Without the interference of Zuo Si, the absolute dictator, it even made many people in the delegation feel familiar and friendly, and they even wanted to join it earlier.
After all, there are no ethical restrictions in this lawful evil plane. As long as both parties are "voluntary" and there is a contract to prove it, whatever is done is reasonable and legal.
Even if one person treats another person as a pet, slave, or food.
That kind of almost absolute "freedom" even made some representatives from powerful families and with some unknown little hobbies light up with excitement, and the dark desires and evil thoughts in their hearts quickly magnified.
In their view, if their souls could enter such a place after their death, they would definitely be able to use their family's past rich experience to rise quickly and become one of those in power.
Then they quickly acquire wealth and resources through deception, plunder, and exploitation of the lower classes, and then taste those taboos that they have never tasted before.
Obviously, from the moment they set foot on Baator Hell, they were influenced and eroded by the evil aura shrouding this plane, and began to rush towards corruption and degeneration.
After all, among those who can climb to a high position, there are basically few who have clean bottoms. There are more or less dark sides and unspeakable secrets in their hearts.
Even Nick Fury himself began to want to completely control SHIELD, turning it into a powerful organization that only obeys his own orders, and eventually using it as a bargaining chip to gradually become the most powerful person on the entire planet.
This latent influence will not change one's character immediately, but will continue to act like a thorn in one's side, causing one's thoughts and behaviors to deviate in the direction of evil.
It can be predicted that after the representatives return, they will take root like seeds within the upper ruling class, slowly take root, sprout, and bloom into beautiful flowers emitting an evil fragrance.
And such souls that are completely integrated with darkness are the favorites of the devils.
Just as the group was shocked by the prosperity and bustle of this afterlife, as well as the demons, angels and various extra-dimensional creatures wandering around the streets, they did not realize that their every move was being watched by a pair of eyes standing on the top of a super skyscraper in the city center.
The owner of these eyes is none other than the Lord of Hell - Asmodeus.
At this moment, he was holding a glass of wine brewed from sinful souls, and without turning his head, he smiled and commented: "The souls of these mortals are quite good, and the evil level of some of them can even be almost the same as that of low-level demons.
Sometimes I am really curious about where you find so many souls that match the Hell plane alignment tendencies.
My young friend, the surprises you have given me lately are becoming more and more numerous and bigger.
You know what? In all my years of ruling Hell, this is the first time I have encountered the happy trouble of not having enough torture chambers and torturers.
The souls you brought back this time were so many that it was impossible to squeeze those souls that were evil and corrupt enough into energy.
Now the lords of other levels are beginning to respect you from the bottom of their hearts.
Even the usually arrogant Mephistopheles and Baalzebub were no exception.
Because all the lords can feel that you are more recognized and favored by the will of the plane than they are.
With such a huge influx of souls, the power of hell and the devil is becoming unprecedentedly strong.
Even the gods and other forces that once stood on our side began to become nervous and vigilant.
Especially on the front lines of bloody battles, even without the help of external forces, we can still fight back and forth with the endless demons, without having to worry about the enemy using overwhelming numbers to win a battle. "
"That's a good thing, isn't it? After all, relying on external forces will never be as strong as one's own strength. Besides, there is a proverb among mortals that says, wild beasts always walk alone, while cattle and sheep travel in herds."
Zuo Si raised the cup with a smile and gestured to the Lord of Hell, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
Of course, the wine he drank was not brewed with souls, but simply a kind of sparkling drink that was a specialty of the Ninth Layer and was famous for its unique and stimulating taste.
However, this thing is somewhat toxic and ordinary people are definitely not able to consume it.
Otherwise, after just a few drinks, you would probably die on the spot.
But for alien creatures with higher physical attributes and the ability to resist or be immune to toxins, such stimulation is just enough to make them feel excited and happy.
Asmodeus praised generously: "This is one of the reasons why I like you.
Unlike lords at other levels who always like to fight for power internally, you can always think and solve problems from a more macro perspective and from the root.
Maybe it has something to do with your unique soul and abilities, or maybe it has something to do with your upbringing.
But what is certain is that you will rarely be bound by existing rules and regulations.
When the rules and laws are not in your favor, you will try to change and subvert them instead of blindly looking for so-called loopholes.
This is a very rare and uncommon talent among the lawful faction."
“You flatter me too much.
Rather than following rules made by others, I actually prefer to make rules for others to follow, that is, to be the source of order rather than a part of it.
Because those who only know how to follow and exploit existing rules will never be able to climb to the highest position.
Just like all the level lords in Baator who tried to overthrow you and replace you.
They don't even understand the true meaning of lawful evil, nor do they understand the nature hidden behind the numerous laws.
If you want to be challenged to become the Lord of Hell, the first thing you need to do is not to play with power, politics, and conspiracy, but to deeply integrate your thoughts and actions into the will of the plane.
Otherwise, if you are always restricted by those cumbersome and complicated laws, no matter how long you prepare, you will not have even the slightest chance of winning. "
Zuo Si pursed his lips and in a nonchalant tone revealed what could be said to be the biggest lie and secret in the entire Baator Hell.
Although there are many legends and rumors about Asmodeus becoming the Lord of Hell, including "the twin snakes of good and evil", "the first fallen angel", "seizing the throne by usurping the throne", etc., the true situation is basically impossible to verify.
But if you take a closer look at the political structure, laws, and rules of Hell, you can see that it is simply a daydream to want to defeat Asmodeus within this framework.
This is just like if you abide by the laws of a country, you will never be able to overthrow the existing ruling class.
After all, the law is the embodiment of the will of the ruling class, and its function is to fundamentally safeguard the interests of the ruling class.
They are both the rule maker and the referee. What can you use to play against them?
Therefore, the only way to defeat Asmodeus and become the new Lord of Hell is to break all the rules and seal or kill him through violent means.
But those level lords did not see this point, and always tried to achieve this goal through political and military means.
The result was that they were easily suppressed during the Great Purge, without even making a splash, let alone threatening Asmodeus' position.
Of course, analyzing from another perspective, perhaps this is precisely because Asmodeus successfully utilized the devil's innate lawfulness.
"Haha, in the entire Baator Hell, you are the only one who can see the essence of these contracts, laws, and power. If I didn't know that you have no intention of doing this, I would probably have to sleep with one eye open."
Asmodeus' eyes glowed with a deep, evil red light.
There is no doubt that this is the highest level of recognition and praise from the Lord of Hell.
Zuo Si responded very modestly: "I am not stupid enough to challenge your absolute authority in Hell, and I am not interested in wasting my precious time on these boring fights. Because compared with other level lords, I have more and better choices."
Asmodeus stared at the delegations touring the area and nodded in agreement. "Yes, I totally agree. But then again, you're not really planning to turn all of them into devils under your command, are you?"
"No, of course not.
You know, I often have very high demands on my subordinates.
And like to use reward and punishment mechanisms to stimulate creativity.
In my opinion, instead of turning them into monsters directly, it is better to give them a goal and hope to strive for.
Then let them return to their own world to do business, and continuously send more sinful souls over.
In this way, the whole world will slowly tilt towards the lawful evil camp.
Of course, we must also ensure the presence of kindness in this process.
Only in this way can we create a wonderful drama in which goodness falls into darkness and evil regains light, fully displays the complexity and diversity of human nature, and gain precious souls who truly understand darkness and evil. "
After saying that, Zuo Si put down the empty cup in his hand, stood up, and stood on the top of the building with the Lord of Hell, looking down at this huge city that he had built with his own hands.
Although he is still in human form, the evil aura emanating from his soul is no less than that of Asmodeus beside him.
"Darkness is born from light, and light is born from darkness. It sounds interesting. Tell me, where did you get this inspiration from?" Asmodeus asked with interest.
Zuo Si smiled and replied, "From a universe that is extremely dark, extremely depressing, full of madness and cruelty, but there is always a glimmer of hope.
There, all life exudes astonishing malice.
This malice forms an indescribable horrific projection in a spiritual and soul world called the subspace.
And these projected entities in turn affect the real universe.
The two are intertwined and influence each other, eventually forming a terrible vicious circle.
But even in such places, there are still people who show precious qualities such as bravery, dedication, sacrifice, loyalty, and kindness.
Although most of their endings ended in tragedy.
Believe me, if you see that kind of soul, where evil and good intertwine and shine brightly in the final moments, you will be deeply fascinated by it. "
"It's really fascinating. Such a world must have a lot of precious evil souls. If possible, I really hope to see it with my own eyes."
Asmodeus' tone revealed undisguised envy.
He could fully foresee how many wonderful dramas would be performed every day in a time and space like this that could drive mortals crazy, and how many people would fall into darkness out of despair.
"I'm very sorry, but I can't fulfill this wish.
Due to the unique rules of that universe, a devil king like you who is believed and worshiped by countless people will most likely enter the subspace and become a new evil god once you show up.
Maybe I'll be left there forever.
I really can't imagine what will happen to Baator without your rule."
Zuo Si obviously understood the implication of the Lord of Hell's words, so he chose to refuse very straightforwardly.
After all, even he himself did not dare to come down, he just created a Shuoyou incarnation.
Asmors sighed with regret: "Well, it seems that I can only wait for you to send the soul of that universe to Baator. You know, what we lack now is not quantity, but quality."
"Don't worry, it won't be long before you get enough high-quality evil souls."
Zuo Si gave the guarantee without hesitation.
"Then I'll look forward to it a little.
Oh, by the way, speaking of performance, I almost forgot about the reward I should give you.
After all, ever since you became the lord of the ninth level, you have been the one who has obtained the most souls among all the lords of all levels.
Even the taxes paid alone reached the total of all other lords combined.
As a Lord of Hell who clearly distinguishes rewards and punishments, I will not ignore this."
As he spoke, Asmodeus took out a scepter from his arms that glowed with dark golden light, with a huge black gem inlaid on the front.
"This is..."
Zuo Si was obviously not sure what this thing was.
Because what he saw with his magical vision was not a scepter, but an abstract thing similar to authority hidden inside the scepter, which was composed of countless runes, rules and energies.
"It is the embodiment of the rules of the Hell Plane. It is also a divine weapon with a powerful sealing ability. It can even be used to directly imprison a god. In addition, it also symbolizes your status as the most powerful person in Hell."
Asmodeus handed the scepter directly to him.
Zuo Si took it subconsciously, and instantly felt that the devil's power was dramatically enhanced with the blessing of the scepter. It felt like he had taken back something that originally belonged to him.
In order to test the power of the scepter, he directly aimed at the Chaos Hound Kozef, who had been following him like a pet.
The next second...
This ancient evil creature, whose power was comparable to that of a demigod, was completely absorbed along with its separate brain.
Through the dense runes and rules of power on the surface of the scepter, one can vaguely see Kozef, who has regained his freedom, roaring and cursing madly, trying to break the seal and escape from inside.
But unfortunately, no matter how it impacted or how it used its quasi-divine power to bite and devour those runes, it was ultimately blocked back by an invisible force.
With just a thought, the Chaos Hound that had just been sealed and regained its freedom was released again.
However, only the body and the brain made of the "ultimate craftsmanship", a sacred artifact given by Gunder, the god of craftsmen, were released, while its real brain was still kept in the seal.
"Can this scepter really imprison gods?"
Zuo Si immediately showed a look of surprise.
Because being able to imprison ancient evils is basically equivalent to imprisoning demigods or even weaker divine powers.
"sure.
But the prerequisite is that they don't resist, or you beat them until they lose the ability to resist.
In fact, the core of this scepter was originally a tool I prepared for a secret plan.
But now I no longer need it, so I'll give it to you as a gift and reward.
Finally, I wish you all the best in your plans in other worlds and even in the universe.”
As the last word came out of his mouth, Asmodeus disappeared instantly.
This is not some teleportation magic, but part of the power of the Lord of Hell.
As long as he wants, he can appear in any corner of Baator Hell at any time, even the palace of lords from other levels.
Of course, after obtaining the scepter, Zuo Si can now do this easily.
As soon as Asmodeus left, the succubus queen Mecanthut, who was waiting beside him like a maid, walked up to him with light steps, knelt on one knee, took up Zuo Si's hand and kissed it affectionately, and then said in a seductive voice: "Father, I have put the new oil into our oil sea as you requested. Now, it is growing naturally at a slow speed. But this requires a lot of soul energy."
"Oh? You mean, this new type of Shuo Oil is compatible with the original Shuo Oil?"
Zuo Si reached out his hand and gently stroked Mekanxu's delicate and beautiful cheek and asked back.
The latter immediately showed an expression of enjoyment and joy, and nodded slightly: "Yes, father.
This new type of oil seems to be very sensitive to soul energy.
Once discovered, it will devour it madly and continue to grow stronger.
With its help, the process of completing the soul will be at least ten times faster than normal.
It only takes a few seconds for a low-level devil to recognize himself as a member of New Phyrexia."
"It's just as I expected. Your next task is to draw out a portion of the energy and cultivate this new type of oil. It will come in handy in my next plan."
Zuo Si gave the order directly.
To put it simply, the Warhammer universe's Warp is an ocean of souls and spirits, so it was expected that he would create Warp Oil No. 40, which could continuously strengthen itself by absorbing the energy squeezed out of souls.
Through this method, it is possible to completely bypass the spying and surveillance of the four evil gods of the subspace and give the other party a huge surprise at the right time.
After all, utilizing resources from different time and space is one of the greatest advantages of the planeswalker.
No matter how sinister, cunning, treacherous and calculating Tzeentch is, he can never know what is happening outside his own universe.
"As you wish."
Mecanthus bowed his head and saluted the master who gave him new life, then stood up and turned away reluctantly.
Less than a minute after she left, a female figure shrouded in darkness slowly walked out from the dark corner, took off her hood and revealed a pale high elf face. It was Sylvanas who had just returned from the bloody front line.
Perhaps because she had killed so many people in the bloody battle, the dark queen's body was filled with powerful strength, even surpassing many great demons who were not lords of the plane.
The most important thing is that there is no longer any confusion or hatred in Sylvanas's red eyes, as if she has finally walked out of the shadow of the past.
"You look good."
Zuo Si turned sideways and greeted him.
Sylvanas responded with emotion: "Because I have figured it out. Rather than dwelling on the pain and hatred of the past, it is better to let it go and embrace the future. Is your previous promise still valid?"
"Of course, my promise will always stand.
As long as you want, you can bring Nathanos with you to revive at any time, breathe fresh air again, and feel the beauty that life brings.
And if you perform your mission well, I can even grant you eternal life."
Zuo Si stated the conditions very straightforwardly.
He really lacks people who can take charge of things on his own right now.
"In that case, let's complete this deal."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Nathanos walked out of the darkness, bent down and bowed deeply to the master he was about to serve.
"No problem, I can start now."
As he spoke, Zuo Si forcibly pulled the souls of the two people out of the dead bodies, then released two Nine Ring Divine Arts [Complete Resurrection] on the entities, and then stuffed the souls back.
When the body and soul merged into one again, he finally activated the power of the Planeswalker and directly made it into a double follower card.
After all, he promised to keep Sylvanas and Nathanos together forever.
…
At the same time, Nick Fury and his delegation have left the huge cyberpunk city and headed for the West Coast Empire of Faerun and the vast universe where the planet Azeroth is located.
Not only did he witness the terrifying power of magic in the process, but he also got to visit the terrifying black hole that was created by the explosion.
In order to leave a deep impression on them, the diary also deliberately let the Sun Knight Davian and the Seraph Nimidona perform their unique skills of crushing stars with bare hands and extinguishing stars respectively to liven up the atmosphere.
The attitude of not taking the planet seriously at all scared the entire delegation.
After the tour was over and they returned to the Earth of the Marvel Universe, these people stood there for a long time without being able to recover.
Because those horrific scenes were too stimulating for them who had not yet left their home planet.
Anyone who finds out that his or her proud civilization is just an ant that can be crushed at will in the eyes of others would probably not feel very good.
"Mr. Balthazar, I sincerely thank you and your master for your openness and kindness. However, regarding the matter of exchanging souls for protection, we need to hold a meeting to discuss it. After all, this matter involves a lot of aspects, and I don't have the authority to give a definite answer immediately."
Nick Fury licked his dry lips and explained carefully.
At this moment, he no longer had any of his usual strength. Instead, he looked like a humble black slave talking to his slave master.
Balthazar nodded very kindly: "Of course, please go ahead, the master is not in a hurry anyway. If you don't mind, can I walk around your planet? You know, I haven't really appreciated the scenery and cultural landscape here yet."
"It is our honor. Coulson, you will accompany this distinguished guest on a tour. All expenses will be reimbursed by the Bureau."
Nick Fury handed this important task to his most trusted subordinate without hesitation, and took all the experts in the team directly to the headquarters, intending to immediately notify the Security Council to hold an emergency meeting and display all the information collected and the impact data shot on this trip, so that those who hold the highest power can make the right judgment.
In his opinion, this third kind of contact was far more serious than the last time the Skrulls and the Kree appeared.
At least these two groups of aliens are far from being able to crush the planet easily.
As for Zuo Si, who has never shown up, Nick Fury has already classified him as a "devil", which is basically equivalent to the omnipotent God.
After watching the delegation board the bus and disappear at the end of the road, Coulson, who had also suffered a huge blow in his heart, finally strengthened his spirit and forced a smile and asked, "Mr. Balthazar, where do you want to visit?"
"Any place will do, as long as there are more people and it's more lively." Balthazar said indifferently.
"In that case, I'll take you to the city center first. If you like anything, please don't hesitate to buy it, because the director just said that all expenses can be reimbursed."
Coulson teased in a half-joking tone.
After all, Nick Fury's stinginess is an open secret known to the entire SHIELD from top to bottom.
Unless the expense is reasonable or necessary, it would be a daydream to want to deduct some money from him.
It is absolutely the first time in history that we can use public funds for eating, drinking and having fun like we do now.
You have to know that the last time I met with a military general, the two of us only ordered two hamburgers, two cups of Coke, and a large portion of French fries at a hamburger restaurant, and the total amount did not exceed twenty dollars.
Even so, the director still asked the other party to pay.
"No, thank you. I have my own money."
Balthazar rejected the other party's kindness very straightforwardly and took out a handful of glittering gold coins from the dimensional bag he carried with him.
Unlike the low-gold coins circulating in the West Coast Empire, these are gold coins minted in the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell. Not only do they use 99.99% high-purity gold, but they also have simple magic attached to ensure that the gold will not corrode or wear out during long-term circulation.
“Gold…gold coins?!”
Coulson was stunned.
Although he himself had no knowledge of the value of precious metals, he was sure that this handful weighed at least over 200 ounces, which converted into metric units is six kilograms, and is worth at least tens or even two hundred thousand dollars.
And from the nonchalant expression on his face, it was not difficult to tell that there must be more in that inconspicuous little bag.
Balthazar smiled and nodded. "Yes, gold coins. As far as I know, in most places in the multiverse, gold is used as a general equivalent currency and has a very high value. In order to facilitate activities, I brought about several thousand tons this time."
After hearing these words, not only Coulson was stunned, but also the other agents who followed him were stunned.
Because this amount of gold is enough to trigger a terrible financial storm on Earth.
After all, the U.S. government, which holds the largest amount of gold, currently only has seven or eight thousand tons of gold bars in its vaults.
But the man in front of him, wearing a humble monk's robe, actually used thousands of tons of gold coins as pocket money for his travels.
However, soon, Coulson, a veteran agent who had seen big scenes, came to his senses first, and quickly realized that behind the other party was a huge force that controlled countless planets.
Gold, which seems extremely rare and precious to earthlings, may be seen by others as just the amount mined from a meteorite or asteroid in a few days.
The other party has almost unlimited resources, which is something that humans today cannot compare to at all.
After realizing this, Coulson couldn't help but sigh with a wry smile: "Well, it seems that money and wealth are nothing to you.
However, I do not recommend that you use these coins directly, which are made of gold.
Because in our world the history of gold as currency has long ended.
You can take them to the bank and exchange them for the banknotes we use.
In addition, I suggest you change your clothes and apply for a bank card.
This is your identity on our planet, and we have taken care of it all for you.”
"Then lead the way."
Balthazar took the credentials issued by SHIELD and walked straight into a black SUV.
About three or five seconds later, the two cars started and headed straight for the nearest bank.
…
On the other side, in the secret meeting room of SHIELD headquarters, all the experts and representatives of the Security Council have now gathered together.
What the former saw and heard along the way was being played on a huge electronic screen, and at every key point, people in related fields would stand up to give detailed explanations and illustrations.
The whole process lasted for a full five hours, and it was not until the huge black hole created by the explosion appeared in front of everyone that it finally ended.
Although such a long meeting has greatly consumed the energy of everyone present, normally everyone should be thirsty and hungry.
This is especially true for older people.
But no one wanted to adjourn the meeting at the moment.
The reason is simple! External stimulation makes their nerves highly tense and excited, so that they ignore their own physical condition.
"Everyone, I think you should already be very clear about the situation that the Earth and humanity are facing now.
What appears before us is not just an alien civilization, but a demon god who possesses terrifying supernatural powers and the huge forces under his command.
In the face of such overwhelming force, we are actually no different from ants.
Not to mention fighting back, even if all the nuclear bombs on the earth were detonated at the same time, they would not be able to cause any harm to the other side.
So I suggest accepting the olive branch offered by the other party and accepting the protection in exchange for your soul.
In this way, we only need to satisfy this powerful demon god and no longer need to worry about any threats from outer space or other universes. "
Nick Fury stood in the center of the meeting room and made a summary speech as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., while expressing his own views.
"But what does the other party want to do with so many human souls?" asked a representative with a frown.
“Maybe it’s out of some kind of fun that we don’t understand, or maybe it’s to gain strength from it.
After all, with the information we currently have, we have no way of judging what such an extraordinary being wants to do.
But what is certain is that the world after death is real.
Living there is actually not much different from being alive there. You can still enjoy fine wine, delicious food, and various entertainments.
Even the system is the electoral system we are familiar with.
Many local residents have retained some memories of their previous lives, and they all come from different worlds.
Compared to letting the soul go to an uncertain place after death, this is already a very good choice.
Moreover, by offering extra souls, we can also exchange them for some very advanced knowledge and technology."
Another expert wearing glasses expressed his opinion.
The representative pondered for a moment, and finally responded with a serious face: "Okay, I admit that what you said makes sense.
After all, compared with the invisible and intangible heaven, this predictable afterlife is obviously more reassuring.
However, this matter must be kept strictly confidential.
Otherwise, once those fanatical religious believers find out, the consequences will be disastrous.
Another thing is to try to win over Mr. Balthazar who is staying on Earth as an envoy.
Whether it's money or beauty, as long as he has these interests, I will try my best to satisfy him."
"Um... sorry, I think this might be a little difficult."
The corners of Nick Fury's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.
"Why?" the representative asked in surprise.
"Because the wealth possessed by Mr. Balthazar is probably far beyond our imagination.
The weight of the gold coins he carried with him as pocket money alone reached five thousand tons.
Just now, he sold part of his gold and directly topped the Forbes magazine with a net worth of up to 250 billion US dollars.
As for beauty, I think with so much money, there will be countless female stars and models vying to climb into his bed. "
After that, Nick Fury took out his mobile phone and showed the lively scene taking place in front of the bank.
Countless reporters scrambled to interview Balthazar, who was dressed in a suit and tie.
The bankers next to him, who had just teamed up to complete the purchase of gold coins, were beaming with joy. They pulled his hands and tried to get close to him, as if they were looking at a walking mountain of gold.
As for Coulson and several SHIELD agents, they were almost going crazy at this moment.
They originally thought that the so-called exchange was just to exchange tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of dollars for enough to spend.
But who would have thought that Balthazar did not follow the usual practice and directly poured out a mountain of gold coins from his dimensional bag, causing a tsunami in the financial circle.
Those well-informed reporters rushed to the scene in less than twenty minutes like sharks smelling blood.
"Damn it! His identity isn't exposed, right?"
Another representative stood up from his chair with a bang, and his movements were so quick that it was impossible to tell that he was a man in his sixties.
Nick Fury quickly replied: "Don't worry, we have already obtained a legal identity certificate for him, as well as a complete birth record and family background.
All the outside world knows now is that American citizen Balthazar became the world's richest man overnight.
The only question is how to give this money a reasonable and legal source.
You have to know that it is thousands of tons of gold coins, even if it is a national level, it is not something that can be taken out casually. "
When this matter was mentioned, Nick Fury felt a headache.
He couldn't believe that such a big commotion had occurred so soon after he left his nose. At the same time, he made up his mind to send someone to teach Balthazar the common sense of life on Earth as soon as he returned.
Otherwise, if I do this every day, I will probably have a heart attack soon.
Little did they know that Balthazar was not ignorant of common sense on Earth, but was just deliberately acting in a high-profile manner according to the instructions in the diary.
"Don't bother! Call the families behind those banks right now and tell them to shut up.
The rest is up to you to handle.
Whether it's an inheritance or thousands of years of wealth accumulated by an ancient hidden family, it makes the whole thing look a little more normal.
From now on, you must assign someone to protect this messenger, and no accidents can happen again."
The Security Council representative stood up and gave the order with a serious expression.
"Understood! I promise that something like this will never happen again."
Nick Fury quickly nodded and agreed.
Don't be fooled by his arrogant appearance outside. He pretends to be the FBI today and the CIA tomorrow. He doesn't even give face to the US military.
But he still has to act like a grandson in front of the Security Council.
Because the other party is not only his financial sponsor, but also the endorser of SHIELD's huge power.
Without the authorization of the Security Council, it would be difficult for them to even carry out legal activities around the world.
"very good!"
The representative who received a positive answer showed a satisfied look, and then continued, "The matter of exchanging souls for protection has been decided for the time being.
However, how the exchange will be carried out and what kind of knowledge and technology we can obtain still need to be discussed in detail.
That's all for today.
After you go back, please have a good rest and relax. We will hold the second round of consultations in 48 hours.
I now declare this meeting adjourned..."
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