Your Majesty rule the universe

In the dimly lit alley, the trash cans were dumped on the ground, and the smelly garbage was scattered all over the floor.

The wild cat stepped on the sewage flowing in the cracks of the bricks, its vertical pupils gleamed coldly under the flickering old street lamps, and watched the human transactions not far away.

The man's muscular body is hidden under the plain clothes, only his hand stretched out to the homeless man in front of him, and his identity can be seen through the thick calloused tiger's mouth.

The homeless man took the money from the man happily, counted them one by one with his saliva on them, and then counted them upside down again. Then he was satisfied and tore off the messy old clothes on the left and right, carefully Keep your money close to you.

But when he took another small note from the man, the homeless man suddenly hesitated.

He rubbed his eyes with greasy dirty hands, and after seeing the contents of the small note, a trace of anger flashed across his slovenly face that hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

But because the man has been staring at him indifferently, the homeless man who cherishes his life just asked cautiously, "Can we not accept this mission? Oh no, no, please don't get me wrong! I'm not saying to refuse, just , I and everyone in our tent camp have already got a lot, which is enough for food in the last few weeks. If there is more, I am afraid that other guys will take it away."

The man withdrew his hand coldly, put the note back into his pocket, and raised his chin at the homeless man, "Then get lost."

The homeless man responded several times, bowed humblely to the man several times, turned around and walked quickly out of the alley with his hunched body.

It wasn't until he walked out of the alley and into the moonlit alley that the homeless man heaved a sigh of relief, curled his lips disdainfully and angrily, and muttered in a low voice, "What the hell. Bah! I'm poor, but Mr. Stark is a poor man." Good man, they treated my wounds and bought me food. Let me speak ill of Mr. Stark? I won't."

I looked around and saw that no one was following me. The homeless man's heart sank into his chest, and he happily walked towards the homeless people's gathering place, where there were still everyone waiting for him to go back with money.

"Go back and brag with them, hey! That man is not easy to mess with, and I can go back unscathed..."

"boom--!"

A plume of smoke drifted from the muzzle of the gun.

The homeless man fell heavily to the ground.

Blood gushed out from the chest that had been pierced open by the large-caliber machine gun, staining the banknotes carried by the homeless man red.

The man put away his gun and walked forward.

As he stepped over the pool of blood, the man gave a contemptuous expression "Stupid garbage."

The wild cat pads its feet and runs away quickly when the man looks over vigilantly.

However, the man didn't know that besides the wild cat, there were other people who witnessed the whole process.

Under the moonlight, those light golden eyes were shining brightly.

Ying Zheng stood on a high place, watching everything that happened in the alley with downcast eyes coldly.

After confirming that no one was following him, the man stepped over the lying homeless man and walked in the other direction.

Tai Ah couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty, do I need to stop that man?"

"No need." Ying Zheng looked at the direction the man turned, and after looking up to confirm the buildings over there, he had a rough guess in his mind.

"How do worker ants know where the queen is if they don't return to the nest?"

"Then this..." Tai Ah looked at the homeless man who was convulsed in a pool of blood on the ground, "Your Majesty, he still has breath, do you need me to rescue him?"

"There's no need for that."

Tai Aben thought that his little majesty would be more lenient, so he raised this question.But to his surprise, Ying Zheng directly rejected the question.

The young man leaped down from the high terrace lightly and landed firmly on the ground.

In the view of the homeless man who was stuck on the ground, a pair of small leather shoes with exquisite workmanship, like the ones he had seen in the window of the handmade tailor street, walked towards him steadily.

The homeless man struggled and raised his head slightly to look upwards, exhaled a little breath from his throat, "Help, save me, please..."

The tall and straight young man looked down at the homeless man, there was no disdain in those light golden eyes, but no sympathy either.

"Using money to do things, both money and goods. Since you are making money at gunpoint, it is not surprising that you are really killed. When you know what to do for money, you should have the will The consciousness of being killed is right. You are not some ignorant child, nor are you an innocent passerby who is unarmed and affected."

Ying Zheng put his hands in the side pockets of his suit trousers, bent slightly and looked at the homeless man, "I heard what you said just now, Tony Stark helped you? Even if you just rejected the next mission, But, you still got the money from the last mission, didn't you?"

"What was the last mission for those people?" The teenager sneered. "Oh, yes, it was to spread the truth about the so-called alien invasion to everyone you met, right? 'Tony Stark's bastard son colluded with aliens' The news is sensational, isn't it?"

"Repay kindness with grievances, do something you shouldn't do, and still think about asking me to save you?"

The young man straightened up slowly, "If you really have a conscience, you should refuse the deal before you tell those lies for the first time, and stick to your defense - no matter what the reason is, Tony, who has helped so many people, no Should be so vilified by those who have been helped."

The man's shot pierced the homeless man's lungs. He stared blankly at the young man who was as noble as a god under the moonlight, feeling the coldness caused by the loss of blood and the suffocation caused by the gradual inability to breathe.

In a trance, the homeless man suddenly realized that this was an angel sent by God to question him about his sins.

Just when Ying Zheng was about to turn around and leave, the homeless man suddenly stretched out his bloody hand and grabbed Ying Zheng's ankle.

"Your Majesty!" Tai Ah's eyes froze, and the golden light in his hand had faintly condensed into the shape of a sword.

However, Ying Zheng raised his hand to stop him.

Feeling only kindness from the homeless man, Ying Zheng turned sideways and looked down at him.

"I... I did something wrong, I know, I know I shouldn't treat Mr. Stark like that. But I can't, I can't... I want to eat, and I want to try to get rid of my status as a homeless man. a house to live in."

The lack of oxygen caused by the inability to breathe made the homeless man's eyes black for a while, but he still panted heavily and insisted on saying in a breathy voice, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. God, I can't go up Sinners in heaven, but there is one more thing that can redeem my sins—I have kept the recordings of the entire process of talking with those people.”

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, turned around, and finally gave the tramp a straight look.

The homeless man squeezed out a smile, "Don't look at me now. I used to have a serious job as a reporter. It's a pity that I'm a fool and I don't want to do those dirty jobs... Recording and video recording, I both, both Put it in one place, let me tell you..."

Ying Zheng listened quietly to the homeless man's intermittent confession, being the only one who listened to the sinful man's confession before death.

"...God, please forgive my sins, please bless Mr. Stark, and bless all the good people in this world."

Finally telling the secret hidden in his heart that no one knew, the homeless man breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down in the pool of blood that had lost temperature, feeling the last passing of life.

"If there is a soul, God, next time, don't let me be born in this country..."

The hand that grabbed the boy's ankle was completely released and fell to the ground.

Ying Zheng silently looked at the face of the homeless man with his messy hair and beard. After a while, he opened his legs and walked towards the direction where the man had disappeared.

"Your Majesty?" Tai Ah worriedly strode up with long legs.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Tai Ah's eyes fell on the young man's slender ankle.

The tailored trousers fit Ying Zheng's straight and slender legs, but at the moment the trousers were pinched and wrinkled, with bloody handprints on them.

From Tai Ah's point of view, this really wronged His Majesty.

"His Majesty……"

"No need." However, before Tai Ah could say anything, Ying Zheng, who knew him well enough, already knew what he was going to say, and rejected his proposal, "Take this and go to the ant's nest."

"Although that man is guilty, he has already received his punishment. Now, because of his repentance, I will give him a reward—killer, people will always kill him."

"Just take his blood and let him see that man's death with his own eyes."

The bustling New York City not only has towering office buildings and beautiful parks.

There is another side to this city.

Plainly dressed men walk through the dirty, shady alleys of New York, handing over wads of money and mission slips.

Those who accept the task will have the next chance to get money from him.If you refuse, you will never have the chance to see the morning sun that will rise in a few hours.

After finally handing over the last task slip, the man took out his portable notebook and made a record of the task dispatch, then took a long and weary sigh of relief, turned around and left this disgusting place.

His destination was an inconspicuous building.

Walking into the storefront of the dilapidated laundry, swiping the ID card on the tight security access control, and checking the fingerprints and pupils, the wall full of hanging clothes turned over, revealing another door.

The man walked in through the open door, and the heavy door slowly closed behind him.

But the man who walked directly into the door didn't notice. Just as the door was closing, two figures swiftly "whoosh" flashed into the door, so fast that even the afterimages made wind noise.

After catching this sound, the man turned his head vigilantly. After seeing the empty corridor, he shrugged his shoulders and prepared to lift his feet and continue walking forward.

But the next moment-

"Shh-!"

The sword light was like moonlight, flashing across the air.

Blood spurted out.

The slender young man had a frost-like chill on his body, holding a four-foot long sword, and slowly stood up straight from the posture of swinging the sword.

Ying Zheng watched with cold eyes as the man clutched his throat with both hands and fell to the ground in horror.

"Why are you so surprised? When you shoot and take other people's lives, you should have a premonition that you will also get the same ending."

The young man shook off the blood from the sword, and put the long sword back into its sheath.

He raised his leg, stepped directly over the man, and walked towards the door that the man wanted to push open.

After opening the door, documents and materials were piled up everywhere in the empty office.

Hanging on the wall of the office were pictures of Ying Zheng and the Avengers.

A big red cross was drawn on each of the photos, and on the whiteboard next to the photos, there were densely written notes, recording everyone's imperfect past and possible weaknesses.

Ying Zheng casually picked up the folder on the table beside him, and after flipping through it, his face was gloomy.

This office contains all the information about Ying Zheng and the Avengers. It goes so far as to track down all the available experiences of each person from birth to the present. The scope of information even includes their relatives, friends, classmates, colleagues...

This is a carpet-like intelligence gathering that digs three feet into the ground.

All the actions are for one purpose - to fabricate 1% of the lies with 99% of the truth, and to show the public a man-made Avengers conspiracy theory with plausible witnesses and evidence.

—Look, what a group of immoral people you worship!So what if they saved the planet and prevented war?

They fought with classmates when they were children, contradicted the teacher and failed to complete their homework. In the eyes of their colleagues and neighbors, they are freaks!So they are definitely potential dangerous elements!

——Look, those clues that you ignore are all the tails of the conspiracy of the Avengers!They saved you to kill you!

iron Man?black widow?Hulk?Hawkeye?ha!Don't be kidding, this group of freaks and the damn rich gathered together, how could they really want to help you, it's just another game between the lunatics and the rich, and the earth is their playground.

Captain America?Oh, our poor captain, all blinded by the Avengers, can't tell right from wrong.quick!Captain needs us to help him see the truth.

—Recall it!On the night of alien invasion, how we feared, how our relatives and friends died in the hands of alien monsters.

— Be angry!To the Avengers who deceived us and colluded with the alien invasion and only pursued their own interests!

What Jin Guangxia, what Avengers, we are determined not to be deceived fools anymore, we want revenge!Shout!To protest and march!

--justice!Only the military is the real justice.

We begged the military, we begged the military, to come forward and do justice for us, to take the Avengers into custody, to take over Stark Industries.

Henceforth, this country, guided and protected by the military, will truly protect us.

After quickly reading the documents and notes, the military public opinion department's "siege and suppress the avengers" plan has formed a complete context in Ying Zheng's mind.

The young man was keenly aware of the military's intentions and saw clearly all their implemented and unimplemented plans.

Walking to the whiteboard full of photos and notes, looking at the description next to his photo, Ying Zheng sneered disdainfully, and turned on the AI ​​housekeeper monitoring device he was carrying.

"Mr. Yingzheng, I am very glad to see that you are still healthy and safe after receiving the news of the lost protection target reported by Wanda and Pietro. Is there anything I can do for you?"

The AI ​​butler spoke politely.

"Jia, tell Tony that the worker ants can't be caught, and they will follow the worker ants away, just watching them show off and occupy the position."

A little smile appeared in the boy's eyes, "How about the queen's plan? Jia, copy all the documents and materials here and pass them on to Tony."

"Okay, Mr. Xiao, I will tell Sir."

When sending out a team of nanorobots to copy files, the AI ​​manager suddenly realized what a huge and complete plan it was.

"It seems that Sir may implement the sleep plan tomorrow night." The AI ​​butler's always gentlemanly but cold voice seemed to be smiling, "I don't want to see Sir become a heroic spirit..."

"Hey! Lao Jia, are you crazy? Why did you suddenly cut off my program interface? I haven't finished it yet! And what is this you suddenly released..."

The AI ​​butler turned on the connection switch between Yingzheng's small device and the Avengers Building, and Tony's voice came over immediately.

From surprise and interrupted anger to silence in just one line.

"My God, where did you get this... Ying Zheng, you did a great job!"

Tony, who has spent dozens of hours without sleep, guarding in front of the network, conducting various intelligence gathering and suppressing public opinion work, and also inquiring about some fragmented and incomplete military plans from various channels, reads this huge body that is still being transmitted. When you read the file, you realize what it is.

After a short period of excitement, Tony re-invested in the analysis of this document, and kept making phone calls to people he knew, vowing to break the situation.

At the same time, there was Natasha's voice, "Oh, well, this is really timely rain."

"But Ying Zheng." Knowing from the AI ​​steward that Ying Zheng was listening on the other side of the device, Natasha lowered her voice seriously after being happy, "I just got the information from the informant. Five minutes later, the ny Times Today's newspaper will be printed in the printing press, and the front page news that has been kept under wraps until then is - the truth, the Avengers plot, the wrath of the alien invasion."

Ying Zheng's eyes darkened. "tart" bnk"