It turns out I don’t know anything and am just showing off here...

Chen Guang was speechless. Suddenly, he realized something and asked the system in his heart: 'System, is the transcendent being the one who gave me the mission of this world?'

The system confirmed his guess: [Yes, when approaching this universe, I conveyed job information to this universe that I could do the task. In this universe where there is a subjective image of consciousness in this world, only the god named the Transcendent can accept it.

accepted our application and gave us a job.]

It turned out to be the financial owner.

Chen Guang was immediately grateful to the Transcendent for allowing him to come to the Marvel Universe. Otherwise, he would have had no idea how many time travel opportunities he would have had to find the next world that could bring him such a terrifying improvement.

It seems that completing the world mission will also be put on the agenda.

At this moment, Red Skull continued to say in a calm voice: "The soul gem knows the purpose of your coming here, but if you want to control the power of life and death in this universe and break the most fundamental balance, you need to pay a sufficient price."

As he spoke, he slowly floated to the cliff of this peak, and turned back to look at Chen Guangdao: "Sacrifice the people or things you love most, and give them up. Only then can you understand the true meaning and value of life and death."

Chen Guang was silent for a long time.

An extremely long period of time...so long that the sun, which had been in total eclipse, slowly fell, and so long that his shadow was stretched longer and longer by the sunlight that had only a halo left.

The Red Skull just stayed aside quietly, as if he had merged with the sky, not caring about the passage of time.

Finally, Chen Guang reached out his hand...

He opened his palm, revealing a ring that shone brightly like gold.

The One Ring.

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Hell's Kitchen, New York.

The darkest hour before the sun rises.

In the Port of Manhattan, a private ship quietly docked.

Several men with firearms walked out of the boat. Each of them had a resolute face and a cold expression. Most of them had short hair, and many of them had wounds on their faces.

The leaders were two men who looked equally fierce, but they had similar faces, so they were obviously blood-related brothers.

The visitors were the Russian brothers, Anatole and Vladimir, who had recently brought their brothers from their hometown to New York to establish their power.

After they landed quietly, they looked at the deserted port and frowned secretly.

Vladimir took out the communicator from his arms and said with a cold face: "We have arrived at the agreed place. The fifteen hundred kilograms are here. Where is the person who connected us?"

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed with murderous intent: "Before you speak, I hope you think clearly... If you break the appointment or call the police, I will definitely find you, kill you, and then kill your family.

Your friends, everyone you know, even your classmates, teachers, the vendor who sold you pancakes in the morning, and the neighbors who greeted you, do you hear me clearly?"

"I heard it very clearly."

A voice came from the communicator and the container not far away at the same time.

The group of Russians immediately picked up their weapons and aimed at them. The leading Russian brothers looked at each other. Vladimir hung up the communicator, frowned and looked at each other with his chin raised, his eyes filled with impatience.

"What are you pretending to be? Kingpin."

The figure hidden in the darkness jumped off the container and stood among the street lights of the port.

Only then did the group of Russians see clearly that the visitor was actually a man dressed in dark red clothing with two horns on his head, as if he was dressing up as a devil.

"You are not Kingpin, who are you?!"

Although it was a question, the moment he exited the room, Vladimir raised his gun and pulled the trigger without any scruples.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the scene fell into dead silence.

The Russian gangsters stared at this devil like a devil from hell.

He clenched his hand into a fist, stretched it out in front of himself, and then slowly released his fist. With a 'ding...dang...' sound, a brass bullet fell to the ground and bounced up.

"I am indeed not Kingpin." After saying that, the other party raised his feet and walked towards the Russian people.

Behind this unarmed man, it was as if a sea of ​​blood from hell was rising up, making these Russian veterans who had been armed with firearms want to retreat, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

The man said coldly: "Kingpin is dead. He could not bear the life in prison without any privileges and the long confinement and committed suicide. I hope your hearts are strong enough and not as fragile as him... because of suicide

, but you will go to hell.”

"Fire!" The Russian gangsters finally couldn't bear it anymore. Under Vladimir's roar, they all finally pulled the triggers, and the semi-automatic submachine guns suddenly spit out flames that seemed to tear apart the darkness.

But in the flames, the demon-like man avoided all the straight lines extending from the muzzle of the gun at an indescribable speed, and penetrated into the crowd through the narrow bullet gap.

With his first breath, he poked one man's eyes out, then roundhouse kicked and shattered another man's jaw.

With the second breath, he threw the two men away to prevent them from being shot by others who turned their guns.

He quickly raised his hand, and under Vladimir's horrified eyes, took the pistol bullet he shot.

Then the brass bullet was used as a projectile, and before the Russian brothers continued to fire, it was thrown directly into the muzzle of the two men's guns. As the two men subconsciously pulled the trigger, the barrel exploded instantly.

In just a few breaths, this man charged forward and beat several well-trained gang members armed with submachine guns until their bones were broken, their eyes were blinded, their kidneys were exploded, their spines were broken, and their limbs were shattered!

"Ahhhh!!!"

Of course, the furious screams showed that none of them died.

The younger brother of the Russian brothers, Anatole, screamed and covered his legs. He was covered in cold sweat and cried in fear: "Vladimir! My legs! I can't feel my legs!"

Vladimir also gritted his teeth and endured the pain of his thigh bones and arms being broken. He lay on the ground and looked at the figure who was slightly out of breath, picking up their weapons one by one, and removing the bullets from them.

Said: "You... who are you? Why do you want to deal with us? We should... have no conflict of interest!"

The other party slowly turned around, and Vladimir discovered that the other party's eyes were actually wrapped in a mask, and his eyes were not exposed.

This makes it impossible to detect the emotion in his eyes, but instead makes people shudder even more because of the unknown fear.

Just listen to him whisper: "No, you committing crimes here are in conflict with my biggest interests."

"Remember, the night in New York is the territory of the night devil."

"I see, is this your solution? In order to drive away the wolves, you turn yourself into a peeing wolf and exclude them from your territory?"

From the shadows, a naked man walked out. He was carrying a cello case, but it was obvious that he was not here to play an instrument.

Matt, who had long sensed Frank's approach, turned back without surprise: "Do you still want to give me some advice on my method?"

Frank waved his hand and said with seeming disdain: "At least you really did it, but I still think it would be better to kill them, so as not to spend taxpayers' money on treatment in prison."

Seeing that he had been reluctantly acknowledged by the other party, Matt couldn't help but smile and said: "This is a matter of economics. Let those who are engaged in finance figure out a way."

At this moment, under Matt's electric field induction, Frank suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky in shock, his mouth opened unconsciously, and his heart was pounding.

Matt also quickly raised his head. Although he could only clearly feel everything in the electric field, he could not see far away like ordinary people.

I can only frown, feeling the huge sense of oppression coming from the sky...

The sun failed to rise in New York this morning.

Everyone on the street couldn't help but look at the sky, opened their mouths, and were speechless.

All I saw was a continent, shrouded in the dome of New York.

It blocked the sun behind it, and when the sun began to rise, the whole of New York was still shrouded in darkness.

And on that continent floating in the sky, under the sunlight behind it, the gorgeous palaces released a dazzling brilliance.

In the New York Sanctuary, Ancient One walked to the balcony, raised his head, looked at the sky, frowned and said: "Asgard..."

"I haven't seen this kind of development in the future?"
Chapter completed!