Miss Clown subverts Marvel

A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead. Of course Sigurd knew what bad associations Harry had. After all, everyone who knew Heimdall's abilities but did not know his character, especially women, would have a strong resistance to him. Psychology, this is also the main reason why Heimdall is not popular.

"No, no, I didn't call him until around nine o'clock in the morning on the day I found you. I'm here, uncle. I definitely won't let him observe you during your sleep time."

Harley breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. She had already put on the big shirt she had snatched that morning. Although she was not wearing pants, she didn't have to kill anything with a large amount of release. Moreover, she had not dealt with any physical problems that morning, so this was okay. What a blessing.

Heimdall is a strange guy. Usually people think that he is very idle, but people who know him think that he is very busy. He stares at the Nine Realms all day long and has no time to talk to people. But almost every time there is a crisis in Asgard, he He couldn't notice it in advance, and he didn't know what he was looking at every day.

Since she was not being spied on, Harley had no intention of continuing the discussion and focused her attention on the treasure again.

"So, what is it about the ruins you mentioned that makes you, an Asgardian, feel that your life is in danger?"

Sigurd smiled awkwardly, and he explained a little embarrassedly:

"It's not life-threatening, but you may suffer a lot of injuries."

Harley's expression fell instantly. She looked at Sigurd with contempt and said:

"You were once a warrior after all, but you are still afraid of getting hurt."

Sigurd's face was a little bitter. He had been at ease for thousands of years and didn't want to take risks in such a troublesome place. However, he was already ashamed of Harley, and now he would be even more sorry if Harley returned disappointed. .Gritting his teeth, he finally made up his mind.

"Okay, I'll take you to the ruins. You won't come back empty-handed this time."

New York, Brooklyn, three middle-aged men wearing tattered clothes gathered in a cardboard house under the bridge, leaning closely together. They were watching the pictures played on the old mobile phones on the table, their eyes full of admiration and admiration. fanaticism.

They were originally poor people who were about to die, barely surviving on government relief. They were already despairing of the world, but suddenly one day they saw a completely different scene.

Crazy thugs with torn mouths were standing on cars waving cash. People in the streets were scrambling to grab the coins flying in the sky. The crowd raised their arms high and chased the thugs, just like pilgrims. .

They attacked the bank at the risk of their lives, but they did not take away the money. Instead, they scattered it all on the street and gave it to these poor people like ants. What a great and noble act it was. They were the ones who truly Saints who give alms receive admiration and thanks from believers.

Watching the saints of God die in the hands of the police with a smile on their faces after completing their mission, the three men burst into tears. They knelt on the ground piously, and an unspeakable spirit was growing and growing in their bodies. This makes them full of courage and no longer afraid of facing death.

The sharp blade scratched the corner of his mouth, and blood flowed on the ground. The men picked up the gun they had snatched from the ground, carefully placed the old mobile phone with the video in their hands on the empty box beside them, and looked at each other. There was no longer any confusion in his eyes.

The existing order has caused too many people to lose hope and future. The huge class gap in the capital world has caused them to forever lose the opportunity to make a comeback. As the bottom class who have lost everything, they are just one of the countless poor people, and now they are awakening. , then you should use your own sacrifice to awaken more people.

If order is oppressing them, then overthrow the order. Chaos is their only way out. Let everyone return to the same starting point. Only in this way can they live a better life.

On this day, the "Clown Gang" once again attacked a bank in New York. Three men with slit mouths shot and killed the bank president and threw all the money they took away from the roof of the shopping mall. Finally, they were surrounded by the police. , jumped down, and fell to his death in the middle of the road in front of the building in front of tens of thousands of people.

In the chaos caused by Qian Yu, tens of thousands of poor people took to the streets. They cheered and occupied the entire road. More and more poor people began to join the team of smashing and looting. They fought desperately before the police could react. They plundered the mall like passing locusts, leaving nothing behind.

More and more poor people returned home with loads of money, and their eyes gradually lit up with the light of hope. The image of the police who maintained law and order became more and more hateful in their eyes, and the torn mouths of the thugs slowly replaced The faith that poor people use to comfort themselves.

The deeds related to the deified clown gang are spreading like a plague in the darkness of New York. More and more people who have lost everything have cut the corners of their mouths with sharp blades. Their once desperate eyes are full of piety and madness. , they aspire to become martyrs like the thugs, to burn out their remaining value, to avenge their enemies, to bloom their final madness before death, and to bring real light to this dark underworld of the city.

Harley sat in the captain's cabin and waited boredly. A few dozen nautical miles seemed not far away, but it actually took several hours to drive there. Fortunately, Harley had been waiting for several days and had already passed the impatient stage. , she no longer cares about it at this time.

After Sigurd replenished the fuel tank again, they finally arrived at the so-called destination, which was an endless sea area. Under the sea surface was a deep sea that could not be seen at a glance. No matter how you looked at it, there were no buildings.

Harley's suspicious eyes flicked away in an instant, and Peter, who was standing quietly aside, also looked at Sigurd with some doubts. Sigurd swallowed in embarrassment and said:

"The people of Atlantis live in the sea, and their cities are naturally in the deep sea. The bottom of this sea is the ruins I mentioned."

"Are you here to play tricks on us?"

Harley was completely angry. She pointed at the sea angrily and said:

"Do we have deep-diving equipment? How do you want us to go down to such a deep seabed?"

Coming with hope, but getting this kind of result, no one would be in a good mood. Even Peter, who had always been good-tempered, rarely tried to comfort Harry, with deep disappointment written on his face.

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Sigurd seemed a little aggrieved. The treasure hunting spots he wrote down were naturally accessible to him. He was not sure whether others could enter. He pointed at himself and defended:

"Actually, I don't really need diving equipment. I can still go down to such a deep seabed. If you find it difficult, you can help me control the rope and boat on the sea surface. I will go down alone to explore and fish out the treasure."