Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 141 Beast Tamer or Clown

The room suddenly became quiet, as if the two of them could hear each other's heartbeat.

Outside the room, there is a reception hall where glasses are mixed and lights are feasting.

And in the two adjacent rooms, the room above the ceiling, in each room stood two warriors as strong as giant bears.They don't seem to be breathing, their limbs are covered with a layer of bright silver metal, and under the mask are a pair of dead gray eyes that are open - indicating that they are already activated.

This is the biggest trump card of the Malik family - the alien warrior.

Unlike other branches of Hydra, Pierce has a large group of elite agents, Baron Zemo has a group of modified winter soldiers, and Baron Sterak is good at biological transformation work, and he also has some strange abilities.

Only the Malik family is different, they have obtained enough benefits from the teleportation stele.Since the Blackstone Portal was built by the Cree and has similar characteristics to the obelisk, over the years, aliens have been inadvertently attracted to them, and they will be discovered and trapped by the Malik family immediately.Without knowing it, some valuable Inhumans showed their abilities and were brainwashed by Malik and transformed into Hydra warriors.

In other words, apart from Baron Sterak who created Crimson and Quicksilver after getting the scepter, the true strength of the Malik family is second to none among Hydra.

"Yes!" After weighing countless times in his heart, the old Malik finally decided to show his cards, "We got a portal, but it is very unstable. According to our long-term research, its opening time is about two It fluctuates between the three planetary calendars. At first it can only pass through one person, and slowly it can pass through some equipment, weapons and..."

"That's because every time you turn it on, the space coordinates will become more stable." Cows interrupted the old Malik nonchalantly, "It seems that many men may only have three seconds for the first time, but when he gets used to it, The time will be extended accordingly.”

Old Malik was stunned for a long time before he smiled awkwardly: "This metaphor...uh, it's really vivid. Then I understand!"

"You don't need to look at me like that." Cows picked up the wine bottle from the ground next to him, and poured himself a glass of wine. "Yes, no one understands the structure of space better than me!"

Under the gaze of old Malik, the wine glass in the opponent's hand disappeared like a ghost.

The next moment, the wine glass suddenly appeared in his hand, and the old Malik was so frightened that he almost knocked over the wine glass filled with red wine.

"This is the principle of space teleportation, establish a coordinate system, open a space channel, and then...'咻'!"

"Then..." Old Malik turned his attention to the smashed goblin teleporter again, "This is also a teleportation..."

"It's broken!" Kous shrugged, and poured himself another glass of wine, "This thing is a consumable, and it usually takes less than a year or so to rot. Because it is necessary to maintain a stable space It’s not easy, and even the best materials age quickly.”

Old Malik didn't care. After the other party had demonstrated the extraordinary space teleportation ability, the last doubt in his heart had already flown to the sky.He finished the wine in the glass, then dragged a chair over to make a temporary small table, and put the wine bottle on it.

"You just said that you only need to know the coordinates of the other party to establish a stable transmission channel in two places. Now that I have a portal, how can I know the coordinates of the other party?"

"Turn it on!" Cows didn't even lift his eyelids, "Do you still have to ask? Open the portal, then take the instrument to the other end, and send back the coordinate system on that side - the problem is, since you already have The portal, why do you need to get the coordinates on the opposite side? Wouldn’t it be better to make the portal more stable?”

"I don't have such technology!"

Old Malik said seriously, "Let's cooperate, Cows, what do you want? Now you are a seller's market, with absolute technical strength, that is to say, the bargaining power is in your hands, and you can do whatever you want. Make an offer! I will try my best to meet your conditions."

"Well……"

Kous didn't make a sound, just picked up the ooze in the small box and looked at it for a while, then asked, "What's on the other side of the portal?"

"An abandoned planet, maybe there used to be living creatures, but there must be none now!" Old Malik replied without hesitation, "I need an exile on that planet, other than that, I don't have any other requirements. "

"What's the situation of that exile? Being able to survive on an abandoned planet, needless to say, must be a supernatural creature. There are great risks in this transaction."

"Yes, that is a god with special abilities. We need him to..."

"To promote and consolidate your rule?" Cous frowned and interrupted the old Malik, "If you need a supernatural creature as your means of rule, then why not rule him?"

"Strength! All governance must have corresponding strength, otherwise where is your right to speak? Who will maintain this right to speak?"

"If you need an Exile to secure your voice, why doesn't the Exile do it himself?"

"He is not human! Even if he wants to rule mankind, he..."

"That's not the point—the question is, what's your role? Beast tamer in a circus? Or... clown in the palace for the fun of the king and the nobles?"

Old Malik stopped suddenly.

He leaned his whole body on the back of the chair, his eyes fell from the ceiling to the wall, and then looked out of the window.

Beastmaster?Or a clown?

Over the years, he has inherited the family inheritance and kept this biggest secret from generation to generation. Although he has gained a lot of benefits from it, the manpower and material resources he has consumed are unprecedentedly huge.The purpose is to welcome back the hive one day, and use the special ability of the hive to rule the world...

But as Cows said, the hive can do everything by itself, so why do you need the Malik family?Even at the beginning, the power of the family is needed to provide a steady stream of food and parasitic objects, but what about after that?

And after that?
The hive can completely kick itself away and choose a new agent—even he doesn't even need an agent, the humans that the parasites live on are enough to make him spread layer by layer like a virus.In the end, is there any meaning for human existence?It's nothing more than a bunch of parasitic shells left.

"No, you're wrong, Cous!"

Old Malik suddenly regained his composure. He picked up the wine bottle and filled his glass, then raised his glass and signaled to Cous, "I'm not interested in either animal trainers or clowns."

"Huh?" Kous, who had already been prepared, was a little surprised. He raised his head and looked at the gray-haired old gentleman. "What? Do you want to give up the idea of ​​becoming the king of the world?"

"Why? The earth is too small to accommodate people like you!" Old Malik said with a smile, "but it is more than enough to accommodate Malik."

"No, don't look at me like that, I'm not talking about Gideon Malik, I'm talking about Stephanie Malik!"

"What do you think of this proposal? My son-in-law!"

"I don't think so..." Cows' expression suddenly froze, "I'm sorry, I may have been distracted just now, Mr. Malik, the last phrase you just said was..."

"Son-in-law!" Old Malik was very satisfied with the shocked look on the other side, and instead he took a sip of red wine relaxedly, "Oh, if your English is not very good, I can change it to -daughter's -husband!"

(End of this chapter)