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Kingpin was able to rise in such a short period of time, and there was no doubt that the test he had to face was inevitable.

But... he triumphed.

The victory was about three-quarters faster than he expected.

Kingpin unified the Los Angeles underworld much faster than he could have imagined.

You must know that before coming here, Kingpin was attracted by the "famous reputation" of Los Angeles, the "City of Angels".

The city with the highest crime rate in the United States is also the city with the largest number of gang theories in the United States.

In such a city, even if their gangs are not as powerful as those in New York, they shouldn't be so crotch-stretching, right?

But the fact is that Kingpin probably spent less than one-tenth of his efforts and conquered more territory than he did before leaving New York.

Regarding Kingpin's confusion, the local gangs in Los Angeles who were trembling at his feet after being beaten by him said so.

They'd never had a crazy bastard like Kingpin in their lives!

Gangsters like them fight for territory and business, and even in the most intense moments, they only use some fully automatic weapons.

But Kingpin, this madman, greets them all with an RPG!

The out-of-town gangs are so rude!

Later, Jin Bin’s actions became even more unscrupulous. Not only was this ‘fat man’ ruthless, but he also had more resources than they could comprehend!

They really couldn't figure out how Kingpin, an 'outsider' who almost went to Los Angeles for nothing, got the handle on the local police chief and then obtained an armory-level arms!

These gangs were also connected together to get rid of the unstable factor Kingpin, but this madman was really terrible.

The gang alliance in Los Angeles was scattered and dispersed because of Kingpin's unscrupulous killings, and the entire Los Angeles fell into Kingpin's hands.

The crime king took over Los Angeles and rebuilt his criminal empire without any effort.

Kingpin, who understood the ins and outs of the matter, sighed and crushed the head of the informer in front of him.

These gangsters are really messing around!

I know how to sell drugs and women all day long, and receive protection fees. No self-assertion at all, no ambition at all!

You must know that in his city, even if it is just a leader or even a member of a small gang, which one does not have lofty ideals!

Everyone has to carry a rocket launcher when they go out for a walk, and they are afraid that a blind pervert in a red tights will come out from behind and beat them until they are paralyzed!

Finally, we arrived in Los Angeles, huh... nothing more than that!

How dare a city like this call itself the City of Angels or the City of Crime? !

Oh, today he, Kingpin, just wants to teach these little brothers. What is a qualified gangster, and what is a local villain in New York!

Jin Bin clenched his palms slightly, crushed the bones into powder and blew them away in the wind. The body covered with muscles like a mountain was steaming with heat.

But then again, although moving to a new place has made me more successful, but...

The troubles of the past came one after another.

…

Hot Johnny, a stunt motorcycle rider, a legend, a popular motorcycle rider outside the circle, a man who should not have appeared in this universe.

When Ultron turned his attention away from Kingpin, after reading the news for a while, he discovered another shocking fact.

This universe actually has a guy like Johnny Blaze.

The Hellwalker of the original story, Ghost Rider, is a guy who is incompatible with this universe no matter what.

He shouldn't be in this universe, but he still is.

But really, it doesn't matter who Ghost Rider is.

The most important question, the most worthy of concern is always...

"Maybe you should study some cases about not knowing too many secrets..."

A gentle voice sounded in the back of his head, and Ultron, who had just turned around, saw a man who was dressed elegantly and looked like an old gentleman.

But Ultron didn't sense any breath of life in this guy.

Combined with the source of Johnny Blaze's power, his identity is almost certain.

"Mephisto, Lord of Hell...why did you come to me?"

Mephisto showed a pleasant smile. He held down the dagger that Ultron had thrust over and gently shook his finger at him.

"A visitor from another universe is eyeing my guest. I should take a look, both logically and emotionally."

Johnny Blaze is the old guy's prey, the Ghost Rider he's targeting.

But to be honest, Johnny himself is meaningless. To Mephisto, he is just one of his countless transactions that is not worthy of attention.

It's not so much Johnny's soul that is important as the container that can carry the fallen angel.

"...Aren't you the Mephisto of this universe?"

"To me, the difference in the universe is actually meaningless." Mephisto took out the handkerchief on his chest and wiped his fingers carefully, and said slowly

"Every universe has a clone of me. We are independent and integrated with the main body...Forget it, there is no point in explaining so much to you."

"I thought you would like my soul..." Ultron said meaningfully

"You are indeed a unique collector's item!"

Mephisto chuckled. For the Lord of the Hell Dimension, most of the transactions would not bring him much substantial benefit - but he would still like to do it.

Many people put Mephisto's identity as the old devil before his identity as the Lord of the Hell Dimension. This is actually a wrong concept.

The old devil will not get much profit from the soul transaction with mortals. The power and 'profit' he obtains are still the same as those of other dimensional masters. They obtain it by signing a contract with a spellcaster on the main material plane in exchange for power. Something can be gained.

The cunning selling of wishes and collecting souls can at best be regarded as a side job of the old devil - well, a side job with extremely evil taste.

There is no doubt that Ultron's soul is a very high-quality thing. His uniqueness gives him a very high collection value, and his own abilities also give him a very high practical value.

"But I will not taint a soul like yours." Mephisto threw away the handkerchief, and the expression on his face instantly turned into disgust.

"A soul locked in time and infected by darkness... has value, but it is also a waste!"

"What you said is really hurtful." Ultron shrugged and narrowed his eyes.

"So... you are here to warn me? Warn me not to disturb your plan to teach your son a lesson?"

Ultron still remembers the various knowledge he gained when he was 'born', including information about various superheroes, or the various personal privacy violations recorded by SHIELD, including Johnny Blaze. things.

He also knew exactly what Mephisto had done to the unfortunate Beatle.

To put it simply, Mephisto has a stupid son named Witch Heart Demon, who is so cerebral that he thinks that by getting a contract that his father lost that contains the souls of thousands of saints, he can turn the world into purgatory and rule the entire prime matter. plane.

Such a stupid concept would feel extremely stupid even if Ultron didn't know much about magic.

When did the great earth actually fall to the point where it could be controlled by thousands of souls?

Even for so-called saints, the sacrifice of thousands of souls is nothing. If it really had such value, the devil would have ruled the world long ago during the First and Second World Wars!

Then, in order to teach his stupid and arrogant son a lesson, Mephisto gave the power of Ghost Rider to Johnny Blaze.

Oh, by the way, this old devil also had a bad taste in committing an occupational disease at that time. He used a contract with obvious loopholes to trick Johnny into watching his father die miserably.

This behavior was not only meaningless in terms of consequences, but also caused a soul that was already dying to die early. Not only did it bring no benefits, but it made Johnny hate him.

But Mephisto just likes to do this, which further proves that this old devil who is a fun-loving person doesn't care at all about the souls exchanged for the deal.

"Witch Heart is a brainless ass." Mephisto made no secret of his contempt for his son.

"But I don't need to go to great lengths to teach him a lesson! Dead man, I said, I'm here to warn you!"

"Don't try to get involved in things you shouldn't get involved in, or expect to change the present to affect your past behavior! I really don't want to do the work of corrective power!"

After saying that, Mephisto suddenly disappeared, and Ultron clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and sighed helplessly.

Mephisto was right. After Ultron learned of Johnny's existence, he had the idea of ​​'changing'.

Johnny Blaze had never had any contact with him, because the Ghost Rider had disappeared for a long time after Ultron was born.

If you can change your destiny to a certain extent by interfering with him, can you change the past from the present?

As a result, as soon as he had this idea, Mephisto appeared.

It's also possible that his retrieval of Johnny triggered a certain reaction mechanism in the old devil, so...

Maybe fate really cannot be violated.

Ultron shook his head, turned off Johnny Blaze's message, and clicked on another one.

There were flashy personal ads about mercenary Wade Wilson, about graduating Columbia University professor Reed Richards preparing to join the aerospace research program, about...

These are all characters who should not or should not appear in universe 19999 now.

But they appeared, just after the Battle of New York, and suddenly poured out as if some gap had opened.

The United States will definitely become very lively.

In this carnival of villains and heroes.

However, Ultron was a little concerned about one of Mephisto's names.

Why did he call himself dead?

275. Coulson’s Adventure (1)

When Coulson arrived out of breath at what the Sheriff said was an abandoned lumberyard, he met an unexpected person.

"We meet again, Son of Cole."

The professor named Desmond smiled at Colson in a gentle voice.

"What do you want to do? You shouldn't be here."

Coulson directly drew the gun from his waist and pointed it at the man of unknown origin.

"Look, Agent Coulson. Midgard is a huge world, and every corner of the atrium does not belong to you, or anyone else."

Desmond sighed, picked up his cane, and said softly

"If I had to name a real master, it would definitely not be you, the United States."

"Alabama is an integral part of America!"

"Really?" Desmond showed a mocking expression.

"Son of Cole, do you know what I have witnessed? I saw your ancestors taking the Mayflower and landing in this wild land with nothing. I saw them interacting with the native Indians. I saw them trembling in the name of weakness and friendliness at first. Then, I watched them bring the virus to this land, I saw them drive away the indigenous people with swords and muskets, and finally turned the festival to thank them into It has become a festival of thanksgiving to God.”

"Do you think this is your country? Just because you have lived here for two hundred years? Or do you think the so-called flags you planted on these lands have any great legal effect? ​​Do you think you said If so, is it the so-called law?”

"No, Sons of Cole. You have no rights. This land does not belong to you and it is free to come and go."

"If you say so, no country in the world deserves to own the land under their feet." Colson said coldly

"But it is the international community and the majority of mankind that determine the country. This is enough. This is a country for mankind, not a place based on who came first!"

"I agree with your point of view." Desmond nodded thoughtfully and smiled.

"But to be honest, justice and justice still have problems the size of a fist, right? Your American fist is big enough to make everyone listen to you."

"But are your fists as big as those of the Father of the Gods? He said that the whole earth belongs to him. Can you refute his words?"

Before Coulson could say anything, Desmond said leisurely

"No, the facts prove that you can't do anything. You can only talk about justice and morality in front of people who are stronger than you, and strength in front of people who are weaker than you. Therefore, the final destination of all laws and justice is only a fist. .”

"...Who are you? Are you an Asgardian?"

Coulson withdrew his pistol, but this did not mean that he gave up resistance, but he understood that his pistol would not be effective against an Asgardian.

"Yes, at least it used to be..."

Desmond sighed. He looked at the stars in the sky, but there was only deep longing and longing in his eyes.

But soon, he withdrew his gaze, adjusted his mood, looked at Colson and said softly

"Son of Cole, I must say again that I have no ill intentions in coming here. I want to solve the source of these problems more than you do..."

"What exactly caused all this?" Coulson asked with a frown.

"It's HIVI," Desmond said with a wary look on his face.

"That's a group of cosmic diseases, a terrifying enemy that you humans can't even imagine! I don't know where it came from, maybe it's a fish that slipped through the net under the eternal seal, or maybe..."

"Anyway, this will be a huge problem. You just need to understand that if the disaster they caused spreads, the Father of the Gods may have to use the Rainbow Bridge to clean this place again."