"According to modern Earth medical research, a healthy human body carries at least 140,000 types of viruses, not to mention even more bacteria.
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Similarly, all the knowledge, technology, and star maps stored in the Titan Pantheon also became Zuo Si's property.
The most important thing is that from now on, the star soul of Azeroth is completely safe, and no force can pose any threat to it.
joke!
There are two powerful Titans watching from the side. No matter whether it is the Shadow Realm or the sealed Ancient Gods, anyone who dares to jump out will be met with ruthless punishment.
In addition, on the planet Argus, there are a large number of Devil Astartes stationed there, as well as a huge army of cannon fodder made of scorching oil, demon corpses, and Burning Legion technological creations. Even the entire planet has been transformed into a huge activated war fortress.
In the face of such a terrifying lineup, if they don't actively invade other forces, the other parties will be grateful. How could anyone be so bored as to actively seek death?
You have to know that Azeroth was invaded every now and then in the past. The root cause was that it had no background before it was discovered.
Therefore, the Void Lord unscrupulously sent several Ancient Gods to corrupt it.
Later, when the Titan Pantheon arrived, the ancient gods were either dead or disabled, and the rest who survived were completely sealed.
For a long time, no other force dared to lay a hand on this planet that gave birth to star souls.
It was not until Sargeras destroyed the Titan Pantheon that the Burning Legion once again began to plan to invade Azeroth, intending to turn it into the second Argus.
Jailer Zovaal waited until Sargeras was sealed and the Burning Legion fell into civil strife due to lack of a leader before taking action.
In other words, all of these invaders have one very distinct characteristic.
That is, they will only cause trouble when Azeroth is at its most vulnerable and there is no other external forces to protect or spy on it.
Therefore, the tragic experience of "Ai-chan" is equivalent to telling everyone that it is really not good to survive in the world without a reliable backing before you grow up.
Fortunately, Zuo Si has now become her backer, and has even arranged two door gods and a group of thugs.
Whether it is holy light, life, death or shadow, any force that wants to influence the soul of Azeroth needs to consider whether it can withstand the endless army of New Phyrexia and the power of the sparkling oil that can infect everything.
Not to mention Emrakul, the most powerful Eldrazi titan, feasting in the Shadow Void.
Zuo Si now has too many trump cards to use, so he is not worried at all about what kind of waves the universe can stir up in his hands.
In other words, this place has been his property since the moment the Burning Legion and Sargeras were defeated.
…
At the same time, in the huge cyberpunk city far away on the ninth level of Baator Hell, the souls that are continuously transported back are injecting unprecedented vitality into this place.
Countless people became rich because of this, but an equal number of people lost everything, even the souls of themselves, their families and their descendants. Some were even caught by the debt collectors and bred like pigs and stallions to expand their bloodlines to ensure that they could pay off the astronomical debt.
Just like the idea behind Zuo Si's creation of this place, there will always be a group of people in the city who live extravagant lives like emperors, and there will also always be a group of people who continue to fall into the bottomless darkness.
The two alternate with each other to form a unique and subtle cycle.
There is never a shortage of people from the upper planes who promote goodness, and the law allows them to do so, and even to establish their own communities and groups and participate in politics.
But the interesting thing is that the ubiquitous temptations and the pressure of the overall social environment cause all these people in the good camp to eventually either become corrupt and degenerate themselves, or simply give up their original ideals and choose to escape.
Because this huge cyberpunk city is like a devil's cave, constantly devouring kind souls and then turning them into insidious, cunning, and profit-seeking demons.
Even many gods and celestial beings in the good camp began to doubt whether there was some fundamental evil hidden in the desires and instincts of mortals.
Otherwise, why in this huge city that does not seem to have any obvious rules that tend to be evil, almost everyone is sliding towards evil, even those pure and innocent angels are no exception.
However, these good gods and celestial beings do not know that the mortals who enter the ninth level of Baator will soon be assimilated into the social environment and enjoy it.
They don't need any salvation at all, they just want to immerse themselves in all kinds of excitement and happiness, no matter what painful price they have to pay for it in the future.
It is precisely this mentality that leads them to have an indescribable strong desire for money and wealth, even above all else.
After all, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want in this huge city full of paper and gold, and even gain power by spending money to participate in elections and get the title of devil nobles and corresponding power.
This kind of rapid class transition channel from the bottom to the top cannot be provided anywhere else.
It doesn't care about your background or race. As long as you have enough ability, ambition and wealth, you can make waves and turn the tide here.
Even if you die, you can die more gloriously than in other places.
Therefore, anyone who lives here for a long time will have a mentality that "this is their own stage."
They are eager to express themselves on stage, to be respected and even to win applause.
The most typical example is the bounty incident that has swept across half of the city in recent times.
More than tens of thousands of bounty hunters, mercenaries, adventurers and gang members fought for this. All kinds of mutilated corpses could be seen in the dark alleys almost every day. It even gradually evolved into a secret underground war, and even the underworld forces joined in to get a piece of the pie.
You must know that with the continuous expansion of the huge cyberpunk city, the forces of all sizes within it have long been countless, and the complex relationships between them, whether subordination, hostility, cooperation, or alliance, can give even the most skilled devils a headache.
In addition, it is also mixed with a series of fatal labels such as collision between officials and businessmen, political donations, financial monopoly, bureaucracy, etc.
Picking any of them at random and placing them in human society will cause violent conflicts, and even lead to civil unrest, revolution and war.
But the interesting thing is that these things that are considered debuffs in a normal society are all integrated together and actually work quite well.
Facts have proved that social contradictions are a bit like raising Gu. Maybe three, five, or seven or eight of them together can be fatal, but once the number exceeds a certain critical point, they can stabilize in a strange and weird way, just like the code written by some programmers, which basically relies on all kinds of weird bugs to run normally.
At this moment, Carbonell, a financial expert from Marvel Universe Earth and the instigator of the great brawl, is sitting in a pipe bar more than 200 meters above the ground, watching the news program on a 3D projector and drinking a drink made of some unknown substance, his face full of tension and fear.
Because he never dreamed that he would cause such a terrible storm.
Now he is like a child walking in a downtown area with a gold brick in his arms, and he has no control over where to go next.
Especially the fights that broke out in order to fight for him, and the bloody scenes that were imprinted in his mind like nightmares, all made this man begin to feel deep regret and remorse for the first time.
He hated himself for being so obsessed as to bring Wall Street's "the bold will die of overeating and the timid will die of starvation" approach to Batto Hell. How could he dare to secretly increase the leverage to such a high level without telling anyone?
Now, not only have both the black and white worlds offered a high bounty, but the human alliance on Earth is also hunting him down like crazy.
It can be said that Kabol is now a rat crossing the street that everyone wants to beat. Anyone who dares to show up in any public place will surely cause fighting, bloodshed and death. It is like he has suffered a terrible curse.
The only thing to be thankful for is that the underground pipeline bar he is in is not a legal business place, but a secret place that has never been photographed and does not appear on navigation or maps. It provides a relatively safe haven for wealthy and powerful VIP customers.
"Hey! Man! Are you still worried about those guys chasing you?"
A female halfling thief with a rather abstract punk hairstyle jumped onto a chair at the bar, chewing a piece of gum containing psychotropic drugs in her mouth.
Since there are magic and divine arts that can reduce or even eliminate side effects, taking drugs is quite common in the ninth layer of Baator.
Especially this kind of chewing gum that can increase nerve reflex speed and sensitivity after taking it, many people can't stop after trying it once.
Because it not only greatly increases combat effectiveness, but also keeps people's senses and mental state in an extremely excited state.
Whether it is alcohol, tobacco, drugs, or doing some exercise that is beneficial to your physical and mental health with the opposite or same sex, you can get unimaginable extreme pleasure.
So more than half of the people in this bar alone are chewing and chewing.
Cabor smiled bitterly and responded, "Shouldn't I be worried? You know, they are the Avengers, the most powerful superhero group in my world. Once they show up and join the hunt for me, it means that the Human Alliance is extremely angry about the mistakes I made."
"Avengers? Hahahaha! What the hell is that? The name of some band?"
Another half-orc tiefling grinned and let out a naked and undisguised laugh.
The human warrior sitting next to him also said with disdain: "I think they are more like rookies who just debuted and are eager to make a name for themselves. Don't worry, with their style of doing things and their poor understanding of this barren city, it won't be long before they fall into the deserted alleys and become corpses or are sold as slaves."
"No, no, no, you don't understand. The Avengers are a group of guys with extraordinary fighting power and even super powers. Among them are not only super soldiers, but even gods and monsters!"
Cabral tried to convince his hometown superhero team of their power.
After all, compared to those vicious criminals who would always try to remove some "parts" from his body, or try to chop off his head and put it into a portable life support system, these guys who should be bounty hunters and mercenaries are relatively easy to get along with.
At least the latter would not beat, abuse or torture him for fun without reason.
But unfortunately, no one present took his words seriously.
The reason is very simple.
As a node connecting countless time, space and dimensions, the residents of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator have seen too many bizarre and strange things.
joke!
According to human standards, about half of the people on the street can be classified as monsters.
For example, there are the mind flayers that feed on the brains of intelligent creatures, the dragons that have obtained a pilot's license from the city hall and fly low over the sky in broad daylight, the mentally ill and crazy beholders, and the overwhelming number of local natives - the devils.
As for God...
On just one street near the city center, there are more than a thousand gods, big and small.
Among them are powerful divine powers like Waukeen, the goddess of wealth in Faerun, as well as unknown demigods or weaker divine powers from a low-magic plane. Occasionally, you can see Tiamat, the god of evil dragons who lives in the first plane, come to visit.
So Kabol's concerns were regarded by the people in the bar as a sign of the lack of vision of the "Material Plane Guys".
Similar things happen every day in this city.
After all, a legendary or even high-level professional is already the ceiling level of combat power in most main material planes.
But here at best you can only be a senior consultant or gang leader.
Climbing further up is the competition between various bigwigs, voters, and even gods and quasi-divine powers.
In order to maintain the automatic operation of this city, Zuo Si set up many interesting rules.
One of them is that anyone who successfully runs for mayor can obtain a portion of the lord's authority bestowed by him, and can demonstrate combat power comparable to that of a mid-level god in the huge cyberpunk city.
By the same token, people like the police chief and senior members of the municipal council will also receive temporary divine powers.
At the beginning, due to the small reserves of soul energy, their overall strength was not too outrageous.
But as Zuo Si's hand reached out to the entire multiverse, absorbing the souls of mortals from thousands of time and space, it has now rolled and expanded to an unimaginable extent.
Therefore, if anyone is so reckless as to dare to cause trouble here, even if a single divine system is dispatched, the entire army may be wiped out within minutes.
Seeing that no one paid attention to his reminder, Kabol smiled helplessly. While laughing, he tilted his head back and gulped down the drinks that were mixed with who knows what.
You have to know that when he was a big shot on Wall Street, he would never touch these things of unknown origin that might cause permanent damage to his body or even his brain.
But now, just live one day at a time and enjoy every minute.
Anyway, the money he had prepared for his escape had already been robbed, and now it was like a valuable commodity being changed hands repeatedly between different forces.
Even though we can still sit here and drink and chat now, a fierce battle may break out in the next second.
However, Cabor, the culprit who caused all this, did not know what kind of disaster his actions had brought to the Earth where he lived.
At this moment, at the Human Union headquarters on Earth, the devil salesman Alves was holding a debt bill that was thirty meters long, and politely and with a smile on his face, he was asking the other party for the debt.
He could hardly believe that the task assigned to him by the lord was completed in such a dramatic and darkly humorous way not long after.
That's 1.5 billion souls! The commission alone is enough to make him a powerful Hell Divine and get a high position in the complex financial system of the ninth layer of Baator.
Therefore, to him, these mortals are absolutely great benefactors and benefactors. How can he treat them badly?
In contrast, the five representatives sitting across the negotiation table were drenched in sweat, and some of them even had their hands shaking slightly as they took off their glasses.
Although the People's Federation had received the report several days ago and prepared a series of emergency response measures.
But when I saw this bill, I couldn't help but lose control of my emotions.
Especially the old white man sitting on the far right, his eyes were not only filled with terrifying bloodshot, but his hands were clenched into fists as if he would smash the table in the next second.
Because it was he who insisted on putting Cabor into the team.
The purpose is very simple, which is to use this guy's operations on Wall Street to get more funds so that the United States can earn more soul currency to buy more and more advanced magic and scientific technology.
In fact, Cabral had been doing a good job before.
At one point, the figures in the US accounts were nearly twice as much as those of the other four major powers.
But the problem is that all this money comes from terrible speculation.
Anyone with a little financial knowledge knows that without sufficient capital and inside information, the speculative behavior of "leeks" is basically the same as gambling.
No! It should be said that the probability of winning money is far less than gambling.
Because if there is no cheating, there is at least a 50% chance of winning when betting on size, but in financial securities, it is considered good if only 1% of people can make money when leaving the market.
Otherwise, where do those financial companies get their monstrous profits, which far exceed those of the real manufacturing industry, every year?
Therefore, the reason why Cabor was able to make money in the past was, on the one hand, that his operation was indeed of some level, and on the other hand, it was a pig-killing scheme deliberately set up by the devils to attract him and some other daring speculators.
But no one expected that this guy would dare to play so big after achieving several successes. He could even be considered to be going all in.
silence!
Horrible silence!
As senior members of the Human Union, everyone present here knows what 1.5 billion means to the earth and humanity today.
The British representative, who has always been a ruthless person, has even set his sights on a popular South Asian country on the map, intending to directly sacrifice this wealthy former colony to fill the hole.
After all, they are professionals in the area of preferring the death of a fellow Taoist to the death of an inferior Taoist, and they have accumulated rich experience more than two hundred years ago.
What's more, in the eyes of the noble white master Ansa, can these South Asian goblins be considered human beings?
As good neighbors, good allies, and happy enemies who have loved and hated each other for hundreds of years, the Gallic rooster representative next to them obviously noticed the other party's intentions and tried to probe in a polar voice: "You don't want to..."
"Shhh - don't say it. I'm doing this for everyone's sake. After all, where else can you find a population of 1.5 billion other than the South Asian subcontinent?"
"Damn it! You are absolutely crazy! That's more than a billion people. How are you going to kill them all at once? Nuclear weapons? Energy weapons? Chemical weapons?"
"NO! NO! NO! That would cause unnecessary tension and concern in other countries around the world, and would also put us under too much moral and public pressure. In fact, based on a technology we purchased not long ago, our scientists have developed a genetic weapon. It can target a certain ethnic group that carries a specific gene expression. All we need to do is put a little bit of it into the clouds, and then create an artificial rainfall, and we can instantly complete an efficient massacre. And the dead won't feel any pain. It's very, very, very humane."
Although in terms of being a ruthless person, Dai Ying has always left other competitors far behind, his bottom line is simply unfathomable.
The various cruel deeds done during the colonial era would make the man with a mustache, who was dubbed the "devil," sigh that he was too kind back then, even today.
However, the complete disappearance of a country or even a race at one time is still a bit too low of a moral bottom line for humanity.
Especially when the word "humanity" comes out of the mouth of this well-dressed, elegant guy who is known as a gentleman, it is really chilling.
So much so that the three representatives couldn't tell who was the devil between him and Alves.
The somewhat anxious Bald Eagle representative pondered for a moment and then cautiously said, "I think this is a good idea. What do you think?"
This sentence instantly silenced the other three representatives.
Some people even kept looking back and forth between this juxtaposed father and son, as if trying to figure out to what extent they could lower the moral bottom line of mankind.
"I am against it! There is no such thing as a wall that is impenetrable. No matter how secretive such things are, they will eventually be exposed to the public. Those who vote in favor will be completely nailed to the pillar of shame in history and become sinners of all mankind."
"I am also opposed to this. How will other countries view the Human Rights Alliance? How can they believe that we will lead mankind to a better future?"
With two opposing votes, the closed-door meeting became tied at two to two, and the pressure immediately fell on the last representative who had not yet made a choice.
Because the vote in his hand will determine the life and death of 1.5 billion people in a country and its surrounding areas, and determine the future of the human union and even mankind.
Anyone with a slightly worse mental quality would have been so nervous that they would have wet their pants by now.
Of course, he was not in much better condition at the moment. The shirt under his suit was already completely wet, and his head, neck, and cheeks were all covered in sweat. He wanted to open his mouth to say something several times, but swallowed it back when he was about to say it.
For a moment, national interests, morality, emotions, and responsibilities continued to clash in my mind, as if my personality was torn into countless small pieces that were constantly fighting for dominance in my mind.
"My dear friend, what are you still hesitating about? Apart from making sacrifices, is there any other way for us to pay for these 1.5 billion souls? So relax, this is not your fault, but the fault of that traitor.
What's more, someone always has to make sacrifices in this world. You just made the right choice at a particular time and place.
Far from becoming a sinner, you will become a hero who saves the earth and humanity."
Representative Daiying patiently advised this good neighbor.
He was obviously well aware of the Gauls' character of wanting to be whores but also to be virtuous, and understood that in order to drag them into the water, he first needed to give them a step that looked high-end and could be generally accepted.
Otherwise, after the end of World War II, the other side would not have exported ideology and values under the banner of freedom and democracy, while continuing to carry out ruthless colonial plunder of large areas of Africa, and even killed many outstanding leaders who had the hope of leading black people out of poverty and hunger, and supported some greedy, corrupt, bloodthirsty and cruel tyrants to come to power.
Watching this group of mortals scheming against each other, scheming against each other, and fully displaying the ugliness of human nature, the devil Alves was enjoying it in his heart.
It's just fucking brilliant!
Although it is slightly lacking in terms of language art and means, it is a true expression of feelings, which is many times better than those so-called "powerful" garbage TV series and movies set in the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator hell.
He also thought that the soul with the English representative should be marked as a special feature.
If nothing unexpected happens, a "talent" of this level can immediately become a qualified or even excellent devil's subordinate with just a little training.
"I...I abstain."
After struggling for a long time, the representative, who was under great pressure, finally couldn't bear it anymore and completely collapsed. He made his choice in a voice full of weakness and fatigue.
"Damn it! How can you evade the responsibility given by history?"
"What a coward! I knew the Gauls were good for nothing except being lazy and slow! It was the biggest mistake to bring you in. Because you are not worthy at all!"
Seeing that the other party was not fooled, the father and son immediately tore off their disguises and began to curse and humiliate each other nakedly and without concealment.
Because according to their thinking, as long as this representative casts the crucial vote, most of the public pressure they are under will be transferred to him.
After all, when voting to decide something, ignorant people often don't pay attention to who voted in favor or against first, but instead focus on the person who casts the final decisive vote.
By then, if we manipulate the media and public opinion a little bit, the Gallic rooster will become the focus of attention and even criticism from all over the world.
It’s a pity that he is not a fool and refuses to take the blame at all.
So the negotiations came to a stalemate for a while.
What’s even worse is that they don’t dare to delay it endlessly.
Because that huge debt continues to grow at a compounding rate every day, every hour, every minute, and every second.
Seeing this situation, Alves, who had been watching the good show for a long time, suddenly coughed hard and suggested with a smile: "Everyone, since you can't come up with a good debt repayment plan for the time being, why don't you listen to my professional advice?"
"Please speak, we are listening."
The delegates quickly showed their unique facial expressions. One second they were arguing and insulting each other, and the next second they were united under the banner of the People's Federation.
There is nothing we can do about it. Now they are like fish on the chopping board, to be slaughtered at will.
If we don't unite more, we will be swallowed up and become a miserable colony.
Given the devil's endless desire for souls, he might just treat humans like pigs in a pen.
“My proposal is simple.
Since you can't come up with 1.5 billion souls at once, why don't you try to change your mindset? For example, ignore the debt for the time being and extend the period directly through financing.
Then they continue to borrow money to clone humans or use artificial womb systems to reproduce and grow themselves, or even organize them to start wars and plunder the souls of other aliens.
At that time, you will not only be able to obtain more land, population and resources, but also be highly bound to the financial interests of Hell through debt and interest.
In this way, we will gradually form a community of interests.
Even if you encounter any difficulties at that time, I will do my best to help you.
After all, no one would really want to watch a goose that lays golden eggs die, right?"
As he said this, Alves' eyes revealed unparalleled sincerity, as if he was not a deadly debt collector at all, but a friend and reliable ally who put himself in the shoes of the earthlings.
"You mean... let's send out warships and troops to plunder and colonize other planets where civilizations have already emerged, just like during the Age of Exploration?"
With the English word, you will understand the meaning immediately.
As the most important participants in the Age of Discovery and the country that maintained maritime hegemony the longest, they began to make their mark in this field since the 16th century.
The famous King Henry VIII personally founded the later famous "Royal Navy" and spared no expense in building fast and flexible new warships, training officers and skilled sailors, laying the crucial foundation from zero to one for Elizabeth I to defeat the Spanish Armada.
So if you had to pick an expert on plunder, colonization and finance from among all the representatives present, he would definitely be the one.
Alves smiled and nodded: “That’s right.
First of all, you need to update your cognition.
That is, with the current technology and strength of the Earth, it may not be able to compare with overlords like the Kree Empire and the Shi'ar Empire in this universe, but it is no longer at the bottom of the food chain.
So you already have the most basic ability for colonial expansion.
Artificial intelligence, human cloning, and artificial womb ripening technology can solve the problem of insufficient population.
All you have to do is exaggerate the threat a little bit, change society's perception of ethics and morality through propaganda, and finally pass laws to allow these technologies to be used in the military field.
This way, you can expand without being limited by population constraints.
After all, whether they are clones or artificially mature humans, they are essentially human beings with independent personalities and souls.
It’s just that they have experienced too little, so the value of their souls is far less than that of a person who grows up normally, experiences birth, aging, sickness and death.
But if they live long enough, they can still become good soul currency.
At the same time, the souls of aliens killed in the war can also be used to repay debts.
I can't think of any reason to refuse such a good thing that kills two birds with one stone.
Compared with directly destroying a country with a population of more than one billion, the moral and public opinion pressure it has to endure is almost negligible.
Most importantly, you can also use the previous invasions of the Chitauri and the Dark Elves to incite public sentiment and shape a human supremacist ideology to divert the intense internal conflicts brought about by the technological explosion.
As far as I know, you don't need anybody to teach you about this, do you?"
As the last word came out of his mouth, the devil Alves took out a book titled "My Struggle" from his pocket and gently placed it in front of the five representatives with a half-smile on his face.
Because he could already imagine what would happen next.
The humans on this planet will soon be reenacting scenes from the past world wars, inciting hatred to make people hate aliens, and even killing them without any psychological burden and justifying the plundering of their property.
And once they have tasted the sweetness, everyone from top to bottom will fall into an inexplicable frenzy, and ultimately permanently change all aspects of their thoughts, social ideology, etc.
"At this point, it seems that we have no other choice."
One representative sighed helplessly.
"Yes, even if there is an abyss ahead, we have no choice but to jump in."
"Show us the new agreement."
"Star map! If we want to carry out colonial expansion, we first need a more detailed and complete star map."
"Leave the work of justifying the war to us. We are the most professional in this area."
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In just a few words, the fate of the earth and the future of mankind were decided in a secret meeting unknown to outsiders.
A certain South Asian country that felt good about itself did not even realize that it had just had a close call with death just a few minutes ago and was almost set up by two "good guys".
Its leader is currently giving an impassioned speech at the UN General Assembly, waving his arms, hoping to gain the support of more national representatives to join the innermost circle by demonstrating "population" and "strength".
Because these senior executives who have received elite education are well aware that due to the poor industrial level, they were unable to gain any share from the last international division of labor.
If this continues, as the gap in technological and industrial capabilities continues to widen, its influence and status will sooner or later decline to a level that is unbearable to watch.
Therefore, if we fail to take advantage of this last chance, we will really have to rely on selling human beings to survive in the future.
Of course, these power games and messy things have nothing to do with ordinary people.
After all, they have neither the qualifications to participate nor the channels to obtain first-hand information. Everything they see and hear on the Internet is the product of countless processed versions, and some of the information has been distorted to the point of being completely opposite to the original truth.
Whether they are angry opponents or happy supporters, ordinary people are ultimately puppets controlled by the hegemony of public opinion.
As for the so-called "independent thinking", how can we talk about it when we don't even know whether the information we get is true or false?
You have to know that when people make judgments, the most important basis is the information they can get about the matter and the logical reasoning based on the information.
However, the representatives who were discussing the new contract with Alves did not know that Hydra's leader Alexander Pierce had used his power to find out what had happened and was currently sitting in his home giving a pre-war mobilization speech to his men.
Yes, you read that right.
The old guy finally couldn't sit still and planned to use this opportunity to let Hydra dominate the world and become the only legitimate regime on Earth.
After all, the Human Rights Federation made such a huge mistake, which, once exposed, would definitely be enough to arouse the anger and dissatisfaction of people all over the world.
The most important thing is that the Avengers are now sent to the ninth level of Baator to capture traitors, and he has obtained a guarantee from the devil representatives stationed here that they will not interfere in human internal affairs.
If we don't take action now, when will we take action?
As the saying goes, "One minute on stage takes ten years of hard work off stage."
Since Hydra was reborn within SHIELD, they have been lurking for more than half a century. It can even be said that SHIELD is part of Hydra.
"Everyone, I won't say any more unnecessary nonsense.
You just need to remember one thing.
The future of mankind and the fate of the earth are in our hands.
The human world today is full of stupid, greedy, selfish worms.
How can we manage politics well and usher in an era of the stars and the sea by being with them?
Only we can abandon the ubiquitous internal friction, concentrate all power and make mankind great again.
For this, any sacrifice or cost is acceptable.
Take action now and let the people of the world see the ugliness of these dirty politicians and the cruel soul trading hidden behind them. "
When Alexander Pierce gave the order, the images and sounds in the conference room that Hydra had just captured using magic were directly uploaded to the public Internet and spread rapidly in a viral, decentralized manner.
In less than three or five minutes, this carefully edited short video of less than ten minutes was pushed to every electronic device, even some large electronic screen billboards.
As for the effect, it is of course quite explosive.
On some streets with heavy traffic, pedestrians gathered together to form a huge team in less than half a minute after watching the show.
shock!
fear!
Angry! Although at the beginning they just gathered together to express their opinions and criticize the government and officials for their inhumanity.
But this sentiment soon spread rapidly, turning into massive marches and even riots.
What's even more terrifying is that many police officers who were originally responsible for maintaining order, after figuring out what was happening, angrily took off their uniforms and joined in.
The advanced weapons and powered mechas that the government had equipped them with suddenly became a huge problem...
(End of this chapter)