Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"Great Mandalin, our base in Afghanistan was devastated. Your student Ibn has confirmed death."

In a mysterious place, a middle-aged man in a robe confronts the leader of the Ten Rings, the mysterious and dangerous Mandalin, reporting on the recent situation. He said humbly:

"Special agents of the SHIELD Bureau European Division also raided our stronghold in Poland yesterday. But as we planned, they got nothing but some confusing information."

"Their response was disappointing. It was like a stupid and angry hound, who could never catch a keen fox. As for Ibn, alas... that was a very capable young man, but unfortunately, his luck seemed not too good."

Mandalin, sitting in that quaint chair, closed his eyes slightly and evaluated the death of his student in a careless tone.

While stroking his gray beard, he whispered:

"Tell me about the agent, the surprising young man. He almost destroyed the situation in Afghanistan by himself. What is his name?"

"Merlin Riley"

The middle-aged man standing in front of Mandalin quickly replied:

"It's a level 5 agent of SHIELD, who commands a mysterious department. His appearance in Afghanistan should be just an accident."

"An unexpected factor?"

Mandalin shook his head. The old man, who seemed to be full of secrets, couldn't help but touch his ten fingers. The only left **** with the ring vacant, he said:

"I hate accidental factors. Where is he now? Most importantly, where is my thunder ring?"

"Sorry, the great Mandalin."

The kind of person replied with some fear:

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is a secret organization with high authority. They have strict criteria for recruiting new people. We have been trying to infiltrate it, but with little success. We just know that 4 days ago, Merlin Riley was sent back from Afghanistan. New York. But after his plane landed, he seemed to disappear out of thin air."

"Oh."

Mandalin nodded. He opened his eyes. The black, calm eyes looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. He said:

"So, as my intelligence collector, you have successfully positioned my lost ring to any corner of the world, right?"

"We will find him!"

Facing Mandalin's question, the middle-aged man's waist was lower and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He knows that there are many people in this world who fear Mandalin, but the one who fears the man the most is never his enemy, but his followers.

The more you understand, the more you fear.

"I've sent a manpower to North America, the great Mandalin, we will find it soon..."

"Soon, how long is it?"

Mandalin crossed his fingers, he asked softly.

His ten rings are powerful spiritual tools, but this is a whole. The lack of a ring makes him feel very uncomfortable, like losing a part of his body.

But in Merlin's desperate counterattack, in his suppression with a 9-fold seal box, even the owner of the Thunder ring, even the mysterious and powerful Mandalin, also lost their sense of their ring.

This is a shame for Mandalin.

It was like a giant reaching out to crush an ant, but was bitten by the ant.

That is a shame that cannot be told.

In the face of Mandalin's inquiry, the middle-aged man stood there tremblingly, he dared not pack the ticket, nor did he dare to report a time.

Mandalin is not to be deceived. If the time is up and they haven't got the ring back, waiting for them will be a terrible result.

This silence lasted for tens of seconds, and when the heart of the middle-aged man was about to stop suddenly, Mandalin suddenly waved his hand.

"Forget it."

The leader of the Ten Commandments said:

"Merlin can take my ring under dying, indicating that he is not an opponent you can deal with. I have no intention of sending you to die, you don't need to control this matter, after my "reincarnation" is completed, I Will personally visit Mr. Merlin."

"Alas, it's such a terrible time, it's really incompetent subordinates. I have to do everything myself."

Mandalin's regretful words made the nervous middle-aged person suddenly relieved at this moment.

He glanced at Mandalin's expression secretly. Since childhood, he has followed Mandalin. No one knows Mandalin's temper better than him.

He knew that the loss of Mandalin's ring was not necessarily as simple as it seemed. His master is also a person with a good face, he will not make public those things that will damage his image.

This also means that Mandalin will not punish him for this incident, which makes this middle-aged man quite lucky to escape a disaster, and since he knows that Mandalin does not want to talk about this matter, so he He quickly turned the subject to another direction.

"Great Mandalin, our public opinion in North America is coming to an end. According to the news returned by our secret fighters, the top US leaders are very dissatisfied with the situation in Afghanistan, and they are losing their minds little by little under pressure. It takes only a drop of Mars to ignite everything. As you might expect, the arrogant giant will walk into the quagmire of war."

"Isn't this inevitable?"

Mandalin was not pleased by the news. He said:

"From the moment when the forces supported by the United States in Afghanistan are overthrown, the arrival of war is inevitable. We just accelerated the process, and what must happen has finally happened. What's so happy about?"

"The beginning of the war just means that we are going to the next stage."

Mandalin told his intelligence officer:

"Our deep potential fighters inside the CIA will soon be exposed to the strangling of other forces, let them seize the last time, open the gateway to the North American continent for us, and do the next time for us before they are arrested Prepare to pierce the heart of North America...that is their sacred mission, a mission that must be completed."

"Abandon them?"

The middle-aged man said with regret:

"We have spent almost 30 years laying out all of this, and now, almost overnight, we have to throw it all away. There is also the reconstruction of the Afghan forces and our infiltration operations in other parts of Europe. .. I'm not questioning your decision, the great Mandalin, I was thinking, maybe, maybe we can be more secure."

"I mean..."

The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead. He whispered:

"While marching into North America, we must also reserve forces in other places."

"I have left enough reserve power, and the chaotic situation in Afghanistan should be over. Since it is a target that attracts attention, then there is no need to be low-key, let our soldiers come out of the shadows!"

"You should understand that all our preparations during these years are for this moment."

Mandalin said in a low voice:

"Americans play war and rely on despicable means to ingest endless benefits in an era of chaos. They try to turn their land into the center of the world. That is a great idea, and that is also my idea."

"Arrogant Americans don’t know that the spikes I buried in their hearts 30 years ago are about to pierce their lives. They also don’t need to know the era that opened and ended in that shadow. Under my leadership, we have It’s not enough...it’s not enough!"

Mandalin opened his eyes at this moment. In those always calm eyes, there seemed to be a spark beating, and his voice became clanging:

"Like my ancestor, the great Genghis Khan."

"In this era, a dark expedition is about to kick off! I will step into that prosperous land and hold the scenery of the top of civilization in your hands, and you will also get what I promised, a brand new , A great, bright life."

"This mediocre, boring era will soon be over. The country full of lies and deception will usher in karmic fire, and then under our leadership, rebirth!"

Mandalin looked at the starry sky above him, he looked at the twinkling stars, he said:

"My family, my bloodline is completely sinking in the history of change. But it does not matter, I will personally create a prosperous world that belongs to me, that will be built on the smoke and ruins of North America."

"King..."

"Long live!"

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Mandalin's subordinates did not know where Merlin was hiding, which is not to blame for their lack of ability.

Because even Merlin did not know where he was placed.

The messy voice continued to ring in Merlin's mind, and he could vaguely recognize that there were people he knew in the voice.

There was Fury's voice, Pierce's voice, Hill's voice, and Coulson and Melinda.

He heard the voices of Dr. Foster and Dr. Hall, as well as Eric, Little Ava, and even Hermione and Harry.

He wanted to respond to them.

But he couldn't respond, as if he was locked in a dark cage.

He could not feel his body, the temperature and information of the outside world.

he...

Trapped.

It's like experiencing a nightmare that can only be passively accepted and endlessly looped.

Those voices were constantly echoing in his thoughts, and they were scattered and even disconnected from each other.

"His thinking is very active, but his vital signs are very bad, just like the patients in the late stage of frostbite."

"Gravinium was detected in his blood, god! How did he survive?"

"Mr. Merlin looks like he is dreaming, but I can feel that there is a force preventing him from awakening."

"We can't give up on him! He has done so many things for us. He is a young man with great future. We must find a way to save him!"

"No, it's not magic! The magic in his body works very well, it's something else, maybe some kind of curse. I think you should transfer Merlin to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magical Injuries, and your technology can't solve him. Question, isn't it?"

"Sir, wake up soon, the vampires in New York are almost full of trouble."

"His muscles are shrinking. He sleeps too long. If he goes on like this, his organs will fail."

"Hemodialysis failed, and the weird substance has been integrated with him and cannot be stripped. Sorry, Director Fury, we tried all methods, but we couldn't force Agent Merlin to be awakened, whether it was electric shock or acupuncture. There is no response. He is like a vegetative."

"So, is he trapped?"

"Merlin, Merlin, can you hear? I'm a sister, can you open your eyes? Don't scare me? Please, don't scare me."

At the end of these noisy sounds, it was May with a crying voice. Merlin tried very hard to tell his sister that he was still alive and he had no problems, but he couldn't.

"Can anyone hear?"

"answer me!"

Under the closed body, Merlin's soul cried out with hoarseness, and he prayed for someone who could hear his voice.

He struggled hard, but his efforts could not be answered.

The soul is also exhausted, and in this strange coma, Merlin sleeps dizzy every time. The most frustrating thing is not the inability to move the body, but the uncertainty of the time flowing.

Merlin did not know how long he had been unconscious.

There was a fear in him, in case when he opened his eyes, everything he knew was gone...

so what should I do now?

"We tried all methods, whether it's magic or technology, Director, we...we have nothing to do."

Hill's voice sounded in Merlin's perception of becoming tired again. After a few seconds, Merlin on the verge of sleep heard Fury's slightly tired answer.

"No, not all solutions, there is the last one."

There was some doubt in Fury's voice, but in the end, he made up his mind and said to Hill:

"Help me contact Professor Charles."

"No one in this world is more familiar with Merlin's situation than he is."

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