Volume 6: Secret Invasion Chapter 47 Come! Give Old A a little Mason shock
The door to the world is open and the way home is right in front of you.
Harley walked in with her dog and chatted with Zha Kang, while Mason stopped and looked back at the city that was still being repaired behind them.
There was a lot of emotion in his eyes, which made Agent Brand, who was ready for a long journey, curiously ask:
"Is there anything in our world that would attract a well-informed explorer like you?"
"Of course."
Mason pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose and said seriously:
"Prosperity and stability..."
"You're kidding, right?"
The former director of S.W.O.R.D. almost lost her guard. She pointed at the post-war ruins in front of her that were surrounded by the warning wall erected by S.H.I.E.L.D. and said:
"A war that could have destroyed the world broke out here just a day ago. The world was just a hair's breadth away from being reduced to dust, and you call this situation 'stable'?"
"Any happiness requires contrast, Brand."
Mason didn't explain much, he just turned and walked into the rotating light curtain behind him.
Agent Brand followed behind with her briefcase and bag on her back, and after passing through the door into another world, she saw the wasteland in the distance from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lounge on the top floor of the Osborne Tower.
At that moment she understood what Mason meant.
Sure enough, any feeling requires comparison.
Compared to the wasteland world in front of him that had obviously experienced terrible things, his side was really prosperous and stable.
"Welcome to the new station."
Mason said to her:
"Go pick a room first. In fifteen minutes I'll take you to meet the chief executive here. You can describe to him the plan of uniting the two worlds. He will be interested in it."
"But are we forgetting something?"
Zha Kang, who finally returned to Osborne Tower after a long absence, stretched his body extremely relaxedly, snapped his fingers and activated some evil magic, causing a ball of blood light to gather in front of his eyes, turning into a small bat flying around and then turning into the unfortunate vampire Countess who was controlled by him.
This bastard didn't care that there were people around, and just stretched out his hand to hold his "little pet"'s slender waist. He bit Ms. Emilia's pale cheek hard, who looked disgusted, and then turned back to Mason and said:
"Where are those powerful people we found with great difficulty? Are we just going to leave them there and ignore them?"
"If you're talking about Black Strange..."
Mason glared at him and said:
"I don't think it's that difficult for him to track the landing point of a world gate. And! Go change your clothes right now, clean yourself up, and prepare something that will make Xiao Zha happy!
We are going back today. If you can't handle Xiao Zha, I will handle you!
I’m not kidding.”
"Uh, okay."
Zha Kang shrugged, patted the female vampire's plump buttocks hard, waved to her regretfully, then strode out of the lounge, puffing out smoke rings, and tidied himself up.
But Zha Kang's considerations actually make some sense. In addition to Brainiac's valuable collection and the Skrull servants who were transferred from the World Gate, the biggest gain Mason brought back from this trip to the other world was the friendship of several super powerful people.
Zha Kang has always been keen in this regard. He even thinks that the existence of these people is the mainstay of Team K's future success.
So what are they doing now?
The special plane rift on the surface of the moon where the observer frog picture was located was now deserted, and only a shell of the uniquely shaped golden palace remained.
Everything inside was emptied out, as if it were an emergency house move, to erase all traces of the owner of this place.
Black Strange and Perfect Ultron were standing in the empty hall. They searched around but didn't find any valuable traces. It seemed that Wa Tu left in a hurry and couldn't even leave a souvenir.
"I can go back in time."
Perfect Ultron, wearing a red cape, said beside Black Strange:
"Can we see what's going on?"
"Who can't? Young people are always eager to show off their tricks, right?"
Black Strange still looked sarcastic. He first mocked the perfect Ultron who was eager to show his value, and then snapped his fingers to make the green time magic rotate on his fingertips.
The surroundings seemed to have completely changed, pushing the flow of time backwards, showing the two powerful guys everything that had happened in this palace.
As Hei Qi expected, within a few minutes after Wa Tu persuaded Perfect Ultron to go back to help deal with Brainiac, a large number of bald men dressed exactly like Wa Tu appeared here.
Wa Tu who returned here did not put up any resistance. He allowed his compatriots to put energy handcuffs on him and followed them away. Later, someone took away all of Wa Tu's collection.
"It is indeed the Watcher Cult."
Black Qiyi dispelled the time-reversal magic, and with a look of surprise, he said to Ultron, who had already grabbed the mechanical dragon spear in the dark red light beside him:
"What are you going to do? Go and rescue someone from prison? You don't really think you're invincible just because you have the Infinity Stones?"
"He's a friend!"
Perfect Ultron stiffened his neck and said:
"We can't just sit back and watch him fall into danger."
"I said, be patient!"
Hei Qiyi shook his head and scolded:
"You are smart enough to make more rational judgments, but you are unwilling to control your impulses and like a naughty teenager who likes to stir up trouble!
Frog will be back.
The Watchers are not a brutal breed..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of light jumped up in the golden palace.
Then the bald-headed Watu came out wearing his white robe. This silent guy had a sad face, and the blue ribbon on his body had been taken away, leaving a mark like a brand on his broad forehead.
"Fired? All your social insurances and benefits are gone? They're also going to take away the house you were assigned, right?"
Hei Qiyi asked teasingly, and Watu nodded and sighed.
"You are no longer an observer. Even if you are banished to the mortal world, don't always use such a controlled tone. You know that it is very rude to remain silent when someone is talking to you, right?"
Strange snorted, reached out and opened the door to the dark realm, and said:
"Since there is nowhere to go, then come here. Ultron and I are planning an expedition to other dimensions, and we wouldn't mind having another former observer who was dismissed from his post.
But I have the final say in our small group, so you two better not mess with me."
"You're leaving?"
Watu, no longer an observer, raised his head and said in a hoarse voice:
"Why don't you stay here and continue to help them withstand the impact? Just like you did before."
"Do I owe them something?"
Hei Qiyi said without turning his head:
"Besides, the taste of Earth is really hard to swallow. I have to find something delicious to taste. Don't you have some weapons hidden to prepare for your current predicament?"
Watu shook his head, his expression becoming even sadder.
He also didn't expect that he would lose his status as an observer, although his overly emotional mind compared to his compatriots would inevitably lead him down this path sooner or later.
Forcing a life that can feel the pain and despair of others and still has the power to stand idly by and watch all the dark things, it is conceivable that it is only a matter of time before Watu violates his duties.
In many cases, this silent bald guy is only an impulse away from "knowingly breaking the law."
"I'm glad you're back."
Perfect Ultron patted Frog's shoulder and said in a mechanical voice:
"Think positively. Without your responsibilities and shackles, you no longer have to force yourself to watch suffering without being able to lend a hand. Mason said to me..."
"Don't play with him."
Frog sighed tiredly and said:
"You can't beat him, Ultron, and don't believe what he tells you. Without Mason's experience, it's easy to misunderstand what he really wants to tell you.
You have to learn to look at this complex universe , learn not to be influenced by others and draw your own conclusions, so as to plan your own life and goals.
This is a job that cannot be delegated to others.
But don't worry, I will teach you, and I have a lot of experience in observation to share with you."
…
The monthly bickering meeting of the Hope Council is about to be held. Old A is preparing to attend and has brought a pillow with him so that he can catch up on his sleep amid the meaningless arguments and shouting of those bastards.
But at this moment, a box was delivered to his desk by a messenger with a letter attached.
The signature is Q.
This aroused Mr. A's interest.
He guessed that Q must have encountered a difficult decision and came to ask for his opinion, so he opened the envelope and glanced at it. There was only a very brief description in it that the hunter captured a privateering operation during the world patrol and punished the main culprit, and now the spoils were given to Old A to facilitate him to use this as an excuse to make a point in the Hope Council.
This made Mazefak raise his eyebrows and open the box in front of him again. When he saw what was inside, Old A stood up suddenly, his whole dark face full of shock.
In front of him was a mechanical head with its bionic skin burned off. The guy still maintained his dying posture with his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to shout or beg for mercy.
His identity can be analyzed from the data holes remaining on the skull of this mechanical head.
"Brainiac?"
Old A's eyes widened.
He opened the drawer and took out a detector and placed it close to the skull to detect the signal. A second later, a message belonging to the identity authentication of Director Hope was confirmed, indicating that the mechanical head in front of him was not an ordinary mechanical replica.
This is the head of the Conqueror of the Universe himself.
A Hope director was murdered?
The murderer even brought the evidence of the crime to him openly... Was this a provocation? Or a threat?
Old A's face was as gloomy as water.
His brain, which was full of evil, started to work frantically, but he soon realized the purpose of Q sending this thing.
The truth may not be as complicated as he thought, just as described in the letter.
This bastard Brainiac secretly bypassed the supervision of the Council of Hope with his astonishing level 12 intelligence and started a privateering operation in an unknown world. He was discovered by a hunter patrolling the world, and then the two sides started fighting. As a result, Brainiac was defeated miserably. There is nothing difficult to understand... What a bullshit!
He knew very well the strength of the hunters. Even if ten Ciri joined together, they would not be a match for Brainiac himself.
Especially when that guy is operating his own exile mothership and has a mechanical army guarding him, the strength of this cosmic conqueror can be ranked in the top ten in the entire council full of monsters and demons!
On the other hand, if the Grand Master of the Star Society could single-handedly slay the powerful Director of Hope, then the Star Society would not be a subordinate organization of the Board of Directors.
There must be something fishy going on here!
"Mr. Director, the meeting will begin in five minutes. Please go to your seat."
The secretary's sweet reminder sound rang out outside the office, pausing Mr. A's frowning thoughts. He played with the mind gem in his hand to calm his mind, and then glanced at the mechanical head visiting him on the table.
It would certainly be impossible for hunters alone to accomplish such a feat.
There is a lot of water here, and perhaps it is related to the evil Old K.
But he would slowly learn the truth later. Since Q had handed the head to him and it happened to be the monthly meeting, his authority had been greatly reduced after he stepped down as the rotating chairman. If he didn't make a fuss about this matter, it would be a waste of Ciri and Mason's "good intentions".
"This was another sudden incident of a lone-acting maneuver. They knew that if they reported it in advance, I would definitely not allow them to act, so they acted first and reported it later.
Humph, no rules.
But it means that at least in some ways, they and I have common interests..."
Nick Fury snorted, reached out to close the box, picked it up in his hand and walked out of the office. On the way to the meeting place, Old A's brain was still working.
While he was thinking about how to speak in order to maximize his own interests, he couldn't help but touch his neck.
They were able to quietly take out Brainiac.
This means that if he accidentally exposes his whereabouts, and his "overly capable" subordinates have some bad intentions, perhaps the next time it will be his black head that will be sent to the desk of other directors.
Alas, this is the bad thing about being the boss.
It is indeed worrying when subordinates are useless, but it is even more worrying when they are too strong.
Soon, the monthly meeting began. Sitting in his seat, Fury was thinking about things and looking at the people in the meeting room from time to time. He didn't need to pay attention to those small fish and shrimps who came to the meeting representing the powerful world, and only needed to pay attention to the directors with real power.
For example, there was the God Doom who sent his magic clone, there was a time and space entity of the Conqueror Kang, there was the astral projection of the Supreme Professor, and there was the representative of the Conqueror Sequence, the black guy who made everyone uncomfortable.
Old A glanced at the seats in front of him. Not all representatives would attend the meeting, but the fact that the mechanical chair belonging to Brainiac was empty at the moment still made him feel a little moved.
After this month's rotating chairman, the spokesperson for the "Gods" faction, the bald Black Adam from a certain Beyond Grade A world, went through the process and read out a bunch of meaningless official statements, the meeting entered the discussion stage.
At this point, experienced people would leave their tables or take out their pillows to prepare for sleep, because the ensuing argument would be a complete waste of time.
Really important matters will not be discussed here. Among the powerful figures in the Hope Council, there is a smaller council, and that is where real things are discussed.
But at this moment, Old A, who served as the affairs arbitrator, suddenly stood up.
Under the gaze of many people, he walked to the podium carrying the mechanical box, and without saying a word, he took out the contents of the box and placed them on the podium with a bang.
At this moment, the eyes of Doom, the professor, Kang and other powerful figures were all focused on Old A, and the noisy meeting place suddenly became quiet.
It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"The former Hope Councillor, Mr. Brainiac, ignored the law and started an unauthorized privateering not long ago, disregarding the interests of all of us and taking the property that should have belonged to the Council as his own goal.
So, he got the punishment he deserved.”
Old A said expressionlessly:
"I warned him when I was rotating chairman, but he apparently thought we were not powerful enough to curb the 'personal affairs' of a powerful director.
It is a pity that I was unable to complete this matter before I left office, but the judgment that is due will always come.
Director Brainiac was punished for serious violations of the rules, and his seat has become vacant. I propose that we discuss today which force should fill this seat.
In addition, it is my job to monitor the board's illegal activities, so I would like to take this opportunity to remind some of our restless colleagues to stop immediately.
This is the final warning!
I reiterate my philosophy once again. The purpose set when the Council was formed was to collect and properly allocate resources to ensure that we, the survivors, can go further in the dark ages.
The situation is becoming increasingly serious and the signs of division are becoming more and more serious. I hope that this regrettable incident can make everyone realize the situation we are facing.
Okay, that's all I have to say.
Sorry for taking up everyone's time, please continue your discussion."
After saying that, Old A strode out of the venue with a cool attitude as if saying "I'm very busy and don't have time to argue with you guys", leaving behind the mechanical skull that stunned everyone and walked away in a swagger.
When walking out of the venue, Mazefak smiled from the bottom of his heart.
Oh my, how long has it been since I felt so happy? It's really refreshing to be able to point at someone's nose and scold him without daring to talk back and just smile.
Although it is somewhat pathetic, it feels so good to be the fox taking advantage of the tiger's might...
There was even a moment when he felt that his subordinates' independent actions were not a bad thing.
"Fury, do you have time to go fishing with me tonight? Kang No. 257 found a pretty good fish pond in the quantum world. You will definitely like it.
Of course, remember to wear a helmet to prevent the microscopic world from disturbing your mind."
Kang the Conqueror's voice came from behind.
He took the initiative to extend the invitation, which made Old A grin silently.
He knew that this invitation was just the beginning. In the next few days, he would receive more invitations, which would allow him to exchange his power for more benefits.
Tsk, this Old K is indeed a lucky man.
It would be better if he was less aggressive and more loyal. It seems that I have to fully support him in the upcoming invasion war. However, after killing the warlock...
It's time to make some preparations in advance.
