Your Majesty rule the universe

When the man covered in pitch black walked in the dark night, it seemed as if he had merged with the night.

"Oh, my dear friend, my Aziraphale, I dare say that the country must be hell. Satan must have heard the wrong place back then. He should have come here."

The man's red half-length curly hair was shining in the shallow moonlight, and he complained to the phone about what he saw: "I have stayed in the country for 6000 years and I have never seen an alien species, wow, Yazra Phil, it's great that you didn't see that thing, I'm afraid you will be so disgusted that you can't eat if you see it..."

"boom--!"

A muscular male body drew an arc in the air, and fell heavily towards the man from a distance.

The man immediately jumped away like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

He raised his hand to remove the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at the unconscious male body at his feet with disgust.

"Crowley? Are you all right, I hear noise from your side."

"Oh, it's okay." Crowley took half a step back in disgust, and complained to the phone in an almost coquettish tone: "Not only are there alien monsters, but there are also attacks here? You will encounter chaos if you go for a walk at night." People who throw corpses are really rude. The country is definitely a place where even demons don’t want to come.”

"Crowley, you won't come back until you finish the mission."

Aziraphale comforted, dumbfounded: "Okay, we can have a picnic together when you come back, how about it?"

Crowley's snake-like golden vertical pupils lit up.

But before he could answer, he heard a voice from behind.

"Good evening sir, I hope the humanoid object over there didn't hit you."

The boy's clear voice with a smile was like a rushing river, instantly washing away all the aura that made Crowley irritable.

The handsome and unruly demon turned his head slowly.

The boy stood with one hand in his pocket against the backlight on the high wall. He couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could feel his powerful and inviolable majestic aura.

Crowley put away the smile he had when talking with his best friend. He raised his eyebrows and squinted at the guy on the ground who didn't know what to do. "Are you talking about this thing? Boy, don't throw the ball out of bounds when you're playing. Poor passer-by like me—shall I hand you this?"

Moon Shadow moved, and Ying Zheng could clearly see that the man he was talking to had a different appearance from a human being, but he didn't show any surprise or fear, and just nodded politely: "Thank you."

As soon as Ying Zheng finished speaking, Crowley immediately rolled up his kick, relying on his long legs and strength, kicked that muscular body towards the boy.

The young man lifted his eyelashes calmly, and the outstretched palm easily and accurately grabbed the hair of the body, and then he raised his hand and threw it behind him: "Tai Ah, put away the things you missed. "

"Sorry Your Majesty, it was a momentary mistake by the minister."

The tall young man in military uniform jumped up and grabbed the unconscious man, and stuffed it into the huge golden woven bag in the other hand.

Upon closer inspection, the huge bag-like space formed by interlacing golden lights was already filled with a bag full of soldiers who were also unconscious, and there was obviously no room for the new man who entered.

Sensing Ying Zheng's indifferent glance, Tai Aben moved the man more swiftly and roughly into the "bag".

Squeezed by the powerful force, many soldiers grunted unconsciously, and even squeezed their cheeks against the edge of the "bag", and their flesh was deeply strangled by the criss-crossing light.

Like one of those bundled bacons Mr Devil once saw at the country fair in Ernan.

Crowley: "..."

Mr. Devil's lips moved, and when Ying Zheng nodded politely to him and was about to leave, he asked, "Maybe, since we both have the habit of walking at night, can we know each other's names?"

Tai Ah frowned upon hearing this, and cast a cold gaze on Crowley.

After confirming that he was not malicious, Ying Zheng nodded with a good temper: "I am Ying Zheng, if you want to find me, you can go to the Avengers Building—Mr. If you want to know where the building is, you can just ask on the street, there are very few citizens in New York who don’t know the address of the building.”

Crowley frowned, subconsciously feeling that the boy's words were inconsistent.

Mr. Demon, who couldn't figure out what went wrong for a while, nodded: "Crowley, currently living in no fixed place - damn it, let people travel across the country but don't care about the travel expenses! Those guys."

Mr. Devil watched the two leave before picking up the phone that he hadn't hung up all along: "Apart from alien monsters, there are even unknown creatures here. I didn't even see what species the boy was just now. No, there are other creatures beside him." That man wasn't human either. Aziraphale, the world's creations are amazing..."

"He even told me the address? It's inexplicable. But if we can meet again next time, I'd better ask him which species he belongs to. In fact, I'm also quite curious."

"But..." Crowley paused, remembering the insignia he'd seen looming through the slit of the bag he'd just glanced at.

Red pattern on black background, skull and snake body.

"My dear friend, what do you think is the pattern I saw in your bookstore earlier?"

"?" On the other end of the phone, Aziraphale, who was slowly brewing a pot of black tea in a warm bookstore in London, was puzzled, but still answered Crowley's question: "It seems that the angel in charge of human affairs takes He said that the other party wanted to discuss cooperation with us and came to me to ask my opinion."

"As for the name, I remember it is... Hydra?"

Aziraphale smiled and said, "Sounds like a name you demons would like."

"Hydra..." Crowley turned around and looked back, the young man had long since disappeared from the empty alley.

But the non-human strength and aloof aura that didn't match his age leaked from that boy still made Crowley serious: "I provoked a boy of unknown species like that, and was humiliatedly crushed and beaten without any resistance. The power of human beings, the organization of human beings, and the name of a demon is nothing more than that."

"What?" Aziraphale asked in surprise.

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm saying maybe you should think carefully—but given that there are always some idiots among you angels, it's nothing new to have a fancy to that kind of organization."

"Crowley! You are not allowed to say that about my colleagues!"

"Sorry sorry honey, my fault."

……

Because of the secret meeting with Shang Yang, Tai Ah, who was unable to arrive at the first time Ying Zheng summoned, lowered his head at this moment, aggrievedly drooping the corners of his lips, and the huge golden woven bag in his hand was also because of his frustration. Feeling down to the ground, "hiss—hiss!" dragging along the way made noise.

Ying Zheng had to look sideways: "Tai Ah, I haven't said anything yet."

Ying Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's obvious that you didn't arrive at my side in time, but the expression now looks like I bullied you."

Tai Ah: "qaq"

"Because I didn't get to your side in time, I actually asked you to clean up these assassins yourself."

Thinking of the scene of the young man alone fighting against dozens of heavily armed soldiers when he arrived just now, Tai Ah was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were almost torn apart.

Even though Tai Ah knew that his little majesty was not a fragile human being, he still couldn't bear to put his little majesty in danger.

Because the place far away from the east is not fully recognized by the Hall of Souls, Your Majesty cannot obtain all the power of the heroic spirits. When the power emptiness caused by the exhaustion of spiritual power during the alien invasion has not been completely cured, Tai Ah just needs to imagine himself a little bit. The scene where the little His Majesty might be injured made me almost cry from heartache.

But Ying Zheng obviously didn't think so. He felt that Tai Ah's concern would cause chaos: "Hydra's attack didn't surprise me too much."

The young man shrugged his shoulders: "They were chasing after them before, but because the military was more powerful at that time, they judged the situation and chose to stay silent for a while. Now the biggest obstacle for them is the military. Calling my attention again fits with their style."

After Yingzheng woke up from the cold operating table in the military base, he was attacked by Hydra before he could fully understand the language of the country.

Even if he was transferred from Stark Hospital to the Avengers Building, his daily life was not peaceful and peaceful.

Kidnappings from HYDRA and the military, and other smaller groups.

Even if he was used to assassination and kidnapping from the inherited heroic memory, although such continuous attacks could not cause any harm to Ying Zheng, it made him extremely annoying.

When the young man glanced at the large entangled soldier in Tai Ah's hand, his light golden eyes were filled with disgust: "If it's Jing Ke, or the Brotherhood Callum, that's fine, I might still Some interest."

"This kind of defective product under the weaponization of modern technology is really like a provocation and insult to me."

Although Tai Ah hated himself for not arriving in time, he was also afraid that Ying Zheng would ask him what he had done—given by the king, received by his subjects, no matter what his little majesty wanted to know, he would answer in detail.

But if that was the case, it would violate Shang Yang's promise to keep the meeting secret.

So seeing that Ying Zheng didn't ask about his whereabouts just now, Tai Ahwei heaved a sigh of relief: "Your Majesty, what are we going to do next?"

"Take these things back to the Avengers Building first, and give them to Natasha."

Ying Zheng said: "Although S.H.I.E.L.D. can't tell which agents are trustworthy, they do have some capabilities in terms of intelligence and investigation."

"Besides, even if it is to help Fury, since these guys belong to Hydra, letting the S.H.I.E.L.D., which has Hydra undercover, investigate, can be regarded as leading the snake out of the hole. He is already bald and has no hair. These days Cleaning up S.H.I.E.L.D.'s undercover agents has made his eyebrows drop from worry."

Ying Zheng recalled the sad look on Director Fury's face that he had seen before, and couldn't help laughing lovingly: "If he continues to be bald like this, he will really become a black egg like Tony complained about."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Tai Ah picked up the woven bag in his hand again.

"Wait, Tai Ah, where did you just go?"

Tai Ah was stunned: "Your Majesty?"

The young man smiled, "Your expression has already betrayed you."

"—Shang Yang."

"Boom!" The woven bag in Tai Ah's hand fell to the ground again.

When Ying Zheng and Tai Ah returned to the Avengers Building one after the other, they saw their little friend sitting in the lobby.

"Peter!" Ying Zheng was a little surprised: "Why are you here? Is your high school on vacation, do you have time to play?"

Ying Zheng, who had had a good time with Peter Parker, still misses him a little when he hasn't seen his friends for a long time.

Peter jumped up happily from the sofa with a "whoosh!", rushing towards Yingzheng like the wind.

Under the almost murderous eyes of Pietro and Wanda next to him, Peter, who was unaware of the sudden tense atmosphere in the hall, smiled happily and hugged his little friend's slender but powerful waist.

"Zheng! We haven't seen each other for a long time. I was so worried when I saw you in the news and newspapers. Although the newspaper only gave you a back view, how familiar we are! I could tell at a glance that it was You, those people dare to write nonsense like that, it really makes people very angry. I am also particularly worried that you will feel sad, those people don’t understand you at all, and they just talk nonsense based on their own imagination and other people’s evaluation I was so angry that I almost punched someone. But my brother, to be honest, you are really good! You are definitely a superhero, so cool! I didn’t expect that when the aliens invaded that day, the big golden ball in the sky was you. I really didn't expect that my friend turned out to be the famous "Golden Light Man"! And guess what, even if you only showed a back view of your picture in the newspaper, you are so handsome..."

"Okay, boy, you can let go of Ying Zheng first."

Seeing that Peter was hugging Ying Zheng and talking endlessly, and seeing this more and more excited posture, he was not going to stop talking in a short time, Tony walked over and grabbed Peter's arm, and separated the two forcefully with a smirk.

Natasha looked curiously at Tai Ah's dejected look, but was immediately attracted by the huge woven bag in Tai Ah's hand: "What is this?"

"It looks like a bag of... people?" Steve carefully selected the quantifier for a long time, but he still used a bag to describe the situation in front of him.

"That's it." Ying Zheng blinked, and signaled Tai Ah to hand it to Natasha: "Go for a walk, pick up the trash by the way, and clean up the environment."

"..." Wanda looked at the boy quietly, her resentment seemed to have substance.

The two siblings never expected that just after they had finished their pledge of loyalty and were eager to protect the boy, the boy gave them a bucket of cold water.

They didn't even know when and how they were thrown away by the boy!

"Mr. Ying Zheng, just to get rid of us, just to go for a walk?" Wanda gritted her teeth.

Ying Zheng didn't care much: "Next time, next time, I will bring you together."

Over there, Natasha curiously took a bag of people from Tai Ah's hand, and as soon as she got it, she was thrown straight to the ground by the heavy weight.

"Natasha!" Steve, who was standing aside, exclaimed, quickly retrieved Natasha with one hand, and grabbed the woven bag with the other.

As soon as he got started, Steve knew why Natasha, who was born as an agent and in good physical condition, would fall so hard that he couldn't hold it.

Steve lowered his head with complicated eyes, and his close observation made him finally see what it was all about: "...a soldier of Hydra?"

Ying Zheng nodded.

"...a dozen people in a bag?"

Ying Zheng took it for granted.

"...What is this bag made of? It can withstand the weight of a dozen grown men."

Ying Zheng blinked, not feeling guilty at all because he didn't know, and turned his gaze to Tai Ah.

"Snakeskin woven bag." Tai Ah replied affirmatively.

"Snake...snake what?"

"Snakeskin woven bags, oriental artifacts, can be used on fashion runway shows, and can be transported to live animal luggage at railway station passenger stations. They are suitable for both civilian and military use. It is the so-called one bag for everything."

For a while, the hall was silent.

Faced with the horrified eyes of the Avengers and Peter's excited and admiring eyes, Tai Ah nodded calmly, affirming himself.

"It's just that I was in a hurry when I came back. The ribs of the people inside should have broken a lot, but it's not a big deal, and I'm still angry."

Natasha and the others looked down at the unconscious soldiers in the golden woven bag with complicated eyes.

"Snakeskin woven bag, containing Hydra...?"

"It seems... quite suitable?"