MTL - Godslayer In the Comic World-Chapter 231 fancy billiards

  Chapter 231 Fancy Billiards

  Mere mortals might find this cool.

   In fact, being a **** is a bit hard, because anyone in the world who reads his name can be heard by him in principle. It's just that there are too many guys who say the name of Kratos, and they all listen to it. It's tantamount to throwing Ange among hundreds of thousands of ducks. The noise pollution caused by the chirping and screaming is terrifying.

  Ange will be absolutely annoying.

  So he let the system block almost all calls, and only intentionally left a few key words that would be triggered, and someone specially selected to call him, so that he would hear it.

  Ange heard this voice, and the expression on his face suddenly turned into a smile. He quickly put on the leather case and crossed the portal.

   Sure enough, as soon as Ange stepped through the portal, he saw a widow sister wearing a black gauze evening dress with a large back and suspenders reclining on a snow-white chaise longue in the middle of the hotel suite.

  As Marvel's sexiest heroine, Black Widow's lethality in this regard is beyond doubt.

  That coquettish face that combines classical beauty, plus the small expression that seems to be a smile that is not a smile, and the half-open peach blossom eyes, just this is enough to make a man crazy.

   Not to mention that tonight she is clearly on full fire.

   Instead of wearing the black leather jacket that is often worn in S.H.I.E.L.D., it is an evening dress that deliberately shows off her figure. Even when she is reclining, the white thighs in the evening dress with high slits are almost completely exposed.

  Ange smiled: "Did you do it on purpose or by accident?"

  Unfortunately, the widow sister didn't know how to answer the question correctly, so she replied, "What do you think?"

  Ange shrugged.

  Ms. Widow lowered her feet, touched her lotus feet to the ground, picked up two goblets with both hands from the bar next to the chaise longue, and poured a glass of red wine gracefully. Then she swayed, leaned over slowly, and handed Ange a glass of wine.

  Ange showed a smile that he thought was charming, but was actually a bit wild in the eyes of the other party. There's no way, Mr. Kui's appearance is just so fierce.

  Fortunately, what the widow sister is best at is interpreting the story of [Beauty and the Beast].

   "Bang!"

  The two clinked glasses lightly, and then drank it down.

   "I did not guess wrong. I called your name, and you can hear it across space. Otherwise, I can't explain it. When I can't resist the violence of the people of the motherland, you will arrive immediately."

  Ange didn't answer directly: "In fact, I can hear all the existences I consider friends calling my name."

   "Is this the Extraordinary's [Super Hearing]?" The widow's words were full of tricks and temptations.

   "You think it is, then it is." Ange put the wine glass on the table next to him casually: "Okay, call me over tonight, what's the matter?"

   "It's okay, can I call you over?" Widow sister performed a "Old Shoulder Sly" in various senses.

   "I'm busy."

   "Busy playing games with your woman?"

   "As long as the game is interesting enough, I like it." Ange spread his hands, showing his true nature.

Hi! Who is afraid of whom?

  I have Wayne blood in me.

  The famous black gold VIP customer of Gotham nightclub!

   "How about? Let's have a game?" Widow sister pointed to the side.

   I have to say that this suite is luxurious enough, and even has a standard pool table.

  Playing billiards is very particular about the feel.

  Ange and the widow were playing a standard American nine-ball game.

  Sister Widow is purely technical.

  Ange's trick is to use his ridiculously strong agility and exaggerated muscle control to make him clear his bag every time, even though his technique is not professional.

  For four consecutive rounds, it turns out whoever kicks off wins all the way to the end.

  Even when Ange was playing, the widow sister always put on a [spoon]-shaped posture on the opposite side, interfering with Ange with her white justice, but Ange still didn't lose a single goal.

   This time, it was Anger's turn to kick off again.

  The widowed sister said coquettishly: "No, we can't tell the winner like this, we have to go up the difficulty."

   "How to increase the difficulty?"

   "I'll be the pole."

  When hitting the ball at the far end of the billiards, the hands are not long enough, and people often have to lean on the pool table and hit the white ball with the cue stick on the pole.

  ...Ange has to admit, the widow sister still knows how to play.

  The widow touched the leather cover on Ange's face, and could clearly feel the separation of skin and skin, Ange did not refuse.

   "Kratos, which one is the real you?"

   "Natasha, which one is the real you?"

  Exactly the same question, but with a different name, the meaning is completely different.

  The first sentence refers to Ange's use of a leather case to hide his identity.

  The second sentence refers to the fact that the widow sister has different faces in front of different people.

  The widow sighed: "Nick didn't call me here. I really just thank you."

"I know."

   "Ugh. I don't want to be caught between you and S.H.I.E.L.D."

   "It's okay, except for Superman and the future Thor, there is no other existence that is qualified to be my enemy." Anger's indifferent answer was full of infinite arrogance.

   "Thor is legendary..." The widow was taken aback.

   Not to mention, Superman is a pervert who can survive a nuclear bomb and be resurrected on the spot.

   "You have a living legend in front of you now." Ange deliberately misled the widow.

   "What should I call you? Your Majesty? Your Excellency? The supreme god?" The widow sister was a little bit savored.

   "I will only respond to you when you call me [Kratos]." An Ge smirked and caressed the pretty face of the widow sister.

   "It seems that you are not a good guy."

   "Yes, I am very bad."

  Ange smiled, and the widow was scared: "Wait..."

   It took another hour for Ange to let the widow go.

   "Natasha, the next situation is a bit dangerous for you. I gave you a little gift. Take it as my blessing."

bless?

  Blessings from the gods?

  The widow was surprised to see a golden light flying out of Kratos' index finger and sinking into her chest.

  She didn't know what it was, but she clearly felt that a force poured into her body, and the feeling of being reborn made her cry out comfortably.

  It felt amazing.

  She was fluttering for a while, and her whole soul seemed to be rippling. For a moment, she almost suspected that she had entered the legendary Captain America's enhanced experiment.

   Just, Easier!

   I don't know how long it took, but when she came to her senses, Kratos had already left.

  Looking at the time, the widow was taken aback, and hurried back to S.H.I.E.L.D. When she rushed to the Quinjet fighter to prepare for the mission, and nervously crushed the metal buckle of the seat belt with one hand, the American team next to her was stunned.

  (end of this chapter)