The Immortal in Marvel

"Ahhh!!" The scream was from Angela, who was showing off her power and durability moments ago.

Now, she was frantically slapping her head engulfed in fire and screaming.

Francis was shocked and quickly looked at Angela's condition.

'How could he hurt Angela?'

Francis found it difficult to imagine what kind of agony Angela must have been experiencing to let out such a high-pitched, girlish scream, especially given her durability, which was comparable to that of a bull.

Angela continued screaming and finally extinguished the fire on her head.

The flames obviously couldn't break through her steel skin, BUT, her face now resembled a black man.

She was perfect. A black face, a large back and big hands.

'I just need a field and a leather whi– Shit no, sorry.' Derrick said to himself and continued looking at Angela's hilarious appearance.

Angela's hair had not been strengthened by her ability. The flame couldn't damage her face, but so wasn't the case for her hair.

After the continuous baptism by the flames, the hair on her head was completely fuzzy, exuding a smell similar to burnt feathers. Her hairline had moved back approximately 10 centimetres.

In the eyes of others, Angela's hair was just like a half-worn wig, revealing a shiny…burnt forehead.

Angela touched her forehead in disbelief, she couldn't accept that she was bald now.

"Haha. Dayumm Queen, you slayyy!!" Seeing Angela's new hairstyle, Derrick couldn't hold back and yelled out loud.

Under Angela's cannibalistic gaze, he waved his hand embarrassedly, "Believe me, this was purely an accident, I think this hairstyle is acceptable. This is America after all... Well, can you cover your head now? I'm afraid I'll laugh."

"I am going to kill you!!"

As Angela's eyes turned red, the ground beneath her feet began to tremble. In the blink of an eye, she covered several meters in a single bound, her towering frame now looming over Derrick.

Derrick immediately retreated to create a distance and turned his head up to narrowly avoid a right uppercut. Angela's fist hit the rear container hard, and the steel shell was dented instantly.

'Damn, I might've just died.'

Taking advantage of Angela's short pause, Derrick raised the revolver in his hand, leaned towards Angela's head and shot again.

BANG~~!

The bullet turned into flames, setting Angela's head on fire once again.

Without even sparing a moment to tend to Derrick, who stood before her, she let out a bloodcurdling scream and frantically patted out the flames that had engulfed her head. When the flames finally subsided, she was left with nothing but charred remnants of what used to be her hair.

Angela's face now was very gloomy, her eyes were fixed on Derrick, full of murderous intent, a cold voice came out of her mouth, "When I catch you, I will pull out your hair strand by strand!"

Derrick asked in surprise, "No, no, I'm fine. I don't want a matching hairstyle with you."

Hearing his words, Angela gritted her teeth.

"Damn you, Asian guy!!"

Angela let out a low growl, and her speed increased once again. Her body violently clinging to Derrick.

When dealing with enemies armed with guns, she chose to reduce the distance. She was tall and cumbersome, but her body movements were extremely agile.

However, as if Derrick had predicted all her moves in advance, he moved his feet and dodged her fist in various strange postures. The muzzle of his revolver also frequently flashed and several flames ignited Angela's head again and again.

Facts have proved that once a woman is in Rage, she is crazier than a man.

In this state, Angela didn't care about her appearance anymore. She let her hair be ignited by the bullets and frantically waved her fists at Derrick.

'Ghost Rider, that you, my boii?'

Derrick was startled, he didn't expect Angela to be so…hot-headed and fierce. (E/N: She's literally hot-headed right now though.)

Seeing that he couldn't maintain the distance, Derrick immediately took out a grenade from his pockets.

Noticing Derrick's movements, Angela snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "You think the grenade will affect me? And, don't forget that you are also in its explosion range. I would love to see you detonate it."

"I mean, you asked me to..."

Derrick pulled out the safety pin without any hesitation and closed his eyes as if he was in his final moments before dying.

Angela was not afraid either, she jumped at Derrick with her eyes wide open and a smile covering her face.

The next moment, a dazzling light came from the grenade.

BOOM~~!

"Ah!"

Angela quickly shielded her eyes, collapsing to the ground in agony, as tears streamed down her face. The explosion had temporarily deafened her, and her ears were ringing from the deafening blast.

'That's not a fucking grenade, it's a freaking flash bomb!'

Even with Angela's steel body, her eyes and ears are still vulnerable parts. As a result, she opened her eyes stupidly and stared directly at the flash bomb, which was unbearable for anyone.

She could see nothing in the vast expanse of whiteness.

At such a close distance, Derrick was also affected by the flashbang, his thin eyelids could not block the bright light at all.

"I am going to kill you!!" Angela yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Ah, what are you talking about? I can't hear you." Derrick replied.

"Go to hell!!"

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E/N: Happy reading, Have a Good Day/Night.