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[Frog] Chapter 420: Not an Accident
🕑 Added 2025-04-26 06:34:34 +0000 UTC“Gwen, are you saying that Strange’s car crash might have been premeditated by someone?” Wanda stared at the TV in disbelief.
Especially after Red Queen had accurately reported the time of Strange’s crash—and the fact that he had only just now been discovered and loaded into an ambulance—
wasn’t that far too late for effective treatment?
Particularly since Strange was pulled from the wreckage covered in blood and injuries from head to toe.
Wanda thought the chance of Strange being successfully saved was practically negligible—barely “660” at best.
“It’s hard to say for sure,” Gwen replied, recalling those people who had marched in protest before—one after another claiming they wanted to punish superheroes, calling them a plague on society.
Those same people were desperate to throw dirt on Emperor Hero’s name,
but when a real crisis happened, weren’t they the first to beg heroes for help?
From this, Gwen was almost certain—Strange’s car crash had to have been orchestrated by someone.
Alan stared at the images on the TV in shock. He had initially hoped to calculate the timeline carefully enough to prevent the accident from happening.
But in the end, he still failed to stop it.
Perhaps some people's fates were fixed from the start—immutable and unchangeable.
Maybe... all he could do now was wait until Strange regained consciousness and then introduce him to the Ancient One.
Strange had an incredible affinity for becoming a sorcerer. Besides, with his hands already beyond the window of optimal medical recovery, it was unlikely they’d ever return to their former precision.
The Ancient One had been alive on Earth for a long time, and perhaps was starting to reach her limits. With someone like Strange as an ally,
the chances of Thanos successfully invading Earth would drop significantly.
“Alan, are you okay?” Gwen waved her hand in front of his face.
Since the moment Red Queen had said Stephen Strange’s name, Alan had stood frozen in place, as if stuck in time.
“I’m fine,” Alan replied, already thinking he needed to find a chance to meet Stephen without raising suspicion. It had to feel completely natural.
“It’s late—let’s go to bed,” Alan said as he stood up.
Immediately, the two women at his sides moved in closer, smiling.
“The bed in Alan’s room is more comfortable. I can sleep better there,” Gwen said as she hooked her arm around his. No matter what, she wasn’t sleeping in her own room tonight.
Not to be outdone, Wanda latched onto Alan’s other arm.
She had been eating and sleeping beside Alan this entire time—even if it was Gwen, she wasn’t about to give up her spot.
“So am I! There’s no way anywhere else is as comfy as Alan’s bed!”
Red Queen looked at the three of them with a helpless expression. She had no intention of getting involved. After all, she still had to work on fusing the other stones, and she couldn’t afford any interruptions.
“That bed can fit more than two people anyway. What’s there to fight over?”
Alan was momentarily stunned—he hadn’t been paying attention to Red Queen lately, and now she was saying things like this?
It looked like he’d need to find time to have a serious talk with her about phrasing and word choice.
But at the moment, he really wasn’t in the mood to think about any of that.
And as Red Queen had pointed out—yeah, the bed could fit more than two people…
…
On the desolate and barren planet of Titan, Thanos sat on his throne, gazing coldly ahead.
Two of his five generals had already fallen in quick succession.
What humiliated him even more was the fact that Hela of Asgard had come to his own turf... and beaten him down.
“Asgard doesn’t know its place at all! Father, why don’t we lead the full Chitauri army and attack Asgard directly?
Once we take it, the other realms will fall in line naturally!”
Proxima Midnight growled in fury—she could not tolerate what Hela had done.
