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 SHIELD, 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 expresslessly.
"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 anxious 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 devored, 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.
“Hahahahahahahahaha—”
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 SHIELD before.
The only uncertainty is when this power was obtained.
Alexander gave a straightforward order: "Send someone to keep a close eye on the movements of this group of cultists immediately, and pass the news to Nick Fury when they enter a big city. I want to see with my own eyes how powerful this cursed creature can become after devouring the souls of countless people."
"clear!"
Sitwell nodded quickly, then turned and walked away quickly as if he was running for his life.
After he was completely gone, Alexander Pierce hid the brand on his arm again and murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "War, hunger, poverty, hypocrisy, short-sightedness, stupidity, this sad world needs to be reshaped and a new order needs to be established. And I am the chosen one to carry out this sacred mission."
…
A few days later, at the opening ceremony of the Stark Industries Exposition, Iron Man, wearing his flashy red and gold painted mecha, landed steadily in the center of the venue. He slowly walked out, raised his hands high, enjoying the applause and cheers, and delivered a rather narcissistic speech.
No one noticed that this glorious billionaire hid in a corner and secretly used a homemade instrument to test the palladium content in the blood while no one was paying attention.
Apparently, the small cold fusion reactor that enabled his transformation into a superhero is slowly becoming the thing that’s going to kill him.
And the speed is much faster than expected.
However, as a very arrogant person, Tony Stark obviously would not tell this secret to anyone.
Because he doesn't allow himself to appear vulnerable and helpless in front of anyone.
Even if I am going to die, I want to die standing up like a strong man, instead of lying in a hospital bed and needing help even to go to the toilet.
Fortunately, he still has enough time to arrange all his funeral affairs.
Thinking of this, the billionaire and superhero took a deep breath and prepared to greet the important guests who were invited as usual.
Since the circle of powerful people in Europe and the United States is so small, almost all powerful people have long been familiar with each other, so there is basically no difficulty in dealing with them. It is nothing more than saying hello, checking in with each other, and then seeing if there is any possibility of cooperation.
But among this group of familiar people, Tony Stark suddenly spotted a strange figure and immediately asked curiously, "Who is that person? Why have I never seen him before?"
"Which one?"
Pepper Potts asked subconsciously.
"It's the bald guy standing alone by the window."
Tony Stark pointed to the location and asked his artificial intelligence butler Jarvis to query the other party's information.
I have to say that his behavior is really impolite, and he even lacks the most basic manners and respect for others.
Pepper Potts only took a glance and immediately explained: "That's Mr. Balthazar, a mysterious figure who suddenly topped the Forbes magazine's wealth list. There are rumors that he is a descendant of an ancient family, and some say that he inherited a large inheritance. But what is certain is that he is really quite wealthy."
"Oh? Are you richer than me?"
Iron Man's competitive spirit was immediately aroused.
After all, when it comes to being rich and ruthless, he is confident that he will not lose to anyone.
But just a second later, Tony Stark's confident smile froze on his face.
Because according to the information listed by Jarvis, the total deposits of Balthazar in major banks alone reached an astonishing 250 billion US dollars, completely crushing himself.
Remember, this is a deposit!
Not stocks, real estate, properties, or bonds!
It is cash that can be used at any time without having to sell it for cash! "Fuck! How could this guy have so much cash? Where did he get all that money from?"
Tony Stark couldn't help but swear.
"Sir, according to the information I gathered from the Internet, Mr. Balthazar seems to have sold a large amount of gold to several banks. The total weight may be as high as several thousand tons."
Jarvis' electronic voice came through the headset.
"Gold? Thousands of tons? Are you kidding me? How could anyone in this world possibly come up with thousands of tons of gold!"
Iron Man expressed strong doubts about the authenticity of this matter.
But this obviously cannot be blamed on him.
After all, on Earth, gold is an absolutely scarce and precious metal, and the cost and difficulty of mining it are quite high.
All gold mines with slightly higher reserves are basically controlled by the state or individual large mining companies.
"I'm sorry, sir, this is the result of my analysis. And in this matter, there seems to be traces of cover-up by the government's powerful departments." Jarvis continued.
"Interesting! Then let me go meet him."
Tony Stark handed the wine glass in his hand to the bodyguard, walked straight to Balthazar, and greeted him in a half-joking tone: "Welcome, Mr. World's Richest Man. How about it, are you satisfied with the opening ceremony of the Stark Industries Expo?"
"Very good, quite lively, thank you for the invitation."
Balthazar looked at the short and weak human male in front of him with interest.
"Hahahaha! You thanked the wrong person. Because it wasn't me who sent out the invitation. It was my assistant."
Tony turned around and winked at Pepper Potts in a very childish way.
But he soon turned back and continued to test: "Mr. Balthazar, if you don't mind, could you tell me about the history of you or your family? Please forgive my ignorance, I have hardly heard any news about you before."
"No big deal, I just sold some gold coins to the bank, that's all."
Balthazar gave the answer directly without any concealment.
"Thousands of tons of gold?"
Tony raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
Balthazar nodded without hesitation: "Yes, several thousand tons."
"Where did you get all this gold?"
Tony obviously doesn't know when to stop, and he acts as if he is determined to get to the bottom of the matter.
Because he was too curious about how a person could get thousands of tons of gold.
Moreover, when trading with those vampire bankers, the other party actually chose to give money readily instead of using some other means.
"From the warehouse. Oh, I almost forgot, I also brought a gift for you."
While speaking, Balthazar took out a gray rectangular wooden box from his arms and handed it over.
"Gift?"
Tony took it and opened it directly, only to find several pieces of metal of different colors inside.
Out of a scientist's instinctive reaction, he immediately ordered his artificial intelligence butler: "Jarvis, scan these substances."
moment!
A curtain of light passed through the middle of the box.
After about two or three seconds, Jarvis said, "I'm very sorry, sir. I can't give the names of these substances. Because they have never been found on Earth."
"What? You mean... these substances come from outer space?"
Tony raised his head sharply and stared at the bald man standing in front of him with eyes full of shock and disbelief.
"There is not enough information to confirm. Maybe they come from outer space, or maybe they are some new synthetic elements, but what is certain is that they all have very high hardness and toughness, far exceeding any synthetic material currently available."
After saying this, Jarvis stopped making any sound.
"So... you are an alien? That's why you can take out so much gold in one go, and let the government's powerful departments cover up your identity?"
Tony's eyes lit up slightly, and he felt as if he had discovered a huge secret.
Balthazar smiled and responded, "That's just your guess. I don't admit it. Also, I suggest you don't say anything nonsense, otherwise the relevant departments will definitely come back to cause trouble."
Just when Tony was about to ask a few more questions, Coulson suddenly ran over from a distance and said breathlessly: "Mr. Balthazar, I finally found you. Stop wasting time and follow me immediately. That thing is going out of control."
"What's going out of control?"
Tony obviously knew Coulson, and he grabbed the latter's arm and asked him questions.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, this matter involves confidentiality. I can't tell anyone outside."
Before he finished speaking!
Coulson pushed Iron Man away and ran outside with Balthazar.
Before Tony could react to what was happening, screams and exclamations were suddenly heard outside the venue.
A sci-fi Quinjet suddenly removed its optical camouflage and was exposed to countless reporters and cameras.
Several fully armed soldiers jumped down from above, dispersed the reporters and onlookers who had gathered to block the door, and escorted Coulson and Balthazar up.
When the cabin door closed, it took off into the air and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Tony! What's going on?"
Pepper Potts, who looked confused, finally came to her senses and asked.
"I'm not sure, but it's certain that something big has happened. Jarvis, search the world news immediately."
While giving orders to his artificial intelligence butler, Iron Man quickly walked back and put on the iron armor he had taken off earlier.
After a while, he locked onto one of the news from the large amount of news.
Because the images captured from the scene were so terrifying, so thrilling, and so creepy.
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 SHIELD 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 US 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...
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