Fantasy World Transmigration

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"Are you sure he's going to get us in trouble?" Steve looked at a photo of Johnny Blazer leaping over dozens of trucks on his stunt motorcycle, and a few , washed out with a special potion, a photo of a skeleton knight riding a flame motorcycle.

"A person who sold his soul to the devil...freedom has nothing to do with him!" Chen Ang leaned on the chair in his office, cleaning up his personal belongings sent by the Human Revolutionary Union.

"Don't look at Johnny Blazer killing a lot of bad guys and judging their souls and think he is a hero, or an anti-hero? In fact, he is just a driven puppet, and his conscience is just used by the devil to play with his soul Tool of."

"So his position doesn't matter, what matters is Mephitos' position!"

"That devil can't be on our side..." Steve sighed.

Chen Ang hung a hockey mask on the wall carefully, and continued: "So... we have to pull out its minions first. The souls that Mephitos tempts are mainly in Europe, and the Human Revolutionary Union European Community will be responsible for dealing with them. , in the New World, although Mephitos is not as deep-rooted as the old Europe, and there are many trump cards, there is no doubt that the number of worshipers controlled by the devil is still amazing..."

"When I was in the Americas, when I was in the insurance business, I dealt with some cults who worshiped him, and I know it very well!"

Curiously, Steve picked up an old-fashioned video tape to look through, and asked casually, "What did you ask Doctor Strange and Konkon to do?"

"Let them deal with his senior brother...Kama Taj's housework, and let them handle it by themselves, just in case when sending Kong Kenan...to prevent Strange from refusing to attack his senior brother!  … You better put that tape down."

"Oh?" Steve brought it closer to his face and observed it carefully, but he didn't find anything wrong.

"Is there anything special about this?"

"This is a packaged meme carrier, which contains a piece of bad information. I can show it to you... Then at twelve o'clock in the evening, you will receive some special calls... seven days later There will be women coming to your door to condolences. Be careful... If the meme leaks out, it will be very troublesome to try to seal it again!"

"You have collected a lot of weird things!" Steve picked up another glass jar.

He looked into the jar, it was some humus soil, and there seemed to be some tiny insects crawling in it, he asked curiously: "What is this?"

"There was a serious parasitic infestation at JFK International Airport,

Passengers on a plane were all infected and died. Later, the insurance company sent me to deal with the insurance issues of the passengers on the plane. After investigation, it was found that the parasite source came from an undeclared luggage on the plane—a wooden coffin that had just been dug up. . "

"That's where the original parasite came from...We had to burn down the entire plane...we also sent planes to use incendiary bombs to clean up the soil where the coffin was dug out, completely eliminating possible sources of infection. This is ...the last specimen of rotting soil in that coffin...inside is that parasitic protozoan...it must not be allowed to come into contact with the human body."

Steve was shocked: "This thing should be disposed of!"

"You can't just put it in a glass bottle that's completely unprotected."

"Don't worry...it can't be any safer now!" Chen Ang slammed the glass jar heavily, startling Steve, he laughed and said, "You think it's a glass jar? No...not even a single tank It's strong!"

Steve turned out another envelope and asked Chen Ang, "What kind of dangerous thing is this?"

"An ordinary envelope, inside the envelope is only the most ordinary note, with a name and fears about it written on the note." Chen Ang said: "It's nothing at all... it's just the name of a good old man on Elm Street... If you want to take it, I can also give you a hockey stick mask for mother's love."

"Do you still collect rag dolls?" Steve dug out a very old plastic doll full of wounds and dust: "This can't be a voodoo voodoo doll or something like that!"

"It's really a bit like... I've been researching how it acquired life and soul. Voodoo wizards are a hypothesis, but it has no history of voodoo magic." Chen Ang read several books. The parchment, juan, and bamboo slips were carefully placed on the bookshelf, while explaining to Steve.

Steve put the doll down, and noticed the flower pot on the windowsill, which contained a straight-stemmed orchid with orange flowers—"I've never seen such a plant!"

"The Sun Staircase... just rescued from the ruins of the Dubai tribe a few days ago!"

"Should it be here?" Steve asked rhetorically.

Chen Ang watered it conveniently, and said: "There are also in the laboratory...but I think it should be exposed to sunlight, so I brought a plant to keep in the office...Maybe it can protect against radiation?"

Chen Ang put the sun ladder next to the computer. The flowers on the sun ladder that were facing the sun suddenly turned to the computer. When Steve saw Chen Ang's computer, the screen suddenly flickered. Seemingly connecting to the Internet, Steve jumped up from his chair...

"There's something wrong with this thing!" He said to Chen Ang.

"Yes...it's collecting information online!" Chen Ang replied calmly.

"It's a famine alien...you put it next to the computer defenselessly like this?" Steve asked anxiously.

Chen Ang didn't care: "Steve, when this plant was taken away from the Dubai tribe, you should know that it is out of control. We only have a small part of the remaining roots here, the rescued plants, And Thanos and his allies have thousands of times more. The worst has already happened."

"Do you think that I will be safe if I keep this thing carefully and guard against it?"

"Now it is more important to understand them. It is precisely because of contact with them that I know that the sun ladder is a species of collective consciousness. My sun ladder is just an insignificant tentacle of their collective consciousness. It is now They can only communicate with computers, but if it is a piece of this kind of plant, they are like a huge signal receiver that can receive electromagnetic waves around the world. Their complex neural network can be connected to our network."

"I have identified the characteristics based on their unique network signals, and sent them to the People's Revolutionary Federation and S.H.I.E.L.D. to let them lock the signal characteristics to strengthen defenses and prevent more confidential information from leaking out."

"You should be thankful that this plant has not fully awakened yet. Its signal reception is still instinctive and has no technology at all. But once it really awakens, it can actively manipulate electromagnetic signals and it is fully capable of invading any network on Earth. As long as it has wireless signal……"

Steve was speechless, and saw Chen Ang put a specimen with a Japanese label labeled 'Fu Jiang' - a jar of meat chunks in a corrosive liquid, on the shelf, and reached out to pick up the camera next to it and a briefcase, greeted Steve and said, "Take your shield, let's meet that Johnny Blazer!"

Chen Ang picked up a dilapidated voodoo doll, patted the ashes on it and said, "Take it, I want to see what special characteristics the soul of the famous Ghost Rider has!"

"Are you going to seal his soul into this doll?" Steve lifted the aegis on his back, looked at the side, with a camera hanging around his neck, eyes, and a briefcase, like a reporter, The image of Chen Ang holding an irrelevant rag doll in his hand feels very twisted.

"Yes!" Chen Ang said: "Since it is an evil spirit...then it must be sealed carefully. This voodoo doll is a spoil left by me when I dealt with the wizards in Haiti a few years ago. It used to be that the witch heart was sealed here. The demon's soul... was consumed later (said vaguely) during the experiment..."

"Speaking of... Jonathan Blazer's soul seems to be half of mine!" Chen Ang thought to himself, "I'll have to look through the experimental records of the Spirit of Vengeance to find out... Anyway, no matter whether it was made by me, , or which batch of natural reproduction. Mephitos has used my property as a test subject without authorization-all human beings are my property-so, there is no doubt that I have ownership of the soul in his hands... ...It's such a happy decision. Ask him to get it back when you have time!"

"The boiled meat rotted in the pot..." Chen Ang thought with satisfaction: "This universe is full of things I raised, the ones with marks are domesticated, and the ones without marks are free-range...all of them are my experimental products It doesn't matter if they live, grow old, get sick, or die for their own property, but of course it's more important to have a few of them that have experimental value. Lest your own cabbage be taken away by your own pigs!"

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