Although in the writings of the famous left-wing writer Mark Twain, it has beautiful scenery and is full of romanticism.

But in fact, this is the most economically backward, poorest, and most racially discriminatory area in the United States. It is also the breeding ground for various extremist organizations and cults.

In particular, voodoo, which was spread from Dahomey to Haiti and then from Haiti, has long taken root in this land.

In addition, due to the vast land and sparse population, many people who are not well educated and very stubborn and stupid often have an inexplicable fanaticism for religion and the mysticism.

Some farms or ranches that are registered under the name of a certain religious sect are actually tools used by cults to make money.

They simply treat the so-called believers as free slaves in modern society, making them do heavy physical labor every day without paying a penny, and brainwashing them every day.

They even induce men in families to offer their wives and daughters to high-level figures such as religious leaders to prove their piety to "God".

Of course, if it is just about making money and satisfying personal desires, it is nothing. Although it is evil and despicable, at least it has not reached the level of being expelled from the "human race".

But among the many cults, a small number of people are truly mentally ill and engage in a series of cruel and insane rituals including human sacrifice and suicide.

Coupled with the added bonus of the proliferation of guns, the local police force, with its pitiful strength, dared not even intervene.

As long as there is no big trouble and no exposure by the media, the two sides basically keep to themselves.

In some places, police are simply members of cults, specifically providing cover for the organization and providing important information in a timely manner.

If they are just a group of psychopaths and lunatics with weapons, they are nothing to SHIELD, which has the support of the Security Council. They can be easily eliminated by sending out two special operations teams.

But the question is, what if someone in these cults accidentally gains supernatural magical powers?

At this moment, in the barn of an abandoned farm, Coulson and a group of agents stood in front of a "Tree of Life" made up of incomplete corpses, staring at this bloody and cruel "artwork" with grim faces.

Especially the young pregnant woman who was nailed to the front in a big letter shape, had a strange and happy smile on her face.

After careful observation and testing, an autopsy technician who was responsible for providing technical support reported in a heavy tone with a hint of fear: "These bodies should have died three days ago. They should have been dismembered while they were still alive. They have not rotted due to the effect of some unknown energy."

"What? Dismembered alive! What's with the weird expressions on their faces? Can't these people feel pain? Or have they taken a large amount of hallucinogens and anesthetics?" Coulson asked with a frown.

"I'm sorry, the exact reason is still unclear, but no signs of drug use were found in the blood residue."

The technicians quickly gave a negative answer.

Although as a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., he had seen many "shocking" scenes, but this was the first time he had seen something as terrifying as the one before him.

If nothing unexpected happens, I'll probably have to receive psychological counseling after this field mission is over.

Otherwise, I would probably have nightmares for weeks or even months.

"Damn it! This is the fourth incident this month, and each time the death toll is over 30. If we don't find and eliminate this evil cult quickly, the situation will definitely get worse and worse."

Clint Barton couldn't help but curse under his breath.

As a top-ranked thug in the bureau, it was natural for him to not be absent from a mission like this that required strong personal combat power.

In fact, Hawkeye has participated in more than seven operations related to supernatural powers in the past one or two months, and each time he played an unexpectedly key role.

Through the research, copying and reverse engineering of certain black technologies and magical items, some of the arrows he used were able to penetrate various low-level shields.

This is exactly what firearms cannot do.

Coulson ignored Hawkeye who was venting his emotions, and directly asked the Divine Monk who was holding the title of consultant: "Mr. Balthazar, can you get any useful clues from these broken bodies?"

“Hmm - how should I put it? Although I don’t know much about magic, I can see that all the corpses have been blessed with necromancy spells.

As to whether it is arcane magic, divine magic, or some kind of spell-like ability, it is difficult to judge for the time being.

But what is certain is that all these ritual actions may have been related to sacrifice.

If I'm not mistaken, they are trying to distort the souls of the dead and create their own god."

Balthazar expressed his judgment expressionlessly.

"What? Create a god!"

Coulson's face changed drastically.

Because he already knew from his previous visits that even the weakest god had the ability to easily destroy a planet.

If one of these things appeared on Earth, the consequences would be absolutely catastrophic.

Balthazar smiled and waved his hand when he saw this: “Don’t be nervous, the god I’m referring to here is not a real god, but the god that this cult thinks it is.

Its real name should be some kind of powerful magical creature, or more precisely, a cursed creature.

Perhaps with enough time, such a cursed creature will continue to absorb twisted souls and fanatical beliefs, gradually gain divinity, and then become a terrible evil god. "

Hearing that it was not a real god, Coulson was obviously relieved and continued to ask: "Then how difficult do you think this cursed creature is to deal with?"

“It depends on whether it’s a spirit or a physical body.

Usually, the ones with physical bodies are a little easier to deal with.

At least that's how it looks to you.

But if it is a spirit, weapons like guns will be useless, and only magic and energy can really cause damage to it.

In addition, as a cursed creature, it should have many spell-like abilities.

For example, a terrible curse could be cast on a person instantly, causing him to lose his strength, physique, agility and other attributes, turning him from a healthy and strong man into a weak person who can't even walk without gasping for breath.

For example, absorbing vitality and strength through touch can lead to death after a few touches.

The most terrifying thing is that once it enters a densely populated city and starts killing people, it only needs to kill tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people for its power to quickly expand to an unimaginable level.

When a city's population of millions dies..."

Having said this, Balthazar paused and deliberately did not state the final conclusion, but the implication was already very obvious.

With so many souls, so much fear, resentment and other negative emotions gathered together, even if they cannot become gods, they will become something like divine evil or ancient evil.

You must know that in the continent of Faerun, sacrificing the deaths of thousands to tens of thousands of people in a city can cause extremely serious consequences, not to mention the large urban areas of millions or tens of millions in modern society on Earth, as well as a large number of dark, corrupt, and fallen souls.

"Fuck!"

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, even a good-natured man like Coulson couldn't help but swear. He then turned around and roared at his men, "Quick! Investigate all surveillance videos within a radius of 50 kilometers immediately! No matter who these guys are, I want to know where they are within 24 hours!"

"Yes! Sir!"

The agents were obviously frightened by the horrific scene described by Balthazar. Without wasting even a second, they rushed out and drove to a nearby place equipped with surveillance cameras.

Since this place happens to be a large area of ​​farms and pastures, there are very few residents and surveillance cameras, so it would probably take some effort just to scan it once.

Fortunately, after Coulson reported the situation, SHIELD immediately sent more people.

To be exact, Nick Fury was almost scared to jump out of his chair when he learned about this.

Especially in the field of magic, SHIELD currently has very little information, which can even be described as almost nothing.

This means that they must believe what Balthazar says 100%.

Because no one dares to bet whether this matter will develop in the worst direction.

After all the agents left the barn of the farm and began to act separately, Coulson rubbed his face, which was getting older and older due to working overtime, staying up late, and anxiety every day, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and ask Balthazar for knowledge in this regard.

As a result, I saw the other party was fiddling with the mobile phone he had just received and seemed to be chatting with someone.

This relaxed attitude undoubtedly made him speechless. He kept complaining in his heart that the other party was going to explode, but the other party was still acting like nothing had happened. However, he still couldn't help but ask, "Who are you talking to?"

Without even looking up, Balthazar responded, "My personal assistant."

"You have a dedicated assistant?"

Coulson's mouth opened in surprise.

After all, he had been following this messenger from another world almost every day these days, but he had never seen him recruit assistants or subordinates.

“It was those banks that equipped me.

You should know that I have deposits of tens of billions of dollars in several banks, so I can enjoy the highest level of service.

And this exclusive assistant is one of them.

In fact, I now have about a dozen personal assistants, and whatever I want to do, I just give them a call and it's done.

Even if it means buying a plane or a luxury yacht."

Balthazar said something infuriating in a nonchalant tone.

Even a professionally trained agent like Coulson who didn't care much about money suddenly felt upset, but he still had to force a smile and tentatively asked, "What are you talking about? Isn't it about investment, finance, stocks, bonds, etc.?"

"No, of course not, I'm not interested in making more money.

What's more, if I'm short of money, I can always ask my master for tens of thousands of tons of gold, or take out technology that is decades or hundreds of years ahead of the world.

The assistant sent me a message because someone gave me an invitation letter, which seemed to want me to attend the opening ceremony of something called Stark Industrial Expo.

If I remember correctly, the current owner of this company, Tony Stark, should be the Iron Man who has been active around the world recently?

I have to say, his behavior is quite high-profile, and he is very, very proud and conceited, and a little bit childish, just like a spoiled child. "

Balthazar looked at the massive amount of news reports displayed on the screen of his mobile phone and gave his evaluation of this "superhero" very straightforwardly.

Coulson nodded in agreement: "I completely agree with you.

But Mr. Stark is a rare genius scientist on earth, and the director has very high expectations of him.

Perhaps we will need his wisdom in the near future.

But compared to going to the Stark Industrial Expo, I am more concerned about how to deal with the current issue of cults?

You know, we don’t want to have large-scale civilian casualties.”

"Don't worry, if things really get out of control, I will take action myself."

Balthazar made his promise straightforwardly.

As a man who was once lawful good and is now lawful neutral, he certainly will not sit idly by and watch civilians being massacred by evil forces.

But that doesn't mean he will become a firefighter and a babysitter.

Especially when the protection agreement has not yet been signed.

"Um...how many casualties does unmanageable mean?" Coulson asked uncertainly.

Balthazar thought for a moment and replied, "One hundred thousand people, maybe. Once more than one hundred thousand souls are devoured, it will become a bit troublesome to deal with. I'm afraid that when I go all out, I might accidentally blow up the planet under my feet."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back, leaving Coulson alone standing in a daze in front of the creepy corpse tree.

It took several minutes for the latter to recover from his shock and call his director again to report the situation.

Maybe the word "star-bursting" can be regarded as a joke when it comes from other people's mouth, but when it comes from Balthazar's mouth, it must be treated as the truth.

Because the other party has demonstrated the ability to shatter stars with bare hands, and more than once, and more than one person.

Just as SHIELD was busy from top to bottom, Hydra hiding in the dark also began its own actions.

Ever since they learned that this unknown cult was creating something that had the potential to become a god, they had quickly tracked down the other party's location with their own unique underground intelligence network, and then launched their action without hesitation.

As the snakehead in North America, Alexander Pierce even activated his trump card - the Winter Soldier.

At this moment, Bucky Barnes, fully armed, was standing outside a highway motel. He raised the rocket launcher in his hand, aimed at one of the rooms and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!!!!!!

A dazzling tail flame was seen flying through the air, and the warhead filled with high explosives and small steel balls specially designed to kill infantry units shattered the window and entered the room, causing a violent explosion.

Half of the body of one unlucky guy even flew out of the broken window in the explosion, and charred intestines and minced meat were scattered everywhere.

You know, nothing is more lethal to a person than detonating a bomb filled with small steel balls indoors.

Almost no flesh and blood body could withstand such an attack.

Even if you wear a bulletproof vest and a bulletproof helmet, the probability of survival will not exceed ten percent.

"superior!"

The Winter Soldier dropped the launcher in his hand and waved the metal arm to signal the Hydra action team behind him to enter the room to search.

But just when these people had just shot dead the frightened innkeeper, a burst of black smoke quickly gushed out from the bombed room and enveloped the entire hotel at an extremely fast speed.

The next second...

The eerie and terrifying laughter echoed in the ears of every living person.

“Hahahahahahahaha—”

In a flash, the Hydra action team that rushed into the first floor of the hotel let out screams of terror.

“Ah ...

"Monster! There's a monster! Retreat quickly!"

"No! No! Don't come over here! Don't come over here!"

"Fire! Fire!"

"Fuck! Bullets are useless against it!"

"We can't get out! All the windows and doors are blocked by an unknown force field!"

…

For a moment, the sounds of gunfire, explosions, roars, and wails of death were intertwined together.

After everything returned to calm, the terrifying black fog finally disappeared completely, leaving only the mutilated corpses lying all over the floor of the hall, with an expression of fear on each face.

Just as the Winter Soldier wanted to get closer to figure out the situation, a black shadow suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and suddenly raised his head to reveal a distorted face that could not be described in words.

This unknown creature slowly opened its mouth to reveal a row of teeth stained with blood, and spat out a dozen broken fingers from its mouth, and finally disappeared out of thin air.

The terror that struck the soul directly was so terrifying that even a tool like Bucky Barnes, who had been brainwashed for a long time and only knew how to follow orders, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go in, a voice suddenly came from the communication device in his ear.

"Terminate the operation immediately! Retreat!"

Upon hearing the order, the Winter Soldier got on his motorcycle and left without saying a word, and before leaving he did not forget to set the motel on fire.

At the same time, Alexander Pierce, who was far away at home, had just watched the entire horrific massacre through the recorders worn by the members of the action team. He turned around and asked his men: "What do you think that was?"

"It's impossible to be sure. But it is definitely not afraid of light weapons such as guns and rocket launchers. Even large-caliber artillery and missiles may not have any effect." Sitwell wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied.

Obviously, the scene just now gave him a huge shock, so much so that his heart rate is now more than twice the usual rate.

Especially the last movement that was obviously rushing towards the camera, it was as if he had discovered himself.

"This is the power of necromancy! It's terrifying and fascinating, isn't it?"

Alexander Pierce raised the glass, tilted his head back and drank the whiskey in it. Instead of showing any fear, he became extremely excited.

Yes!

Just excited!

Alexander Pierce was obviously more interested in the magic part than the science part.

After all, obsession with supernatural powers is a tradition of the Hydra organization.

Moreover, he already knew clearly that the master behind Balthazar was an absolute demon.

Sitwell gritted his teeth and replied: "Yes, it is indeed terrifying and fascinating. But the problem is that we don't have the means to control it now. You can see that even the Winter Soldier can't pose any threat to this monster."

"That is why we need to acquire relevant knowledge. After all, the door to mystery has been opened. All we need to do is offer gifts and loyalty to the demon god in exchange for his generous gift."

As he said this, Alexander Pierce's eyes flashed a strange red light.

“You…what are you doing?!”

Sitwell obviously sensed something was wrong. All the muscles in his body tensed up and he kept swallowing his saliva.

But Alexander Pierce smiled indifferently, rolled up his sleeves to reveal the glowing and hot mark on his arm, and said meaningfully: "I have been enlightened, a great enlightenment, can you understand that feeling?"

The moment the last word came out of his mouth, a red, scorching flame spurted out from his palm with a bang. The temperature was so high that it melted the empty glass that had been filled with wine in just a few seconds.

Sitwell was obviously not a fool. He immediately realized that the snakehead he was loyal to had also obtained knowledge and power from another world, just like those super-powered people who had been captured and killed by S.H.I.E.L.D. before.

The only uncertainty is when this power was obtained.

亚历山大直截了当的吩咐道：“立刻让人盯紧这伙邪教徒的动向，并在他们进入大城市的时候把消息传递到尼克·弗瑞的耳朵里。我要亲眼见识下，这个诅咒生物在吞噬了无数人的灵魂之后究竟能够变得有多么强大。”

“明白！”

希特维尔赶忙点了点头，然后像逃命似的转身快步离开。

等他彻底走远之后，亚历山大·皮尔斯才重新隐藏起自己胳膊上的烙印，用只有自己才能听见的声音喃喃自语道：“战争、饥饿、贫穷、虚伪、短视、愚蠢，这个可悲的世界需要被重新塑造，需要建立起全新的秩序。而我就是执行这项神圣使命的天选之人。”

……

几天之后，史塔克工业博览会的开幕仪式上，钢铁侠穿着他那身骚包的红金色涂装机甲稳稳降落在会场中央，缓缓从里边走出来高举双手享受着掌声与欢呼声，发表了一番相当自恋的讲话。

根本没人注意到，这个风光无限的亿万富翁趁着所有人都不注意，躲在角落里用偷偷用自制的仪器检测了一下血液中的钯含量。

很显然，那个让他完成蜕变成为超级英雄的小型冷聚变反应堆，正在逐渐成为将要杀死他的凶手。

而且这个速度要比预料中快得多。

不过作为一个非常骄傲自大的人，托尼·史塔克显然不会把这个秘密告诉任何人。

因为他不允许自己在任何人面前展现出脆弱无助的样子。

就算是要死，也要像个坚强的男子汉那样站着死，而不是躺在病床上连上厕所都需要有人帮忙。

不过好在他现在还有足够的时间，可以把一切后事都安排好。

想到这，这位亿万富翁兼超级英雄深吸了一口气，准备按照惯例与应邀前来的重要客人打招呼。

由于欧美权贵圈子就那么大，差不多有权有势的人相互之间早就混了个脸熟，所以应付起来也基本没有什么难度，无非就是打招呼、相互问候一下，然后看看有没有合作的可能。

可就在这一群熟人中间，托尼·史塔克突然发现了一个陌生的身影，立刻十分好奇的问：“那个人是谁？我怎么从来没有见过他？”

“哪个？”

小辣椒佩珀·波兹下意识反问道。

“就是独自站在窗边那个光头。”

托尼·史塔克一边指了下位置，一边开始让自己的人工智能管家贾维斯查询对方的信息。

不得不说，他的这种行为实在是相当的没有礼貌，甚至缺乏最基本的教养和对别人的尊重。

佩珀·波兹仅仅是瞥了一眼就立马解释道：“那位是巴萨扎先生，最近突然登顶福布斯杂志财富排行榜的神秘人物。有传闻说他是某个古老家族的后代，还有人说他是继承了一大笔的遗产。但可以肯定的是，他真的相当富有。”

“哦？难道比我还有钱？”

钢铁侠的好胜心一下子就被挑逗起来了。

毕竟在壕无人性这方面，他可是自信不会输给任何人。

但仅仅一秒钟之后，托尼·史塔克自信的笑容就凝固在了脸上。

因为根据贾维斯列出的信息，巴萨扎光是在各大银行的存款总和就达到了惊人的两千五百亿美元，彻底碾压了自己。

要知道这可是存款！

不是股票、地产、房产、债券！

而是随时可以使用、无需出售变现的现金！ “法克！这家伙怎么可能有这么多的现金？他的钱是从哪来的！”

托尼·史塔克忍不住爆了句口粗。

“先生，根据我从网络上搜集到的信息，巴萨扎先生似乎是向几家银行出售大量的黄金，总重量可能高达几千吨之多。”

贾维斯的电子音通过耳麦传了出来。

“黄金？几千吨？你在开玩笑吗？这个世界上怎么可能有人拿的出几千吨的黄金！”

钢铁侠对这件事情的真实性表示了强烈怀疑。

但这显然不能怪他。

毕竟在地球上，黄金是不折不扣的稀缺贵重金属，而且开采成本和难度都相当的高。

凡是稍微储量高一点的金矿，基本都掌握在国家或是个别大型矿业公司手中。

“抱歉，先生，这就是我分析得出的结果。而且在这件事情上，似乎还有政府强力部门遮掩过的痕迹。”贾维斯继续补充道。

“有意思！那就让我去会会他好了。”

说着，托尼·史塔克把手里的酒杯递给保镖，迈步径直走到巴萨扎的面前，用半开玩笑的语气问候道：“欢迎你的到来，世界首富先生。怎么样，您对这场史塔克工业博览会的开幕仪式还算满意吗？”

“很不错，相当的热闹，感谢你发出的邀请。”

巴萨扎饶有兴致打量着面前这位个头不高、同样也不强壮的人类男性。

“哈哈哈哈！你感谢错了人。因为发出邀请函的并不是我，而是我的助手。”

托尼十分孩子气的转过身冲佩珀·波兹眨了下眼睛。

但很快他就又转回来继续试探道：“巴萨扎先生，如果不介意的话能跟我说说您或者您家族的发家史吗？请恕我孤陋寡闻，在此之前我几乎从未听说过关于您的任何消息。”

“没什么大不了的，我只是卖了一些金币给银行，仅此而已。”

巴萨扎没有任何掩饰，直截了当给出了答案。

“几千吨黄金？”

托尼难以置信的挑起了眉毛。

巴萨扎毫不迟疑的点了点头：“是的，几千吨。”

“那你从哪弄来的这些黄金呢？”

托尼显然并不是一个懂得适可而止的人，摆出了一副要打破砂锅问到底的架势。

因为他实在是太过于好奇了，一个人究竟要怎么样才能弄到几千吨的黄金。

而且在与那些吸血鬼银行家交易的时候，对方居然痛快的选择了给钱，而不是使用一些其他的手段。

“从仓库里拿的。哦，差点忘了，我还带来了一件礼物要送给你。”

说话的功夫，巴萨扎从怀中取出一个灰色长方形木盒递了过去。

“礼物？”

托尼接过来直接打开，结果发现里边是几块颜色不一的金属物质。

出于科学家本能的反应，他立刻对自己的人工智能管家吩咐道：“贾维斯，扫描这些物质。”

瞬间！

一道光幕从盒子中间穿过。

大概两三秒钟之后，贾维斯才开口说道：“十分抱歉，先生。我无法给出这些物质的名字。因为它们在地球上从未被发现过。”

“什么？你的意思是……这些物质来自外太空？”

托尼猛地抬起头，用充满震惊和难以置信的眼神注视着站在面前的这个光头男人。

“资料不足无法确定。也许来自外太空，也许是某种合成的新元素，但可以肯定的是它们都拥有非常高的硬度和韧性，远超目前任何一种合成材料。”

说完这句话，贾维斯便不再发出任何声音。

“所以……你是个外星人？所以才能一口气拿出那么多的黄金，才能让政府强力部门为你掩饰身份？”

托尼两眼微微放光，感觉自己似乎发现了一个不得了的大秘密。

巴萨扎笑着回应道：“那只是你的猜测，我可没有承认。还有，我建议你最好不要乱说，否则有关部门肯定回来找麻烦的。”

就在托尼还想要开口询问两句的时候，科尔森突然急匆匆的从远处跑了过来，上气不接下气的说道：“巴萨扎先生，我总算是找到您了。快别浪费时间了，马上跟我走，那个东西要失控了。”

“什么东西要失控了？”

托尼显然是认识科尔森的，直接一把拉住后者的胳膊追问。

“抱歉，史塔克先生，这件事情涉及到保密，我不能对任何外人说。”

话音未落！

科尔森就一把推开钢铁侠，拉着巴萨扎就往外面狂奔。

还没等托尼反应过来发生了什么，会场外面便突然传来尖叫声和惊呼声。

只见一架充满科幻色彩的昆式飞机突然解除了光学迷彩，就那样正大光明的暴露在无数记者和摄像机下。

好几名全副武装的士兵直接从上边跳下来，将聚集在一起堵住大门的记者和围观群众驱散，护送着科尔森与巴萨扎走了上去。

等舱门关闭，它便腾空而起消失在所有人的视线范围之外。

“托尼！这是怎么回事？”

一脸懵逼的佩珀·波兹终于回过神来开口询问道。

“我也不太清楚，但可以肯定的是发生了大事。贾维斯，立刻搜索全球新闻。”

钢铁侠一边给自己的人工智能管家下达命令，一边快步往回走，穿上那件之前脱下来的钢铁战衣。

没过一会儿功夫，他就在大量的新闻中锁定了其中一个。

因为从现场拍摄到的画面实在是太恐怖、太惊悚、太令人毛骨悚然了。

Hundreds of mutilated corpses were seen lying in a densely populated pedestrian street in the city center, and some of them were even nailed to a giant tree made of corpses in the center of the square.

A figure whose whole body absorbed all the surrounding light like a black hole was standing there and laughing strangely.

Several policemen rushed forward and fired wildly, trying to destroy the monster, but the result was that all the bullets passed through the middle of the empty body.

Just one second later, the bodies of all these policemen were twisted like twisted dough sticks by an invisible force without any warning. Large amounts of blood and internal organs gushed out. The bloody scene was beyond compare even in a slaughterhouse.

"What the hell is this?"

Iron Man was frightened and shuddered instantly. At the same time, he felt the urge to urinate and immediately expelled all the wine and drinks he had just drunk.

Fortunately, there is a circulatory system in the iron man suit, otherwise he would have been very embarrassed.

"Sir, the target is suspected to have very powerful supernatural powers. The danger level is very high. I suggest you don't get close."

Jarvis quickly gave what he thought was the most reasonable advice.

But it wouldn't be Tony Stark if he would listen.

Without saying a word, the guy took off into the air and flew towards the scene of the incident. As he flew, he asked, "Is the destination of the plane just now the same as mine?"

"Yes, sir."

Jarvis answered in the affirmative without hesitation.

"Great! Let's see what this alien is capable of."

After saying that, Iron Battle instantly accelerated and chased after him like a missile.

In the Quinjet, the pilot glanced at the radar, turned his head and shouted to Coulson in the cabin behind him: "Tony Stark is following us! Do you want to get rid of him?"

"Forget it. With the performance of the Quinjet, it won't be easy to get rid of him."

Coulson smiled wryly and shook his head.

There's nothing I can do about it, since his dad is one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D. and he himself is a genius scientist and billionaire.

Generally speaking, as long as he doesn't make any mistakes in principle, no one dares to do anything to him.

Especially after realizing the situation of the earth and mankind, the Security Council has listed some senior talents who need to be protected.

And Tony Stark is one of the people at the top of the list.

Moreover, the anxious Coulson couldn't care less now. He turned on his phone and projected all the pictures taken at the scene. He introduced with a serious face: "Mr. Balthazar, the cursed creature you mentioned earlier has entered the city and massacred at least tens of thousands of civilians around it.

Now it has covered the entire area of ​​several kilometers around the city center.

Our agents just got a little closer and started going crazy and killing each other.

And according to the images taken by the satellite, this black circular area is still spreading outward at a speed of five kilometers per hour.

It won’t be long before it covers the entire city.”

"Don't waste your breath, I already know the situation."

Balthazar raised his hand to stop the other party from continuing to provide so-called "intelligence".

Because just from the picture he could tell to what extent the power of this cursed creature had expanded.

As expected, the top leaders of this cult took advantage of human negative emotions and twisted souls to create something extraordinary.

But he didn't quite understand why the wizards of Kamar-Taj still didn't react at all after such a thing happened, and even the guardian of the earth, the Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One, did not show up.

"Can you fix it?"

Coulson obviously wanted a definite answer.

Because this incident has caused an uproar in the bureau.

The US military even proposed using nuclear warheads to blow up entire cities.

In fact, right now, there are four planes ready to take off at any time, and three nuclear missiles have been launched and are waiting for orders.

Once the situation gets out of control, these nuclear warheads will be used on their own people without hesitation.

When it comes to being inhumane, the U.S. military and government can be said to have a long history. The files that will never be declassified alone could fill up several rooms, and many of the insane experiments are definitely worthy of being labeled as anti-human.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Balthazar pulled down his tie and threw it aside, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, revealing his strong chest muscles. His eyes were no longer as gentle and calm as usual, and a suffocating sense of oppression emanated from his whole body...