"

"two!"

Howard Duck let out all of his energy, and it wanted to say something, but an inexplicable force clamped their mouths tightly, and Howard Duck couldn't say anything except "uuuh".

"Three... well, you have a kind!" Tara Tam gave Howard the strange duck a thumbs up, "I can't tell, you duck is still a man!"

Howard blamed the duck with a blank expression: nnd, I'm tired, destroy it.

"But what I hate the most are tough-talking guys. In fact, thinking about it another way, no matter what that white guy said to you, as long as you hang up, all his efforts and tricks will be in vain." Tara Tam pushed hard and threw Howard the Duck directly into the portal in front of him, "I'll give you another word before I leave. The audience doesn't like illogical reversals. Your acting skills are like a A clown, but it's still better than those little fresh meats."

...

Friendly reminder, traveling through the space channel is not a good experience, especially if you do not have any protection.

"Gahhhhhh!"

The screams from Howard's strange duck's mouth were louder and louder, and it sounded horrific.

"Sure enough, I was right, Howard, your perseverance and bravery, and your spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice is amazing!" The familiar voice of the pure white figure sounded in Howard's strange duck's ear, full of approval.

"I went to [beep-beep--]! You must be playing tricks just now! You must be pressing my mouth to prevent me from speaking!" Howard the duck, who felt that he was in a free fall, cursed angrily.

"You think too much, there is no such thing at all." The voice of the pure white figure suddenly became very weak, "To make a long story short, I will use my last power to change the final destination of the space tunnel. At that time, you The 'traits' on your body will also be activated, and everything can only depend on you."

"What?"

In a daze, Howard the Duck escaped from the portal with his face grabbing the ground, and fell straight to the ground.

"Dizziness..." Howard rubbed his head strangely, staring at a circle of little stars and sat upright on the ground.

"Hey are you alright buddy? Did you drink too much at the party last night?"

"Are you... a duck?" Howard blamed the duck, staring blankly at the humanoid duck in front of him.

"Dude, are you drunk? This is New Duck City, and everyone is a duck."

Chapter 190 The Blade Warrior

He often haunts my waking hours, telling me what is counterintuitive and what is natural.

Blade warrior, vampire hunter, day walker, ghost assassin, poet on the verge of death... His life is written in blood and engraved in dark red, which is a road of punishment born of instinct and persistence.

But at this moment when the trajectory of his fate was deviated due to the sacrifice of his comrades-in-arms, his faith was subjected to an extreme test.

Blade Eric Brooks, Hannibal King, and Frank Dark, the three of them are the most loyal friends.They are real warriors, nightmares in the eyes of vampires, and ghost killers in the night. Together they fight against the first vampire monarch-Varna, and they are psychologically prepared to pay any price.

[Hannibal King, a private detective, was attacked and killed by a vampire while investigating a commercial espionage case, and found himself turned into a vampire after waking up in the morgue; in order not to succumb to the curse of the vampire, Hannibal King He refused to drink the blood of any living animal, and only relied on purchasing blood from hospitals and animal corpses to ensure his daily needs. Later, he met Eric Brooks, the blade warrior, and Frank Duck, the vampire hunter, and the three formed the Nightcrawler Organization. Against supernatural enemies]

[Frank Dark, rich N generation, descendant of Dracula, vampire hunter, proficient in various fighting techniques, and also a sharpshooter, the weapon is a nanotechnology gun named 'Linda', the blade fighter Comrades of Rick Brooks]

They sacrificed a lot.

Fate has given you a special favor, but has not shown you any kindness, believe me, death is much easier than living with the kindness of survivors.

Our way to the future is somehow blocked by that damned fate.

In the Nieman Mental Hospital at night, John Clark was clutching his head and sitting on a chair, howling in pain, like an injured and irritated beast, and also like a hysterical fanatic addict.

Looking carefully, John Clark's body is covered with various text patterns and strange symbols, like dense tattoos covering his exposed skin.

At this moment, the surface of these tattoos glows faintly, just like the eye-catching fireflies in the dark night.

Even... I can't make predictions.

In the prophetic picture seen by John Clark, the entire New York City was ignited by flames, and the people on the street fled in all directions, screaming in despair; while in the sky and on the ground, countless twisted monsters were born from blood, Show your sharp fangs to the fleeing residents around you.

oh god!No!Don't let this happen!

The pierced bodies, tortured souls, the smell of sulfur and blood turned the entire New York City into a huge cemetery!

But... how?Who on earth would love and unleash such a massacre?

John Clark was beating his head frantically, trying to find the mastermind behind this disaster that was about to happen in the near future through prophecy, and to stop it!

But who would it be?A series of names flashed in John Clark's mind, until finally, the blood-red name full of blood appeared before John Clark's eyes.

I know who it is. The first lord, Varner, died in the explosion that caused the final beheading of the Nightcrawler organization... Then, who else could be besides him?

my Lord!He's coming back...he's coming back!

"He's coming back!" John Clark showed horror, and he overturned the table in front of him because he was too excited.

At this moment, John Clark was insane like a madman, and the appearance of yelling made him look like he had completely lost his mind.

As we all know, a mental hospital is a very magical place, because the true rate of patients here is [-]%, and anyone who is hospitalized must be sick, so it is very strange that a person with superpowers who have the ability to predict will be locked up in a mental hospital. normal thing.

"What are you shouting for? Are you going to climb the wall again, boy John?" The tall and muscular male nurse opened John Clark's ward, holding a sedative for injection in his hand , "If you continue to be disobedient like this, your Uncle Frank may come and beat you half to death."

The male caregiver walked up to John Clark impatiently, took out a towel, rolled it up, and strangled John Clark's mouth like putting a bit on a horse.This is to prevent John Clark from accidentally biting off his tongue in the middle of madness. The male nurse is going to inject him with a sedative to keep him quiet for a while, and let him go crazy like this. It is estimated that if John Clark is not careful, he will hurt yourself.

Although the male nurse is very vicious and utters a few dirty words from time to time, he is one of the most dedicated nurses in this psychiatric hospital, even if he is often woken up by patients in the middle of the night A trace of complaints, and never vented on the patient.

So because of this, John Clark didn't do anything excessive to him after violently attacking the male nurse. He just used the tranquilizer that he was going to use on the male nurse.

"I have to hurry, he's coming back, and there's only one person who can stop him." Putting on the uniform of the male nurse, John Clark's eyes became extremely firm at this moment.

……

Not long after John Clark fled, a plump red-haired white woman appeared in the corridor outside the ward with her medical records. She lowered her head and frowned, as if she was thinking about something.

"John Clark, also known as Bible John, alas, I hope his mental evaluation will be better this month." As a doctor, Harley Quinn naturally hopes that her patients will recover as soon as possible, "But Every time he comes to him, he almost never speaks, what is causing him a nervous breakdown? Why does he draw those messy symbols on his body?"

John Clarke is completely different from the patients that Harley Quinn has been in contact with before. It is no exaggeration to say that during the past few months of psychotherapy, Harley Quinn even felt that she had developed an illusion, that It is this man who is called "Bible John" who really has some kind of super power to predict the future.

"Ha, how is it possible? It must be because I haven't slept too much lately." Laughing at herself, Harley Quinn raised her hand and was about to knock on the door politely, but found that the door of John Clark's ward was only ajar, and It's not closed.

Strange, why is this door open?

An ominous premonition instantly filled Harley Quinn's brain. She carefully pushed open the door of the ward in front of her, and at the same time said loudly, "Hey, John, I'm Dr. Quinn, and I'm here for today's couple. one……"

Before she finished speaking, Harley Quinn saw the male nurse lying on the ground soundly asleep, but her patient, John Clark, had long since disappeared.

Realizing that John Clark had escaped from her ward, Harley Quinn immediately pressed the alarm switch in the room, and in an instant, the piercing alarm bell quickly rang through the entire corridor.

And in the parking lot of the psychiatric hospital, a slightly embarrassed figure was chasing a red car in front of him and shouting curses.

"Stop! You cursed idiot! Crazy!" The night shift security guard who was chasing after the car felt that his lungs were going to explode, "Grandson, stop the car for me!"

John Clark, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the red car, didn't hear anything out of the window. At this moment, he was driving like an extremely excited lunatic, looking for the savior in his heart who could prevent the prophecy from happening.

Eric Brooks

Chapter 191 The Cursed Person

Fighting world, defeating the world.

This is a world made up of fragments of modern cities in countless parallel universes. The time and background are set as the earth in the 21st century. Although the name marked on the official map is the defeated world, other outsiders prefer to call it ——Vampire Paradise.

New York City.

This is a city that used to be full of the rich and the hip, but times have changed and those who can move have long since moved, and new residents are rare here.

Eric Brooks is sorting out the clutter in his new apartment. He never dreamed that one day he would move into a luxurious apartment in the center of New York, and the rent was pitifully low. Even his "poor" "Ghosts" can afford it.

"Aha, returning to the old place is a brand new beginning." Eric Brooks opened the glove box in front of him, "After the sacrifices of Hannibal and Frank, it is not easy to put my life back together , but I have to do it sooner or later, even though I miss them all the time."

Eric Brooks found a photo of him and his comrades in the glove box, looking at the two figures in the photo, Eric Brooks also showed a nostalgic smile on his rigid face, "It's a pity Hannibal will never be able to get himself in the picture, ha, Frank still likes to have bunny ears behind him."