American Comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Chapter 231 Mephisto: How immoral!

Author: Read books all my life

Chapter 231 Mephisto: How immoral!

"Is the burning over?"

Little Spider Peter was walking paralyzed on the rooftop of a tall building, looking at the night city, and breathed a long sigh of relief. After seven hours of fierce fighting, the situation was finally under control.

In addition to the mechanical armies of Hyperion and Stark, groups of mutants who spontaneously formed groups also joined the battlefield. Osborn Industries also brought out its own technological products and recruited people.

The legs were severely exposed in front of people all over the world.

Norman Osborn burst into laughter looking at his soaring fame and the follow-up orders promised by SHIELD and the military. That natural disaster was comparable to a wonderful advertisement that attracted worldwide attention. Although Osborn Industries was not

One of the most outstanding, but ultimately not outstanding.

"He's hungry!"

A faint female voice suddenly sounded behind Little Spider Peter. The little Spider was so frightened that he almost fell directly from the rooftop more than 300 meters high. He turned around and saw An Jing's face just a few steps away from him.

It's less than five centimeters, so serious.

"Didn't I bring my own food?" The little spider had absolutely nothing to do with An Qing. In the case of parasitizing Gwen, the spider's sense misunderstood her slow death wish and had little effect.

"Is that a proper meal?" Jing Jing was dissatisfied. She just wanted to eat something else to change her taste. For example, those strange birds.

"Okay, okay, he knows." Peter sighed and stood up, asking An Jing: "What do I want to eat?"

"Bird wings, bird legs, that big lion looks good." An Jing pointed to the east of the tall building. She had collected a lot of rations during the previous battle, and she clearly remembered the location of each one.

"He can cook it for me, but I want to know if he can handle those ingredients for the first time." Peter switched his suit to chef mode, which was what he strongly requested from Stark.

There is no way, no matter who has a girlfriend with a guy like An Jing, as a boyfriend, you need to make some preparations. Especially if you don’t catch a cold.

So in addition to studying and doing chivalry, Peter quickly applied for various cooking training courses and so on. He found Jing Jing's favorite. He must not have had the time and energy before. Just studying and working every day occupied him.

All the time, but since playing with S.H.I.E.L.D.

After signing that agreement, S.H.I.E.L.D. would deposit a sum of money into his account every month, which was very generous to him. That sum of money was enough to greatly improve the quality of life of him and Aunt May.

It would probably give him extra money to study more.

After Peter became the exclusive chef, although Anjing still looked at him, the frequency of complaints actually dropped sharply. For Anjing, the favorability bonus of the chef profession is too great. Especially if Anjing can control every step of his life.

With a lot of strength and muscles, a fast learning speed, and a rapid improvement in leg skills, Peter's popularity continues to improve.

Peter feels that now with his cooking skills, he can open a restaurant that can satisfy all food lovers. After all, when it comes to eating, Quiet is not something that can be easily satisfied.

A drone descended from the sky and landed in front of Peter. A line of light shot out from the front of the drone, projecting Stark's face.

"It's over with them!" Peter answered first before Stark could speak.

"You see, the team wants to have a dinner together, can I come?" Stark extended the invitation.

"Where?" Jing Jing stretched his head and jumped out from behind Peter, facing Stark face to face.

"Super Burger, it will give us the address." Stark said hurriedly, and then closed the communication. But before closing, Peter heard Stark's final voice: "Wow, okay, okay.

!Hulk, the battle is over, don’t hit him, he is not a monster..."

…

"Dr. Schavig, thank you for my help." Nick Friede thanked Dr. Schavig. Without Schavig's research and instruments, they would now be unable to control the weakly transferred space layer.

"He is very happy to help us. Hyperion and Stark have provided a lot of equipment, otherwise there is nothing he can do." Dr. Shavig chuckled. As someone who has accepted a considerable part of the space knowledge of the space gem, he has always been

He has been obsessed with studying space since then, and that incident just put his research results to use.

"They are already rushing production."

In terms of manufacturing, Nick always had absolute confidence in Hyperion and Stark. Especially in Hyperion, whether its manufacturing technology could surpass the current technological limits of that planet.

A ray of golden light fell from the sky and landed in front of Nick. The light dissipated, and the well-dressed Steve Rogers landed on the ground with his feet, stabilizing his body easily on the ground.

"There's some trouble." Steve nodded to Dr. Shavig, then turned his eyes to Nick.

"What's the trouble?" Nick's heart tightened. The situation had just been brought under control. If something happened again, it would obviously be a big mess. It was already enough trouble, and the casualties and losses were much higher than the previous Chitauri invasion.

If anything happens again, he will have to call Luke frantically.

"Do you need him to leave Yidong?" Dr. Shavig looked at the two good-looking people, his eyes wandered back and forth between the two people, and asked in a gesture. Although he is not a pure scholar, he is not

It means that he really has no emotional intelligence at all. If he does have it, he often gives up. But if Yan Dong, a secret agent chief and a national leader, talk secretly between the two of them, he doesn't seem to want to get involved.

He was not curious or concerned about those secrets.

"No, there's nothing to hide, Dr. Shavig." Steve shook his head to stop Dr. Shavig from leaving, and said with a troubled expression: "There is a group of aliens."

"Aliens?" Nick's intact single eye widened, and Dr. Schavig beside him also became a little interested.

"Is it like Thor? Not like the Chitauri?" Dr. Shavig asked curiously.

"If the guess is correct, they should be people from other nine realms. He communicated with them about the language of the nine realms. In their words, they don't know how they came here, but they are in

Our homeland has been almost destroyed by the Dark Alliance."

"Refugee?" Nick immediately gave a self-consciously accurate description.

"No, one of them looks like a big shot in the Nine Realms. She applied to them for a temporary place to live. She will leave after their home planet returns to normal." Steve spread his legs in distress.

: "I know, that kind of thing is very troublesome. Because it involves the Atrium and the other nine realms, he thinks that it should be left to SHIELD to handle the error."

"Do you want to pay?" Nick didn't care if the captain added more burdens and tasks to him. Even if he was conscientious, he didn't care about that, not to mention that it was something that needed to be handled outside his scope of responsibilities. What he cared about now was whether he could get out of it.

Make a fortune? No way, he couldn't use Luke's new currency, and he was burdened with a lot of debt, so of course he could do his best to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

"Let's talk." Captain Steve is a good person, but he is not a bad person with no bottom line. He handed over the matter to Nick, so he naturally thought that Nick should be able to handle it well. However, he did not remind him at first.

He said: "Remember to pay tax, um, new currency tax!"

"Where did that kind of tax come from?" Nick was stunned.

"It has just been drawn up and is about to be launched." Captain Steve smiled.

"What's the matter?" Seeing the captain still looking at him, Nick, who was in a bad mood because of the tax, asked. All he could think about now was how to keep his new currency income reasonably and legally, even if

Pay proportionally with real money.

"There are quite a lot of prisoners from the Nine Realms." Steve said hurriedly, looking at Nick with a stinky face: "As for the people from the Dark Alliance, some of them also came to them through the Nine Realms Link, which is very different from the others."

A group of people had a fight..."

"He knows, and he will temporarily prepare a [residence] for them." Nick understood the unfinished meaning of Steve's words. Isn't it just a prison? SHIELD has enough prisons.

No, some of the bases used to seal off dangerous objects can be transformed into Yidong, which can also be used as Yidong prison. Anyway, he has sold a lot of those things over the years. It is not good to leave them idle.

…

The earth is in chaos and the situation is complicated. What is Luke doing? Well, he is facing the saliva of two collaborators. Or rather, one of the collaborators.

Mephisto walked angrily at his place, staring at Odin and Luke at the other end of the round table with his eyes wide open and an unhappy look on his face.

"He sent people to help us with good intentions, what kind of spirit does that have? The universe has been so long, which dimensional demon god can do what he does? But without us, how can he harm his collaborators? He did

Is there something wrong? He didn't! He knows that the Dimension Demon God can't do some of the so-called good things we humans do, so it's no trouble at all!"

"Have a rest, I've been complaining for a whole day and a whole night." Luke threw the liquid and felt helpless. He and Odin had been forced to walk around and lie and listen to Mephisto complaining for a whole day.

, from his own hard work, to his hard work as a cow and horse, to his great kindness, friendly cooperation with colleagues, and reliable character, and finally to indignation and crying. The precise transition of emotions and the passion of his tone.

With sadness, it makes one’s scalp numb.

"It's only one day and one night. Isn't that a long time? Dimensional demon gods are dealing with each other. Which one doesn't need some time? Don't use mortal time to calculate their time. He just said something." Morpheus.

Tuo Leng hummed, but he accepted the liquid that Luke threw over very much.

"So? What do I ask for?" The ancient mage, who was pulled over by Odin and Luke to walk the wax together, raised his eyes and asked. Mephisto has a lot of time to waste, but

The three of them didn't have that much time to waste there with him. They didn't see Odin.

Has the hold on Gangnir's leg been loosened and tightened several times? Ancient One doubted that if she shouted and moved her legs now, Odin would throw a gun at Mephisto without even thinking about it.

Even if they can't kill him, they can at least keep their ears clean and relax for a few days.

"What the hell is that abyss?" Mephisto's mask changed various emotions like facial makeup. Before, he had asked the question cautiously.

"Am I contaminated?" Odin suddenly felt a little lucky. Even if he were not allowed to die, he didn't want to go to Nidaville now, not at all.

"How could he be contaminated?" Mephisto retorted excitedly, "He just wants to know who made that evil thing? Who released it? He doesn't know what it will do to the universe and them.

How much trouble will it cause?"

"The hell dimension is polluted." Gu Yi's closed eyes suddenly opened and he spoke.

"How do I know?" Mephisto looked at him in astonishment, and then his face was as unpredictable as a mortal wearing a cuckold. The power of hell burst out from his body, and he couldn't bear to curse: "I stole him again.

Measurable?"

"No, he is trying to find out what happened in the hell dimension." Master Gu Yi retorted implicitly.

"Can't I handle that kind of measurable amount?" Odin's focus was on the other side. He didn't expect that the hell dimension was also afraid of the measurable pollution of the abyss?

"It's not big, but it's disgusting! It's like a virus that can be transmitted to a mortal, and it won't cause death, but he doesn't want all his legs to become crazy!" Mephisto didn't want to complain.

and scolding others, he restrained himself a bit, spread his legs and said: "They have become madmen, who will help them work?"

"How on earth did I get infected with that kind of measurable thing? Shouldn't I hide away?" Odin was a little confused. That kind of measurable thing is like the deepest darkness and the most filthy [garbage]

】Similarly, not only living things, but also dead things can be polluted, and it is very likely that they can give birth to consciousness. Shouldn't we run as far as possible when we encounter something?

Hearing this, Mephisto looked at Odin with a look of resentment.

"No demons." Luke figured out the reason. "There are demons on the battlefield who have been contaminated by the abyss. After they returned to the hell dimension, they brought the abyss back with them."

Mephisto's face suddenly turned even worse.

"Is there any way to clean it up?" Mephisto can't bear that his hell dimension and human legs have become a [garbage dump]. It can't be measured as powerful, but it's disgusting! It's poisonous! No, it's not good for the brain.

Okay, who can use that measure? Before fighting, go crazy yourself.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to remove. Its stubbornness and pollution cannot be eliminated." Luke said. A source of pollution that has been purified to the extreme is the purest source of pollution. How can it be filtered and solved? There is no way.

solve.

"Is there really no way?" Mephisto's body surged with strength again. He felt that if he couldn't get better, it would be good to at least bring a few more friends together.

Odin and the ancient mage also raised their strength in an instant, and looked at each other wrongly. They could see that Mephisto was already a bit violent, and they were all wary of his sudden move.

"No, there is." Luke's words resolved the tense atmosphere outside Yidong's conference room, and even the irritable and reckless attitude suddenly became much gentler and gentler.

"Seal it." Facing the gazes of the three people, Luke spread his legs: "After sealing, we will discuss how to deal with it. If it doesn't work, just leave it at the other demon gods' homes and give them a headache."

PS: Thanks to Jingjing Defeng for the tip

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