[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

As a politician living in America, is he busy with currying favor with voters every day, competing with his colleagues for the favor of the capitalists behind the scenes, and dealing with the annoying media? Or is it better to command an army of hundreds of millions of undead and monopolize a planet to make a living? It's even better to be powerful.

After the head of the Lost Legion, Heinshili, made a promise, it was almost a question that could be reached without thinking.

Not to mention that after becoming an undead, he will have eternal life and powerful power.

As for their compatriots who have no right to choose and the future of human civilization, many people didn't care about it at all from the beginning.

In the worlds that Heinciri invaded, there are even planets that have no resistance at all, and their families descended—because they believe that the undead are a higher level of evolution.

Sure enough, on the second day, some members of Congress advanced the investigation procedure of S.H.I.E.L.D. Although the Avengers turned the tide in this invasion, they were asked to assist in the investigation because of their close relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D.

Prior to this, Natasha once held the undead energy detector made by Cyril, entered the invisible state, and sneaked into the houses of the congressmen who jumped extremely high in this incident, trying to collect their infected souls. Evidence to fight back.

In the end, after a busy round, the female agent who had already seen through the ugliness of people's hearts gained insight again.

None of these MPs were infected and looked completely normal human beings.

Not reconciled, Natasha checked their computers, mobile phones, and mailboxes late at night, and finally copied and took away a piece of evidence that they secretly linked up to assist the invasion of the Lost Legion.

Compared with Dr. Samson, who almost caused disaster, and those half-undead warriors who had fought hard on the streets of New York, these people disgusted Natasha more.

Cyril was not surprised, because he had seen this kind of people too much, even the simple and rough, single-minded orcs had many famous traitors, not to mention humans, a race with a particularly active brain.

He stayed in New York for a while, begging Tony to take the matter into his own hands.

The elf, whose heart was completely inconsistent with his appearance, started to act after carefully understanding the situation.

First, they bought several media groups and newspaper offices with billionaire Stark's money, revealing part of the evidence collected by Natasha, which mainly targeted an old congressman who had been sitting firmly on Capitol Hill for a long time.This scandal of collaborating with the enemy and treason ignited public opinion in an instant, causing one parade after another in New York City, where the wound has not yet healed, causing the old congressman to resign and be imprisoned for investigation.

When several other participating MPs and ministers were having trouble sleeping and eating, Cyril used part of the funds to fund their competitors to take office and attack their past scandals in the media.

When they lost the favor of the benefactor behind them, lost their votes, and were about to lose their jobs, Cyril distributed all the evidence in his hands to them.

Tell them clearly, who is the one who can control their future before the Lost Legion has taken over the earth.

Then, sit at home and wait until they all come to visit.

After going through methods such as building up public opinion, dividing the enemy, and pulling and fighting, these politicians who put their interests first, instead pretended to be their own help.

Things are coming to an end.

It can only be said that in this capitalist society, money is more useful than anything else.

Without money, there is no campaign, without money, there is no media publicity, without money, they are penniless, and there are no votes to bring those politicians to Capitol Hill.

In Cyril's eyes, the Stark Group used to be the largest military-industrial complex in the United States, and his father Howard was one of the founders of SHIELD. If Tony wanted to, he could have become one of the most powerful people in the United States. one.As for the media that scolded him as an arms dealer and a murderer, it was still easy for Stark Enterprises to buy them all and shut them up.

It's just that Tony doesn't want to.

Cyril is also unwilling to waste time on such boring things. He knows that as the offensive of the Lost Legion becomes stronger and stronger, there will only be more and more capitulators and speculators in the human race. When the social order is still in place, it is used to achieve short-term goals.

But fortunately, the final result is quite satisfactory.

The investigation of S.H.I.E.L.D. continued, but the main target was the Hydra undercover lurking in it. Alexander Pierce fled in fear of crime and was on the global wanted list.

The investigation into the Avengers was closed.

At the same time, the proposal for the establishment of a special agency to quickly respond and deal with the global invasion and infection of the power of the undead has also been passed.

The agency was made up of government agents, various superheroes, and Cyril was appointed acting head.

The agency code name is "Bright".

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Cyril returned to her own small room in the metropolis.

He has been too busy recently, and he has no time at all, so he can only ask Clark to transfer the rent and compensation to the landlady, and find a decoration team to repair the mess made by the murderous Murdoch.

Walking out of the portal, Cyril was surprised to find that the room had been completely repaired, the walls were repainted with milky white paint, the surface of the solid wooden table in the dining room was polished smooth, and it smelled carefully but there was no industrial product. The taste, on the contrary, has a faint fragrance of trees.

A simple fabric sofa is placed in the living room, facing the TV set he bought from Lex Group.

Cyril walked to the balcony.

The balcony connected to the bedroom was closed, and a black-haired young man stood there with his head lowered, playing with a pot of brightly colored flowers. The profile of his profile was obviously a standard masculine three-dimensional, but it looked very gentle.

"Clark?" Cyril opened the door, poked his head in, and asked curiously, "Why are you here?"

Clark withdrew his hand, closed the transparent glass cover covering the outside of the flower pot, turned around, and showed Cyril the pot of flowers that were not earth plants at first glance.

"Well, do you like it? I picked it from Alpha Centauri [-]."

Cyril looked at the flowers standing there moving around by themselves - the stamens were rich purple, which gradually faded outwards to clean pure white, the blood-red leaves were slender and graceful, slightly curled up, and they were extremely beautiful, Funny.

It belongs to the aesthetics of elves.

Cyril leaned closer, bent down, put his fingertips on the outer glass cover, his eyes were completely glued.

"I built a small ecosystem for him. The transparent incubator outside will automatically water and fertilize. You just need to get up every morning and take a look at it." The black-haired young man stood by the window, wearing only white The shirt, the cold wind blowing in from the window, he didn't seem to feel the cold at all, smiling like standing in the spring breeze.

"Thank you, Clark," the elf rarely showed a truly happy smile on his face, his eyes sparkled, "I never thought you would do this for me..."

Clark scratched his head: "You don't have to thank me, I'll go to Centaurus soon. If you like the plants there, I can cultivate an ecological exhibition hall for you in the Fortress of Solitude, and open it to you. Most of the plants there are It's too eye-catching and might cause a little trouble if placed on a balcony."

Cyril straightened up, and looked around between the balcony, the bedroom and the living room opposite, and the impetuousness of this period of time was swept away.

I don't know when it started, but this place feels like a real home.

Just when he was about to say something, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Accompanied by the sound of thump, thump, and the voice of the landlady: "Clark, there is big news! Come and see!"

Xi Ruier narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Why did something happen to me as soon as I got back to Metropolis, let's go and have a look."

The elf who was walking in front opened the door, and the landlady saw the two standing next to each other, the expression on her face became a little complicated, she sighed a long time: "You haven't read today's news, have you? "

Clark was a little confused: "Not yet, has something major happened?"

The landlady glanced at Xi Ruier, hesitated to speak.

Cyril was also a little confused: "What's wrong?"

"Superman and the bald Lex Luthor have a baby."

Clark: "???"

Cyril: "???"

Seeing the confused faces of the two, the landlady who had just dropped a nuclear/bomb turned her eyes between the two, waved her hands, and quickly explained: "It's not what you imagined."

Clark seemed to be living in a dream, and his tone was flabbergasted: "What do we imagine... what does it look like?"

The landlady is clearly in the joy of sharing gossip: "It's just Superman having an affair with Lex Luthor!"

Cyril slowly turned her head and looked at Clark.

Clark made a decisive decision: "This is impossible!"

The landlady: "Oh, it's really impossible when you think about it carefully. But the children have grown up so much, and I don't know what to do in the future. Alas, it's so pitiful."

Xi Ruier looked at the landlady slowly again, was silent for a few seconds, and then smiled politely: "Okay, we understand. But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, so I continued to clean the house, Nice to meet you."

Clark: "..."