"It's my first time to be an angel, so I have no experience."
Facing Anderson’s words, Johnny seemed a little embarrassed.
“Are we here to have a tea party? That’s enough!”
Tony said these words fiercely and flew away in the direction of SHIELD.
Since there are already enough people staying in this place, the temporary lack of him seems to be no problem.
 If something happens, he will rush over as soon as possible.
 At least except for the movement methods of angels and mages that cannot be explained by science, his mobility is still guaranteed.
Flying is faster than swinging, right?
 Besides, there aren’t many buildings in good condition around here.
 After watching Tony fly away, Dr. Doom shook his head. When Tony was here, he would always think of the unpleasant past.
 It's just that now, all the bodyguards who had taken action against him have lost news.
There is no need to doubt Dr. Doom. Tony's bodyguard has always been a high-risk profession in the early years.
 After all, a playboy will not stay in the laboratory.
 “King of Latveria, Victor von Doom.”
Dr. Doom looked at Loki and introduced himself.
He has already realized the power and respect of this mage from the previous battle, and Dr. Doom has no shortage of it.
“The prince of Asgard, perhaps the child of the Frost Giants, Loki.”
 Loki had a trademark evil smile on his face, and he didn’t know what bad idea he was planning.
But it doesn’t seem to matter. It’s rare that people don’t know that Loki is a bad boy.
Who makes the description of him in mythology generally correct?
 As a famous person, Rocky enjoys the feeling of being in the spotlight. Because it means a grand prank.
When he thought of the prank, Loki looked a little disappointed. After all, no one could tolerate his prank now.
 And he is no longer the prince of Asgard.
 Thor became the new king of Asgard. In Loki's eyes, it was inevitable.
 When he meets his stupid brother, Loki will bear more burdens.
　　Not for Asgard, but for my brothers.
At this time, Spider-Man fired a piece of spider silk to hang himself up, and left the scene with a posture that was a bit weird for normal people.
His chosen target was the tallest remaining building in the area, the staircase of which had been destroyed in the aftermath of the previous battle.
 Spider-Man can take some time to calm down his emotions in this place, and he can also hear other people's conversations and not miss any important news.
 Spider-Man, who is fighting alone, lacks a lot of intelligence, but there is no way to blame this hero who executes justice by listening to police notifications.
 After all, he really has no relatives in this world.
Just as the people on the ground began to look for topics to talk about, Midnight in the sewer finally reluctantly regained consciousness.
 The world of the strong is not something that a person living in the sewers can pry into. Apparently his previous behavior got him into a little trouble.
When he finally regained his sight, he couldn't help but let out a "fuck" sound!
 Because standing in front of him was a guy who was covered in scales and looked no different from a crocodile.
The guy's eyes were a little hesitant, as if he was not considering whether to eat him, but as if he had an unknown guest at home.
 It is so complex that it is difficult to describe.
 The corners of Midnight's mouth twitched as she looked at the guy in front of her.
 The stare-off didn’t last very long, and the deadlock was broken at midnight.
 “Hello, what’s your name?”
 “Killer Crocodile.”
 Then there was another moment of silence.
“Man, Killer Croc doesn’t sound like a name, it sounds like a nickname.”
 Midnight said this.
If he hadn't been injured from being stepped on from the manhole cover before, he might have stretched out his poisonous hand wrapped in green light to warn the unknown creature in front of him.
 Killer Crocodile didn’t have much reaction to Midnight’s words and looked a little dazed.
 “Okay, you can call me Midnight, Dad Midnight.”
 At midnight I can only introduce myself and break the ice.
 After all, in this place that looks like the home field of crocodiles, a fight with the guy who calls himself Killer Crocodile doesn't seem like a wise choice.
"Is this... your name? Your father calls you Midnight Dad? You call your father Dad?"
 Killer Crocodile was a little shocked.
His growth process was very difficult, and he even served as a display prop in the circus.
 But even with such an outrageous upbringing, he had never heard anyone call his child "Daddy".
 At midnight, I adjusted my mentality through a deep breath, and endured the pain in my body before I could continue to speak.
 “Like Killer Croc, it’s just a code name.”
“Code name? 007 kind of? James Bond?”
 Killer Croc succeeded in chatting to death.
　At this time, in the middle of the night, I saw Killer Crocodile holding a leg of lamb that was stained with the smell of sewers.
 It still looks like it has been simply baked.
With this quick glance, he probably understood what Killer Crocodile's situation was.
 It seems a little less intelligent than normal people, but it is still within the scope of human beings.
"Listen to me, there's a bunch of freaks up there right now, and we need to stay quiet or find a way out of here."
 Midnight pointed to the passage he came from, which had collapsed.
 At midnight, it seemed that there was no other way for him to leave this place except the manhole cover above his head.
 “I can get out of the water.”
　　　…”
“Are you a local? I have just moved to this place not long ago. Do you have any channels that can help me connect to a TV signal in the sewer? I have wanted to watch TV programs for a long time, but it has never been convenient.”
 As Killer Crocodile said this, a bit of expectation flashed in his eyes.
 Killer Crocodile has a bad temper, but this does not include when he asks for help from others.
“I would like to ask you, do you have any relatives or friends that you can seek refuge with?”
 Midnight said this after thinking for a long time.
 He was about to cry because of Killer Croc.
Midnight is not a benevolent guy, but his consistent "neutrality" makes him better at weighing things up.
When facing Constantine, he will plot against each other without any psychological pressure, because he knows that Constantine is a guy with no backing and only enemies everywhere.
 He naturally has no pressure.
 As for a guy like Killer Croc, in the past, Midnight would have turned him into a powerful reanimated corpse.
 It’s just that now is not the right time.
 At least now, Midnight, who is finding it difficult to even use his magic power, doesn't think he can 100% defeat this guy in front of him.
 The physical qualities of Killer Crocodile only need to be seen at a glance to understand that this guy is not just ugly in appearance.
Not to mention that there was a large circle of people sitting there overhead, conducting a series of discussions that sounded powerful but were actually useless.
To be continued...