Marvel: Starting with the forced creation of villainous characters

Sharon Carter was totally swayed by this. In her eyes, as long as Mark didn't fall into darkness and stayed on the right path, she was willing to do any dirty or tiring work for him.

Just as Sharon Carter was working on her own strategy, the Mark System's progress bar moved forward a little bit more.

Self-deception is the most fatal flaw.

Mark glanced at Sharon Carter with some surprise. He had a feeling that this woman was a bit strange, a bit like... a simp?

He had a friend in his past life who was also very proactive when he was trying to woo a goddess.

Mark quickly dismissed the dangerous thought.

Sharon Carter is a positive figure, after all. Surely someone like that can't also have the traditional fetish of priests (liking little boys), right?

Sharon Carter came in a hurry, and then left in a hurry.

After Sharon Carter left, the water sprite suddenly said, "That woman is strange; she's being way too enthusiastic."

Jessica Jones, who was standing not far away, chimed in, "Yeah, I get the feeling she's been trying to please you."

Upon hearing this, Mark instantly made a judgment.

"Looks like this wasn't just my imagination," Mark thought, stroking his chin.

…………

Hell's Kitchen West, Upper West Side.

Fearing retaliation from Hit-Girl, the old dog didn't choose to run away with his bucket, because he wanted to fight one last time for his retirement.

With a bounty of 1000 million, plus Hit-Girl, that's 2100 million. He only needs to kill any one of them to achieve financial freedom and then return to his hometown to retire in peace.

If he kills both of them, he can even become a high-ranking person in a bustling metropolis.

So he spent a lot of money to hire a group of mercenaries, with the goal of killing Hit-Girl and Mark.

After meeting with the mercenary leader, Old Dog, feeling as if his heart was bleeding, silently prayed, "50 US dollars! If we fail again this time, we'll really lose everything."

"God bless me! Please bless me so that I can send those two damned, born evil bastards to meet you."

Praying to God to kill two children sounds like something out of hell.

But that's America.

After listening to Old Dog's story, the mercenary squad leader, both amused and annoyed, scoffed, "So you hired us, and you still haven't found their exact location?"

Old Dog quickly assured him, "Although I don't know their location, I'm sure they'll come knocking on my door."

The mercenary captain nodded and asked, "So, what should we do?"

"I will open the shop as usual. Knowing that little girl, I know she will definitely come back to cause me trouble. You guys should lie in ambush in my shop beforehand, and take action as soon as she falls into the trap," Old Dog calmly instructed.

The mercenary captain opposite them nodded. Dealing with two children was probably the simplest mercenary task they had ever received.

As for that fierce little girl, she's killed quite a few thugs.

Please!

Don't challenge these professionals with your amateur skills.

With manpower available, the old dog returned to his shop with renewed confidence and started doing business as usual.

Meanwhile, at a secret base of the Hand.

Madam Gao, who looked somewhat thin, knelt quietly in front of the coffee table, watching the steam rising from the teacup with an expressionless face.

Mrs. Gao suddenly spoke up, asking, "Murakami, you're the ones who caused this mess. Have you thought about how you're going to clean it up?"

Murakami said helplessly, "The letter was too late; this is all a misunderstanding."

It's quite ironic, really, that the Hand has killed quite a few wealthy people, but Abbott was definitely not on their assassination list.

Madam Gao was not satisfied with this answer and continued, "Eppert is very special. The main thing is that this man is like a pimp who specializes in pimping for the evil people in high society. He has dirt on those evil people in his hands."

"The problem now is that we killed such a disgusting madam, but we still haven't gotten the most valuable list he had."

"The most troublesome thing is that his death has also attracted the attention of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency." A voice suddenly rang out from outside the door, and Botu walked in.

Seeing this, Murakami retorted, "So, you've come here to interrogate me?"

Mrs. Gao did not answer, but instead gave an irrelevant reply: "We cannot give up New York. Alexandra has confirmed that the keel is in New York."

Seeing that Murakami remained expressionless, Madam Gao sighed helplessly: "Let's make a tough decision, discard an unimportant piece, and bring this matter to a complete close."

A somewhat agitated Murakami retorted, "Shin is my apprentice."

It wasn't that Murakami was reluctant to part with his apprentice; what he cared about was that Shin was indeed a talented person, and also loyal enough.

Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate, a hoarse voice rang out, and Alexandra Reed emerged from the shadows.

"The Hand has been silent for too long, to the point that people have forgotten our power. I've taken care of this matter. Now all you have to do is withstand the pressure from the authorities." As soon as Alexandra Reed finished speaking, a bloody head with distinctly female features was thrown out by the woman behind him.

"This stupid woman thinks that by getting close to Hydra and knowing a few politicians, she can control the Hand. Humph! She's just an ant that walks the rules."

"When others disregard the rules, her life begins its countdown, just like now." After saying this, Alexandra Reed gently placed her left foot on the head.

"Just throw out a few insignificant pieces, but once is enough. The Hand is a serious organization and we forbid blunders."

pop~

The head beneath Alexandra Reed's feet was crushed like a tomato, and Alexandra Reed turned and left the secret room with the woman behind her.

Madam Gao watched the two figures as they walked away, her expression not very pleasant.

"Erica... truly worthy of being the vessel of the 'Beast'," Madam Gao thought with a hint of envy.

Because Alexandra Reed controls Erica, the vessel of the "beast," their "four fingers" are already showing signs of being led by Alexandra Reed.

Before Alexandra Reed took control of Erica, the status of these "five fingers" was actually relatively balanced.

"Looks like a boring show of showing off." Murakami sneered, then got up and left the secret room as well.

After everyone had left, Madam Gao took out a stack of photos from her pocket and muttered to herself, "Could I also cultivate a vessel for a 'beast' even better than Erica's?"

Emma, ​​a born evil seed with extremely high intelligence, is naturally drawn to dark abilities and seems quite suited to demonic power.

Then there's Mindy, who was trained by her mentally ill father from a young age and had already become a ruthless killer at a young age; she's practically a mini-version of Erica.

Both children were exceptionally talented, and she did indeed develop a slight fondness for their abilities.