Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

It was wriggling on the ground like a giant maggot, or like a mortal being pressed down by the Five Finger Mountain.

Finally, the burning bare feet stepped directly into the security guard's chest, ending the painful torture.

Ordinary people's lives are so fragile in the face of extraordinary power, even if they are considered elite compared to real ordinary people.

in this way..

The President, who had absolutely no energy for training and could only be protected by the Secret Service, was now backed into a corner, trembling in fear.

It seemed like the young wife who had taken off all her clothes was looking at the two thugs with an extremely panicked expression.

"You...what do you want to do? Don't come over here, stop! No...no!"

Sweating

Step - Step

The heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the temperature was rising rapidly.

The president raised his arms in despair, turned his face to the side, closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come.

He had just seen the miserable plight of the security guards, and when he thought that the same thing might happen to him, a warm current could not help but spread along his pants.

It looked like he was frightened to the point of incontinence, but this is also normal.

But the footsteps stopped in front of him.

The expected pain did not come, and there was no movement in the passage for a long time.

When the President tentatively opened one eye, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

A scream came out of his mouth..

"Ahhhh!!!"

...

In front of him were two charred skeletons, with flesh and blood wriggling and slowly growing back on their bodies.

Especially the eyes, the whites of the eyes changed from being burnt and twisted to being elastic again. This scene makes people feel nauseous.

Besides, the two men had a strong smell of human tissue.

In the end, the President rolled his eyes and passed out.

There was still remnant of vomit at the corner of his mouth.

moment

Perhaps because his vocal cords were fully developed, one of the young men with a flat head and the appearance of an old Russian glanced disdainfully at the person at his feet who was arguably one of the most powerful men in the world.

He smelled the stench and fanned himself in front of his face in disgust.

"This old guy, can he still be president?"

As a veteran who was once on the verge of death on the battlefield, he could neither live nor die.

But now because of the powerful power given by Lord Killian!

These high and mighty, arrogant figures would be frightened to the point of peeing their pants and crawling at their feet.

Needless to say, the rich satisfaction it brings.

It's intoxicating!

It also strengthened their determination to follow in Lord Killian's footsteps.

...

"Okay, this old guy is just an ordinary person. Let's go... take him with us and don't let the adults wait anxiously."

Another young man nearby who was skilled in controlling the desperate virus spat with disdain.

There was also fanaticism flashing in his eyes, but he pretended to be calm, reached out and grabbed the president in front of him.

I picked it up and went to the meeting room.

At this time, the noisy footsteps of soldiers guarding the cabin ahead could be heard.

The two did not linger in the fight and returned quickly.

Into the meeting room

The huge suspended screen was opened. Fortunately, the circuit was not burned out. A shrill alarm sounded on the plane.

The president disappearing is more terrifying than the pilot being hijacked.

everything's ready.

One of the Extremis soldiers ran out to clear out the remaining security forces, while the other, the young man with a crew cut who had been following Killian, positioned the President in a chair.

A crisp slap sounded.

"Snapped--"

"Mr. President, it's time to get up!"

The slap was so fierce that half of the president's face swelled up quickly, leaving a red palm print on his face, and even the fingerprints were clearly visible.

It seems that some private goods were smuggled in.

The bald guy waved his hands triumphantly, and seeing that the president was clearly awake but still had his eyes closed, he frowned and was about to slap him again.

“Enough! Enough…”

The President, with his eyes narrowed, was startled and hurriedly shouted to stop him. Then he remembered that he was at the mercy of others, so he lowered his voice and turned into a plea.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"I'm just the president. Forget about asking for things that are too much. You know, even if I agree, if the Air Force One issue gets out, no one else will agree..."

This is true.

Even though the president is still the president now, once people know that he has been framed, he will no longer be the president and the vice president will temporarily take over the presidency.

The president's mind has not been confused by the fear and he is still one of the smartest people.

So what I said was very considered. I admitted defeat first, but I also said that you should not take it too far and don't bring up questions like nuclear codes. It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I really can't.

He, as a president, sounds so helpless.

A politician indeed.

The guy with the flat head obviously didn't intend to talk too much to him, but instead gestured to the president to look at the big screen in front of him.

...

in the screen

A calm voice echoed in the conference room.

"Mr. President, I'm sorry to see you in this way, but please don't worry, they won't hurt you."

"I'm here to discuss a big deal with you..."

The president hesitated and looked back, afraid of what the young man would do. He looked a little funny and helpless.

But when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he relaxed a little.

A man in a suit and tie with slicked-back blond hair appeared in front of him.

It seems that this is the real person behind this!

The president thought to himself, but the blond man on the screen didn't care what he thought.

With a beaming smile on his face, he gently soothed the emotions of the most powerful man in the world across from him.

"Even if we can't cooperate this time, I won't hurt you..."

The President racked his brains for a long time but still couldn't figure out who the person in front of him was.

After hearing these words, my heart...sank to the bottom.

People with smiling faces are more troublesome!

He coughed with an unnatural look.

"cough~"

"Sir, what do you want to talk about? Please feel free to speak."

"You should have seen my products."

...

Inside the huge floor-to-ceiling screen

Killian stood up at some point, went to the bar behind him to pour a glass of whiskey, and politely gestured to the president.

The president was stunned for a moment, then nodded awkwardly: "Well, what product are you talking about?"

Before he could finish, following Killian's gaze, an idea flashed through the president's mind.

commodity?

Have you seen it?

After some hesitation, he realized that the other person was not signaling to him, but to the man behind him.

Turn around and look.

All the clothes that the guy with the flat head was wearing were burned, and he was calmly stripping clothes off the dead special forces member next to him.

"puff--"

After a sound, the chair leg was pulled out from the security guard's chest. Feeling the gaze, he turned his head and revealed a row of white teeth.

Looking at the president, he couldn't help but shudder, his Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed his saliva.

Suddenly realized something.

He turned around suddenly and looked at Killian, his face full of expressions, from horror to hesitation and finally to a suppressed and faint brilliance.

in silence

The President gradually lost his panic and exuded a calm and majestic aura.

"Sir, what do you mean..."