In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 372: Avengers League One: Split (Medium)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Steve also stepped on the stones and walked to the coastline. He and Stark stood side by side, looking at the ebbing sea water. Layers of white waves kept surging, leaving wonderful patterns. The individual was also silent, but they all seemed to know what the other was thinking.

At this time, Strange flew over, and he said: "What are you doing? Stark, didn't I just go to a spaceship and do two experiments secretly? Why don't you blow up this place?" Is it like this?"

"And you, Steve, you know that the man holding the dagger is so dangerous, why didn't you knock him out immediately? What's the relationship between you two?"

"And what about the man with the yellow light all over his body? I was having a good time fighting with him, and I'm about to subdue him, but he actually ran away?"

"Peter? Why are you lying here? Why is there blood all over your body? Oh, my God..."

At this time, Stark and Steve, who heard the movement, turned their heads at the same time, and they looked at Strange together.

Strange was stunned when he saw the eyes of the two of them, and he said, "What are you looking at me for? Is there something on my face?... Hey, wait, why did you open the cannon?! "

With a sound of "whoosh", the round shield flew towards Strange, followed by the sound of crackling bullets and continuous bombing. Shouting: "You two are arguing, why are you venting your anger on my head?! You crazy people!! Stop it!!! I am the supreme mage!!!!"

Just after several people ran away, Peter lying on the ground slowly turned his head, then gently pushed away the medical robot left by Stark, and said to Red Bee in his mind: "Even if you block It hurts my pain, this one is pretty bad, right?"

"You humans are the most lethal race I have ever seen. You know how sharp his dagger is, but you dare to take the risk?!" Red Bee said helplessly: "The symbiote has an obligation to prevent the host from doing so. Dangerous thing, cooperate with your actions, let me violate at least more than 400 parasitic rules, if Lan Ling finds out, I will suffer..."

"But the plan is going well, isn't it? Wait, let's see... They don't seem to notice me. Where's the headset? Where did you put it?"

Just as Peter finished asking, a small red slime tentacles reached into the pocket of his spider suit, took out a tiny earphone, and stuffed it into Peter's ear.

In the SHIELD base, Schiller put down the communicator, and Nick looked at him and asked, "Who called you? It doesn't seem to be that Grant?"

"It's really not, it's another informant."

As they talked, they walked in and walked into an office. What was waiting there was not an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., but a man dressed in a strange attire. He has long hair and two pointed goat horns on his forehead.

Seeing Nick and Schiller walking in, he took out a misty ball of light from nowhere, and handed it to Schiller, saying: "This is all the final payment, and our transaction is over."

"The souls of those Hydras should be pretty good, right?" Schiller looked at him and asked.

"It's really good. Whether it's the activity or the power that can be extracted from it, it's much better than ordinary people. After finishing this order, at least for 20 years, I don't have to try hard to deceive those weak and stupid ordinary humans. It's..."

"But speaking of it, can't we offer some more discounts? In case there is such a cooperation next time, I'm your big customer..."

"Mephisto, your greed is something I have never seen in my life." Nick folded his arms and looked at the man, and said, "Because of your stinginess, we revised the entire 16th version of the contract without asking you." I need a pen fee."

"Okay, I can unilaterally assure you that if there is still such a thing, you must be our first choice." Schiller held the light ball, looked at Mephisto and said.

The content of the deal between Schiller and Nick and Mephisto is very simple, in fact, it is the souls of certain members of Hydra.

Since Schiller turned the Arkham Sanatorium into a stronghold for the important agents of Hydra, he first turned these agents into free labor, and then took a fortune from the customers of the immortal factor money.

Then, because he took over all the work of Hydra in New York State, all the big snakeheads around him paid protection fees to him and asked him to use a safe base to preserve his direct lineage. Schiller took the money, of course he worked hard Most of the people were sent to the nursing home. Although there was a lot of loss in the process, at least one fifth of the people came to the nursing home.

The area of ​​the nursing home is limited. This old bank building located not far from Wall Street is not as big as imagined, and there is no place for hundreds of people to stay in it.

So, the nursing home is full, where should the agents be sent?

Schiller's answer, of course, is to sell to S.H.I.E.L.D.

However, the places of SHIELD are limited, but the agents of Hydra are in a steady stream. When the places of SHIELD are full, where should the agents be sent?

Schiller and Nick's answer, of course, is to sell to Mephisto.

Eat one fish three times, eat three sheep one sheep belong to yes.

The regional dimension controlled by Mephisto is a dimension with special properties. In order to maintain the existence of this dimension, Mephisto needs to draw power from the soul, and in the universe, the energy carried by the human soul is particularly There are many, and they are extremely valuable, so he spared no effort to trick humans into signing the contract.

Some people may wonder, why didn't he directly create a disaster and harvest a large number of human souls?

Leaving aside the power of Odin and Ancient One, they are actually not as powerful as Mephisto. The more important reason is that after the death of human beings, what should return is not **** or heaven, but " "Death" is the "death" of one of the five founding gods.

No one can violate this theorem. Even if Mephisto can create a catastrophe, the dead will all go to "death", and it has nothing to do with him.

And the only way to retain souls from death is to let human beings voluntarily sign a contract and sell their souls to him. That's why he didn't hesitate to spend a lot of time and energy to cheat and sneak attack one by one.

But now, Schiller and Nick have proposed a new transaction method. As the master of hell, why do you come to the earth to cheat people secretly? Leave this kind of thing to us, just sit in **** and wait for dinner.

Of course, a small errand fee needs to be charged during this process. After all, it will cost SHIELD to pry information from the steadfast Hydra members and then force them to sign the devil's contract. Some strength.

Also, Mephisto's criterion for judging the degree of soul energy is "sin" and "pain", which is exactly in line with Nick and Schiller's goal of screening important Hydra members.

After contacting Mephisto, Schiller took him to visit the Arkham Sanatorium. Feeling full of soul energy, how sinful is this person? The information in the brain must be indispensable.

With this method, Nick also caught two snake heads hidden among ordinary agents. Among this group of ordinary agents, came to use Schiller's safe stronghold to avoid cleaning.

SHIELD obtained a lot of useful information from them, including the location of the stronghold where the Winter Soldier was stored.

The deposit paid by Mephisto was handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D., while the final payment was collected by Schiller. After receiving the refined soul energy extracted by Mephisto, Schiller returned to his office with satisfaction, and then ... took out his own umbrella.

He took the handle of the umbrella and looked around, the more he looked, the more satisfied he was, then he put the ball of energy on the tip of the umbrella, and said to his new umbrella: "I don't know what you like to eat, but I think this The stuff is good, you can try it."

After speaking, he glanced at the list of security personnel on his desk, and continued, "If you find it delicious, there will be more in the future."

Before the cursed soul residing in the umbrella could answer, the gray mist in Schiller's mind sent a series of dissatisfied emotions. Schiller comforted him and said, "Are you eating this?... What? You don't even Eat all of this? Don’t you only eat emotions?”

"You want to try it too? Well~IndoMTL.com~ You two are split in half, don't say I'm biased..."

As he spoke, a small tentacle made of gray mist protruded from his arm. After the gray mist took a sip, he let out a few "peh pee pee" and Schiller said with a smile: "It seems that the symbiote You can't eat this, be careful to eat it, and I will find you something else to eat some other day."

The gray mist whimpered in Schiller's mind, and Schiller could only say, "Well, you can drink a little, but not too much."

Grey Mist let out a "Yeah!", and went to drink happily, as if he didn't care about the ball of soul energy in Schiller's hand at all.

Schiller shook his head helplessly, and then he saw a trace of black energy appear on the tip of the umbrella, and then gradually penetrated into the soul light ball in his hand. A circle smaller.

"It seems that you like to eat this, which makes me breathe a sigh of relief. If you are as picky as Gray Fog and steal alcohol every day, I will have a headache."

The Soul of the Damned didn't seem to have a particularly clear mind, so he didn't respond to Schiller. He just followed his instinct and kept absorbing power.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of Schiller's office, and Peter walked in carrying a schoolbag. There seemed to be some **** smell on his body, but he looked very happy. He put the schoolbag on the sofa Come on, and say to Schiller.

"The plan is going well, Professor."

"Are they reconciled?" Schiller asked.

"Almost, but the two of them are fighting Mr. Strange together, does it really matter?"

"It's okay, he is the supreme mage."