A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

With Sargeras personally completing all the high-level officials including Kil'jaeden, the Burning Legion, which once swept across the real universe with a fierce reputation, finally became history.

Similarly, the knowledge, technology, and star maps stored in the Titan Pantheon also became Zuo Si's property.

The most important thing is that from now on, the star soul of Azeroth is completely safe, and no force can pose any threat to it.

Are you kidding!

There are two powerful Titans watching on the side. No matter whether it is the Shadow Realm or the sealed Old Gods, anyone who dares to jump out will be ruthlessly punished.

In addition, on the planet Argus, there are a large number of devil Astartes and their huge cannon fodder army made of scorching oil, demon corpses, and Burning Legion technology creations. Even the entire planet has been completed into a huge activated war fortress.

In front of such a terrifying lineup, if they don't take the initiative to invade other forces, the other party will be grateful. How could anyone take the initiative to seek death?

You should know that Azeroth was invaded every now and then before, and the root cause was that there was no backing before it was discovered.

So the Void Lords sent several Old Gods to corrupt it unscrupulously.

Later, when the Titan Pantheon arrived, the Old Gods died or were disabled, and the rest who survived by chance were completely sealed.

For a long time, no other forces dared to reach out to this planet that nurtured the star soul.

It was not until Sargeras raised the Titan Pantheon that the Burning Legion began to plan to invade Azeroth again, intending to turn it into the second Argus.

The Jailer Zorval also waited until Sargeras was sealed and the Burning Legion fell into civil strife because of the lack of a leader before taking action.

In other words, all these invaders have a very distinctive feature.

That is, they will only cause trouble when Azeroth is most vulnerable and there is no other external force to protect or spy on it.

So the tragic experience of "Aijiang" is equivalent to telling everyone that it is really not good to be out there without a reliable backing before growing up.

Fortunately, Zuo Si has become her backer now, and even arranged two gate gods and a group of thugs.

Whether it is holy light, life, death or shadow, any force that wants to influence the Azeroth star soul needs to consider whether it can withstand the endless army of New Phyrexia and the power of the oil that can infect everything.

Not to mention the most powerful Eldrazi Titan, Emrakul, who enjoys a feast in the shadow void.

Zuo Si now has too many trump cards to use, so he is not worried about what kind of storm this universe can stir up in his hands.

In other words, from the moment the Burning Legion and Sargeras were defeated, this place has been his property.

…

At the same time, in the huge cyberpunk city far away on the ninth level of Baator Hell, the souls that are constantly transported back are injecting unprecedented vitality into this place.

Countless people got rich because of this, and an equal number of people lost everything, even the souls of themselves, their families and their descendants, and were even caught by the debt-collecting devils and bred like pigs and stallions, and then the number of bloodlines was expanded to ensure that the huge debt of astronomical figures could be repaid.

Just as Zuo Si's idea of ​​creating this place was, there will always be a part of the people in the city who live a life of extravagance like an emperor, and there will always be a part of the people who continue to fall into the bottomless darkness.

The alternation of the two forms a unique and subtle cycle.

There is never a lack of people from the upper plane who promote kindness, and the law allows them to do so, and even establish their own communities and groups to participate in politics.

But the interesting thing is that the ubiquitous temptation and the coercion of the overall social environment have caused all these people in the good camp to either become corrupt themselves or simply give up their original ideals and choose to escape.

Because this huge cyberpunk city is like a devil's cave, constantly devouring kind souls and turning them into insidious, cunning, and profit-seeking devils.

Even many gods and celestial beings in the good camp began to doubt whether the desires and instincts of mortals really hide some kind of fundamental evil.

Otherwise, why in this huge city that seems to have no obvious rules that tend to be evil, almost everyone is sliding towards evil, even those pure and flawless angels are no exception.

However, these good gods and celestial beings do not know that mortals who enter the ninth level of Baator Hell will soon be assimilated into the social environment and enjoy it.

They don't need any salvation at all, they just want to immerse themselves in various excitement and happiness, no matter what painful price they have to pay for it in the future.

It is precisely this mentality that leads them to have an indescribable strong desire for money and wealth, even above everything else.

After all, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want in this huge city full of paper and gold, and even get the title of devil nobles and corresponding power by spending money to participate in elections to gain power.

This kind of rapid class transition channel from the bottom to the top cannot be provided anywhere else.

It doesn't matter where you come from or what race you are in. As long as you have enough ability, ambition and wealth, you can make waves here and turn the tide.

Even if you die, you can die more spectacularly than in other places.

Therefore, anyone who lives here for a long time will have a mentality that "this is their own stage".

They are eager to show themselves on the stage, to be respected and even to win applause.

The most typical example is the bounty event that has swept across half of the city in recent times.

More than tens of thousands of bounty hunters, mercenaries, adventurers and gang members have fought for this. Almost every day, all kinds of incomplete corpses can be seen in dark alleys. It has even gradually evolved into a secret underground war, and even the underworld forces have joined in to get a piece of the pie.

You must know that with the continuous expansion of the huge cyberpunk city, the forces of all sizes inside it have long been countless. The complex relationship between them, whether subordinate, hostile, cooperative or allied, can give the devils who are best at this a headache.

In addition, there are a series of deadly labels such as collusion between officials and businessmen, political donations, consortium monopoly, bureaucracy, etc.

Picking a few of them at random will cause violent conflicts in human society, and even lead to civil unrest, revolution and war.

But the interesting thing is that these things that are DeBuffs for normal society are integrated together and work quite well.

Facts have proved that social contradictions are a bit like raising poison. Maybe three or five or seven or eight of them stacked together will be fatal, but once the number exceeds a certain critical point, it can stabilize in a strange and weird way, just like the code written by some programmers, which basically depends on all kinds of weird bugs to run normally.

At this moment, as the initiator of the melee, the financial expert from Marvel Universe Earth, Kaboer, is sitting in a pipeline bar located more than 200 meters above the ground, watching the news program played by the 3D projector while drinking a drink made of unknown things, with a face full of tension and fear.

Because he never dreamed that he would cause such a terrible storm.

Now he is like a child walking in the downtown area holding a gold brick, and he has no choice where to go next.

Especially the fights that broke out for him, and the bloody scenes that were imprinted in his mind like nightmares, all made this man begin to feel deep regret and annoyance for the first time.

He hated why he was obsessed with the Wall Street operation of "the bold will die of overeating and the timid will die of starvation" to the hell of Baator, and how dare he secretly increase the leverage to such a high level without telling anyone.

Now not only the black and white worlds have put up a high reward, but also the human alliance on Earth is chasing him like crazy.

It can be said that Kaboer is now a street rat that everyone shouts and beats. Anyone who dares to show up in any public place will definitely cause fighting, bloodshed and death, just like suffering a terrible curse.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the underground pipeline bar he is in now is not a legal business place, but a secret place that does not have any photos, let alone appearing on navigation and maps, which provides a relatively safe haven for those wealthy and powerful VIP customers.

"Hey! Man! Are you still worried about the guys chasing you?"

A female halfling thief with a rather abstract punk hairstyle jumped onto a chair at the bar, chewing a piece of gum containing psychostimulants in her mouth.

Due to magic and divine arts that can reduce or even eliminate side effects, taking drugs is quite common in the ninth layer of Baator Hell.

Especially this kind of chewing gum that can increase nerve reflex speed and sensitivity after taking it, many people can't stop after trying it once.

Because it can not only greatly increase combat effectiveness, but also keep people's senses and mental state in an extremely excited state.

Whether it is alcohol, tobacco, drugs, or doing some physical and mental exercises with the opposite sex or the same sex that are beneficial to physical and mental health, you can get unimaginable extreme pleasure.

So more than half of the people in this bar alone are chewing constantly.

Kabol responded with a wry smile: "Shouldn't I be worried? You know, they are the Avengers, the most powerful superhero group in my world. Once they show up and join the hunt for me, it means that the Human Union is extremely angry about the mistakes I made."

"Avengers? Hahaha! What the hell is that? The name of a band?"

Another half-orc tiefling grinned and laughed nakedly.

The human warrior sitting next to him said with disdain: "I think they are more like some rookies who just debuted and are eager to make a name for themselves. Don't worry, with their style of doing things and their poor understanding of the city, it won't be long before they fall in the deserted alleys and become a corpse or be sold into slavery."

"No, no, no, you don't understand, the Avengers are a group of guys with extraordinary combat power and even superpowers. Among them are not only super soldiers, but also gods and monsters!"

Kabol tried to show these hometown superhero group how powerful it is.

After all, compared to those vicious people who wanted to remove some "parts" from him at any time, or tried to chop off his head and put it into a portable life support system, these guys who should be bounty hunters and mercenaries were relatively easy to get along with.

At least the latter would not beat, abuse, and torture him for fun for no reason.

But unfortunately, no one at the scene took his words seriously.

The reason was also very simple.

As a node connecting countless time and space and planes, the residents of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth floor of Baator Hell have seen too many bizarre things.

Are you kidding!

According to human standards, about half of the pedestrians on the street can be classified as monsters.

For example, the mind flayers that feed on the brains of intelligent creatures, and the giant dragons that flew low in the sky with flying licenses obtained at the city hall, or the mentally ill and crazy beholders, and the overwhelming number of local natives - devils.

As for the gods...

On just one street near the city center, there are more than a thousand gods of all sizes living.

Among them, there are powerful gods like Waukeen, the goddess of wealth in Faerun, and there are also unknown demigods or weak gods from a low-magic plane. Occasionally, you can see Tiamat, the evil dragon god who lives on the first level, visiting.

So Kabol's concerns were regarded by the people in the bar as a manifestation of the lack of vision of "primary material plane guys".

Similar things happen every day in this city.

After all, a legendary or even high-level professional is already a ceiling-level combat power in most prime material planes.

But here, at best, you can only be a senior consultant or gang leader.

Climbing up is a contest between various bigwigs, voters, and even gods and quasi-gods.

In order to maintain the automatic operation of this city, Zuo Si set up many interesting rules.

One of them is that anyone who successfully runs for mayor can obtain a part of the lord's authority granted by him, and can show combat power comparable to that of a medium-level god in the huge cyberpunk city.

In the same way, people like the police chief and senior members of the municipal council will also receive temporary quasi-god blessings.

At the beginning, due to the small amount of soul energy reserves, their overall strength was not too outrageous.

But as Zuo Si's hand reached out to the entire multiverse, sucking the souls of mortals from thousands of time and space, it has now rolled and expanded to an unimaginable degree.

So if anyone dares to make trouble here, even if a god system is dispatched, it is possible that the whole army will be wiped out in minutes.

Seeing that no one cared about his reminder at all, Kaboer smiled helplessly, and while laughing, he raised his head and gulped down the drinks that he didn't know what to mix.

You know, when he was calling the shots on Wall Street before, he would not touch these things of unknown origin that might cause permanent damage to the body or even the brain.

But now, he lives one day at a time and enjoys one minute at a time.

Anyway, the money he prepared for his escape had long been robbed, and it is now like a valuable commodity that is repeatedly changing hands between different forces.

Don't think that you can still sit here and drink and chat now, maybe a fierce battle will break out in the next second.

However, Kabol, the culprit who caused all this, did not know what kind of disaster his actions had brought to the Earth where he was.

At this moment, at the Human Union headquarters on Earth, the devil salesman Alves was holding a debt bill that was 30 meters long, politely and smilingly asking for the debt from the other party.

He couldn't believe that the task assigned to him by the Lord was completed in such a dramatic and black humorous way not long after.

That's a full 1.5 billion souls!

The commission alone was enough to promote himself to a powerful Hell Refiner and get a relatively high position in the complex and huge financial system of the ninth level of Baator Hell.

So for him, these mortals were simply great benefactors and benefactors, how could they have a bad attitude.

In contrast, the five representatives sitting opposite the negotiation table were soaked in sweat at this moment, and some of them even trembled slightly when they took off their glasses.

Although the Human Union had received the report several days ago and prepared a series of emergency response measures.

But when he saw this bill, he couldn't help but lose control of his emotions.

Especially the old white man sitting on the far right, his eyes were not only full of terrifying bloodshot, but his hands were clenched into fists as if he would smash the table in the next second.

Because he was the one who insisted on putting Kaboer into the team.

The purpose was also very simple, that is, to use this guy's operation on Wall Street to get more funds, so that the United States can earn more soul currency from it to buy more and more advanced magic and science and technology.

In fact, Kaboer had always done a good job before.

At one time, the number in the US account was nearly double that of the other four powers.

But the problem is that all this money came from terrible speculation.

Anyone with a little financial knowledge knows that without sufficient capital and inside information, the speculation carried out by the "leeks" is basically the same as gambling.

No!

It should be said that the probability of winning money is far less than gambling.

Because if there is no cheating, there is at least a 50% chance of winning when betting on size, but it is good for financial securities if 1% of people can make money when leaving the market.

Otherwise, where do the terrifying profits of those financial companies that far exceed those of the physical manufacturing industry come from every year?

So the reason why Kaboer was able to make money in the past was that on the one hand, his operation was indeed quite good, and on the other hand, the devils deliberately set up a pig-killing scheme to attract him and other daring speculators.

But no one expected that this guy would dare to play so big after several successes, and it could even be regarded as a direct all-in.

Silence!

Terrible silence!

As the top leaders of the Human Union, everyone present knew what 1.5 billion meant to the earth and mankind today.

The British representative, who has always been a man of no character, has even set his sights on a populous South Asian country on the map, intending to directly sacrifice this rich former colony to fill the hole.

After all, they are professional in the aspect of dying for friends rather than for the poor, and they have accumulated rich experience more than two hundred years ago.

Moreover, in the eyes of the noble white lord Ansa, can these South Asian goblins be considered human beings?

As good neighbors, good allies, and happy enemies who have loved and killed each other for hundreds of years, the Gallic rooster representative next to them obviously noticed the other party's intention and tried to probe with a polar voice: "You don't want to..."

"Shh-don't say it, I'm doing this for everyone's sake. After all, where else can you find 1.5 billion people except the South Asian subcontinent?"

"Damn it! You're simply crazy! That's a full billion people, how are you going to kill them all at once? Nuclear weapons? Energy weapons? Chemical weapons?"

"NO! NO! NO! That will cause unnecessary tension and worry in other countries around the world, and it will also put too much moral and public pressure on us. In fact, based on a technology purchased not long ago, our scientists have developed a genetic weapon. It can target a certain race with specific gene expressions. Just put a little bit of it in the clouds, and then create an artificial rainfall, and you can instantly complete the efficient slaughter. And the dead will not feel any pain, very, very, very humane."

As this sentence came out, the other three representatives all showed stunned expressions, as if saying "Fuck! You dare to do this kind of thing?"

Although in terms of being a bad person, Dai Ying has always left other competitors far behind, and his bottom line is simply unfathomable.

In the colonial era, all kinds of cruel things, even now, can make the little mustache who is called "devil" sigh that he was too kind back then.

But such a one-time disappearance of a country or even a race is still a bit too low for human morality.

Especially when the word "humanity" comes out of the mouth of this well-dressed, elegant, gentlemanly guy, it is really chilling.

So much so that the three representatives couldn't tell who was the devil between him and Alves.

The somewhat overwhelmed representative of the bald eagle pondered for a moment and cautiously tried: "I think this idea is good, what do you think?"

This sentence instantly silenced the other three representatives.

Some people even kept sweeping back and forth between the conjugated father and son, as if they wanted to figure out to what extent they could lower the moral bottom line of mankind.

"I object! There is no impenetrable wall in the world. No matter how secretive such things are, they will eventually be exposed to the public. Those who vote in favor will be completely nailed to the pillar of shame in history and become sinners of all mankind."

"I object as well. How will other countries view the Human Rights League with this approach? How can they believe that we will lead mankind to a better future?"

With two opposing votes, the closed-door meeting showed a delicate situation of 2 to 2, and the pressure immediately came to the last representative who had not yet made a choice.

Because the vote in his hand will determine the life and death of a country and its surrounding areas. 1.5 billion people, determine the future of the Human Rights League and even mankind.

If it were anyone with a slightly worse mental quality, he would have been so nervous that he would have wet his pants at this moment.

Of course, he was not much better at the moment. The shirt under his suit had been completely soaked, and his head, neck, and cheeks were all sweaty. He wanted to open his mouth to say something several times, but swallowed it back when he was about to say it.

For a moment, national interests, morality, emotions, and responsibilities kept fighting in his mind, as if his personality was torn into countless small pieces that were constantly fighting for dominance in his mind.

"My dear friend, what are you still hesitating about?

In addition to making sacrifices, do we have any other way to pay for these 1.5 billion souls?

So relax, this is not your fault, but the fault of the traitor.

Moreover, someone in this world always has to make sacrifices, you just made the right choice at a particular time and place.

Not only will you not become a sinner, but you will be a hero who saves the earth and saves mankind."

Dai Ying's representative persuaded this good neighbor in a patient and persuasive manner.

He obviously knew that the Gauls wanted to be a whore and wanted to build a memorial archway, and understood that if he wanted to drag them into the water, he first needed to give them a step that looked high-end and could be generally accepted.

Otherwise, the other side would not have exported ideology and values ​​under the banner of freedom and democracy after the end of World War II, while continuing to ruthlessly colonize and plunder the vast areas of Africa, and even killed many excellent leaders who had the hope of leading black people out of poverty and hunger, and supported some greedy, corrupt, bloodthirsty, and cruel tyrants to come to power.

Watching this group of mortals calculating each other, scheming against each other, and fully displaying the ugliness of human nature, the devil Alves was very excited in his heart.

It's so fucking wonderful!

Although it is slightly lacking in language art and means, it is fortunately a true expression of feelings, which is many times better than the so-called "powerful" garbage TV series and movies in the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell.

And he also thinks that the soul with the British representative should be marked as a key point.

If nothing unexpected happens, "talents" of this level can immediately become qualified or even excellent devil subordinates with a little training.

"I... I abstain."

After struggling for a long time, the representative who was under great pressure finally collapsed and made his own choice with a weak and tired voice.

"Damn it! How can you escape the responsibility given by history?"

"What a coward! I knew that the Gauls were useless except for being frivolous and slow! The decision to bring you in was the biggest mistake. Because you don't deserve it at all!"

Seeing that the other party was not fooled, the father and son immediately tore off their disguises and began to curse and humiliate nakedly.

Because according to their thinking, as long as this representative casts a crucial vote, most of the pressure from public opinion will be transferred to him.

After all, when voting to decide something, ignorant people often pay attention not to who voted for or against first, but to the person who cast the decisive vote in the end.

At that time, if they manipulate the media and public opinion a little bit, the Gallic chicken will become the focus of attention and even criticism from all over the world.

It's a pity that they are not fools and don't take the blame at all.

So the negotiations were deadlocked for a while.

What's worse is that they dare not delay endlessly.

Because the sky-high debt is growing every day, every hour, every minute, and every second.

Seeing this situation, Alves, who had been watching the good show for a long time, suddenly coughed hard and suggested with a smile: "Everyone, since you can't come up with a good debt repayment plan for the time being, why don't you listen to my professional advice?"

"Please speak, we are listening."

The representatives quickly changed their faces. They were arguing and insulting each other in the last second, and they united under the banner of the People's Union in the next second.

There is no way, who made them like fish on the chopping board to be slaughtered.

If they don't unite a little more, they will be swallowed up and become a miserable colony.

With the devil's endless desire for souls, they might just treat humans as pigs in a pen.

"My proposal is very simple.

Since you can't come up with 1.5 billion souls at once, why don't you try to change your thinking?

For example, ignore the debt for the time being and postpone it temporarily through financing.

Then continue to borrow money to clone people or use artificial womb systems to reproduce and grow themselves, or even organize them to start wars to plunder the souls of other aliens.

By then, you can not only obtain more land, population and resources, but also be highly bound to the financial interests of hell through debt and interest.

In this way, we will gradually form a community of interests.

Even if you encounter any difficulties at that time, I will do my best to help.

After all, no one will really watch a goose that lays golden eggs die, right?"

When saying this, Alves' eyes revealed unparalleled sincerity, as if he was not a deadly debt collector at all, but a friend and reliable ally who put himself in the shoes of the earthlings.

"You mean... let us send warships and troops to plunder and colonize other planets where civilizations have already been born, just like in the Age of Discovery?"

The British representative immediately understood the meaning.

As the most important participant in the Age of Exploration and the country that maintained the longest maritime hegemony, they have begun to emerge in this field since the 16th century.

The famous King Henry VIII personally founded the later famous "Royal Navy" and spent huge sums of money to build fast and flexible new warships, train officers and skilled sailors, laying a key foundation from zero to one for Elizabeth I to defeat the Spanish Invincible Armada.

So if you want to find an expert in plunder, colonization and finance from all the representatives present, he is definitely worthy of it.

Alves smiled and nodded: "That's right.

First of all, you have to update your cognition.

That is, with the current technology and strength of the earth, it may not be comparable to the hegemons such as the Kree Empire and the Shi'ar Empire in this universe, but it is no longer at the bottom of the food chain.

So you already have the most basic ability to colonize and expand.

Artificial intelligence, cloning, and artificial womb ripening technology can solve the problem of insufficient population.

All you have to do is to exaggerate the threat a little, change society's perception of ethics and morality through propaganda, and finally allow these technologies to be used in the military field through laws.

In this way, you can get rid of the restrictions brought by population and expand wildly.

After all, whether it is clones or accelerated humans, they are essentially human beings with independent personalities and souls.

It's just that they have experienced too little, so the value of their souls is far less than that of a normal person who grows up, grows old, gets sick and dies.

But if they live long enough, they can still become a good soul currency.

At the same time, the souls of aliens killed in the war can also be used to repay debts.

I can't think of any reason to refuse such a good thing that kills two birds with one stone.

Compared with directly destroying a country with a population of more than one billion, the moral and public opinion pressure it bears is almost negligible.

Most importantly, you can also incite public sentiment through the previous invasion of the Chitauri and the Dark Elves, and shape a human supremacist ideology to transfer the violent internal contradictions brought about by the explosion of technology.

As far as I know, you don't need anyone to teach you in this regard, right? "

As the last word came out, the devil Alves took out a book called "My Struggle" from his pocket and gently placed it in front of the five representatives, with a half-smile on his face.

Because he could already imagine what would happen next.

The humans on this planet will soon stage the scene of the world war, inciting hatred to make the people hate aliens, and even killing them without any psychological burden and plundering their property as a legitimate behavior.

And once they taste the sweetness, everyone from top to bottom will fall into an inexplicable fanaticism, and eventually permanently change all aspects of their thoughts, social ideology, etc.

"At this point, we seem to have no other choice."

A representative sighed helplessly.

"Yes, even if there is an abyss ahead, we have to jump in. "

"Show us the new agreement."

"Star map! If we are going to expand colonially, we first need a more detailed and complete star map."

"Leave the work of justifying the reasons for the war to us. We are the most professional in this regard. ”

…

With just a few words, the fate of the earth and the future of mankind were finalized in a secret meeting unknown to outsiders.

A certain South Asian country that felt good about itself did not even realize that it had just walked through the gates of hell a few minutes ago and was almost set up by two "good people".

Its leader was currently waving his arms and making an impassioned speech on the podium of the People's United Nations General Assembly, trying to get more representatives of other countries to support him in joining the core circle by showing "population" and "strength".

Because these elite-educated senior officials knew very well that due to the fact that their industrial level was too poor, they had not been able to What share did they get in the last international division of labor?

If this continues, as the gap in technology and industrial capabilities continues to widen, their influence and status will sooner or later decline to a level that is unbearable to watch.

So if they can't take advantage of the last chance to fight, they will really have to rely on selling people to survive in the future.

Of course, these power games and messy things have nothing to do with ordinary people.

After all, they have neither the qualifications to participate nor the channels to obtain first-hand information. Everything they see and hear on the Internet is the product of countless versions of processing, and some have long been distorted to the point of being completely opposite to the original truth.

Whether it is angry Whether they oppose or happily support, ordinary people are ultimately puppets controlled by the hegemony of public opinion.

As for the so-called "independent thinking", how can it be said when you don't even know whether the information you get is true or false?

You should know that when people make judgments, the most important basis is the information they can get around this matter and the logical reasoning around the information.

However, the representatives who were discussing the new contract with Alves did not know that Alexander Pierce, the leader of Hydra, had used his power to find out what happened and was now sitting in his home giving a pre-war mobilization speech to his men.

Yes, you read that right.

This old guy finally couldn't sit still and beat Consider using this opportunity to let Hydra rule the world and become the only legitimate regime on Earth.

After all, the Human Union made such a huge mistake, once exposed, it will definitely arouse the anger and dissatisfaction of people all over the world.

The most important thing is that the Avengers are now sent to the ninth level of Baator Hell to capture traitors, and he has obtained a guarantee from the devil representative stationed here not to interfere in human internal affairs.

If we don’t take action now, when will we do it?

As the saying goes, one minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage.

Since Hydra completed its rebirth inside SHIELD, they have been lurking for more than half a century. It can even be said that SHIELD is part of Hydra.

"Everyone, I won’t say any more nonsense.

You just need to remember one thing.

The future of mankind and the fate of the earth are in our hands.

The current Human Union is full of stupid, greedy and selfish insects.

How can we do politics well and open the era of the sea of ​​stars with them?

Only we can abandon the ubiquitous internal friction and concentrate all power to make mankind great again.

To this end, no matter how great the sacrifices and costs are, they are acceptable.

Take action now and let the people of the world see the ugliness of these dirty politicians and the cruel soul transactions hidden behind them. "

When Alexander Pierce gave the order, the images and sounds in the conference room that Hydra had just captured with magic were directly uploaded to the public Internet and spread rapidly in a viral decentralized manner.

In less than three or five minutes, this carefully edited short video of less than ten minutes was pushed to every electronic device, even including some large electronic screen billboards.

As for the effect, of course it was quite explosive.

In some streets with more traffic, pedestrians gathered together to form a mighty team in less than half a minute after watching.

Shock!

Fear!

Angry!

Although at the beginning they just gathered together to express their opinions and scolded the government and officials for being inhuman.

But soon this emotion spread rapidly and evolved into a mighty parade and even riots.

What's more terrifying is that many police officers who were originally responsible for maintaining order also took off their police uniforms angrily and joined in after figuring out what was happening.

The advanced weapons and power armor that the government had equipped them with before suddenly became a huge trouble...