Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 141 Animal Tamer or Clown

Author: Little Sirius Hunter

Chapter 141 Animal Tamer or Clown

The room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Outside the room, there is a banquet hall where people drink wine and drink.

In the two adjacent rooms next door, the room above the ceiling, each room stood two warriors as strong as giant bears. They seemed not to be breathing, their limbs were covered with a layer of bright silver metal, and under their masks were a pair of eyes wide open.

The dead gray eyes are open - this means they are already active.

This is the biggest trump card of the Malik family - the alien warriors.

Unlike other Hydra branches, Pierce has a large group of elite agents under his command. Baron Zemo has a group of modified Winter Soldiers, and Baron Strucker is good at biological modification, and he also has some strange abilities.

Only the Malik family is different. They have benefited enough from the teleportation stele. Since the Blackstone Portal was built by the Kree and has similar characteristics to the obelisk, strangers have been unintentionally transported to it over the years.

They were attracted to them, and then they were immediately discovered and trapped by the Malik family. Without knowing it, some valuable aliens showed their abilities and were brainwashed by Malik, and transformed into Hydra warriors.

In other words, except for Baron Strucker, who created Crimson and Quicksilver after obtaining the scepter, the true strength of the Malik family is second to none among Hydra.

"Yes!" Old Malik, who had weighed it countless times in his mind, finally decided to show off, "We got a portal, but it is very unstable. According to our long-term research, its opening time is about two

It fluctuates between the annual calendars of three planets. At first it can only pass one person, and slowly it can pass some equipment, weapons and..."

"That's because every time it is turned on, the spatial coordinates will become more stable." Kausu interrupted the old Malik nonchalantly, "It's like many men may only have three seconds for the first time, but when he gets used to it,

The time will be extended accordingly.”

Old Malik was stunned for a while, then smiled awkwardly: "This metaphor...well, it's really vivid. Then I understand!"

"You don't need to look at me like that." Kausi picked up the wine bottle from the ground next to him and poured himself a glass of wine. "Yes, no one understands the structure of space better than me!"

Under Old Malik's gaze, the wine glass in the other party's hand disappeared like a ghost.

The next moment, a wine glass suddenly appeared in his hand. Old Malik was so startled that he scrambled and almost knocked over the wine glass filled with red wine.

"This is the principle of space teleportation. Establish a coordinate system, open a space channel, and then...'Phew'!"

"So..." Old Malik looked at the smashed goblin teleporter again, "This is also a teleportation..."

"It's already broken!" Kausi shrugged and poured himself another glass of wine. "This thing is a consumable item. It usually breaks into pieces within a year or so. Because we need to maintain a stable space.

It’s not easy, no matter how good the materials are, they will age quickly.”

Old Malik didn't pay attention. After the other party had demonstrated extraordinary space teleportation capabilities, the last doubt in his heart had already flown out of the sky. He drank the wine in the glass, and then personally dragged a chair to serve as a temporary

Put the wine bottle on the small table.

"You just said that you only need to know the coordinates of the other party to establish a stable teleportation channel between two places. So now that I have a teleportation gate, how can I know the coordinates of the other party?"

"Open it!" Kausi didn't even raise his eyelids. "Are you still asking? Open the portal, then take the instrument to the other end and send back the coordinate system on that side - the problem is, since you already have

Teleportation gate, why do you need to get the coordinates on the opposite side again? Wouldn’t it be better to make the teleportation gate more stable?”

"I don't have such skills!"

Old Malik said seriously, "Let's cooperate, Kaous, what do you want? Now it's a seller's market, with absolute technical strength. In other words, the bargaining power is in your hands, and you can do it according to your ideas.

Make an offer! I will try my best to meet your conditions."

"Well..."

Cauvus said nothing, just picked up the slime in the small box and looked at it for a while, then asked, "What's on the other side of the portal?"

"An abandoned planet may have had living things before, but there are definitely no living things now!" Old Malik answered without hesitation, "I need an exile on that planet, but other than that, I don't have any other requirements.

"

"What's the situation with that exile? If he can survive on an abandoned planet, it goes without saying that he must be a supernatural creature. There are great risks in this deal."

"Yes, that is a god with special abilities. We need him to..."

"To enhance and consolidate your rule?" Kaus frowned and interrupted Old Malik, "If you need a supernatural creature as your means of rule, then why not simply rule him?"

"Strength! All rulers must have corresponding strength, otherwise where is your right to speak? Who will maintain this right to speak?"

"If you need an Exile to secure your voice, then why don't you do it yourself?"

"He is not a human! Even if he wants to rule humans, he still..."

"That's not the key - the question is, what is your role? An animal trainer in the circus? Or... a clown in the palace for the entertainment of the king and the nobles?"

Malik Sr. suddenly stopped.

He leaned back on the chair, looking from the ceiling to the wall, and then out the window.

Animal tamer? Or clown?

Over the years, he has inherited his family's inheritance and kept this biggest secret from generation to generation. Although he has gained a lot of benefits from it, he has also consumed an unprecedented amount of manpower and material resources. In order to one day be able to welcome back the hive, with the help of the hive's

Special abilities to rule the world...

But as Kausi said, the hive can do everything by itself, so why does it need the Malik family? Even if it needs to rely on the power of the family to provide a steady stream of food and parasites at the beginning, what happens later?

What happens next?

The hive can completely kick itself away and choose new agents - it doesn't even need an agent, the humans parasitized by the parasites are enough for it to spread like a virus layer by layer. Here we are.

In the end, is there any meaning for human existence? It’s just a bunch of parasitic bodies left.

"No, you are wrong, Kaus!"

Old Malik suddenly regained his composure. He picked up the wine bottle and filled his glass. Then he raised his glass and gestured to Kaus, "I'm not interested in either animal trainers or clowns."

"Hmm?" Cauvus, who had already made up his mind, was a little surprised. He raised his head and looked at the gray-haired old gentleman, "What? Do you want to give up the idea of ​​becoming the king of the world?"

"How could it be? The earth is too small to accommodate people like you!" Old Malik said with a smile, "But it is more than enough to accommodate Malik."

"No, don't look at me like that, the 'Malik' I'm talking about is not Gideon Malik, but Stephanie Malik!"

"What do you think of this proposal? My son-in-law!"

"I don't think it's very good..." Kausu's calm expression suddenly stiffened, "I'm sorry, maybe I was distracted just now. Mr. Malik, the last phrase you just said was..."

"Son-in-law!" Old Malik was very satisfied with the shocked look on his face. Instead, he relaxed and took a sip of red wine, "Oh, if your English is not very good, I can say it another way - daughter's

-husband!”

(End of chapter)