I Am In Marvel Chapter 606: The appointed time has arrived

Vatican City, polytheism.

As the highest priest with a lifelong tenure, Pope Goethe received an urgent letter during his speech in the main hall of the Vatican. After Goethe repeatedly confirmed the contents of the letter, he claimed to have received instructions from God and announced in public that he would voluntarily abdicate and resign as papal leader.

That day. Goethe took his family and left the Vatican City without knowing where they were going.

Few people know that for former Pope Goethe, it was really God's instructions that came.

Russia, an undersea prison under a hundred meters.

In the prison where the most vicious and severe criminals are held, a tall black figure sits cross-legged in the darkness of the corner of the cage, with several rusty iron chains tied around his body.

"Dragon, your lunch."

The heavily armed prison guard came to the door of the cell and carefully put a small box of food inside through the gap in the iron bars.

After the prison guards walked away, Long stood up and dragged the chain to the iron bars. When he picked up a piece of bread, his calm face suddenly frowned.

Long took away a piece of bread, and there was an envelope sandwiched between the bread. After reading the letter, he suddenly stood up and tugged on the chain with a clanging sound.

"Has this day finally come? Finally, I found a reason to go out." Long murmured to himself.

Nissan, Tokyo.

"Are you the Yaksha who came for the interview?"

In an unknown secret basement, three potbellied officials in formal suits sat side by side on a chair. Their eyes, full of scrutiny, focused on the masked man sitting alone on the other side.

The masked man was still wearing the black clothes of the previous organization, wearing the same Yaksha mask as always, with a pair of sheathed swords crossed on his back, sitting boredly on a chair and looking at the ceiling.

One of the officials flipped through the files and said, "In the file intelligence records. Your real name is unknown, codenamed Yasha. You have served in three killer organizations, serving as a team member and squad leader. The most recent organization is Ninja. Kill, you are one of the few killers who survived against that demon."

"No, no, no." Yasha kept shaking his head and corrected, "I didn't face him. I just missed him both times, so I escaped. But as you can see, the Ninja Killing Organization was destroyed by the group. , I have to find another job."

An official smiled and said, "Luck is also a kind of strength. What's more, your strength is not bad. All three organizations obviously recognize your strength, otherwise they would not let you serve as the squad leader."

Another official continued, "But according to the process, we still need to see your strength."

The third official continued, "You should know that this time Emperor Nissan is recruiting people. If it hadn't been for the last incident, there would be a vacancy of highly capable manpower. With your experience of changing jobs three times, you would never have the opportunity to come forward. Come for an interview."

"Yes, yes, yes, how to show it?" Yasha spread his hands helplessly.

"Easy."

The three officials looked at each other, and their hands that had been placed under the table suddenly lifted up on the table. Each person clearly held a pistol in his hand, pointed it at Yasha six meters away, and when he pulled the trigger, he shot indiscriminately.

"I knew it."

Yaksha seemed to have been prepared for this. Almost as soon as the official took out his gun, he pounced forward and reached back towards the handle of the knife with both hands. His toes hooked the chair he was sitting on, and as his body turned forward, the chair flew high towards the interview table.

Bang!

The chair hit the interview table heavily, and a series of bullets were fired on the ground. In just a blink of an eye, before the three officials had time to change the magazine, the barrels of the pistols they held were cut off by a sharp sword light. , and then the cold blade hovered near the necks of the three officials.

Looking at the three officials dripping with cold sweat, Yasha, half lying on the table, narrowed his eyes dangerously, "My specialty is killing people. Do I want to continue to show it to you?"

"No, no need."

The official lowered his neck in a sullen voice, "You can start tomorrow. You will be paid according to the highest standards of a killer and will be paid on a daily basis."

"Very good." Yasha put the two swords back into their scabbards and jumped off the table.

An official asked in confusion, "Just now, those bullets basically blocked the forward movement. How did you avoid them all?"

"What are you talking about? I didn't avoid them all, just most of them."

Yaksha chuckled, turned around and showed his back, pointing his thumb at his upper body. There were obviously three or four bullet holes on it, and blood was still flowing out like a spring.

The three officials were shocked and speechless. This was the first time for them to see a killer who was hit by three or four bullets and was still completely fine.

"Can you take off your mask?" an official asked thoughtfully.

"It's okay. But I'm afraid it will scare you if I take it off." Yasha looked indifferent.

An official comforted him, "Don't worry. We have received special training and have been on the battlefield many times, often with dead people. No matter how scary it is, we will not be afraid."

"Since you want to see it so much, then let's see it." Yaksha shrugged and took off his mask, revealing his face that had lost a layer of skin and was full of pits.

"This..." The three officials fell silent. It must be said that they were really frightened. Yasha's true appearance was ten times more terrifying than the Yasha mask he wore.

"Would you like to have dinner with me again and get to know each other."

Yaksha cast a wink at the officials, and the rotten flesh on his face squirmed. The Risang officials suppressed their nausea, "Okay, you can leave, but before you leave, you should first Put on the mask."

"It's so boring." Yasha murmured. Just as he was about to put on the mask, a cell phone ringtone suddenly rang in his pocket.

Yaksha took out his PHS phone in front of the officials, plugged it in and listened. He was silent for a while, hung up the phone with a solemn expression, and sighed, "It seems that I can't do that job anymore."

"What do you mean?" The three officials were stunned. ~IndoMTL.com~No way. The boss said, I should go back. "Yaksha also felt helpless.

"Boss? Aren't you disorganized?" An official had an ominous premonition.

"Who said I don't have it, it's just that you don't know it." Yasha was about to walk to the door, but he remembered that the boss above him seemed to dislike Risang, especially the Risang royal family and senior officials——

He reached out to touch the knife on his back, turned and walked towards the Risang officials, "Sorry, three of you."

……

After receiving the envelope, new and old cardists all over the world, regardless of their original identities as kings, popes, officials, killers, or organization bosses, did not hesitate to abandon their current identities and take their families with them. Or forces, one after another went to the promised place that year.

The game life has been going on for too long, and the Karl family finally has its first big gathering.

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