With Sargeras personally completing all the high-level officials, including Kil'jaeden, the Burning Legion, which once swept the real universe and was so vicious, finally fell into history.
Similarly, the knowledge, technology, and star maps stored in the Titan Pantheon all 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 anymore.
joke!
There are two powerful Titans watching from the side. No matter it is the Shadow Realm or the sealed ancient gods, whoever dares to jump out will be punished mercilessly.
In addition, on the planet Argus, there are also a large number of Devil Astartes stationed and their huge cannon fodder army built with shimmering oil, devil corpses, and Burning Legion technological creations. Even the entire planet has been completed into a huge
Reanimated War Fortress.
In front of such a terrifying lineup, if they don't take the initiative to invade other forces, they will be grateful. How could someone take the initiative to seek death after being full.
You must know that Azeroth has been invaded from time to time in the past, and the root cause is that there was no background before it was discovered.
Therefore, the Void Lord unscrupulously sent several ancient gods to corrupt it.
Later, when the Titan Pantheon arrived, all the ancient gods were dead and disabled, and the rest who were lucky enough to survive were completely sealed.
For a long time, no other force dared to reach out to this planet that gave birth to star souls.
It wasn't until Sargeras defeated the Titan Pantheon that the Burning Legion once again began planning to invade Azeroth, intending to turn her into the second Argus.
Warden Zoval also waited until Sargeras was sealed and the Burning Legion fell into civil strife because it was leaderless before taking action.
In other words, all these intruders have one very distinct characteristic.
That is, it will only cause trouble when Azeroth is most vulnerable and has no protection or prying eyes from other external forces.
Therefore, the tragic experience of "Ai-chan" is equivalent to telling everyone that it is really not possible to work around without a reliable backing before growing up.
Fortunately, Zuo Si now became her backstage, and even arranged for two doorkeepers and a group of thugs.
Whether it is Holy Light, Life, or Death and Shadow, any force that wants to exert influence on the Azeroth Star Soul needs to consider whether it can withstand the endless army of New Phyrexia and the Shimmering Oil.
The power that can infect all things.
What's more, there is the most powerful Eldrazi Titan enjoying a feast in the Shadow Void - Emrakul.
Zuo Si now has too many trump cards at his disposal, so he doesn't worry about what kind of trouble this universe will cause in his hands.
In other words, from the moment the Burning Legion and Sargeras were defeated, this place was already his property.
…
At the same time, in the huge cyberpunk city far away on the ninth level of Baator Hell, a steady stream of souls brought back are injecting unprecedented vitality into the place.
Countless people have become rich because of this, and an equal number of people have lost everything. They have lost all their souls, their families and their descendants. They have even been caught by debt collectors and bred like breeding pigs or stallions.
Then expand the number of bloodlines to ensure that the astronomical huge debt can be repaid.
Just like Zuo Si's original idea of creating this place, there will always be some people in the city who live a life of luxury and luxury like emperors, and there will always be some 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 to promote kindness, and the law allows them to do so, and even establish their own communities and groups to participate in politics.
But the interesting part is that the ubiquitous temptation and the coercion of the overall social environment have caused all these people in the good camp to eventually either become corrupted or simply give up their original ideals and escape.
Because this huge cyberpunk city is like a devil's cave, constantly devouring good souls, and then turning them into insidious, profit-seeking devils.
Even many gods and celestial beings from the good camp have begun to doubt whether the desires and instincts of mortals really hide some underlying evil.
Otherwise, why in this huge city that clearly does not seem to have any obvious tendency towards evil rules, almost everyone is sliding in the direction of evil, even those pure and flawless angels are no exception.
However, these good gods and celestial creatures do not know that the mortals who enter the ninth level of Baator Hell will soon be assimilated into the social environment and enjoy it.
They don't need any rescue at all, they just want to be immersed in all kinds of excitement and happiness and can't extricate themselves, no matter what painful price they have to pay for it in the future.
It is precisely this mentality that causes them to have an indescribable strong desire for money and wealth, which even overrides everything else.
After all, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want in this huge city that is obsessed with paper and money, and you can even gain power by spending money to participate in elections and obtain the title of Devil Noble and the corresponding power.
This kind of rapid class jump channel from the bottom to the top cannot be provided anywhere else.
It doesn't care about origin or race. As long as you have enough ability, ambition and wealth, you can make waves and change things here.
Even if you die, you can die more vigorously than elsewhere.
Therefore, anyone who has lived here for a long time will have a mentality that "this is their own stage".
They are eager to express themselves on the stage, to be respected and even to win applause.
The most typical example is the bounty incident that has swept through half of the city recently.
More than tens of thousands of bounty hunters, mercenaries, adventurers and gang members fought over this, and various mutilated corpses could be seen in dark alleys almost every day, and it even gradually evolved into a secret war.
In the underground war, even the underworld forces joined in and wanted a piece of the pie.
You must know that with the continuous expansion of the huge cyberpunk city, the number of large and small forces within it has long been innumerable. The complex relationships between them are either subordinate, hostile, cooperative, or alliance, which can make the most complex.
Devils who are good at this will feel extremely headache.
In addition, it is also mixed with a series of fatal labels such as collusion between officials and businessmen, political donations, consortium monopoly, bureaucracy, etc.
Picking a few at random will cause violent conflicts in human society, and even lead to civil strife, revolution and war.
But the interesting thing is that these things that are DeBuff for normal society are all integrated and run quite well.
Facts have proved that social conflicts are a bit like raising worms. Maybe three, five, or seven or eight are fatal when stacked together, but once the number exceeds a certain critical point, it can stabilize in a strange and weird way, just like a certain
The code written by some programmers is basically dependent on all kinds of weird bugs to run normally.
At this moment, as the initiator of the great chaos, Kabor, a financial expert from the Marvel Universe Earth, is sitting in a pipe bar located more than two hundred meters above the ground, while looking at the 3D projector.
While watching the news program, I was drinking a drink made of unknown stuff, with expressions of nervousness and fear on my face.
Because he never dreamed that he would actually cause such a terrible storm.
Nowadays, he is like a child walking in the downtown area holding a gold brick. He can no longer decide where to go next.
Especially the fights that broke out for him, and the bloody scenes that were imprinted in his mind like nightmares, made this man truly feel deep regret and regret for the first time.
He hated why he was obsessed with bringing the Wall Street operation of "starving the brave to death of the timid" to Bartow Hell, and how dare he secretly increase the leverage to such a high level behind everyone's back.
Now not only are the black and white factions putting high bounties on his head, but the people on Earth are also chasing him like crazy.
It can be said that Kabor is now a street rat that everyone shouts about. Anyone who dares to show up in any public place will definitely trigger fights, bloodshed and death. It is as if he has been subjected to a terrible curse.
The only good thing is that the underground pipe bar he is currently in is not a legal business place, but a secret place that does not have any photos, nor appears on the navigation and maps, and is exclusively for those rich and powerful VIP customers.
Provide a relatively safe haven.
"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, still chewing a piece of gum containing psychostimulant drugs.
Since there are magic and divine spells that can reduce or even eliminate the side effects, taking drugs is quite common in the ninth level of Baator Hell.
Especially this kind of chewing gum, which can improve the speed and sensitivity of nerve reflexes after being taken, many people can never stop after trying it once.
Because it can not only greatly increase combat effectiveness, but also keep people's senses and mental state in an extremely excited state.
Whether it is alcohol, tobacco, drugs, or doing some physical and mental health-building exercises with the opposite sex or the same sex, you can get unimaginable and ultimate pleasure.
So more than half of the people in this bar alone are chewing chews.
Cabor responded with a wry smile: "Shouldn't I be worried? You must know that they are the Avengers, the most powerful superhero group in my world. Once they appear and join the ranks of chasing me, it means that people
The United States is extremely angry about the mistakes I have 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 said with the same disdain: "I think they are more like some rookies who have just debuted and are eager to make a name for themselves. Don't worry, with their acting style and poor understanding of this city,
, it won’t be long before he falls into a corpse in a deserted alley or is sold into slavery.”
"No, no, no, you don't understand. The Avengers are a group of guys with extraordinary fighting power and even superpowers. Among them are not only super soldiers, but also gods and monsters!"
Kabol attempts to show off the awesomeness of this superhero group to these hometowns.
After all, compared to those extremely vicious people who were always trying to remove some "parts" from his body, or trying to cut off his head and put it into a portable life support system, this group should belong to the identity of bounty hunters and mercenaries.
The guy is relatively easy to get along with.
At least the latter would not beat, abuse, or torture him for fun for no reason.
But it's a pity that no one here took his words seriously.
The reason is also very simple.
As a node that connects countless time spaces and planes, the residents of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell have seen too many weird and weird things.
joke!
According to human standards, about half of the pedestrians on the street can be classified as monsters.
For example, there are mind flayers that feed on the brains of intelligent creatures, there are giant dragons that fly from low altitude in a majestic manner after getting a pilot license at the city hall, or there are insane beholders who are mentally ill, or there are overwhelming numbers of beholders.
Local aboriginal - devil.
As for God…
Just on one street near the city center, there are more than a thousand gods of all sizes living.
Among them are powerful gods like Wojin, the goddess of wealth in Faerûn, as well as unknown demigods or weak powers from a certain low demonic plane. Occasionally, you can also see the evil dragon god Ti who lives on the first level.
Yamat came to visit.
Therefore, Kabor's concerns were regarded by the people in the bar as a manifestation of the lack of knowledge of the "Material Plane Guy".
Similar things happen every day in this city.
After all, a legendary or even high-level professional already has ceiling-level combat power in most of the main material planes.
But here, at best, you can only be a senior advisor or gang leader.
Climbing further up is the competition between various bosses, voters and even gods and 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 part of the lordship authority granted by him, and can demonstrate combat effectiveness comparable to that of a medium-sized god in a huge cyberpunk city.
In the same way, police chiefs and senior members of the municipal council will also receive temporary divine blessings.
At the beginning, because their soul energy reserves were too small, their overall strength was not too outrageous.
But as Zuo Si's hand reaches out to the entire multiverse, absorbing the souls of mortals from thousands of time and space, it has now tumbling and expanded to an unimaginable extent.
So if anyone dares to cause trouble here, even if one of the gods is dispatched, the whole army may be wiped out in minutes.
Seeing that no one paid attention to his reminder, Kabor smiled helplessly. While laughing, he raised his head and drank all the drinks that were mixed with unknown things.
You must know that when he was a powerful man on Wall Street, he would not touch these gadgets of unknown origin that may cause permanent damage to the body and even the brain.
But now, every day counts, every minute of happiness counts.
Anyway, the money he gave himself to escape had already been taken away, and now it was like a valuable commodity changing hands repeatedly between different forces.
Even though I can still sit here drinking and chatting now, maybe a fierce battle will break out in the next second.
However, Kabor, who was the chief culprit of all this, did not know what kind of disaster his actions had brought to the earth where he lived.
At this moment, at the People's Federation headquarters on Earth, the devil salesman Alves is holding a debt bill that is thirty meters long, politely and smilingly asking for the debt.
He simply couldn't believe that the task assigned to him by the lord was completed in such a dramatic and black humorous manner so soon.
That’s a total of 1.5 billion souls!
The business bonus alone is enough for him to be promoted to a powerful hell fiend and obtain a relatively high position in the complex and huge financial system of the ninth level of Baator Hell.
So to him, these mortals are simply great nobles and great benefactors, so what if they have a bad attitude?
In contrast, the five representatives sitting across the negotiating table were all soaked in sweat at this moment, and some even the hands holding their eyes were trembling slightly involuntarily.
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 still 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 bloodshot eyes, but both hands were clenched into fists as if he would smash the table into pieces in the next second.
Because he was the one who pushed Kabol into the team in the first place.
The purpose is also very simple. I hope 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 science and technology.
In fact, Kabol has been doing very well before.
At one time, the number on the U.S. account was nearly double that of the other four powerful countries.
But the problem is that all this money comes from terrible speculation.
Anyone with some financial knowledge knows that without sufficient capital and inside information, the speculation carried out by "leeks" is basically similar to gambling.
No!
It should be said that the probability of winning money is far lower than gambling.
Because if you don’t cheat, you still have at least half the chance of winning when betting big or small, but in financial securities, it’s not bad if only one percent of people can make money when they leave the market.
Otherwise, where would the terrifying profits of those financial companies that far exceed those of the physical manufacturing industry come from every year?
Therefore, the reason why Cabor was able to make money in the past was that on the one hand, his operations were indeed quite good, and on the other hand, the devils deliberately made a pig-killing plan to attract him and other bold speculators.
It's just that no one expected that this guy would dare to play so big after achieving several successes, and it could even be regarded as a direct stud.
silence!
Terrible silence!
As a senior member of the People's Federation, everyone here does not know what 1.5 billion means to the earth and mankind today.
The British representative, who has always been indifferent, has even set his sights on a large South Asian country with a large population on the map, intending to directly sacrifice this rich former colony to fill the hole.
After all, they are professionals in keeping dead Taoist friends from dying and poor Taoists, and have accumulated rich experience more than two hundred years ago.
What's more, in the eyes of the noble white man Angsa, can these South Asian goblins be considered human beings?
As good neighbors and allies, we have been lovers and enemies for hundreds of years. The representative of the Gallic Rooster next to us obviously sensed the other party's intentions and asked in a polar voice: "Do you want to..."
"Shhh - don't say it, it's for everyone's good. After all, except for the South Asian subcontinent, where else can you find a population of 1.5 billion?"
"Damn! You are simply crazy! That's a billion people. How are you going to kill them all at once? Nuclear weapons? Energy weapons? Chemical weapons?"
"NO!NO!NO! That will cause unnecessary tension and worry in other countries around the world, and it will also put too heavy moral and public pressure on us. In fact, according to a technology purchased not long ago, our scientists have studied
A genetic weapon has been developed. It can target a certain race of people with specific gene expression. Just put a little bit into the clouds, and then create an artificial rainfall, and the massacre can be completed instantly and efficiently. And the dead will not die.
Feel any pain and be very, very, very humane.”
As these words blurted out, the other three representatives all showed dumbfounded expressions, as if to say, "Fuck! How dare you do such a thing?".
Although in terms of not being a good person, Dai Ying has always been far behind other competitors, and his lower limit is simply unfathomable.
Even today, all kinds of harsh jobs in the colonial era can make Mustache, who was dubbed the "devil", lament that he was still too kind back then.
However, the disappearance of a country or even a certain race of people all at once would still lower the moral bottom line of mankind a bit too much.
Especially when the word "humanity" comes out of the mouth of this well-dressed, elegant, gentleman-titled guy, it is really chilling.
So much so that the three representatives couldn't tell who was the devil between him and Alves.
The somewhat anxious Bald Eagle representative pondered for a moment and cautiously tried: "I think this is a good idea, what do you think?"
This sentence instantly silenced the other three representatives.
There are even people who keep looking back and forth between the conjugated father and son, as if they want to find out how far they can lower the moral line of mankind.
"I object! There is no airtight wall in the world. No matter how secretive something like this is, it will eventually be exposed to public view. And those who vote in favor will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.
Go up and become the sinner of all mankind.”
"I am equally opposed to this approach. How will other countries view the Awami League? How will they believe that we will lead mankind towards a better future?"
With two negative votes cast, the closed-door meeting had a delicate situation of two to two, and the pressure immediately came to the last representative who had not yet made a choice.
Because a single vote in his hand will determine the life and death of a total of 1.5 billion people in a country and its surrounding areas, and will determine the future of the Federation of People and even mankind.
Anyone with a slightly inferior mental quality would be so nervous that he would pee his pants by now.
Of course, he wasn't doing much better at the moment. The shirt under his suit had already been completely soaked, and his head, neck, and cheeks were all covered in sweat. He wanted to open his mouth and say something several times, but when he finally finished, he couldn't.
Swallowed it back.
Suddenly, national interests, morality, emotions, and responsibilities are constantly competing in my mind, as if my personality has been torn into countless small parts that are constantly competing for dominance in my mind.
"My dear friend, what are you still hesitating about?
Is there any other way for us to pay for these 1.5 billion souls besides making sacrifices?
So relax, it's not your fault, it's that traitor's fault.
What's more, there are always people in this world who have to make sacrifices. You just made the right choice at the right time and place.
Not only will you not become a sinner, but you will become a hero who saves the earth and saves mankind."
Representative Daiying persuaded this good neighbor step by step.
He obviously knew the character of the Gauls who wanted to be both bitches and erecting arches, and he understood that in order to drag them down, they first needed to be given a step that looked high and could be generally accepted.
Otherwise, the other side would not have exported ideologies and values under the banner of freedom and democracy after the end of World War II, while continuing to ruthlessly colonize and plunder vast areas of Africa, even expelling many people who had hoped to lead black people out of poverty and hunger.
Kill all the good leaders and support some greedy, corrupt, bloodthirsty, cruel tyrants to come to power.
Seeing this group of mortals scheming and scheming against each other, fully displaying the ugliness of human nature, the devil Alves was filled with excitement in his heart.
It’s so fucking brilliant!
Although it is slightly lacking in language skills and techniques, fortunately, it reveals true feelings, and the movie is countless times better than those so-called "powerful" trash TV series in the huge cyberpunk city of the ninth level of Baator Hell.
Moreover, he also felt that it would be best to mark the soul of representative Daiying.
If nothing else, with a little training, a "talent" of this level can immediately become a qualified or even excellent devil subordinate.
"I...I abstain."
After struggling for a long time, the stressed-out representative finally collapsed and made his choice in a voice full of weakness and exhaustion.
"Damn! How can you escape the responsibility given by history?"
"What a coward! I knew the Gauls were nothing but lazy and slow! It was the biggest mistake to bring you in when I decided to bring you in because you are not worthy at all!"
Seeing that the other party was not fooled, the father and son immediately took off their disguises and began to curse and humiliate them nakedly and unabashedly.
Because according to their thinking, as long as this representative casts a crucial vote, most of the pressure from public opinion will be transferred away.
After all, when voting to decide something, ignorant people often focus not on who voted for or against first, but on the person who cast the decisive vote at the end.
At that time, with a little control over the media and public opinion, the Gallic chicken will become the focus of attention and even criticism around the world.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Unfortunately, I am not a fool, and I will not take the blame at all.
So the negotiations reached a deadlock for a while.
What's even worse is that they don't dare to delay it endlessly.
Because that sky-high debt keeps growing every day, every hour, every minute, and every second through interest compounding.
Seeing this situation, Alves, who had been watching the show for a long time, suddenly coughed hard and suggested with a smile: "Everyone, since you can't come up with a good debt repayment plan for the time being, why not listen to my professional advice?
?”
"Please speak, we are listening."
The representatives quickly got up to speed and showed off their faces. One moment they were quarreling and insulting each other, and the next moment they were united under the banner of the People's Federation.
There is no way, who made them feel like fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
If we don't unite a little bit more, we might be swallowed up and become a miserable colony.
With the devil's endless thirst for souls, he might just treat humans as pigs raised in captivity.
"My proposal is simple.
Since you can't get 1.5 billion souls at once, why don't you try to change your thinking?
For example, let's ignore the debt for the time being and directly extend the period through financing.
Then they continue to borrow money to clone humans or use artificial womb systems to multiply and expand themselves, or even organize them to launch wars to plunder the souls of other aliens.
By then you will not only be able to obtain more land, population and resources, but you will also be highly bound to Hell's financial interests through debt and interest.
In this way we will gradually form a community of interests.
Even if you encounter any difficulties at that time, I will do my best to help.
After all, no one would really watch a goose that lays golden eggs die, right?"
When he said these words, Alves' eyes revealed unparalleled sincerity, as if he was not a deadly debt collector at all, but a friend and reliable ally who put himself in the shoes of the people on earth.
"You mean...let us send out warships and troops to plunder and colonize other planets that have already given birth to civilization, just like we did in the Age of Discovery?"
You can understand the meaning with a quick glance.
As the most important participants in the Age of Discovery and the country that has maintained maritime hegemony for the longest time, they have begun to emerge in this field since the 16th century.
The famous King Henry VIII personally founded the later famous "Royal Navy" and spent huge sums of money to build fast and flexible new warships, train officers and skilled sailors, and laid the foundation for Elizabeth I's subsequent defeat of the Spanish Armada.
The critical foundation from zero to one.
So if you want to find an expert on plunder, colonization and finance among all the representatives present, then he is definitely worthy of the title.
Alves smiled and nodded: "That's right.
First you need to update your understanding.
That is, the earth's current technology and strength may not be as good as overlords like the Kree Empire and the Shi'ar Empire in this universe, but it is no longer at the bottom of the food chain.
So you already have the most basic capabilities for colonial expansion.
Artificial intelligence, human cloning, and artificial womb ripening technology can solve the problem of insufficient population.
All you have to do is to slightly exaggerate the threat, change society's understanding of ethics and morals through propaganda, and finally pass laws to allow these technologies to be used in the military field.
In this way, you can get rid of the restrictions caused by population and expand wildly.
After all, whether they are clones or matured humans, they are essentially human beings with independent personalities and souls.
It's just that they have experienced too few things, so their soul value is far less than that of a person who grew up normally, lived, old, sick, and died.
But if they live long enough, they can still become good soul currency.
At the same time, the souls of aliens killed in the war can also be used to pay off debts.
I can't think of any reason to refuse such a good thing.
Compared to directly annihilating a country with a population of more than one billion, the moral and public pressure it endures is almost negligible.
Most importantly, you can also use the previous invasion of Chitauri and Dark Elves to incite public sentiment and create a human-supremacist ideology to pass on the violent internal conflicts caused by the explosion of technology.
As far as I know, you don’t need anyone else to teach you in this regard, right?”
As the last word blurted out, Devil Alves took out a book called "Mein Kampf" from his pocket and gently placed it in front of the five representatives, with a half-smiling expression on his face.
Because he can already imagine what will happen next.
The human beings on the planet below will soon reenact the scene from the World War, inciting hatred to make the people hate aliens, and even kill them without any psychological burden, and regard plundering their property as a kind of
Justified behavior.
And once they taste the sweetness, everyone from top to bottom will fall into an inexplicable fanaticism, which will eventually permanently change their thoughts, social ideologies and other aspects.
"At this point, it seems we have no other options."
One representative sighed helplessly.
"Yes, even if there is an abyss ahead, we have to jump in."
"Take out the new agreement and show it to us."
"Star map! If we are going to carry out colonial expansion, we first need a more detailed and complete star map."
"Leave the work of justifying the reasons for war to us. We are the most professional in this regard."
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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 large South Asian country that felt good about itself didn't even realize that just a few minutes ago, it had just walked through the gate of hell and was almost clearly arranged by two "good people".
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Its leader is currently giving an impassioned speech waving his arms on the podium of the United Nations General Assembly, hoping to get more country representatives to support him by showing "population" and "strength"
Join that innermost small circle.
Because these senior executives who have received elite education know very well that because the industrial level is too low, they have not been able to gain any share from the last international division of labor.
If this continues, as the gap between technological and industrial capabilities continues to widen, sooner or later its influence and status will decline to an unbearable level.
So if you can't take advantage of the last chance, you will really have to rely on selling people to make a living 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 versions, some of which have not been updated at all.
It is so distorted that it is 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 obtained is true or false.
You must know that when people make judgments, the most important basis is the information available around 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 the leader of Hydra, Alexander Pierce, had already used his authority to know what had happened and was currently sitting in his home delivering a pre-war mobilization speech to his subordinates.
.
Yes, you are not mistaken.
This old guy finally couldn't sit still and planned to use this opportunity to make Hydra dominate the world and become the only legitimate political power on earth.
After all, the People's Federation has made such a huge mistake. Once it is exposed, it will definitely arouse the anger and dissatisfaction of people all over the world.
The most important thing is that the Avengers are currently sent to the ninth level of Baator Hell to capture the traitors, and he has obtained a guarantee from the devil's representative stationed here that he will not interfere in the internal affairs of mankind.
If you don't take action now, when will you wait?
As the saying goes, one minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage.
Since Hydra completed its rebirth 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 unnecessary nonsense.
You just need to remember one thing.
The future of mankind and the fate of the earth are in our hands.
Today's world is full of stupid, greedy and selfish insects.
How can we do politics well together with them and usher in the era of stars and seas?
Only we can abandon the ubiquitous internal friction and concentrate all power to make mankind great again.
For this, no matter how big the sacrifice and price is, it is acceptable.
Take action now and let people all over the world see the ugliness of these dirty politicians and the cruel soul trade hidden behind them."
When Alexander Pierce gave the order, the images and sounds captured in the conference room by Hydra using magical means were directly uploaded to the public Internet and spread rapidly in a viral and decentralized manner.
In less than three to five minutes, this carefully edited short video of less than ten minutes was pushed to every electronic device, including some large electronic screen billboards.
As for the effect, of course it is quite explosive.
On some streets with a large flow of people, pedestrians gathered together to form a huge queue within half a minute after watching the show.
Shock!
fear!
anger!
Although at first they just got together to express their opinions and scolded the government and officials for their inhumanity.
But soon this sentiment quickly spread and turned into a mighty demonstration and even a riot.
What's even more frightening is that many police officers who were originally responsible for maintaining order angrily took off their uniforms and joined in after figuring out what happened.
The advanced weapons and powered mechas equipped by the government before suddenly turned into a huge trouble...