[Comprehensive] The daily life of bear children

Chapter 152 Middle-aged and Elderly COS Club

"I'm not too optimistic about this fight."

Valkyrie, the Valkyrie, analyzed coldly: "Thanos has been in the universe for so many years, and he has almost no opponents. He destroys a planet, as easy as stepping on a toy. This time, he led an alien army to attack the atrium ,If you rely solely on the group of so-called Atrium superheroes, there is almost no possibility of winning. What's worse, if the Green Lantern Corps is there, the Atrium people can still ask them for help, but Jurisdiction 2814, which is the Atrium and its surrounding areas The Green Lantern successor did not appear at all. This means that the Atrium people are alone and can only rely on themselves."

"They're not alone," Saul said. "They have us."

"Sol, you are the king of Asgard, not the king of the courtyard." The Valkyrie said incomprehensibly.

"There are my friends in the atrium, and the new Asgard I'm about to build." Thor replied.

"So, are you planning to abolish the public for personal reasons?" the Valkyrie asked bluntly.

"What can I do? Flee from Thanos? I never run from a fight..."

"But this isn't your fight."

"Valkyrie." Sol said calmly: "Asgard has been destroyed, we are homeless, the Atrium accepted us, and the Asgard is also under construction... However, the Atrium has a strong enemy coming, We chose to run away immediately? I'm sorry, I can't do this kind of thing."

"I don't like reasoning."

He smiled brightly at the Valkyrie, and his voice was clear and firm: "But listen, I will never be afraid of fighting, I will never abandon my friends, and I will never abandon the courtyard. If you don't want to, you can still choose to escape, you can If you continue to drink heavily, you can find another existence like a master, and be his dog's leg to oppress the people. But I won't, I will always choose to face it, because that is a heroic act!"

The Valkyrie looked at him silently, and finally smiled helplessly: "Okay, it's up to you."

"I've always thought that your dramatic talent is great, and now it seems that it really is."

Tony's teasing voice sounded: "Have you ever thought about acting in Shakespeare's drama instead of being Thor? Your lines are very good."

The golden-red Iron Man fell from the sky and gave him a thumbs up.

The Vision is floating in mid-air, with Batman and Superman in the Batplane next to him.

Sol greeted Tony with a smile, stepped forward, and hugged him warmly: "That's Rocky's hobby, not mine."

Tony raised his mask and was about to continue talking when the phone rang.

He raised a finger and closed the mask again with a swipe: "Wait a minute, I'll answer the phone."

He put the AI ​​through a video call on Friday, and Fury's one-eyed and bald head appeared in front of him.

"Damn it, it's you." Tony blurted out in shock.

"Is this the attitude of reunion after a long absence, impolite boy."

Fury said unhappily: "Okay, I'm too lazy to argue with you, so I'll make a long story short."

"You should have done it long ago and cut down on the crap," Tony said.

Fury rolled his eyes at him, and said quickly: "I have already contacted the captain and the X-Men. Is there a witch under your command who can contact wizards?"

"As expected of the chief agent!" Tony exclaimed casually, "But..."

He thought seriously and asked, "Fury, what are your plans?"

"What other plans do you have? In the face of a powerful enemy, you can only..."

Frey paused, then solemnly replied: "Heroes assemble."

Meanwhile, in another world,

"You guys, leave with me first." The wrinkled white-haired old man who looked like Wolverine said to the two of them coldly.

Damian stood in front of Gall vigilantly, looking at him suspiciously: "Who are you?"

"Hey, are you Wolverine?"

The little wizard who was always making trouble poked out a small head from his shoulder, and his triangular plush ears trembled.

He asked happily: "I used to read comics, you also have wolf ears, why are you gone?"

"Damn it, when did I have wolf ears? My nickname is Wolverine, but it's not a real wolf." The old man blurted out angrily.

"So...you're the real Wolverine?" Damian interrupted sharply.

The old man was silent for two seconds, and looked at him with a complicated expression: "You look arrogant and conceited, a bit like a dead bastard."

"Oh, remember so clearly?" Damian raised the corners of his lips unhurriedly, and asked, "That bastard ever beat you?"

"Fart! Hit me, that's the only thing you can do for a skinny guy. And you..."

The old man cursed and said rudely: "Be careful what you say, haven't you learned to respect the elders? You brat."

He snorted coldly, ignored them, staggered towards the tractor, opened the door with difficulty, sat in the driver's seat again, and said casually: "If you want to come up, come up, if you don't want to come up, get out."

Carlton was a little confused.

He turned his head and asked his little friend, "Are we going up?"

"Did you forget? This time, you are in charge of choosing."

Damian crossed his arms and said bluntly.

The little wizard was very depressed.

He found that Damian seemed determined to teach himself a good lesson this time.

At present, the first lesson is: the choices you make, you are responsible for yourself.

So, when the old man drove the tractor and ran forward again, they sat on a pile of corn in the back compartment and looked at each other.

"I've never been in this kind of car." Gal couldn't help himself, and was almost knocked out.

"It's a good experience." Damian looked around with a half-smile, and seemed to be in a good mood and lay on his back on the corn.

The tractor drove into the abandoned farm and drove a long, long way.

After a while, it stopped in front of a few dilapidated wooden houses.

As soon as the car stopped, Damian quickly jumped out of the car and grabbed the little wizard.

Gal, who had been knocked so hard that he almost vomited, leaned against Damian with a pale face. Fortunately, his very principled lover didn't hesitate to help him, and let him lean on him.

"You brought someone back, Logan?"

A hoarse voice sounded abruptly. On the threshold in front of the wooden house, sat a skinny, bald old man with a dirty, worn-out blanket on his knees. He looked weak, but his blue eyes were bright. .

"Well, two little P children. Don't use your abilities indiscriminately, old guy, I don't have money to buy you medicine."

Wolverine pushed open the battered door of the tractor and jumped out of the driver's seat with difficulty, looking clumsy and old.

"What, does the little wolf have any guests?"

Another voice sounded, it also sounded like an old man, but his tone was very lively: "Where is it? Where is it? Why didn't I see it?"

"Don't call me random, Hawkeye." Logan replied, opening the door behind the tractor.

He began to drag down the corn sack with difficulty: "Shut your mouth, of course you can't see, you are already blind."

"Hawkeye?" Gall was startled by this familiar name again.

He couldn't help turning his head to look over. It was also a white-haired old man, dressed in shabby clothes, squatting in the hidden shadow of the wall, but stylishly wearing sunglasses with round lenses, and the back of his head was too long The white hair is tied into a ponytail, but the sense of presence is not high. If you don't speak, almost no one will notice.

At this time, he was muttering and complaining: "What's wrong with me being blind? Some people have good eyes, and I may not be able to see clearly."

"Logan, why didn't you ask everyone for help when you came back?"

With a very gentle tone, another old man emerged from the dilapidated wooden house, leaning on crutches, and his left leg had been amputated.

Gal couldn't help taking two steps back, and whispered to Damian: "Are we in a nursing home?"

Damian frowned, lost in thought.

"You can't help me like this, captain." Wolverine said very bluntly: "Don't make trouble, as long as you take care of that troublemaker."

He looked around the room again, and couldn't help but ask, "Did the troublemaker cause any trouble today?"

"Uh..." The old man who was called the captain seemed to hesitate for a moment before answering: "He...he dismantled the radio."

"What!!" Grandpa Wolverine pressed his heart with one hand, and seemed to be about to pass out of anger, and couldn't help roaring: "That's one of the few valuable things we have!"

"Tony will definitely put it back, he will do it." The disabled old man called the captain argued, "Did you forget? He is Iron Man, a genius, there is nothing he can't understand..."

"Come on, come on, you said it was before!" Wolverine shouted angrily: "After the brain is deleted, he is an idiot! Damn it, do you know how poor this family is!"

"I'm sorry, Logan." The captain apologized with restraint and said, "I missed him, I'm sorry."

The aggressive old man Wolverine was instantly discouraged: "Damn it, captain, you know I'm not..."

"We all know you mean no harm, Logan."

The bald old man sitting on the threshold said apologetically, "It's us disabled people who have dragged you down."

"FUCK, don't talk nonsense." Grandpa Wolverine immediately became uncomfortable.

He turned around and continued to drag the sacks of corn in the rear compartment, and changed the subject again in a calm tone, "No big things happened today, right?"

"Unfortunately, there is." Hawkeye crouched in the corner and said with a sneer.

He lowered his head gloomyly, rubbing a badly worn iron arrowhead with his rough fingers, and said mockingly: "Hydra's protection fee collectors came today, but we are too poor to give them any money at all. So, They beat Magneto angrily..."

"Magneto?" Gal was shocked again.

He held Damian's hand tightly and asked in a low voice, "Did we go to an old COS club?"

Damian remained silent.

But he had already started to have a bad feeling.

On the other side, all the grandpas couldn't care less about these two children, they all looked serious.

Wolverine's expression was particularly bad: "Where's Magneto?"

"He chased him out angrily, saying that this must not be the case, and he must take revenge."

The captain replied guiltily: "Sorry, I should have stopped him, but you know now..."

He looked at the empty trouser leg on his left, and fell silent.

"It's not your fault, Captain."

The bald old man sighed sadly and said, "Eric is always such a stubborn ass, he never listens to advice."

What a mess!

Grandpa Wolverine thought of the gangsters he had killed, and was very suspicious that they were the ones that Hawkeye said 'collected the protection fee, but didn't receive the money, and ended up beating up Magneto'.but……

Damn it, I didn't see Magneto at all, could Magneto have already been killed?

And those little bastards, they are also Hydra's f***ing ones!It was a disaster this time.

For a while, no one spoke anymore, and the atmosphere froze.

Cal looked around and wanted to say something, asking what was going on...

Then, another cold voice sounded: "I hate this damn place so much, it's like a maze!"

"Eric!" The bald old man sitting on the threshold showed a joyful smile: "God, Eric, it's great that you're fine."

"Of course I'm fine. When I was young, a little finger was enough to crush them to death. Now, it's just a little more effort." The person who spoke was one of the old grandpas present. One of the most stylish.

He was wearing a black coat and a gray scarf. Although he looked old, he was clean and tidy. He strode over with his chest up and his head up. Although he looked very old, his figure was still in good condition. Two long legs, with pectoral muscles faintly visible under the shirt, looked strong and burly.

Now, Garr has identified a 'COS Nursing Home' in front of him.

So, he said to Damian: "This man who pretends to be Magneto is the most similar to COS."

Damian gave him a complicated look.

Gal blinked his eyes inexplicably.

"Hey, Magneto, didn't those bastards beat you again?" Hawkeye yelled at the side again, pouring cold water.

"How is it possible?" Magneto said, "I just beat them to the knees begging for mercy."

Grandpa Wolverine: ... Hehe, why did you beat the dead to the knees and beg for mercy?

"It's amazing." The captain immediately believed it, but still said with some worry: "But I'm afraid they will come again next time..."

Magneto proudly raised his chest and said, "Come once, I'll hit you once."

"It's not a long-term solution." The bald old man sighed worriedly.

Magneto walked over quickly: "Don't worry, Charles, I'm always here."

Charles couldn't help smiling at him, obviously embarrassed, but his blue eyes were very gentle.

Magneto bent down, as if he wanted to hug him, but paused again, and stood up straight again.

He unbuttoned his black coat, and Gall noticed that there was a big hole in the lining of his coat.

Then, he unbuttoned some old shirts, took out a plastic case from inside, and put it aside, then picked up the bald old man, and gently pressed his head against his chest.

Gal subconsciously looked at the thing he had placed, and was stunned to find that it was actually a hard shell made of a pectoral muscle model.

He hurriedly turned his head to look at the old Magneto again. Although he still had long legs, his burly and strong body shrank instantly. He looked dry and thin, and he was no longer as imposing as before.

The little wizard was stunned.

Grandpa is too dedicated!

"It's a lot of age, and you're still so vain, is it useful?"

Grandpa Wolverine muttered next to him, "Every time I hug the professor, I'm afraid I'll hurt him, and I have to tear it down and start over again. You don't mind the trouble of putting on and taking it off."

"Shut up when you shouldn't be talking." Magneto glared at him fiercely: "Some fools never learn their lessons in their entire lives."

Charles pressed his hand, blue eyes looked at him worriedly: "Eric..."

Magneto shut his mouth and said no more.

He held Charles carefully, pushed the door open, and when he was about to step in, he suddenly cursed in a low voice: "Damn! Hawkeye, that mentally handicapped Stark tore your bow apart."