witcher in marvel

Chapter 298 Cruel blood organization

Wife is Hank Pym's obsession, but he is not so easily persuaded.

In other words, he didn't trust Bai Jinglan.

However, Bai Jinglan still got the Pym particle, and the price he paid was a golden apple.

The golden apple of the goddess of spring has the effect of rejuvenating.

Of the five golden apples that Bai Jinglan took from the black market, two of them were given to Stark for experiments to remove the genetic defects of Max and others, and the remaining three were thrown in the dimensional space all the time. Once it worked just fine.

Hank Pym's gray hair turned black, and time went back 20 years from him, allowing him to return to his prime.

At the same time, it also allowed this stubborn scientist to accept the existence of gods and magic.

Then, after Bai Jinglan told him about the next generation Ant-Man Scott Lang, he happily took out three copies of Pym Particles.

The current Scott Lang is still in prison for theft, but with Dr. Pym's ability, it is not difficult to get him out in advance.

Even knowing that you can go deep into the quantum realm and find Janet who is lost in it, it is a very tedious and difficult task to design a quantum channel for safe entry and exit.

Dr. Pim regained his youth, and immediately began research with great interest, leaving Bai Jinglan behind.

Bai Jinglan shook her head speechlessly, without saying goodbye to him, left Pym's old house, and stuffed three copies of Pym's particles into the World Gate.

Immediately, the system issued a reminder: the opening time of the world gate has been shortened by five days again, and it has now been opened every fifteen days.

At the same time, the time flow rate between worlds is adjusted at a ratio of ten to one.

In other words, other worlds spend ten days, while this world only spends one day.

"After twelve o'clock in the morning, the world gate can be opened again..."

Bai Jinglan looked at his watch, it was only half an hour before midnight.

It was exactly fifteen days from the time he came back after the first crossing to midnight.

There are also fifteen days before his scheduled start date.

He is going to go to other worlds to find some students from other worlds.

According to the time ratio of ten to one, fifteen days in this world and 150 days in other worlds should be enough for him to recruit a group of talents.

Of course, we have to wait until the matter with Damon and Anna is finished.

almost!

As long as the Trident of Hell is fused, it is very likely to solve it once and for all.

"I don't know where Henry is..."

Portland is not close to San Francisco. It takes at least twenty or thirty hours to drive back and forth.

At this time, Henry should have entered San Francisco, and even started his return journey.

Bai Jinglan felt it, and couldn't help frowning.

Henry's breath was weakening.

Although the speed is very slow, it is indeed weakening.

This means - he is bleeding!

"what's the situation?"

The talisman he drew on Henry's hand was enough to deal with most devils.

Unless it is the lord of hell who is dealing with Henry, even a high-level demon can't hurt him.

Bai Jinglan pressed her finger between her eyebrows, searched for the specific location of Henry's breath, and then... moved instantly!
half an hour ago.

When Henry returned to his home, he found that the house was in a mess, and then he was detained and tied to a chair.

He is very calm.

Because the person who bound him was not a devil, but a member of the blood organization.

An old woman whose whole family was killed by the devil—Esther, is the leader of the blood organization today.

It was under her instruction that Henry, who was in a detached position, was imprisoned by the organization.

Moreover, their purpose was not only to detain him.

Henry knew what they were looking for, but he couldn't compromise: "Esther, you have to let me do my job."

Esther's face was full of wrinkles, and she looked at this former colleague without a trace of expression: "Guardian, your job is to control the siblings, and you failed!"

Henry couldn't help but said: "Damon and Anna are on our side. You should measure their behavior, not their origin. We don't need to control them at all."

"It's noble."

Esther sneered and dismissed it, "You are too special to work in your family. You must have suffered when they were killed, right? They were killed in this house. If you were there at that time, Can you do something?"

Henry's face sank: "I only do what I should do!"

"What should be done?" Esther's tone turned cold, "A deal with the devil?"

Henry frowned and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Esther stared, and said: "The backer you just found, he just created a demon, don't you tell me that he is not a demon?"

Hearing Esther's words, Henry couldn't help but suddenly said: "Are you referring to Mr. White? He is not a devil, but..."

"To shut up!"

Esther slapped him without hesitation, and blocked Henry's next words, "Do you think we will listen to a traitor's excuse?"

Without waiting for Henry to distinguish, she got up impatiently, pointing to a row of strangely shaped daggers: "Now tell me, which one was found with that little girl?"

Henry knew that he couldn't tell the difference from these lunatics, so he didn't tell the difference at all, and replied without hesitation: "No, I buried that knife, these are rubbish that I can't sell at the auction. "

Esther looked at him for a moment, then showed a cold smile: "It seems that the only thing that comes is hard..."

"Pull off his clothes!"

Esther beckoned to her little brother, picked out a random dagger from the tray containing a bunch of daggers, then walked to Henry's side, and cut the blade towards his chest.

Immediately, blood gushed out.

Henry gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Esther didn't take it seriously, and switched to another dagger, and continued to cut flesh on his chest, while saying calmly: "We can't keep those things in a coma, we need something that can kill them...then Weapons against brothers and sisters can kill them, but you want to dedicate them to the devil!"

Henry's face turned pale from the pain, staring at the old woman in front of him, still silent.

"Looks like today's going to be a long day..."

Esther's smile deepened, and she changed to a dagger and cut slowly, "If one of these belongs to her, I believe your scar will tell us."

One dagger, two daggers, three daggers...

One bloodstain, two bloodstains, three bloodstains...

In an instant, Henry's clothes were all stained red with blood.

Esther handed over the execution of the sentence to her younger brother.

Henry is no longer silent, he needs to use other ways to distract himself.

Therefore, when he saw the younger brother picking up a dagger, he said lightly: "This is definitely not what you are looking for, it is man-made, or a fake, imitated according to the Sumerian dagger in the museum, Looted during the Baghdad invasion in 2003...Unfortunately, this is war, destroying all our cultural history, and innocent lives..."

"Is that how you see the Hellström girls?" Esther couldn't help crying, "Innocents?"

"She shouldn't have to pay for the crimes her father committed."

"Her father made her, and her existence was a mistake!"

"She's not like anything we hunt..."

"I will never understand why you are soft-hearted towards that girl, and even willing to betray us for her!" Esther was very annoyed at Henry's "stubbornness", took another dagger from the plate, and quickly inserted it into the muscles of his chest .

This time, the effect was different.

It was obviously just an ordinary scrap iron knife. After piercing the muscles in Henry's chest, it made a fiery sound.

It seemed that it was not a metal knife, but a red-hot soldering iron.

Esther raised the knife, looked it over, and smiled at him: "It seems that we found it!"

Henry's face was ugly: "Esther, give me this knife, we may solve all the troubles once and for all!"

"Solve all your troubles? Surrender to the devil?"

Esther gritted her teeth, grabbed the knife, and was about to cut him again, but her wrist suddenly went numb.

Immediately afterwards, the knife in her hand flew into the air and landed in another person's hand.

Bai Jinglan stepped out of the void, caught the flying hell blade with his right hand, and threw out a touch of white light energy with his left hand to repair Henry's cut chest. Then he shook his head at the blood tissue lunatics and sighed : "He didn't surrender like the devil, but he chose the right way. On the contrary, you... Hehe, you keep chasing the devil, but in fact, the blood on your hands is not much less than that of the devil."

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(End of this chapter)