Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The world is not static. In fact, the world is changing every day, and inventions that can change the world may even be born in your sleep. From this perspective, the curse that turns people into monsters is one of them.

one.

After all, it did change the whole world.

John Rambo was sitting on the ground, with a depressed expression and a bit of ascetic solemnity. He seemed to have accepted his fate. Litosis stood beside him, with the R-1 hanging behind him, standing upright.

And solemnly, even at this time, he is like a statue.

"Go on, what is Agent Orange?"

Rambo looked up at him and suddenly burst into laughter: "Man, I have to say, if you are really a government agent, your acting skills are very good."

"Call me sir or captain, soldier."

Litosis calmly lowered his head and stared at him: "You have been recruited by the Empire, and you will serve him. From now on, you are a member of the Astra Militarum. Although you are a reserve, you still cannot blind them.

Shame. The reason why I let you sit and talk to me is because your body has just been shocked."

"But that doesn't mean you can ignore military discipline, understand?"

Rambo was stunned by the serious and powerful words. Suddenly, he seemed to be back in the army - that was a place he was familiar with, and that was where he was needed.

Rambo immediately stood up, looked straight ahead, straightened his chest, and saluted.

"Understood, sir!"

Litosis frowned and did not correct his salute posture for the time being: "At ease, soldier. Now, tell me, what is Agent Orange?"

Rambo began to describe the deadly poison without expression, his voice was flat and emotionless, but there was deep fear in his eyes. The more he spoke, the more Litosis felt an impulse - an impulse.

An impulse that almost made him laugh.

What kind of ignorant and cruel government would do such a despicable thing? Such actions are probably no different from the slow corruption of the devil.

Litosis understands how poison that can destroy nature will cause harm to the people living in that land.

He frowned, disgust clearly appearing on his face - this planet needs enlightenment from the Empire! Now! Immediately!

"I understand, soldier. Now, tell me your name."

"John Rambo, sir!"

"Very well, John Rambo. Now tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Report, sir! I am here to block the incoming zombies for the people in the rear camp!"

"Only you?"

"It's just me!"

"Deserves a commendation, soldier. Stand up straight!"

Litosis came to him, and Wen Zhen was telling him through spiritual contact that the man in front of him was mentally abnormal - judging from the calluses on his hands and the traces left on the hillside, he was most likely a veteran.

veteran.

People who have experienced war are more or less mentally disabled.

Litosis understands this, and he wants to take advantage of it. For Litosis, there is no shame in admitting this matter, and he does not even think that the matter itself is shameful.

What's so shameful about finding a spiritual sustenance for a mentally disabled person?

"Listen up, soldier. I'm not a person sent by that stupid government you say. I'm not an alien as you imagine. I'm just like you. I'm human. But I'm from between the stars, no matter what.

Believe it or not, there is a huge empire among the stars."

Litosis raised his hand and pointed to the sky: "——I am from there. We fight for countless people there. We are born, we train, and we die. And our fight is to make more people

Protect yourself from disaster! Our fight is meaningful and we are needed!"

"Now, John Rambo. I formally invite you to join us. Are you willing to fight for the welfare and future of all mankind for the rest of your life, even if it costs your life?"

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Of course Rambo agreed.

How could he refuse?

Being needed, this is what he has always longed for - after wandering so far, he finally understood this.

In the military camp, he can drive a jeep and is an elite special soldier.

But when he returned to society, he was always looked down upon. Let alone driving, he couldn't even find a job cleaning cars, and he couldn't even get fair treatment.

Sometimes he would be kicked out if he even wanted to have a hot meal in a store, just because the jacket he wore was the kind worn by soldiers. Some people would even insult him on the street because of his clothes, calling him a murderer, but

What can he do?

He didn't take the initiative to join the army, nor did he take the initiative to be trained into a killing machine...

What's more, fighting for all mankind... is a much better reason than fighting for the fucking US government.

He has seen clearly that they were not drafted into the army as the politicians said, to 'protect the United States and her people', no, no. That is not the case at all. The politicians also hid a few words in their hearts, the complete sentence

It should be like this.

They were deceived and drafted into the military to "protect the United States and their money from politicians and wealthy businessmen"! Civilians are meaningless to these bastards.

After the Agent Orange incident, Rambo understood everything.

Now, he was describing this damn infectious disease in detail to his superiors. From the bottom of his heart, Rambo felt that this was another damn thing created by a government laboratory, so his words were quite fierce.

"A month and a half, sir. The army and police seem to be dead. These slow-moving zombies are obviously very easy to deal with. The M16 can kill them easily. But a month and a half has passed, and I have only seen the army twice.

Party’s support.”

"First the water was cut off, and then the power was cut off. I took them running to this valley, but the zombies were still able to find us. I thought they found us by sight or hearing, but even if they were hiding behind the door

, they can know where we are without making any sound.”

"This is definitely the work of those fucking politicians! They were dissatisfied with Agent Orange, so they came up with something even more terrifying! Now everyone is with them in their misfortune!"

"Watch your words, soldier. As a soldier of the empire, you must always maintain an image. Of course, if it is what you said, then they really deserve the scolding. So, I will not pursue your minor language problem this time.

"

Litosis's English was becoming more and more fluent, and the pattern allowed him to learn a new language without any instruction in half an hour. He said: "The questioning is over, soldier. Get your weapons.

, a group of zombies are coming, we need to deal with them."

"As you command, sir!"