Hela doesn't want to make trouble

Strictly speaking, the gap between time and space is not a weird crack or the like, but the method of entering is a bit special.

This is the famous three-way zone in the universe. To be honest, the person in power should be the collector Difan, who is what Hela is looking for.

He belongs to the rare gods in the universe and has almost endless life.With this kind of endless life, you have to find something to do for yourself to "waste the time" so as not to be so boring.

His hobby is collecting. Based on the cracks in time and space, he has collected almost all races and species in the universe. The rarer they are, the more they want to own them.

It was a long time ago that Hela came here last time, and looking at it now, it has really changed a lot.

This place has become the largest black market in the universe, and almost all dangerous elements are here.

Driving the spaceship of the Cosmopolitan Police here caused quite a commotion. Just as Hella finished saying "be careful with your wallet", Tony touched his pocket and found it was empty.

"Hey, brat." He looked angrily and helplessly at the children who ran away.

"Things from the earth are worthless here." Hela patted him comfortingly.

Tony blew his beard and stared: "How bad is the situation in this place!"

"Collectors are a race of immortals, and his people occupied this place first. Then the deposits we saw when we came in, these things can be sold for a lot of money on the black market-be careful, that hot spring is corrosive .”

Tony withdrew his foot in fear, with a pale face: "You call this a hot spring?"

"Hmm, they have been mining for many years and haven't finished mining."

"Is this planet stinky with sulfur?" Tony complained, holding back his nausea.

He was always so on point.

"Who knows?" Hela looked left and right, scaring away a few children who were planning to steal from her.

There is a mixture of fish and dragons in the cracks of time and space, and there are violations/laws/crimes/crimes everywhere. She and Tony, two people in neat and out-of-the-ordinary clothes, are like tourists who come to visit without knowing it, with "deceptive" written on their faces.

However, Hela's purpose was very clear, and she wasn't fooled into going to some strange places.

If you ask for directions here, no well-meaning person will answer her, mainly because she doesn't quite remember how to get to the collector.

Fortunately, they didn't look for too long, and a strange woman with purple skin all over her body found them.

"His Royal Highness, Goddess of Death in Asgard, I will pick you up on behalf of the master."

……

The Collector's house was filled with eerie screams and a formalin-like smell. Tony frowned as soon as he entered.

"I hope that the place I came to is not some morgue, wow, there is a dog here, a golden retriever?"

Tony has seen many strange alien races on Liberty Star, and he didn't expect that there are more strange things here in Collector.Hela even saw a dark elf locked in a glass cabinet.

I'm afraid it's not one of Malekith's unlucky subordinates.

"Huh? There's another duck? This duck is really big." He winked at a duck that was locked up, and the duck spat in contempt.

"That's Howard Duck..." Hella said.

"Howard?" Tony was stunned as he wiped the saliva off his face, "God, I actually think Daddy's name suits this duck very well."

"He should come from the duck world, which is a place similar to Earth, but the aborigines are all ducks."

As soon as Hela's words fell, there was a clap of applause from the dark.

"As expected of the goddess of death, she is well-informed."

Coming out from behind a certain collection was a guy with long white hair, a face that looked like a middle-aged uncle, with strange oil paints on his face.

"Long time no see, Goddess of Death."

The last time Hela saw this dressed person was in Saka, she vaguely remembered that the collector was not like this before.

"Who are you, Gao Tianzun?"

"It's my brother," said the Collector.

"Ah, you two have similar aesthetics." Hela pointedly raised her finger to his face.

The collector suppressed the corner of his mouth and couldn't deny it. He looked at the humans beside Hela, and asked as if he remembered something: "I remember the last time I saw you was a thousand years ago, and that ability is very useful. ?"

"Reluctantly, why do you ask this?" Hela subconsciously glanced at Tony.

The ability to enter the photo was indeed obtained from a collector in exchange for the head of a cosmic star beast.

"The after-sales service of Difan Group has always been good."

"Oh, thank you for your after-sales care. If there are any interesting little things in the future, I will be happy to exchange them with you."

"Of course, so what are you looking for this time?" After the polite words, the collector thought for a while, and suddenly looked vigilant, "You don't want to steal something again, do you? I told you that I have upgraded the security, You don't want to take anything from me! Anything!"

"I want to buy something from you." Hela twitched the corners of her mouth.

"Collections are not for sale! How can you say the word "buy" from your mouth? "The collector looked shocked.

How low is her credit?

"Don't be so stingy, I brought you something good."

Collector turned around: "What—this is?"

"You don't look surprised at all." Hela flipped her wrist and flexibly retracted the things in her hands. She looked at the collector's forced calm expression, "You and Ronan are two people, you are both looking for this, right? ?”

"The power of this thing is beyond your control." The Collector said, "Give it to me, what do you want from me?"

"Hey, wait, I'm not interested in your current collection, you have to listen to my request first. We are making a deal."

"any request?"

"Tell me the god of death from different time and space—where is Calzola, everything about him, and then, this is yours."

The collector stared at the thing in her hand, struggling frantically.

"I don't know where he is."

He also wanted to talk about more conditions.

"Oh, then you are useless." Hela turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait, maybe I can remember!" The collector said quickly.

Hela didn't stop: "Tony, let's go, this guy is a charlatan!"

"V176, this is where he last appeared!"

"It seems that he really wants this thing." Hela "whispered" to Tony.

collector:"……"

In order to inspect the goods, he deliberately found an instrument to open the metal ball, only to find that the mechanism inside had already been damaged.

"Huh? What's going on?" For a moment, he thought that Hela had dropped the contents of the bag.

Hela slapped her head: "Oh, I opened it before, sorry."

She casually broke open the metal ball with her bare hands, threw the planetary core in her hand, and handed it to the collector: "Here, it's real."

Whether it’s genuine or not can be seen at a glance, but——

Who would hold such a thing with bare hands!Do you want to die!

He didn't take it, but suddenly his maid yelled, "I will never be your slave again!"

Then the pink-skinned girl rushed over and snatched the planetary core from Hela's hand.

But she doesn't have the ability to control such dangerous items.So it was quickly wiped out by the backlash of power.

The overflowing energy began to run wild, causing a large number of explosions, and Tony immediately blocked the oncoming energy for Hela. Hela quickly picked up the stone that fell on the table, and then restrained the runaway .

"Wow, it's really exciting..." Tony glanced at the collector whose face was scorched black by the energy blast, "Stark Industries has never squeezed employees, you are not good at being a boss. Employees are making trouble."

"I thought you could handle this, but I still have to come."

Hela exhaled with a puffed face. Out of humanitarianism, she poked the collector, and after confirming that he was hopeless, she used her own magic to pull him back from the death line.

The collector who woke up was stunned for a few seconds.

"Thank you..." he said dryly.

"You're welcome, it's easy to do, but your house needs to be cleaned up." Hela looked around the mess, "Do you still want this thing now?"

"Uh……"

"I don't want to buy any valuables, but the earth just doesn't have any." Hella said, "The paint is the strongest kind you use on those mining machines outside, of course, I want the best. "

"I see, Karina, bring the paint over—Karina? Oh, I forgot she just died, what a pity."

The collector was stunned, and had to resign himself to saying "wait a minute".Then I moved out an iron can from the collection.

"Industrial grade, enough."

"Oh, thanks, how much?"

"No need, just take it and go." The collector waved his hand.

"Well, you're being generous."

"But I still want to give you a piece of advice, Goddess of Death." Before leaving, the Collector stopped her, "Although you have the power to control the universe, putting these little things together will bring misfortune, and Calzola is also there. Find them."

"Then let him look for it..." Hila didn't look back, "I'll wait for him here, if he has the ability, come and find me, let me see who is the real god of death in this universe."

……

This is how many times Jarredy sat on the top floor of the Stark Tower in a daze.

Ever since Hela and Tony had completely lost contact, the contract between the little mouse and Hela had only vague perceptions left.

Although it was said that Hela always bullied it and Tom, over the years, Hela had never tried to drive Tom away like Tom's previous owner did, nor did she scream that there was a mouse in the house and try her best to drive him away.

The fight between cat and mouse has demolished homes countless times. Because of the psychological shadow of being abandoned, Tom will always clean up the house as soon as he calms down—of course, under the pressure of Hela.

Hella never said "Get out of this house", not once.

The simple mouse thought she was a good master, and it was the wisest decision to follow Hela on that day's farm.

But now Tom runs around all day with Captain America Steve and fights against Hipaw—

Now there is a male owner with a metal arm. The previously lazy cat has become super hardworking, and the little mouse with no ambition just wants to eat and die.

It occasionally went to play with Spider-Man in the super small armor that Tony made for it, and the boy would give it a nice soda every time.

Jerry also went with him to his school, where Hella used to work - although it caused a little commotion that time, it was a pleasant experience overall.

But no matter how interesting things are, there will be a boring day. There is no shortage of food in the building. Jarvis will order fresh food for it every day. It no longer has to worry about survival, but without Tony and Hella, Jerry will still feel lonely .

It's now the third month since they've been away, and Pepper is all but Tony dead, and there's only a memorial service.

Why hasn't Hella come back yet?

The mouse thought melancholy and angrily, if she didn't come back, it would eat her sofa.

Then--

"Ding dong—" the private elevator rang.

It lacked interest and thought it was a food delivery, but it didn't expect to hear Hela's voice.

The mouse's ears were pricked up, and it jumped up excitedly on the back of the sofa.Sure enough, I saw the dusty Hella and Tony.

"Wonder Mouse, we're back—God, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Jerry's appearance, Tony's smile froze on his face.

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