MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v6 Chapter 24 The man who woke up from the ruins (3/5)

"If your son is a Cree, then we can start the fight directly now," He Shenyan said.

"Kree? No... he's not."

The huge planet named Egg thought for a while, although the madness He Shenyan felt from his voice didn't seem to be fake, but he was very calm and restrained at this time.

He said slowly: "I understand, it is the handwriting of the supreme wisdom... Thank you for avenging him, Mage. I saw the end of the Kree."

After saying this, he planned to leave. But He Shenyan said, "Wait."

"What's the matter, Mage?"

He Shenyan looked at Egg. He keenly felt that this living planet must know something, but he didn't have time to ask him now. So he just said, "It's fine."

Egg nodded, considering his size and just a planet. The action was supposed to look comical, but his old face softened the feeling. A huge amount of energy opened a channel, and Egg disappeared in an instant. Before leaving, he did not forget to open his mouth wide and ate a few asteroids floating beside him.

The mage dropped the question and moved on.

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Mark woke up from a coma.

He touched his forehead, his fingers were sticky, and when he got closer, he realized that it was actually blood.

I'm bleeding?

He began to think back to what had just happened.

He rushed out of the house with a guitar...there were many people on the street...they walked together in the direction of the city hall...the police were on the same line as them...

Then...then what?

Then what happened?

He thought about it carefully, but he didn't know how he was lying in the ruins anyway.

He touched his waist, the gun was still there. Mark's mood was unusually calm at this time. He lay in the rubble, his whole body was burning with pain.

Until a slight weeping sound came from the right.

A man shouted, "Hey! Is anyone alive!"

The cry ignored him, childish, like a child's voice.

"God...Damn, what the **** happened...Hey! Can anyone hear me!"

Mark listened to the child's cry, he coughed twice, and a weak voice came out of his dry throat: "Here!"

Fortunately, the man was relatively close to him. He heard footsteps, a shovel dug the bricks over his head, and a disgraced man looked at him and said, "Dude, are you all right?"

"I don't know, buddy... but you'd better put me here first, I heard a child cry just now."

The man wiped his face, took a deep breath, and said, "Do you know which direction it came from?"

"On the right."

"Okay, man, you stay here for a while, and I'll go find that kid."

He left, and Mark lay on the spot. He moved his body with difficulty, testing his hands and feet to make sure they were still behind. He breathed a sigh of relief, but then thought about his guitar.

Yes...my guitar.

He turned his head and looked around, but didn't see the old guitar. Mark was neither sad nor happy, he had an ugly smile on his face that looked overly aged because of alcohol and drugs, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The man was still shouting loudly. He seemed to be able to hear the child's cry, so he followed the sound to find it. Mark heard the sound of the shovel digging in the ruins, and the cry suddenly became clear. A man's voice came: "God...child, where are your parents? What a hell..."

The sound of his footsteps and the child's sobbing approached, and Mark saw him again. The man bent down and said, with the shovel in his hand, "It's a little girl, man. It's really getting worse, alas, forget about that. How are you?"

Mark said humorously: "I guess I might just be missing a guitar, but everything else is fine."

The man waved the shovel in his hand, and he shoveled away the pieces that were on Mark's body one by one: "Oh! You are the guy who plays the guitar! I have to say, man, you play well."

"Ha!" Mark laughed, and he coughed twice. He said, "Thank you for your compliment, but I haven't touched that thing for a long time. Did you come out after watching TV too?"

"Yeah, dude. We are all. I live with my three brothers and I'm staying at home. But... you know, Captain America's call! So we're out. Who knew this What?" The man's voice was calm.

"Uh..." Mark was a little embarrassed, he didn't know how to continue the topic, but the man did it himself.

"Didn't see my brothers go there. Our family has always had good luck, my dad got four shots and he's still farming in the country. I'm sure they'll be fine too... well, Dude. Come, give me your hand."

Mark raised his hand, and the man pulled him out of the ruins and supported him~www.novelbuddy.com~ Mark signaled that he could walk, he took a deep breath, and saw the little **** the ground beside her, she stopped crying , but curiously twitched his fingers and looked at the two men in front of him.

A dark-skinned man with glasses, covered in dust and dirt.

A potbellied, old, ugly and bald man wearing an old overalls.

She suddenly laughed.

The two looked at each other. The adults never understood what the children were thinking.

The man reached out and shook hands with Mark. His hands were strong, and the man introduced himself: "Dave Albins."

"Mark Lendl."

After they said their names to each other, they were silent, and Mark looked around. It looked like a subway station, not far from an overturned train belching smoke and flames. The chandeliers overhead flickered strongly, half of the stop signs were missing, and only half were left on a support column.

The girl stopped laughing again, she continued to twitch her fingers. The tsk tsk voice was exceptionally clear.

"So, what do we do now?" Dave said.

"I don't know either, buddy. I think we'd better keep looking to see if there are other unlucky guys here too. As for this girl... let's take her with us."

"I think so too, man." Dave nodded, handed the shovel in his hand to Mark, bent down and picked up the little girl, and asked softly, "Hey, little guy, what's your name?"

She twitched her fingers, shook her blond ponytail in an inarticulate voice, and said with a smile, "Alice!"

"Okay, Alice, hello, my name is Dave... er, he's Mark."

They started walking on the ruins.