Warlock of the Marvel Universe

"Little Warlock, I didn't expect you to come again so soon." In the evil scar rift, the six-armed female demon Agatha lay lazily on her big bed and said to Evanson.

Evanson stood beside the bed and said helplessly, "There is no way, it's an unforeseen disaster."

It's really helpless. The car stolen from SHIELD has only been driven once, and it was even arrested and jailed. Now it was smashed inexplicably.

Of course, Evanson was reluctant to let it sit at home, so he planned to repair it.

But this car, the Hydra Schmidt, was Red Skull's custom-made car. Maybe it was saved by the people of Hydra themselves.

Moreover, even if the Red Skull was customized by an outside manufacturer, this 60-year-old car must have passed its warranty period.

This made it impossible for Evenson to return it to the factory. Moreover, even if a manufacturer was willing to accept it, Evenson calculated the cost and it would not be enough to sell the house by himself.As for the compensation plan that damn Ross gave to relevant personnel in the relevant departments, Evanson also felt that it would be good to receive it in his lifetime.

What's even more damning is that Nick Fury refuses to count his losses as official losses.Damn it, S.H.I.E.L.D. obviously doesn’t know how many billions of dollars a year the budget is, so it can’t reimburse it. It’s so stupid.

In the end, Evanson felt that no one could be trusted, so he might as well make enough food and clothing by himself, just as training for his unskilled engineering skills.

So, Evanson went around and around in Melinda's office, and finally made Melinda feel (annoyed) and moved (thoroughly). He advanced a year's salary and bought all the required materials.

The next step is to jingle, jingle, jingle, and hammer to jingle. After a week of continuous work, and after being complained five times by the neighbors for disturbing the residents, it was finally repaired.

This so-called roughly means that the body lights, wheels, seats and instruments, painting and polishing, etc. have all been completed. From the outside, it looks the same as before.The only flaw is that...this car has no engine.

It turns out that the sixteen-cylinder supercharged engine, apart from burning more fuel, is still very satisfactory. However, that thing cannot be knocked out with a blacksmith hammer and a wrench. If Evanson really wants to build it, We also need to build a set of machine tools first.

As for those that can be built, namely those engineering engines in Azeroth, to be honest, Evanson really doesn't want to use them.

Because the engineering of Azeroth comes from the hands of two races, goblins and dwarfs, and of these two races, one is good at explosions and the other is good at seeking death. Evanson does not want to sit in a place that can be used at any time in the future. Put your own life in danger in the car.

Besides, look at the structure of those engines. They have a displacement of at least [-] liters of oil, and the huge exhaust gas that covers the sky. As soon as you drive this car on the road, you have to be beaten back by the traffic police.

Just when Evanson was considering whether he should steal a hot dog cart engine and come back to make do with it, or go to S.H.I.E.L.D. and sign a contract and work for nothing for four or five years, he suddenly had an idea and thought of a day. What a great idea to strike with lightning.

Legion technology, shocking, soul engine, high power, no oil burning, zero emissions, no pollution, you!worth having.

Therefore, Evanson, who felt that he was already extremely smart, made a decision immediately. That night, when the moon was dark and the wind was high,

At that time, I dreamed into the void again.

Humph, even though Evanson is a poor guy in normal times, but in the void... well, he is also a poor guy.But this can't stand up to me. Recently, I made a fortune.

The battle between Hulk and Abomination resulted in the death of many people. After Evanson passed by, he poked there and collected at least two to three hundred soul crystals.So Evanson can be regarded as a little rich man now, at least in the Evil Trace Rift, that's what he looks like.

"Yeah." Agatha stretched and half-propped her body up. "How was the deal with the lord last time?"

Evenson thought about the last time and said, "It was quite successful. Those things worked well."

Not only was it good, SHIELD and Hydra were almost turned into a pot of porridge. Later, an evil abomination appeared and demolished several streets.

"Aren't you going to look for him this time?" Agatha twisted her body on the bed and assumed a more charming posture.To be honest, even though she is over three meters tall and has six arms, her current appearance is still quite tempting.

"I won't go." Evanson, with the mentality of not wanting the benefits for nothing, looked at Agatha several times. She didn't care about it anyway. "To be honest, I don't like that lord very much."

Evenson did not shy away from saying, "He is rude, arrogant, disrespectful and brainless" in front of Agatha.

What Evanson said is basically a common problem among all abyss lords. Regardless of whether they are strong or weak, they all have the same virtue.However, it should be noted that they are not brainless, but they do not often use their brains.

"Oh~" Agatha squinted her eyes and sat up. Due to her height, she looked down at Evanson. The fingertips of one hand lightly scratched the scimitar she placed beside the bed. "Pay attention to you." Your words, little warlock, you are speaking ill of the lord’s lieutenant in front of him.”

"So what?" Evanson looked into Agatha's eyes. "Are you going to kill me to maintain the dignity of your master?"

"Of course... no." Agatha smiled slightly, and the serious expression on her face just now turned into that charming look again. "We have a good relationship. I can let you go this time."

However, although Agatha was smiling, there was a trace of imperceptible unhappiness in her eyes. It seemed that Evanson's words, "Your master," made her very uncomfortable.

"Then thank you for your magnanimity." Evanson saluted exaggeratedly. The moment he bent down, he was keenly aware of the unhappiness hidden by Agatha.

The Demon Matrons of Destruction, who pride themselves on being elegant, good at using skills, and full of intrigues, have never gotten along well with the Abyss Lords.Their views on the Lord of the Abyss are similar to Evanson's.

"Since you are not here to see the lord." Agatha lay back on the bed.This time when she called the lord, she did not add "sir." "Then he's here to find me."

"Sort of." Evenson admitted.

"Last time you went to see the lord, I thought you had become more promising, but I didn't expect that you were still the same." Agatha said angrily.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have multiple incomes?" Evanson said.

"Forget it." Agatha raised a hand and pointed to the side, "What you want is over there."