The God of Injustice in Marvel

First the infantry squad.

They were all slaughtered by the Leon clones who rushed up from the pavilions, window sills and deserted streets.

Leon, riding the nightmare horse, still walked safely on the street with bloody hoof marks every step of the way.

In the distance, at the end of the street, a commander wearing a steel helmet used a telescope to look at the "devil" walking towards us in the distance, and put down the telescope bitterly.

Although he kept cursing, the adjutant beside him could clearly hear the fear that could not be concealed in his commander's tone.

However, the adjutant did not laugh at or look down on his commander, because he knew that if he were not sitting in the car now, he would definitely be unable to stand upright, and he might even do something embarrassing.

Such a slow, yet heavy sense of oppression was pushing over me like a mountain or a sea. When I looked directly into my eyes, fear seemed to be the only emotion I could feel.

"Lucas, how is the situation with the people?"

The commander really wanted to issue an order to retreat, but unfortunately he did not have the right. Although he was the supreme commander of the battlefield, his order was only to evacuate the people. If he wanted to issue such an order that would obviously lose the face of his superiors, stand over at the tower.

The big shots who were watching the scene from a distance might not allow him to do such a thing.

He knew in his heart that he was just an unlucky guy.

If he has merit, it all belongs to the big shot. If he has fault, then he alone will be responsible for "unfavorable command".

It’s really a special code thing!

The adjutant picked up the communication device and asked a few questions, then put down the phone and said: "Civilians in the two nearby blocks have completed the evacuation. The rest of the people are also in the process of effective evacuation.

Sir..."

The adjutant hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help but ask: "Is what we do really meaningful?"

Anyone who is not a fool can see what the murderer opposite is trying to do.

Although the people above have been trying to eliminate the impact of the information spread on the Internet, how can we eliminate what has been seen and remembered in our hearts!

What General Ross has done is no longer a secret even among kindergarten children. After such a big thing, such a ridiculous and disgusting scandal, do the higher-ups still want to protect General Ross?!

The guy wearing a mask and riding a horse, Adjutant Lucas knew that he was the night watchman of the Big Apple City, because he was a New Yorker himself. Regarding the black cat and the night watchman that were circulated among every Big Apple City person,

He still knows people's stories very well.

This man has never given up until he achieves his goal, and he has never compromised with anyone.

In the past few years, gangs in the Big Apple City have been killing each other if they show up, and a hundred people gather together to form a mountain. When did anyone run away?

If we don't hand over the culprit now, do we expect them, the soldiers who are working and getting paid, to step up one by one?!

How many teams were wiped out over there!

They don't chase and kill, and they don't take the initiative, but as long as they get together, who will be alive!

There is also a special code to transfer civilians here...

Lucas recalled the ordinary people he had met when he first arrived here. They were not afraid of them, and he argued with the soldiers like them: We were fine at home, how could he come to kill us?!

My special code is not stupid, I will join in and die!

Thinking of this sentence, Lucas felt even more that those dead soldiers were worthless.

yes……

Who doesn't know that if you get together, you will die...

But this matter is special...

There’s nothing to say!

……………………

"You're crazy!"

The commander cut off the communication and unplugged the wires from the communication device.

The two of them have been chief adjutants since a long time ago. They have cooperated for a long time and can talk to each other with confidence.

The commander once again glanced at the teams behind him whose uniforms and equipment were obviously different from their own, and a look of contempt flashed through his eyes.

After raising the glass of the car, the officer whispered: "Lucas, you are not the only smart person in this world. What you have seen has actually been seen by everyone."

It's just that some people are pretending to be stupid, some are waiting for others to pretend to be stupid, some hope that we will follow suit, and more people are waiting for the real fool to appear.

Lucas, are you going to be a real fool..."

The old officer continued seriously: "He just wants to kill that General Ross.

You know, I know, those idiots above know even better.

But no!

At least, General Ross can never die like this! This is not about General Ross’s identity and status.

It has nothing to do with whose handle or secret he holds.

The key is that he is a symbol, at least at this time, he can only and must become a symbol.

This logo is a business card, a face, and a chair filled with countless butts and cushioned by countless heads and tongues.

He can die, and even those stupid bastards above have long wanted him to jump out and die themselves.

But he couldn't die like this. He couldn't die because of the crimes that were exposed online. He couldn't be killed in broad daylight in such a forced way by an individual who openly defied the authorities.

We all want him to die like this. But we can’t. Absolutely not!”

The officer didn't know whether he was speaking to himself or to his adjutant who had been with him for many years.

After talking a lot, the officer picked up the cable that fell on the ground, plugged it in, and at the last moment when communication was restored, he said to the adjutant: "We just need to do our own thing well."

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Now everyone has been evacuated. A real [war] should happen here soon.

I just hope...

It can be a war that is carried out quietly and can be solved with words..."

Of course, this officer also saw the video of [Night Watchmen killing superheroes] that suddenly swept the Internet two hours ago.

Many of the superheroes who were killed by the Night Watchmen like melons and vegetables were powerful people who could be named by the chief himself.

But, so what, in the end, my legs were broken one by one, my eyes were blinded, and they were hung on the wall.

How can I defeat this kind of enemy with special codes?

This is not a large group of enemies like when the Chitauri invaded. You have powerful weapons, can you really just throw one at him in the city?!

Even if those stupid donkeys really made such a stupid decision, if his special code is so fast, wouldn't they run away?!

The commander felt that there was no hope of victory in a head-to-head confrontation.

In the end, it is estimated that the person opposite will be provoked into a frenzy, and it may turn into a beheading operation...

However, it is not certain who will behead whom.

It's not mine anyway, so I don't have a headache about it.

Sir's final thought.

Plug in the power and the communication is restored, sure enough.

There was only one order from above: evacuate.

Evacuate at full speed!

……………………

Leon actually has no interest in killing everyone.

Not to mention whether this is feasible or not, even if he does it and kills all the idiots who are colluding with General Ross, the ones who will be replaced will still change into new idiots in the future.

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Human beings can understand.

Leon doesn't have such a deep scheming, such a complicated purpose and such a lofty ambition.

He simply wanted to kill General Ross.

By the way, I would like to remind those idiots and give you a small warning.

The crisis of the destruction of the earth is coming at any time. I have no interest in playing house games with you here.

I just want to save my life. Anyone who causes trouble for me will be given a warning. If they don't listen, they will be killed with special codes.

If it continues like this, it will only be cleaned every 20 to 30 years.

Considering this time span, it's still acceptable.

………………

Still moving forward slowly, Leon waited again.

Waiting for someone to come and die.

Wait for someone to "negotiate".

Whether the person who was sent to die came here on his own initiative, or whether he was tied up and carried with his legs broken, it didn't matter to Lyon, it was acceptable.

As for negotiations...

Stopping his horse, Leon looked at the lonely one-eyed man driving a Chevrolet on the street with a smile, and said meaningfully: "...It's really you..."

The car stopped and Fury got out.

"Let's talk?"

"Okay."

………………………………

Countless people are paying attention to the conversation between Lyon and Fury, concerned about the subsequent development, the content of their "negotiations", and the development and direction of the situation.

At this moment, this inconspicuous street in front of us is definitely the focus of the world.

At this time, what are Fury and Lyon doing?

Eat and talk nonsense.

"If you dare to put your hands on my mutton chops again, I will send ten more orange cats to your house."

"Fuck! I'm going to say it must have been you!"

Fury didn't care about Leon's warning at all, and while he was putting the new steak on the stove, he cursed and poked away the roasted lamb chop with a fork.

The force is sophisticated yet quick, precise and elegant.

It's just that when you eat, you reveal your true nature a bit, your mouth is full of oil.

"Your special code..."

"Is there any more wine?"

"Yes...no! I'm not talking about wine! I'm talking about my lamb chops!"

Fury wiped his mouth: "It's really a failure for you to use this little pepper!"

Lyon:…………

Simply pushing the wine and mutton chops to Fury's side, Leon sat back on the chair and asked lazily: "They asked you to come, are you afraid that a big bomb will fall from the sky in a while and kill you with it?"

Send it away?"

Leon threatened Fury with a smile: "I can only protect myself. This meal of yours may be a decapitation meal~"

Unexpectedly, Fury was not afraid at all and still focused all his energy on the mutton.

"I'm not stupid. You know, during the period when I was locked up, hey! I provided them with a lot of information about you. That's called a person who knows everything and tells everything!"

Leon said nothing, but continued to listen to what Fury said.

"They also know that you have a clone. Hahaha!

Now they all suspect that you on the horse are fake! It's a clone! It's a stunt!

The real body must be somewhere already, looking for General Ross all over the world."

Fury's smile was sinister, but Leon had never seen Fury smile so heartily.

Even the wrinkles on his face were laughing!

Fury laughed for a while, stuffed another mouthful of mutton into his mouth, took a sip of wine, complimented Lyon on the good mutton, and then continued: "You, stupid!

How can you take your time and waste time like this!

Anyway, you have done everything you should do. If the table is overturned, it doesn't matter whether you step on it or not.

You, you should really get some clones and go find those bastards!

Kill one after a while, kill another after a while! I guarantee they will definitely agree to your request!"

Everyone in Lyon was stunned.

Is this still the Fury he knew?!

I picked up the wine bottle and took a look. That’s right! It’s not fake wine!

"You...have been pretending for so many years and have been so wronged. Now you have completely exposed your true nature, right?"

Fury has never been a subordinate who only follows orders and instructions.

For the first time in his life, he stood out from an ordinary task and was favored by a superior. He relied on his determination and courage, not listening to orders but completing the task.

Fury is not a completely good person in any sense. After being the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. for so many years, he has sacrificed and abandoned agents in all the missions, not even a thousand but also eight hundred.

To be precise, Fury is a tolerant, elderly version of Leon without superpowers.

The same mixture of black and white, the same audacity.

Ever since the Chitauri invasion, when Fury didn't hesitate to kill his own pilot with a gun in order to prevent a bomb-laden plane from taking off, Leon had admired Fury very much.

Because Leon knew in his heart that they were the same kind of people.

However, even so, Leon was still frightened by Fury's "plan".

It... doesn't look like you are negotiating on their behalf.

It's more like they sent you to advise me!

This is for fear that I will kill less! Leon thought this way.

…

"Where's Ross?"

Freelance laughed: "Ha, caught, caught. They caught General Ross alone in an abandoned base. Well... Speaking of which, when I came here, he seemed to be no longer a general.

That group of people usually went through procedures that were outrageously complicated, but now they were so fast that they directly set up a temporary trial team in the headquarters and convicted Ross of more than 20 crimes in less than five minutes.

Ha...it takes more than that long just to read the documents."

Fury ate the last piece of mutton chop, burped with satisfaction, and continued: "The main reason they asked me to come is to let you know that Ross has been caught, and I hope you won't make the matter bigger again.

Hahahaha! You don’t even know that when Ross was arrested, he shaved off his beard and half of his hair, and he was still wearing a skirt and a veil. Don’t tell me, if Ross’s own dog hadn’t been taken away,

It’s really not necessary to let him run away.”

Leon burst out laughing after hearing this. Why are you talking so much that you are so happy?

"But what's the point of shaving half of your head?"

Fury's laughter became even louder: "Hahahaha! You forgot, the picture you tattooed on his head is still there! He...

He is afraid that you will recognize him! Hahahahahaha!"

Just as he was smiling, Fury saw Leon stand up.

"You're going to find them? To pick up Ross?"

"Um."

Leon got on his horse and said, "By the way, go threaten them."

Fury hurriedly stood up and gave his advice: "Don't forget to kill a few Li Liwei! Kill them first, otherwise they will talk nonsense to you!

Hey! Leon! Do you know the epaulettes? You are so picky!!!"

Leon was riding on the horse, looking at Fury who was shouting at him from behind, and couldn't help but become suspicious again.

"Could it be that...the single wooden wine barrel...really produces fake wine?!"

(ps: It’s not advice, it’s just a suggestion. When you feel tired, weak or even unable to lift your arms, don’t think it’s just an ordinary trivial matter!

If you have a history of hepatitis, try not to stay up late and have a full physical examination as soon as possible once a year.

Four days, just four days! No one was alive. It was just ordinary hepatitis from the beginning... Just because it was delayed for a few days...

Dear book friends, I still hope that everyone is safe and free from all diseases.)