Marvel's strongest warden

San Francisco, headquarters of the Ten Rings Gang.

In just less than a month, the Ten Rings Gang has become the largest underground gang in San Francisco. Their boss, everyone calls him "Sir."

The Dark King of San Francisco sat on a chair in the room, facing the rising sun. Behind him was a huge Yin-Yang fish, and in front of the Yin-Yang fish was an extremely ancient bronze medicine cauldron.

He was wearing a half-old Suzhou embroidered robe, with a Taoist bun on his head, which is commonly known as a bull nose. He was sitting there with an old face, just like an ordinary old man.

But under his seat, everyone felt that even breathing and making sounds was a mistake, and they were walking on thin ice with trepidation.

His seat is on the nine steps, higher than everyone else.

No one knew why the adults gathered them here. They exchanged glances with each other and finally chose silence.

"Your brother is also my loyal subordinate." Just when the people below were fidgeting, the adult above spoke. The intervals between each of his words were very long, just like every sentence he said.

They are all carefully considered in the mind, with a convincing power.

He continued: "Nan, you should know that he was a humble, sensible and obedient young man. He died in New York and was killed by our so-called ally's clairvoyant without any notice.

This is undoubtedly a deliberate provocation."

He said slowly, and his tone didn't seem to indicate any anger or anger, but the people below still didn't dare to speak, because they didn't know what it meant.

Are you going to war, or are you just preparing to condemn?

Looking at his subordinates who looked like frightened quails, the adult sighed and said: "Tell the clairvoyant that I want them to send someone to take charge of this matter.

I want the head of the person who did it to pay homage to my dead men.

Otherwise, I will kill all of them. I heard that the clairvoyant's lair is in Hell's Kitchen?

Then tell them if he doesn't agree with my plan.

Then I'll kill everyone in Hell's Kitchen.

No matter if they are his men or not.

I want them to feel the fear Nan felt before she died."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and those people left the place as if they had received an amnesty. The adult let out a disappointed sigh again.

There is no doubt that he is a nostalgic person, especially when his current subordinates are becoming more and more mediocre and incompetent.

"Even the air here disgusts me."

He closed the door next to the window with a wave of his hand and turned back to light the fire.

Before he escaped from the ancient eastern country, he obtained a secret book of mysticism. He planned to practice this secret book of mysticism. The ten rings on his hand gave him strength.

But these alone are not enough.

He will not be satisfied with these, knowledge is endless.

He thought to himself.

His purpose of refining the Extremis virus was not simply to kill Tony Stark. In fact, it was an incidental matter, and even a prerequisite for clairvoyants to cooperate with him.

What he values ​​​​is Extremis Virus, of course, this is also what those stupid people would call it.

That's not a virus.

That's a door.

The adult held a small glass vessel in his hand, which contained the unstable elixir of despair. He put the glass vessel aside, coughed twice, and then began to continue refining the elixir.

He was really refining alchemy, which he also learned from the secret book of mysticism.

He grabbed the cattail leaf fan next to him and began to fan one after another. In fact, the flame in the alchemy furnace did not need to add air. He did this just to kill time.

He really seemed to be an old man, quietly waiting for his death.

But is this really the case?

Is this man who intimidated the SFPD in less than a month really just such a decadent old man?

In San Francisco, there are quite a few such old people - simply referring to the old people with their current demeanor. There is a huge immigrant population here. Their skin looks similar to that of adults, and their ecology is similar when they grow old.

But the only difference is that this old man with a bull nose and a robe can really set off a terrifying hurricane in the entire country.

Let all those in the hurricane tremble!

…

At the same time, Tony Stark, who was in his mansion, drove everyone out angrily. He only had one piece of clothing on him at this time.

Loose pajamas.

Now, he even pulled it to the ground. The amount of palladium in his blood and internal organs was increasing. He now even hated anything that could lean on him.

That would make him sore and itchy!

He glanced at the mirror again and found that his face was getting worse and worse. Even if he put some cosmetics on his face for decoration, it could not hide his fatigue.

Chlorophyll could no longer save him. He curled up on the sofa in the empty mansion. The sunset light shone down, and the last golden afterglow sprinkled on his body.

Darkness enveloped him.

Only the ray of sunlight shone on the broken hair on his forehead, showing the outline of his face.

The entire mansion was silent except for the voice of butler Jarvis.

"Sir, it's dark. Do you want to turn on the light?"

Tony didn't speak. He fell asleep. Darkness slowly enveloped him. The golden afterglow slowly withdrew from the house, leaving a lonely man behind.

"Tony~Tony~"

He knew that he was dreaming. In fact, after the palladium poisoning, Tony had nightmares every night. For him, sweet dreams were a luxury.

So does sleep.

He felt that this was a lucid dream. Hearing the voices of unknown men and women calling, he turned left and right in confusion, trying to see clearly who was calling him.

But there was fog all around him, and he couldn't see who was deep in the fog.

"Where is this? Who are you?"

The voice still didn't answer him. He walked confusedly in the fog. He felt a little cold under his feet. Looking down, he found that he was not wearing shoes.

"Fuck the cold."

He swore and continued walking forward, because he saw there seemed to be a back figure in front of him, which was vague and unclear. He tried to shout to that side, but there was no answer to him.

"Damn it, I don't want to continue dreaming at all! Wake up, wake up!"

He kept hinting to himself, but what made his heart sink was that he didn't feel like waking up at all. His whole body was getting colder and colder, so he had no choice but to try running to see if he could catch up.

He didn't know how long he had been running for that back view. The good news was that the fog around him was getting lighter and thinner. The bad news was that he felt as if his lungs were on fire.

Fortunately, the pain did not last long.

He finally broke through the thick fog and saw the brilliant galaxies in front of him. Those galaxies looked like one universe after another.

These universes are connected together in a breathtakingly beautiful way.

He couldn't help but want to reach out and touch the sea of ​​stars, but was stopped by the people behind him.

"Don't, Tony, don't touch them, knowledge is not only wealth, it can also be a curse.

Tony, try to understand them instead of being enslaved by them.

Your brain is different from others, and you are one of them."