The most obvious manifestation of this is that many big cities that were once overcrowded are now seeing wealthy and middle-class people fleeing with their families in large numbers.
Because they were not sure whether their city would become the target of the space fleet's attack after the war broke out, and then evaporate instantly like nearly ten million Londoners, without even the slightest use of escaping or hiding in the subway.
After all, energy weapons are not nuclear bombs. The shock waves, high temperatures, and radiation generated by their explosions will be offset and absorbed by the ground and reinforced concrete buildings. Instead, they can easily penetrate hundreds or even thousands of meters in thickness.
This means that the civil defense fortifications previously designed to avoid nuclear war, especially basements and subways, can basically not stop the orbital weapon arrays of space battleships.
If you don't want to be affected, the only way is to leave the big cities and go to the countryside where the population is relatively sparse and scattered.
The direct result of the massive exodus of wealthy people from cities is the instant collapse of the real estate market. Those villas and mansions that were originally worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions are now discounted to one-tenth or even one-twentieth of their original price and no one wants them.
Various high-end apartment and townhouse communities were also hit hard, and even the land prices and rents of the most prosperous commercial streets and shopping malls fell to the bottom.
It seems that overnight, prosperous cities with a large number of basic public facilities were abandoned by people, and rural areas where it is not so convenient to do anything became more popular.
Many urban middle-class people with some assets are even willing to give up their current jobs, mortgage all their fixed assets, and take on debt in order to buy a piece of land of their own in a remote village in order to cope with possible civil war.
As the saying goes, when there is a big chaos, avoid the countryside; when there is a small chaos, avoid the city.
Apart from a very small number of ambitious guys who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to gain a better future, ordinary people only hoped to keep their families safe during the war.
Living in a remote village may seem very inconvenient to people who are used to city life, but it allows them to be self-sufficient in terms of the most basic food.
Even if all cities were razed to the ground and all human beings lost their modern state and government structures, the worst that could happen is that they could simply return to agricultural society and continue to survive and reproduce.
Some people even exchanged all their savings for various supplies, and then drove them to their farms and houses in the countryside.
Even guns and ammunition are selling better than usual.
Customers often buy thousands or tens of thousands of rounds of bullets at a time.
A variety of tools and paid wilderness survival and farming instructional videos have also become hot-selling products.
In short, anyone who is not blind or deaf can feel the tense state of the people around them. The public security situation has deteriorated accordingly, and a large number of vicious criminal crimes have emerged one after another.
The enormous social pressure and sharp class confrontation put order and law on the brink of collapse at any time.
Most importantly, a series of adverse consequences caused by the large-scale withdrawal of population and capital from cities are also rapidly sweeping the world.
The value of financial products including but not limited to stocks, bonds, insurance, etc. has plummeted, and even the currency itself is beginning to show signs of becoming worthless paper.
In particular, the purchasing power of the large amount of over-issued US dollars fell by more than 30 percent in just one or two days.
Basically, wealthy people have begun to frantically exchange their money for gold, food, medicine, weapons, minerals, industrial products, robots and other things that preserve their value.
This directly put the government and the military, which were originally only supported by issuing bonds, into a difficult situation.
Some "heroes" such as militia organizations, gangsters, cults, racist extremist forces, etc., which were already very active, rose up and joined in the event, directly occupying several small towns or cities to establish a country within a country.
It can be said that Hydra's ultimatum, which was a provocation but not yet delivered, was extremely clever both politically and economically.
Even before they actually took action, countries with poor organizational capabilities and lack of national and cultural identity began to disintegrate from within.
Some people began to excitedly prepare to welcome the royal army and embrace a new era in human history; some people secretly organized themselves to try to contact the fleet controlled by Hydra in order to "follow the dragon"; some people just wanted to escape the vortex and did not want to be implicated; others hoped to stand together with the country and the people and fight to the death.
The complexity and diversity of human thought, ideas and culture are fully demonstrated at this moment.
Facts have proved that no matter whether it is a country or a nation, it can never be a unified whole, but rather a product of compromise and struggle among countless small groups with their own interests.
Once there are serious differences in interests or even conflicts, division is a natural thing to happen. This has been the case since ancient times.
Of course, Zuo Si didn’t care at all about the enormous pressure and challenges faced by the member states of the People’s League.
In his eyes, this pressure cooker-like social environment may be an opportunity to change the existing situation and a breeding ground for new ideas and concepts.
Especially for the huge interest groups that have emerged under the long-term stability of the overall environment, it would be a pipe dream to completely overthrow them and change the existing seriously unfair distribution system without war or other catalysts.
After all, anyone who is not a fool knows that there is no revolution in the world that can be completed without bloodshed.
And human nature dictates that as long as there is a way to survive, most people will not risk their lives to fight against the ruling class that controls a modern army.
As for the idiotic statement that the freedom to own guns can guarantee citizens the power to overthrow the government, just treat it as a joke.
Without long-range heavy firepower, armored clusters, satellite and radar positioning systems, and air superiority, how can a group of scattered soldiers resist or even defeat a modern information-based, synthetic army? What a joke! Isn’t the lesson of the crushing defeat of Saddam Hussein’s government forces in the Gulf War profound enough?
You have to know that they were regular troops who had fought in the eight-year Iran-Iraq War and had seen blood.
If they are like this, one can imagine how those guys who have never experienced close-range artillery fire or aerial bombing, and who are shouting wildly with a few broken guns, will perform when faced with a real war with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
What's more, with the development of drones, power mechas, and artificial intelligence robots, even the rainforests, mountains, swamps, and grasslands that were the most troublesome and most suitable for guerrilla warfare in the past have now become vulnerable in the face of military technology.
“The world is becoming more and more exciting and interesting.”
Zuo Si was reading the various news and information on the Internet and the various heated comments below with great interest, and a playful smile appeared on his face.
As a "screen voyeur", he maintained the habit of never expressing any opinions or comments on the Internet when he was still an ordinary person.
They will not participate in any form of quarrels, or give themselves a preset position, and eventually be instigated by the media with ulterior motives and those who stir up trouble, joining the vast army of people venting their dissatisfaction and becoming a member of the public opinion.
It is really stupid to inexplicably empathize or associate something with similar experiences in your own past just because of a few words from an unknown person and his or her interpretation of the whole matter that is favorable to you.
It is this indifference that is different from that of normal people that allows Zuo Si to analyze and think from a relatively rational perspective from the very beginning, abandon unnecessary emotions and feelings, and make important choices from the perspective of maximizing benefits.
Otherwise, he might have made wrong choices and died due to the drastic emotional fluctuations during the time he became a magic apprentice.
After all, opportunities always come to those who are prepared.
"Master, are you sure you want to let them continue to toss and turn until a brutal civil war breaks out?"
The divine monk Balthazar asked in an uncertain tone.
It was easy to tell from the reluctant expression on his face that he did not want a devastating war to break out in this originally peaceful and prosperous world.
Once orbital bombardment begins, whether or not large-scale weapons such as cyclone torpedoes are used, it means terrible destruction.
Countless cities will be razed to the ground by the dazzling light that falls from the sky, and all infrastructure on the ground and underground will be severely damaged.
The muscular woman Sarevok on the side curled her lips indifferently: "What's wrong with that? The more fiercely they fight, the greater the damage and losses they cause, the more they will rely on our strength. I think you are a little too kind and weak, dear brother."
"No! I just don't want this world to turn into a burning hell."
Balthazar glared at this "good sister" who was eager to create chaos and was bloodthirsty and tyrannical.
Although both of them are descendants of Baal, the god of murder, they are two completely opposite types of people, so their relationship has never been very harmonious.
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Zuo Si immediately stopped them and said, "Okay, stop arguing. I won't let this matter get out of control. By the way, Sarovok, I noticed that you seemed to be looking at stocks and bonds just now. Could it be that you are also playing this game of capital and numbers?"
"Hey, of course.
After all, I am now the boss of the most powerful underworld force in America and even the world.
The net profit alone amounts to hundreds of billions of dollars each year.
Some of them are legal, while others are not.
For the development and future of the organization, it is natural to reorganize, allocate and reinvest the funds and industries on hand.
I was involved in both futures trading and financial securities, and even acquired many media and production companies.
Since I got the inside information in advance this time, I was able to increase my assets several times over.
If all goes well, by the time this war is over, I will be the richest man on the planet, with an area of land equivalent to that of a medium-sized country.
Many of them are the most prosperous and valuable locations in the city, as well as luxury apartments, villas, office buildings, hotels and commercial centers.
You can't imagine how cheap it is to acquire these places now. Basically, they are sold for money.
As long as they are not destroyed on a large scale, the total amount of wealth I control will increase dozens or even hundreds of times on the current basis.
With this wealth, I can realize my dream of building a global criminal empire."
As he spoke these words, a creepy red light flashed in Sarevok's eyes, and the power of killing and death continued to flow and boil in his veins and even in his soul.
Needless to say, during the time he was building his criminal empire, he had apparently collected a large amount of faith and was in the transition stage from quantitative change to qualitative change.
"Well done. Then make good use of this identity to complete your final transformation. I look forward to seeing the moment when you achieve self-transcendence."
Zuo Si reached out and gently patted the follower on the shoulder to show encouragement.
Then he turned around and asked the Divine Monk: "Where is Igwilfu? Why didn't she come to see me? Don't tell me this guy is doing something secretive again."
"She should be at the Hydra base in Sokovia right now."
Balthazar gave the answer without hesitation.
"Sokovia? Could it be that Igwilver has gone to look for Wanda Maximoff?"
Zuo Si frowned subconsciously.
Because he had warned before that people should try not to come into contact with Scarlet Witch, who was still a teenager, so as to avoid arousing unnecessary vigilance from Hades.
Balthazar nodded slightly: "Yes. Igwilfu has become Wanda's magic teacher and is teaching her all kinds of theoretical knowledge about magic. But fortunately, the frequency is not very high, the interval is about once every two weeks, and only twice a month."
"What about the purpose? What does she want from Wanda?"
Zuo Si stroked his chin and continued to ask.
“I’m not sure, maybe you can ask Igwilfu yourself.
Also, you better pay attention to how demonic Hydra is inside.
As far as I know, many people, including Alexander Pierce, actively accept the power from the abyss in order to obtain powerful strength and longer life.
If left unchecked, there is a high probability that this world will fall into the abyss of chaos and evil."
Balthazar expressed his concerns carefully.
Because he knew very well that demonization was an irreversible process.
Although these "snakeheads" have not shown any signs of confusion for the time being, who knows when they might suddenly go crazy.
Anyone who knows anything about demons knows that they are very normal when they are not having an attack, and even give people the impression that they are very smart, cunning, and resourceful.
But once the energy gets to me, all plans and rationality are put aside. I just want to do whatever makes me happy and enjoyable.
Zuo Si responded with a smile: "Don't worry, I have already found someone to replace Alexander Pierce."
"You mean... the young man named Grant Ward?"
Balthazar was obviously a little dissatisfied with this Hydra spy.
After all, no organization can avoid the situation of seniority, and Hydra is no exception.
As his adoptive father, John Garrett was considered a veteran in the organization, and could even be on par with important snakeheads like Baron Strucker to a certain extent, but Grant Ward himself was still too young and had not entered the core power circle.
Unless all the older generation died, it would never be his turn to lead this huge organization.
"That's right. Otherwise, why do you think I gave him the Book of the Devil? This young man has potential beyond your imagination. And I have been secretly teaching him for some time."
As these words came out of his mouth, a creepy smile appeared on Zuo Si's face, and then he activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
…
At the same time, on an uninhabited island far away in the Pacific Ocean, Coulson and his special operations team are fighting fiercely with a group of unknown origins but wearing power mechas and holding energy weapons.
In the dense woods, you can see countless high-energy light beams refracting different colors in the air.
Once hitting trees or rocks, these shelters that are strong enough to withstand ordinary bullets will immediately be evaporated by the terrifying high temperature.
Only the power mecha made of ceramic steel and the small energy shield can barely withstand a few shots.
Since the weapons and equipment and training levels of both sides were very similar, the battle was fought back and forth and it was difficult to determine the winner.
"Damn it! The weapons and equipment this guy uses are exactly the same as ours! No, that's not right, they're even stronger than ours. Sir, what's going on?"
A young SHIELD agent fought back desperately while using communication equipment to send out soul-searching questions.
You know, they have been tracking this guy who calls himself "clairvoyant" for some time.
But every time when they were about to succeed, the other party would escape calmly, as if someone had informed them of the news in advance.
Such an outrageous result is naturally unacceptable.
Some more sensitive agents even suggested that there must be traitors within S.H.I.E.L.D. who are continuously providing intelligence to the other side.
"Don't ask so many questions. As long as you catch him, all problems will be solved."
Coulson also became ruthless at this moment. He took out the small pistol that had been modified by little Annie and looked like a children's toy. He pulled the trigger without hesitation with the help of the new model of mechanical arm.
boom!!!!!!
The terrifying force field impact instantly lifted the enemies in a large area in front into the air, and then dropped them heavily.
Through the gaps in the power mecha, you can vaguely see the dark red blood flowing out from the tear.
You don't need to ask to know that everyone inside must have died.
Because power armor may be able to withstand attacks from energy weapons and physical ammunition, but it definitely cannot withstand the impact of an all-round force field with no blind spots.
Especially relatively weak parts such as joints, which are often broken immediately if hit.
The respiratory and excretory systems, which are relatively fragile and easily damaged, would also be severely damaged by the impact.
"Charge, charge, charge! Charge in! Don't give them time to establish a second line of defense."
Coulson shouted and led the charge towards the cave ahead.
A heavy machine as big as a Warhammer Space Knight mech suddenly walked out of the darkness, and the two rotating electromagnetic cannons mounted on its arms immediately made a piercing roar.
Countless specially made bullets swept across a large area like raindrops.
Whether it is trees, weeds, stones, or low bushes, they are as fragile as paper in the face of this metal storm.
In just a few seconds, he licked the ground.
All the shelters disappeared like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, leaving only a group of SHIELD agents lying on the ground screaming and groaning in pain.
Obviously, the high-speed continuous shooting of the electromagnetic cannon penetrated the protective layer on their power mecha.
The reason for this result is that when designing it, the mechanical engineers on Earth did not take into account the needs of interstellar combat, but only designed it according to the standards of protecting against current anti-material firearms and artillery shells.
In addition, SHIELD has put forward requirements for the mobility and even flight capabilities of the power mecha, so the protection naturally cannot be made too thick, and it cannot be compared with the standards of humanoid tanks such as the Astartes Space Marines.
Otherwise, the more average the performance in all aspects is, the more it is equivalent to mediocrity.
The human empire in the Warhammer universe does this very well.
The power mechas they equipped the Astartes with never required mobility and flight capabilities, but directly stacked up the defensive capabilities. When attacking, they were like a heavy tank advancing under dense artillery fire.
"Fitz! Think of a solution quickly! Many people are injured! We urgently need help and cover!"
大腿正在流血的科尔森向漂浮在上空的飞行器发出了求援。
他简直不敢相信，像这种连神盾局都没有配备，只有人联的月球基地才有少量实验型的超大机体，居然会出现在荒无人烟的太平洋小岛上。
最重要的是，对方究竟是如何躲过对全球物流系统的监控，悄无声息把建造所需要的各种资源和材料集中到一起的？
要知道建造如此复杂的超大型机械体考验的可是整体工业水平，但凡有一点不达标都不可能造的出来。
“掩护射击将在五秒钟之后开始，请注意躲避。”
里奥·菲兹略显紧张的声音从通讯器频道传了出来。
正当巨大的机甲迈着沉重步伐从山洞里走出来的刹那，飞行器上的等离子加农炮遍射出一道粗壮无比的深蓝色光柱，在地面上划出一道深深的沟壑。
凡是被扫到的倒霉蛋，立马就会从中间断裂成两节，亦或是当场蒸发殆尽。
即便是装有小型能量护盾的陶钢动力机甲，也无法抵挡这种功率的恐怖高温。
但就在光柱照射到敌人最大的机甲时，一道半透明的隔膜突然凭空出现，轻而易举便拦截了来自飞行器的攻击。
下一秒……
架设在肩膀上的三个巨大炮口立刻调整方向，瞄准并锁定了暴露自身位置的神盾局飞行器。
“小心！快规避！”
科尔森显然意识到接下来会发生什么，立刻冲飞行器上的驾驶员大声喊叫。
但是很可惜，一切都太晚了。
只见巨大机甲的炮口快速完成充能，紧跟着便朝试图爬升高度来避开对方射程的飞行器射出了致命的红光。
轰！！！！！！！ 仅仅一刹那，飞行器用来存放武器弹药和装备的腹部机舱就被直接洞穿。
剧烈的爆炸和刺眼火光更是照亮了天空，随后便开始摇摇欲坠的向海平面跌落。
能看得出，驾驶员已经很努力在试图进行迫降。
可惜的是在距离不到一百米的地方，动力系统还是不可避免的宕机了，巨大的飞行器如同一块陨石径直砸向海面。
砰！ 哗啦啦啦！
溅起的水花甚至形成了数米高的浪拍向沙滩。
至于飞机上的人状况如何、究竟是死是活，根本没人知道。
“不！不！不！怎么会这样？”
科尔森显然无法接受如此多手下就这样白白丧命，整个人都陷入了强烈的悔恨与自责中。
他这会儿就算反应再迟钝也意识到，这其实是对方故意设下的陷阱，引诱自己前来自投罗网。
但遗憾的是他意识到的太晚了一点。
轰！轰！轰！轰！ 伴随着巨型机甲前进发出的巨大响声和震动，这个庞然大物终于停在了科尔森的面前。
就在他以为对方会干脆利落的干掉自己时，驾驶舱的大门突然开启，紧跟着一张熟悉的脸出现在了视线中。
“约翰·加勒特！你……你就是千里眼？”
科尔森整个人震惊到几乎忘记了受伤那条腿所产生的疼痛。
因为在他的印象中，这位资历比自己还要老的“前辈”可是为了神盾局出生入死，执行过相当多非常非常危险的任务，甚至特工等级比自己还要高。
他完全无法理解这样的人为什么会成为一名叛徒。
“呦，你好像很困惑不是吗？”
约翰·加勒特咧开嘴露出了充满恶趣味的笑容，无疑非常享受对方那难以置信的眼神和表情。
在他的脑海中，已经不知道多少次幻想过这个场景。
“你究竟是谁？又在为什么组织效力？”
科尔森迅速从震惊中恢复过来，开始尝试着打听有用的信息，展现出一名顶级特工该有的素质。
但约翰·加勒特并没有直接回答，而是抬起右臂呈四十五度大声高呼：“Hail Hydra！”
瞬间！
在场那些与神盾局交战的家伙也都纷纷摆出同样的姿态无比狂热的回应道：“Hail Hydra！”
哪怕就是受伤正在接受治疗的人也强忍疼痛挣扎着爬了起来。
从这些人的身上，科尔森感受到了一种信仰的力量。
正是有这样的信仰，所以他们在之前的战斗中才悍不畏死，哪怕是在临死前都要冲到近前引爆威力巨大的爆炸物与神盾局的特工同归于尽。
最最重要的是，除了敌人之外，科尔森还看到了自己的手下也有好几个人跟着举起右手高喊这句口号。
很快，在他的注视下，格兰特·沃德摘下头盔面带微笑的走向约翰·加勒特。
而后者则张开双臂给了他一个热情的拥抱，用力拍打着背部称赞道：“干得漂亮，我的孩子。你比我想象中的还要出色，不仅完成了我交付给你的任务，同样还把科尔森和他的小队引到这个进行准备的陷阱。”
“您过奖了。这一切都是我该做的。毕竟如果没有您和九头蛇其他成员的帮助，我也不可能拥有现在的力量跟地位。”
格兰特·沃德谦逊的低下头向自己的养父兼上级表达服从。
不光是他，身后那几个宣誓加入九头蛇的神盾局特工也纷纷低下头，不敢与那双阴沉锐利的眼睛对视。
“九头蛇？你们居然是九头蛇！这个组织不是在二战时期就已经被美国队长摧毁了吗？”
科尔森瞪大眼睛声音中带着一丝颤抖。
因为这个消息实在是太过于劲爆了。
“哈哈哈哈！ 亲爱的菲尔，你难道忘记九头蛇的口号是什么吗？
砍掉一个头，长出两个头。
试问就以美国队长那愚笨愚蠢的脑子，怎么可能摧毁一个遍布全世界的庞大机构。
他所摧毁的不过是约翰·施密特所领导的一支罢了。
更何况就连这一支也没消灭干净，反而因为回形针行动成功打入神盾局内部开始寄生、发展，整个神盾局早就已经变成蛇盾局。
经过这么多年的快速发展，超过百分之六十以上的高层和重要职位都是我们的人在把持。
尼克·弗瑞那个自作聪明的家伙还以为自己掌控了一切。
殊不知这不过是我们在配合他欺骗全世界罢了。”
约翰·加勒特显然在潜伏期间憋得太久了，以至于今天格外有交谈的兴致，还没等对方问就直接自爆了。
毕竟在他看来，菲尔·科尔森现在已经是摆在砧板上的鱼肉，接下来想怎么料理就怎么料理。
那种居高临下成功愚弄欺骗对方、操纵对方生死的感觉，令他产生了无与伦比的心理优越感，还有精神上的巨大满足。
西楚霸王项羽曾经说过，富贵不归乡如衣绣夜行。
还有有句话说过，人活着就是为了装逼。
虽然这两句话都有些过于极端，但不可否认的是的确体现了人性中的某些特点。
比如说表演欲，再比如说攀比心理。
其中最典型的例子就是网络和现实生活中的各种炫富，以及人们对于功成名就的追求与渴望。
很显然，约翰·加勒特眼下就处在这样一种非常特殊的精神状态。
他渴望从科尔森的眼神中找到震惊、恐惧跟敬畏，以满足自己内心之中的强烈虚荣心，以至于完全忽略了养子格兰特·沃德眼神中一闪而逝的杀意。
“所以你们利用神盾局作为掩护，故意把各种先进的科技打包带走偷偷制造这些武器和装备？之前那次绑架科学家和偷窃反物质也是你们策划的？”
科尔森迅速将所有的事件和谜团串联起来，同时心情也跌入了谷底。
“没错！而且我还可以告诉你，亚历山大·皮尔斯、西特维尔、布洛克·朗姆洛等统统都是我们的人。眼下他们已经控制了人联太空舰队的百分之七十，用不了多久便能横扫整个地球，建立起一个史无前例的九头蛇帝国。”
约翰·加勒特抬起手做了个握拳的动作，整个人精神处于高度兴奋状态。
就在下一刻，断了一条腿的科尔森突然毫无征兆的爆发，举起那只威力恐怖的小手枪就要扣动扳机杀死对方。
他显然很清楚在没有机械臂辅助的情况下，只要开枪就意味着两条手臂要彻底报废，搞不好连小命都要丢掉。
但为了完成任务把这个惊天的消息送出去，他也是豁出去了。
可就在手指刚要扣下的瞬间，约翰·加勒特以超越人类身体素质极限的反应速度，一把握住科尔森的持枪的两只手。
那巨大的力量甚至将覆盖着陶钢装甲的手指都给掰弯了，里边的金属传动支架更是发出吱嘎的响声，最终彻底断裂失去了操作的可能性。
同样的，位于里边的手指也随之骨折。
The piercing pain made Coulson scream, and then he half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.
He simply couldn't believe that the other party was actually a superhuman!
Especially the hand covered with scales that looks like a monster's claw. It doesn't look like a human at all.
"It feels great to not have to hide my power! You know what? Ever since I got the method to create the Extremis virus, I have been trying to find a technology to mass-produce people with super powers.
Later, Alexander Pierce brought another option, which was to accept the power of the Abyss and become a half-demon.
I combined the two to successfully transform myself into who I am today.
It won't be long before I create more super soldiers like myself.
So there's no need to act like you've seen a ghost.
After all, Hydra is not S.H.I.E.L.D. We will not refuse to embrace more advanced technology because of ridiculous ethics and laws."
As John Garrett said this, his tone was full of pride and honor.
"So you turned yourself into a monster?"
Coulson was sweating profusely from the pain, but he still had no intention of giving up or surrendering.
John Garrett smiled and responded: "No, not a monster. I prefer to call it a new human being, or a great and glorious progress..."
Before he could finish his words, Grant Ward, who had been standing nearby without moving for a long time, finally seized an opportunity. He suddenly pulled out a dagger emitting red light and inserted it into his adoptive father's jaw from the blind spot behind at lightning speed.
Poof! After the blood splattered, John Garrett's body twitched uncontrollably, and then he slowly turned his head with a look of astonishment on his face, as if he didn't understand what happened until the last moment before his death, and why this boy who always worshipped him and obeyed him wanted to kill his father.
But in the end, he was unable to open his mouth to make any sound, and he just fell straight into a pool of blood like a corpse.
Not only Coulson and the captured SHIELD agents were stunned, even the Hydra people were a little confused about the situation.
"snort!
Damn you old man! Do you think I am still the ignorant boy who will be controlled and enslaved by you? Don't be naive!
I have already successfully gotten rid of your influence with the help of that adult."
As he spoke, Grant Ward pulled out a book that exuded a strong evil aura from his bosom. After a brief confusion, the constantly changing characters on the book suddenly spelled out a few words in English - "The Biography of Filial Sons".
When he held the book in his hands, his eyes and temperament became unusually gloomy. One could even vaguely see horns formed by shadows on his forehead, and behind him there was a pair of wings and a slender tail with hooks.
Needless to say, this book is an evil artifact that Zuo Si wrote and created when he was free.
The content is also very simple, which is to record various "filial" behaviors in the multiverse and add the evil divine power of the great devil.
In this way, this thing becomes an absolute "father worry" and a "treasure for father".
No matter who you are, once you get this book and read its contents, you will immediately feel strong dissatisfaction and even resentment towards your father, adoptive father, teacher and other male elders.
Then, by constantly accumulating this dissatisfaction and hatred, learning the knowledge, techniques and magic recorded above, he will eventually become a qualified "filial son".
Poor John Garrett had no idea that his eldest son was no longer the boy he knew before, so despite his great strength, he was hit without any preparation.
After completing his "filial piety", Grant Ward didn't care about the reactions of other people around him. He took off his power armor calmly, took out the "Book of the Devil", opened a page, and began to chant a spell to the corpse.
In just less than a minute, the blood flowing on the ground gathered into a huge magic circle, and the corpses became the nodes of this magic circle.
Finally, a ball of red flame suddenly emerged from the corpse and slowly condensed into a terrifying shape with a tall stature and two eyes of different colors. It was exactly the big devil form of Zuo Si himself.
When he noticed the body on the ground, Zuo Si's mouth corners immediately rose sharply, and he praised in an undisguised tone: "This is really a perfect assassination. The victim didn't even have the slightest bit of vigilance from beginning to end. I didn't expect you to accomplish the feat of patricide so quickly."
"You're too kind. This is just the beginning. Next, I will kill my brother with my own hands and say goodbye to the past completely." Grant Ward promised solemnly.
"very good.
You have to know that for most people, the pain and shadow of childhood will accompany them throughout their lives and are almost impossible to heal.
I am glad to see that you have recovered from this misfortune and have realized your true nature.
Now, as agreed, I will grant you a helper to help you successfully infiltrate the top leadership of Hydra and prepare for the next action.
Remember, you only have one chance.
If you fail, you will lose not only your life, but also your most precious soul."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si, who descended into consciousness in the form of fire, exhaled towards the corpse on the ground.
In a flash!
A ball of hellfire burned the corpse to ashes, leaving not even a trace of ashes.
But just a few seconds later, a devil with horns on his head, wings and a tail behind him walked out of the flames.
Its appearance was about 70% similar to the dead John Garrett, and it kept changing as it moved through the flames, and in the end, it looked exactly like the dead John Garrett...