Similarly, all the knowledge, technology, and star maps stored in the Titan Pantheon also became Zuo Si's property.
The most important thing is that from now on, the star soul of Azeroth is completely safe, and no force can pose any threat to it.
joke!
There are two powerful Titans watching from the side. No matter whether it is the Shadow Realm or the sealed Ancient Gods, anyone who dares to jump out will be met with ruthless punishment.
In addition, on the planet Argus, there are a large number of Devil Astartes stationed there, as well as a huge army of cannon fodder made of scorching oil, demon corpses, and Burning Legion technological creations. Even the entire planet has been transformed into a huge activated war fortress.
In the face of such a terrifying lineup, if they don't actively invade other forces, the other parties will be grateful. How could anyone be so bored as to actively seek death?
You have to know that Azeroth was invaded every now and then in the past. The root cause was that it had no background before it was discovered.
Therefore, the Void Lord unscrupulously sent several Ancient Gods to corrupt it.
Later, when the Titan Pantheon arrived, the ancient gods were either dead or disabled, and the rest who survived were completely sealed.
For a long time, no other force dared to lay a hand on this planet that gave birth to star souls.
It was not until Sargeras destroyed the Titan Pantheon that the Burning Legion once again began to plan to invade Azeroth, intending to turn it into the second Argus.
Jailer Zovaal waited until Sargeras was sealed and the Burning Legion fell into civil strife due to lack of a leader before taking action.
In other words, all of these invaders have one very distinct characteristic.
That is, they will only cause trouble when Azeroth is at its most vulnerable and there is no other external forces to protect or spy on it.
Therefore, the tragic experience of "Ai-chan" is equivalent to telling everyone that it is really not good to survive in the world without a reliable backing before you grow up.
Fortunately, Zuo Si has now become her backer, and has even arranged two door gods and a group of thugs.
Whether it is holy light, life, death or shadow, any force that wants to influence the soul of Azeroth needs to consider whether it can withstand the endless army of New Phyrexia and the power of the sparkling oil that can infect everything.
Not to mention Emrakul, the most powerful Eldrazi titan, feasting in the Shadow Void.
Zuo Si now has too many trump cards to use, so he is not worried at all about what kind of waves the universe can stir up in his hands.
In other words, this place has been his property since the moment the Burning Legion and Sargeras were defeated.
…
At the same time, in the huge cyberpunk city far away on the ninth level of Baator Hell, the souls that are continuously transported back are injecting unprecedented vitality into this place.
Countless people became rich because of this, but an equal number of people lost everything, even the souls of themselves, their families and their descendants. Some were even caught by the debt collectors and bred like pigs and stallions to expand their bloodlines to ensure that they could pay off the astronomical debt.
Just like the idea behind Zuo Si's creation of this place, there will always be a group of people in the city who live extravagant lives like emperors, and there will also always be a group of people who continue to fall into the bottomless darkness.
The two alternate with each other to form a unique and subtle cycle.
There is never a shortage of people from the upper planes who promote goodness, and the law allows them to do so, and even to establish their own communities and groups and participate in politics.
But the interesting thing is that the ubiquitous temptations and the pressure of the overall social environment cause all these people in the good camp to eventually either become corrupt and degenerate themselves, or simply give up their original ideals and choose to escape.
Because this huge cyberpunk city is like a devil's cave, constantly devouring kind souls and then turning them into insidious, cunning, and profit-seeking demons.
Even many gods and celestial beings in the good camp began to doubt whether there was some fundamental evil hidden in the desires and instincts of mortals.
Otherwise, why in this huge city that does not seem to have any obvious rules that tend to be evil, almost everyone is sliding towards evil, even those pure and innocent angels are no exception.
However, these good gods and celestial beings do not know that the mortals who enter the ninth level of Baator will soon be assimilated into the social environment and enjoy it.
They don't need any salvation at all, they just want to immerse themselves in all kinds of excitement and happiness, no matter what painful price they have to pay for it in the future.
It is precisely this mentality that leads them to have an indescribable strong desire for money and wealth, even above all else.
After all, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want in this huge city full of paper and gold, and even gain power by spending money to participate in elections and get the title of devil nobles and corresponding power.
This kind of rapid class transition channel from the bottom to the top cannot be provided anywhere else.
It doesn't care about your background or race. As long as you have enough ability, ambition and wealth, you can make waves and turn the tide here.
Even if you die, you can die more gloriously than in other places.
Therefore, anyone who lives here for a long time will have a mentality that "this is their own stage."
They are eager to express themselves on stage, to be respected and even to win applause.
The most typical example is the bounty incident that has swept across half of the city in recent times.
More than tens of thousands of bounty hunters, mercenaries, adventurers and gang members fought for this. All kinds of mutilated corpses could be seen in the dark alleys almost every day. It even gradually evolved into a secret underground war, and even the underworld forces joined in to get a piece of the pie.
You must know that with the continuous expansion of the huge cyberpunk city, the forces of all sizes within it have long been countless, and the complex relationships between them, whether subordination, hostility, cooperation, or alliance, can give even the most skilled devils a headache.
In addition, it is also mixed with a series of fatal labels such as collusion between officials and businessmen, political donations, financial monopoly, bureaucracy, etc.
Picking any of them at random and placing them in human society will cause violent conflicts, and even lead to civil unrest, revolution and war.
But the interesting thing is that these things that are considered debuffs in a normal society are all integrated together and actually work quite well.
Facts have proved that social contradictions are a bit like raising Gu. Maybe three, five, or seven or eight of them together can be fatal, but once the number exceeds a certain critical point, they can stabilize in a strange and weird way, just like the code written by some programmers, which basically relies on all kinds of weird bugs to run normally.
At this moment, Carbonell, a financial expert from Marvel Universe Earth and the instigator of the great brawl, is sitting in a pipe bar more than 200 meters above the ground, watching the news program on a 3D projector and drinking a drink made of some unknown substance, his face full of tension and fear.
Because he never dreamed that he would cause such a terrible storm.
Now he is like a child walking in a downtown area with a gold brick in his arms, and he has no control over where to go next.
Especially the fights that broke out in order to fight for him, and the bloody scenes that were imprinted in his mind like nightmares, all made this man begin to feel deep regret and remorse for the first time.
He hated himself for being so obsessed as to bring Wall Street's "the bold will die of overeating and the timid will die of starvation" approach to Batto Hell. How could he dare to secretly increase the leverage to such a high level without telling anyone?
Now, not only have both the black and white worlds offered a high bounty, but the human alliance on Earth is also hunting him down like crazy.
It can be said that Kabol is now a rat crossing the street that everyone wants to beat. Anyone who dares to show up in any public place will surely cause fighting, bloodshed and death. It is like he has suffered a terrible curse.
The only thing to be thankful for is that the underground pipeline bar he is in is not a legal business place, but a secret place that has never been photographed and does not appear on navigation or maps. It provides a relatively safe haven for wealthy and powerful VIP customers.
"Hey! Man! Are you still worried about those guys chasing you?"
A female halfling thief with a rather abstract punk hairstyle jumped onto a chair at the bar, chewing a piece of gum containing psychotropic drugs in her mouth.
Since there are magic and divine arts that can reduce or even eliminate side effects, taking drugs is quite common in the ninth layer of Baator.
Especially this kind of chewing gum that can increase nerve reflex speed and sensitivity after taking it, many people can't stop after trying it once.
Because it not only greatly increases combat effectiveness, but also keeps people's senses and mental state in an extremely excited state.
Whether it is alcohol, tobacco, drugs, or doing some exercise that is beneficial to your physical and mental health with the opposite or same sex, you can get unimaginable extreme pleasure.
So more than half of the people in this bar alone are chewing and chewing.
Cabor smiled bitterly and responded, "Shouldn't I be worried? You know, they are the Avengers, the most powerful superhero group in my world. Once they show up and join the hunt for me, it means that the Human Alliance is extremely angry about the mistakes I made."
"Avengers? Hahahaha! What the hell is that? The name of some band?"
Another half-orc tiefling grinned and let out a naked and undisguised laugh.
The human warrior sitting next to him also said with disdain: "I think they are more like rookies who just debuted and are eager to make a name for themselves. Don't worry, with their style of doing things and their poor understanding of this barren city, it won't be long before they fall into the deserted alleys and become corpses or are sold as slaves."
"No, no, no, you don't understand. The Avengers are a group of guys with extraordinary fighting power and even super powers. Among them are not only super soldiers, but even gods and monsters!"
Cabral tried to convince his hometown superhero team of their power.
After all, compared to those vicious criminals who would always try to remove some "parts" from his body, or try to chop off his head and put it into a portable life support system, these guys who should be bounty hunters and mercenaries are relatively easy to get along with.
At least the latter would not beat, abuse or torture him for fun without reason.
But unfortunately, no one present took his words seriously.
The reason is very simple.
As a node connecting countless time, space and dimensions, the residents of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator have seen too many bizarre and strange things.
joke!
According to human standards, about half of the people on the street can be classified as monsters.
For example, there are the mind flayers that feed on the brains of intelligent creatures, the dragons that have obtained a pilot's license from the city hall and fly low over the sky in broad daylight, the mentally ill and crazy beholders, and the overwhelming number of local natives - the devils.
As for God...
On just one street near the city center, there are more than a thousand gods, big and small.
Among them are powerful divine powers like Waukeen, the goddess of wealth in Faerun, as well as unknown demigods or weaker divine powers from a low-magic plane. Occasionally, you can see Tiamat, the god of evil dragons who lives in the first plane, come to visit.
So Kabol's concerns were regarded by the people in the bar as a sign of the lack of vision of the "Material Plane Guys".
Similar things happen every day in this city.
After all, a legendary or even high-level professional is already the ceiling level of combat power in most main material planes.
But here at best you can only be a senior consultant or gang leader.
Climbing further up is the competition between various bigwigs, voters, and even gods and quasi-divine powers.
In order to maintain the automatic operation of this city, Zuo Si set up many interesting rules.
One of them is that anyone who successfully runs for mayor can obtain a portion of the lord's authority bestowed by him, and can demonstrate combat power comparable to that of a mid-level god in the huge cyberpunk city.
By the same token, people like the police chief and senior members of the municipal council will also receive temporary divine powers.
At the beginning, due to the small reserves of soul energy, their overall strength was not too outrageous.
But as Zuo Si's hand reached out to the entire multiverse, absorbing the souls of mortals from thousands of time and space, it has now rolled and expanded to an unimaginable extent.
Therefore, if anyone is so reckless as to dare to cause trouble here, even if a single divine system is dispatched, the entire army may be wiped out within minutes.
Seeing that no one paid attention to his reminder, Kabol smiled helplessly. While laughing, he tilted his head back and gulped down the drinks that were mixed with who knows what.
You have to know that when he was a big shot on Wall Street, he would never touch these things of unknown origin that might cause permanent damage to his body or even his brain.
But now, just live one day at a time and enjoy every minute.
Anyway, the money he had prepared for his escape had already been robbed, and now it was like a valuable commodity being changed hands repeatedly between different forces.
Even though we can still sit here and drink and chat now, a fierce battle may break out in the next second.
However, Cabor, the culprit who caused all this, did not know what kind of disaster his actions had brought to the Earth where he lived.
At this moment, at the Human Union headquarters on Earth, the devil salesman Alves was holding a debt bill that was thirty meters long, and politely and with a smile on his face, he was asking the other party for the debt.
He could hardly believe that the task assigned to him by the lord was completed in such a dramatic and darkly humorous way not long after.
That's 1.5 billion souls! The commission alone is enough to make him a powerful Hell Divine and get a high position in the complex financial system of the ninth layer of Baator.
Therefore, to him, these mortals are absolutely great benefactors and benefactors. How can he treat them badly?
In contrast, the five representatives sitting across the negotiation table were drenched in sweat, and some of them even had their hands shaking slightly as they took off their glasses.
Although the People's Federation had received the report several days ago and prepared a series of emergency response measures.
But when I saw this bill, I couldn't help but lose control of my emotions.
Especially the old white man sitting on the far right, his eyes were not only filled with terrifying bloodshot, but his hands were clenched into fists as if he would smash the table in the next second.
Because it was he who insisted on putting Cabor into the team.
The purpose is very simple, which is to use this guy's operations on Wall Street to get more funds so that the United States can earn more soul currency to buy more and more advanced magic and scientific technology.
In fact, Cabral had been doing a good job before.
At one point, the figures in the US accounts were nearly twice as much as those of the other four major powers.
But the problem is that all this money comes from terrible speculation.
Anyone with a little financial knowledge knows that without sufficient capital and inside information, the speculative behavior of "leeks" is basically the same as gambling.
No! It should be said that the probability of winning money is far less than gambling.
Because if there is no cheating, there is at least a 50% chance of winning when betting on size, but in financial securities, it is considered good if only 1% of people can make money when leaving the market.
Otherwise, where do those financial companies get their monstrous profits, which far exceed those of the real manufacturing industry, every year?
Therefore, the reason why Cabor was able to make money in the past was, on the one hand, that his operation was indeed of some level, and on the other hand, it was a pig-killing scheme deliberately set up by the devils to attract him and some other daring speculators.
But no one expected that this guy would dare to play so big after achieving several successes. He could even be considered to be going all in.
silence!
Horrible silence!
As senior members of the Human Union, everyone present here knows what 1.5 billion means to the earth and humanity today.
The British representative, who has always been a ruthless person, has even set his sights on a populous South Asian country on the map, intending to directly sacrifice this wealthy former colony to fill the hole.
After all, they are professionals in the area of preferring the death of a fellow Taoist to the death of an inferior Taoist, and they have accumulated rich experience more than two hundred years ago.
What's more, in the eyes of the noble white master Ansa, can these South Asian goblins be considered human beings?
As good neighbors, good allies, and happy enemies who have loved and hated each other for hundreds of years, the Gallic rooster representative next to them obviously noticed the other party's intentions and tried to probe in a polar voice: "You don't want to..."
"Shhh - don't say it. I'm doing this for everyone's sake. After all, where else can you find a population of 1.5 billion other than the South Asian subcontinent?"
"Damn it! You are absolutely crazy! That's more than a billion people. How are you going to kill them all at once? Nuclear weapons? Energy weapons? Chemical weapons?"
"NO! NO! NO! That would cause unnecessary tension and concern in other countries around the world, and would also put us under too much moral and public pressure. In fact, based on a technology we purchased not long ago, our scientists have developed a genetic weapon. It can target a certain ethnic group that carries a specific gene expression. All we need to do is put a little bit of it into the clouds, and then create an artificial rainfall, and we can instantly complete an efficient massacre. And the dead won't feel any pain. It's very, very, very humane."
虽然在不做人这方面，带英一直都将其他竞争者远远的甩在身后一骑绝尘，其下限简直深不可测。
在殖民时代各种狠活哪怕拿到现在，都能让被冠以“恶魔”称号的小胡子感叹自己当年还是太善良了。
可像这种一次性某个国家乃至某个人种全部消失，还是有点过于拉低人类的道德底线了。
尤其是当“人道”这个词从这位衣冠楚楚、风度翩翩、有着绅士称号的家伙嘴里说出来，实在是令人感到不寒而栗。
以至于三位代表都无法分清楚他和阿尔维斯之间究竟谁才是魔鬼。
有点焦头烂额的白头鹰代表在沉思了片刻之后小心翼翼的试探道：“我觉得这个主意不错，你们认为呢？”
这句话瞬间把另外三名代表给干沉默了。
甚至有人不断在这对共轭父子之间扫来扫去，似乎是想要搞清楚他们究竟还能把人类的道德下线拉低到何种程度。
“我反对！天下没有不透风的墙，类似这种事情无论做的有多隐秘，最终也一定会暴露在公众视野范围内。而投下赞成票的人将会彻底被钉死在历史的耻辱柱上，成为全人类的罪人。”
“我也同样反对。这种做法会让其他国家如何看待人联？又如何相信我们会带领人类走向更加美好的未来？”
伴随着两张反对票投出，这场闭门会议出现了二比二的微妙情况，压力立马来到了最后一位尚未做出选择的代表身上。
因为他手中的一票将决定一个国家及其周边地区整整十五亿人的生死，决定了人联乃至人类的未来。
但凡换个心里素质稍微差点的人，这会儿应该都已经紧张的要尿裤子了。
当然，眼下他也没好到哪去，西装下的衬衫早已被完全湿透，脑袋、脖子、脸颊全部都是汗水，好几次想要张开嘴说点什么，结果到临门一脚的时候又咽了回去。
一时之间，国家利益、道德、情感、责任不断在脑海中交锋，仿佛人格都被撕裂成无数的小份正在脑海中不断的争夺主导权。
“我亲爱的朋友，你究竟还在犹豫什么？ 难道除了做出牺牲之外，我们现在还有其他方法能够支付这整整十五亿的灵魂吗？ 所以放松点，这又不是你的错，而是那个叛徒的错。
更何况这个世界总要有人做出牺牲，你只不过是在特点的时间和地点做出了一个正确的选择。
你非但不会成为罪人，反而是拯救地球、拯救人类的英雄。”
带英代表循循善诱的劝导着这位好邻居。
他显然很清楚高卢人既想要当婊子又想要立牌坊的性格，明白想要将其拖下水首先需要先给一个看上去高大上且能够被普遍接受的台阶。
否则对方也不会在二战结束后，一边打着自由民主的旗号输出意识形态和价值观，一边继续对非洲广大地区进行毫不留情的殖民掠夺，甚至把许多原本有希望带领黑人走出贫穷和饥饿的优秀领导者全部干掉，扶持一些贪婪、腐败、嗜血、残忍的暴君上台。
看着这群凡人相互算计、勾心斗角、将人性丑恶完全展现出来的场面，魔鬼阿尔维斯在内心之中大呼过瘾。
简直太他妈的精彩了！
虽然在语言艺术和手段方面稍显欠缺，但好在是真情流露，比巴托地狱第九层巨大赛博朋克城市那些所谓的“权谋”垃圾电视剧、电影强出不知道多少倍。
而且他还觉得那位带英代表的灵魂最好做个重点标记。
不出意外的话，像这种级别的“人才”只要稍加培养，立马就能成为一名合格乃至优秀的魔鬼部下。
“我……我弃权。”
在挣扎了良久之后，这位压力山大的代表终于再也顶不住彻底崩溃，用充满虚弱和疲惫的声音做出了自己的选择。
“该死！你怎么能逃避历史所赋予的责任？”
“真是个懦夫！我就知道高卢人除了又浪又慢之外简直一无是处！当初决定拉你们进来简直就是最大的错误。因为你们根本不配！”
眼见对方不上当，共轭父子立马撕下伪装开始了赤裸裸毫不掩饰的咒骂跟羞辱。
因为按照他们的想法，只要这位代表投下关键性的一票，自己所承受舆论压力的大部分就会转移过去。
毕竟在投票决定某件事情的时候，愚昧民众往往关注的并不是谁最先投了赞成或反对，而是会盯着最后投下决定性一票的人。
到时候再稍微操控一下媒体和舆论，高卢鸡就会成为全世界关注乃至口诛笔伐的焦点。
只可惜，人家也不是傻子，压根不接这口黑锅。
所以一时之间谈判陷入了僵局。
更要命的是他们根本不敢没完没了的拖延下去。
因为那笔天价债务每天、每个小时、每一分钟、每一秒都在以利滚利方式不断增长。
见到这种情况，看了半天好戏的阿尔维斯突然用力咳嗽了一声，笑着提议道：“诸位，既然你们暂时拿不出太好的偿还债务方案，不如听听我的专业建议如何？”
“请说，我们在听。”
代表们迅速上演变脸绝活，上一秒还在相互争吵辱骂，下一秒就有一次团结在人联的旗帜下。
没办法，谁让他们现如今就像是被摆在砧板上任人宰割的鱼肉呢。
如果再不团结一点，怕不是要被一口吞下彻底沦为悲惨的殖民地。
以魔鬼对于灵魂无止境的渴求，搞不好会直接把人类当成圈养的猪。
“我的提议很简单。
既然你们一下子拿不出十五亿灵魂，那为什么不尝试着改变一下思路呢？ 比如说暂时不去管这笔债务，直接通过融资的手段时期暂时延期。
然后再继续借贷去搞克隆人或利用人造子宫系统来繁衍壮大自身，甚至是把他们组织起来发动战争掠夺其他外星人的灵魂。
到时候你们不仅可以获得更多的土地、人口和资源，同时还能通过债务和利息的方式与地狱的金融利益高度绑定。
这样一来我们就会逐渐形成一个利益共同体。
到时候就算你们遇到什么困难，我也会竭尽所能的提供帮助。
毕竟谁也不会真的眼睁睁看着一只会下金蛋的鹅死掉，不是吗？”
在说这番话的时候，阿尔维斯的眼睛里透露出无与伦比的真诚，仿佛他根本不是一位要命的催债人，而是设身处地为地球人着想的朋友和可靠盟友。
“你的意思是……让我们像大航海时代一样，派出战舰和军队对其他已经诞生文明的星球进行掠夺和殖民？”
带英代表一下就理解了其中的意思。
作为大航海时代最重要的参与者，以及维系海上霸权时间最长的国家，他们从十六世纪开始就已经开始在该领域崭露头角。
著名的亨利八世国王更是亲手创立了后来鼎鼎大名的“皇家海军”，并且不惜花费巨资打造快速灵活的新式战舰、培养军官和熟练水手，为后来伊丽莎白一世击败西班牙无敌舰队奠定了从零到一的关键性基础。
所以如果要从在场所有人代表中找出一个掠夺、殖民和金融相关的专家，那他绝对是当之无愧。
阿尔维斯笑着点了点头：“没错。
首先你们要更新一个认知。
那就是以地球眼下的科技和实力在这个宇宙中可能还比不了克里帝国、希阿帝国这样的霸主，但早就已经不再是处在食物链的底层。
所以你们已经拥有了最基本殖民扩张的能力。
而人工智能、克隆人、通过人造子宫催熟技术，则可以解决掉人口不足的问题。
你们要做的仅仅是稍微渲染一下威胁，通过宣传改变社会对于伦理道德的认知，最后通过法律允许这些技术被运用到军事领域。
如此一来，你们就可以摆脱人口带来的限制去大肆扩张。
毕竟不管是克隆人还是催熟的人类，本质上都是人类、拥有独立的人格和灵魂。
只不过他们经历的事情太少，所以其灵魂价值远不如一个正常长大、生老病死的人那么高。
但如果他们活的时间足够长，依旧可以成为不错的灵魂货币。
与此同时，在战争中杀死的外星人灵魂还可以用来偿还债务。
像这种一举多得的好事，我完全想不出有什么拒绝的理由。
相比起直接消灭一个拥有十几亿人口的国家，它所承受的道德跟舆论压力差不多可以忽略不计。
最重要的是，你们还可以通过之前齐塔瑞人和黑暗精灵的入侵煽动民众情绪，塑造一种人类至上主义的思想转嫁科技爆发所带来的剧烈内部矛盾。
据我所知，在这方面你们根本不需要别人来教，对吗？”
As the last word came out of his mouth, the devil Alves took out a book titled "My Struggle" from his pocket and gently placed it in front of the five representatives with a half-smile on his face.
Because he could already imagine what would happen next.
The humans on this planet will soon be reenacting scenes from the past world wars, inciting hatred to make people hate aliens, and even killing them without any psychological burden and justifying the plundering of their property.
And once they have tasted the sweetness, everyone from top to bottom will fall into an inexplicable frenzy, and ultimately permanently change all aspects of their thoughts, social ideology, etc.
"At this point, it seems that we have no other choice."
One representative sighed helplessly.
"Yes, even if there is an abyss ahead, we have no choice but to jump in."
"Show us the new agreement."
"Star map! If we want to carry out colonial expansion, we first need a more detailed and complete star map."
"Leave the work of justifying the war to us. We are the most professional in this area."
…
In just a few words, the fate of the earth and the future of mankind were decided in a secret meeting unknown to outsiders.
A certain South Asian country that felt good about itself did not even realize that it had just had a close call with death just a few minutes ago and was almost set up by two "good guys".
Its leader is currently giving an impassioned speech at the UN General Assembly, waving his arms, hoping to gain the support of more national representatives to join the innermost circle by demonstrating "population" and "strength".
Because these senior executives who have received elite education are well aware that due to the poor industrial level, they were unable to gain any share from the last international division of labor.
If this continues, as the gap in technological and industrial capabilities continues to widen, its influence and status will sooner or later decline to a level that is unbearable to watch.
Therefore, if we fail to take advantage of this last chance, we will really have to rely on selling human beings to survive in the future.
Of course, these power games and messy things have nothing to do with ordinary people.
After all, they have neither the qualifications to participate nor the channels to obtain first-hand information. Everything they see and hear on the Internet is the product of countless processed versions, and some of the information has been distorted to the point of being completely opposite to the original truth.
Whether they are angry opponents or happy supporters, ordinary people are ultimately puppets controlled by the hegemony of public opinion.
As for the so-called "independent thinking", how can we talk about it when we don't even know whether the information we get is true or false?
You have to know that when people make judgments, the most important basis is the information they can get about the matter and the logical reasoning based on the information.
However, the representatives who were discussing the new contract with Alves did not know that Hydra's leader Alexander Pierce had used his power to find out what had happened and was currently sitting in his home giving a pre-war mobilization speech to his men.
Yes, you read that right.
The old guy finally couldn't sit still and planned to use this opportunity to let Hydra dominate the world and become the only legitimate regime on Earth.
After all, the Human Rights Federation made such a huge mistake, which, once exposed, would definitely be enough to arouse the anger and dissatisfaction of people all over the world.
The most important thing is that the Avengers are now sent to the ninth level of Baator to capture traitors, and he has obtained a guarantee from the devil representatives stationed here that they will not interfere in human internal affairs.
If we don't take action now, when will we take action?
As the saying goes, "One minute on stage takes ten years of hard work off stage."
Since Hydra was reborn within SHIELD, they have been lurking for more than half a century. It can even be said that SHIELD is part of Hydra.
"Everyone, I won't say any more unnecessary nonsense.
You just need to remember one thing.
The future of mankind and the fate of the earth are in our hands.
The human world today is full of stupid, greedy, selfish worms.
How can we manage politics well and usher in an era of the stars and the sea by being with them?
Only we can abandon the ubiquitous internal friction, concentrate all power and make mankind great again.
For this, any sacrifice or cost is acceptable.
Take action now and let the people of the world see the ugliness of these dirty politicians and the cruel soul trading hidden behind them. "
When Alexander Pierce gave the order, the images and sounds in the conference room that Hydra had just captured using magic were directly uploaded to the public Internet and spread rapidly in a viral, decentralized manner.
In less than three or five minutes, this carefully edited short video of less than ten minutes was pushed to every electronic device, even some large electronic screen billboards.
As for the effect, it is of course quite explosive.
On some streets with heavy traffic, pedestrians gathered together to form a huge team in less than half a minute after watching the show.
shock!
fear!
Angry! Although at the beginning they just gathered together to express their opinions and criticize the government and officials for their inhumanity.
But this sentiment soon spread rapidly, turning into massive marches and even riots.
What’s even more terrifying is that many police officers who were originally responsible for maintaining order, after figuring out what was happening, angrily took off their uniforms and joined in.
The advanced weapons and powered mechas that the government had equipped them with suddenly became a huge problem...
(End of this chapter)