Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 196 Hello, we surrender!

Earth.

"Okay, next guy. Let me start: this woman named Moonstone is extremely wicked."

She was supposed to be a member of the Thunder Special Forces, and I actually trusted her back then, but that bastard fucking lied to us!

She killed everyone in the Avengers and got involved with Zemo.

That's utter nonsense, that's despicable, that's wicked, it's just... .

When I see her again, forget about chivalry, just beat her to a pulp. If she dies, it's on me.

Black Panther and the other heroes looked at the incessantly chattering Hawkeye and felt inexplicably ashamed.

The heroes, who were being led around the land by the enemy to fight with people, did not understand Hawkeye's emotional change at this moment.

There was no way around it; compared to the previous encounters with those guys, they hadn't exactly beaten them to a pulp, but they hadn't been this emotionally agitated.

Even when facing some treacherous heroes, they used a more lenient approach, such as killing them with a single blow.

But this guy called Moonstone...

Black Panther really wanted to calm the old man down a bit.

He finally understood that this guy was using them to rampage through this land, punishing evil and promoting good.

Of course, he didn't care about any of that. That's what they did anyway, and it was also for training soldiers.

Putting everything else aside, Spider-Man is getting more and more comfortable using Thor's hammer.

While the other heroes might not understand why Hawkeye was cursing Moonstone, Black Panther and Spider-Man could vaguely recall this hero, or rather, the villain.

But, regarding Zemo later on...

The old Spider-Man doesn't know, but Black Panther is a bit embarrassed.

After all, in his universe, he seemed to have some connection with this Zemo, and there was even a hint of them being at odds.

Although they became friends and colleagues who kept an eye on each other in the universe of Hanlu, he still kept his distance from this person.

Just here...

"Uh, so what abilities does she have?"

Kamala and Katie looked at each other, realizing from this that there were many similar yet different individuals.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that they even met Spider-Man's granddaughter was enough to surprise them.

And then there's Hawkeye's marriage to Spider-Man's daughter—how many generations apart are they?

Of course, that's not important.

They didn't foolishly ask why Zemo in this world was a villain or anything like that; they knew that some people had different choices.

Unsurprisingly, as this group of superheroes embarked on their journey, someone who had long been monitoring the entire Canadian forest region already knew of their arrival.

And because Red Skull had given advance notice to the remaining villains, he knew what they were up to lately—nothing more than being so-called heroes.

However, when he saw this strangely shaped group, he was immediately taken aback.

He might not care about the elderly Hawkeye, but what about the others? What about Black Panther? And the Spider-Men, and the two little girls who weren't wearing helmets and looked noticeably younger?

And why does that woman with the bow and arrow look so familiar?

He was already used to this bizarre team; after all, they were superheroes and supervillains—he'd seen it all.

Therefore, he did not make a move against this team.

He even took the initiative to withdraw the sentries guarding the outside, because if these guys couldn't even break through the outermost line of defense, then there was no point in them coming to fight him.

He wanted a hero to defeat him, not a bunch of kids playing house.

Of course, this is also true in reality.

As Black Panther led his troops forward, he could already sense the gaze lurking in the shadows.

Without hesitation, he immediately chopped down a large tree in front of him with his bare hands and threw it out like a spear.

With a loud bang, a somewhat deformed figure jumped out from inside.

"Who are you?"

"Outsiders, you do not belong here. We are going to capture you and present you to Her Majesty the Great Queen."

As more and more deformed people emerged from every corner of the forest, they all timidly carried their primitive weapons.

There was nothing they could do; they had witnessed the black leopard effortlessly chop down a large tree and casually toss it away—it was as if it were a god!

But their faith in the Queen, or rather, their madness, made them forget all their fears at this moment.

To their surprise, just as they were pointing their daggers at the man in front of them, something unexpected happened—

"We surrender, please take us to see the Queen."

"We surrender, please take us to see the Queen."

Black Panther respectfully raised both hands, as did Spider-Man and the others beside him, while Katie put away her bow and arrows and slung them behind her back.

I don't understand.

I really don't understand.

No, what do you mean by that?

The group of deformed people hesitated for a moment, then took their guns and tied them up one by one with ropes.

Throughout this process, none of them resisted; even the elderly Hawkeye obediently extended his hand.

Only after they had finished tying the rope tightly, even tying the other end to their own hands, and watching these guys dusting themselves off, did the deformed man finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, these guys must be scared, seeing that there are more of them on their side.

"Come with us, we'll take you to see Her Majesty the Queen. Don't have any ulterior motives, or else..."

The deformed man wanted to boast about his achievements, but unfortunately, the group of heroes rolled their eyes at him, seemingly urging him to finish his nonsense and then take us to meet them.

For some reason, people with deformities always feel like they've become their tour guides.

That doesn't seem right.

They were all tied up.

Under the scrutiny of these guys, the deformed man was too lazy to say anything.

He waved and then took the lead. This finally relieved the remaining heroes, who could skip these unnecessary steps.

Just kidding. During this time, they have developed a very effective style in the wasteland: first, show off their power to attract attention, then surrender, and behead the enemy when they see them. It's that simple.

Putting everything else aside, let's just talk about our own two Spider-Men, each with the strength of tens of tons, comparable to the Hulk. With just the two of them here, ropes and handcuffs are a joke. Not to mention Black Panther is here to cover for us.

Fortunately, most of the enemies they face now lack supernatural abilities and rely on technology or drugs, making them relatively easy to deal with.

Let's continue.