Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 205 Shocking the Devil for 100 Year
The mechanical pioneer is very capable, and it can be said that the things he built are very capable.

Although it has only been a few months, the current Zaan is no longer that desolate look.Its chaotic and provocative psychedelic colors are more surreal than the Big Apple City opposite.

Dozens of high-rise buildings have sprung up. With the help of construction robots, as long as there are enough materials, it only takes two weeks to build a 30-story building.

Among them, the Victor Building is the most eye-catching.

Probably against Tony, it was purposely built to be the same height as the Stark Tower.

A yellow chevron lights up the night sky in Zaun.

Fortunately, no one scolded Viktor for light pollution. After all, all the citizens knew that Zaun's development into what it is now is due to the mechanical pioneers.

The residential area has expanded dozens of times compared to the original one-third of an acre of land.

Even so, space is still very tight.

Half of the fires and brawls that occur here every day may be due to land grabs.

It is conceivable that after a period of development, citizens began to form various small groups.And because of the inaction of the Clown Group, people with background can always take advantage of it.

For example, with the KGB office capitalized... some Maoist spy organization.

Every day, there are three or five bear-like men guarding the gate, armed with live ammunition, and they are in the limelight.

The CIA who secretly engaged in activities at the opposite door was so angry that the roots of his teeth were itchy.

But not all institutions with an official background can make a good scene, such as Mossad, where three commissioners are squeezed into a space of 20 square meters.

It's pretty pathetic when you think about it.

In addition to these small groups with national prefixes, there are also many research institutions supported by enterprises and individuals, but many of these organizations are wearing vests.

And its real source is also some familiar and ideal names.

Like Osborne... like Killian...

The big capitalists in the Marvel Universe all have dirty foundations.

There are countless solitary geniuses, and the number of their organizations may not be large, but their territory is very stable.

Some time ago, someone saw Hank Pym!

He is the original Ant-Man, a legendary hero, and a mad scientist contemporary with Howard Stark.

At the same time, he is also a lonely and strange old man.

There are very few people who know him, but today's Zaan is full of dragons and snakes, and there are not just one or two people who are well-informed and well-informed.

But, the person who said he met Hank Pym after getting drunk never showed up again...

In the east of the island, which is still relatively barren, is the newly built Hex Factory.

The original crystal brought back by Su Ge is used as the research base, the real Hex crystal is finished, the laboratory version has been prepared, and the trial version is assembled for the front-line Apple robots.

After passing the final testing stage, it can be put into mass production.

It won't be long before there is a lot of Hex equipment, so there is no need to use the Ark Reactor to make do with it.

In general, as long as some insignificant shortcomings can be tolerated, Zaun can satisfy all people's yearning for the city,

The opportunity to get rich... refers to all kinds of dangerous things that are rarely circulated on the black market.

The bewitching beauty... Well, I don't need to explain this.

And the most attractive...the possibility of becoming an extraordinary person!

Ways include, but are not limited to, participating in the experiment of the Singed Alchemy Group, accepting the transformation of the prosthetic body hosted by the pioneer of machinery, and other companies with unknown origins are also willing to provide a free... opportunity to transform into a superhuman.

It's just that the success rate is a bit low.

But the worst result is to die on the spot. This kind of thing is quite normal in this city...

Incompetent and cowardly, he can't survive in Zaun.

Cars drive slowly on the wide streets.

Looking away from his shiny white legs, Milton said in admiration, "Although it's not the first time I've seen you, I still have to say, this place is really charming."

Graves: "If you like it, just move here. You don't need any residency rights here."

"Farewell, I'm just an ordinary citizen, I come here once in a while, just be careful, but if I live here for a long time, I'm afraid I won't live for a month."

"It's not that exaggerated..."

Milton's eyebrows trembled, and he said, "Do you have any data, what is the rate of survival after one month or half a year after entering Master Zaun?"

Opening the car window, Graves rubbed his nose as the smoke drifted away with the wind.

"Around 50.00%?"

"Hey, I suggest you count it, you will definitely be pleasantly surprised."

"Forget it...it's not important."

Milton: "Haha, do you know that the outside world has spread the horror of Joker."

"I've heard of some, but let me remind you that those rumors are not as scary as he himself,"

"It's so powerful?"

Graves laughed, "It's that powerful!"

Vehicle stopped.

The two got out of the car left and right, and Milton looked up. He didn't see the name of the building, but judging from the style and style of the painting, it was not difficult to judge its nature.

bar.

The scale has expanded a lot compared to the original.

Because the old venue was demolished by the Hulk, Victor simply invested in the newly developed construction robot and built it into a five-story super-large entertainment venue.

Now, this bar already has a black name behind its back.

【grave】

Zaun is huge, but around this place, the most dead people...

"Go in, J is already waiting for you."

Graves naturally felt that there was nothing to see. He could come to this place seven or eight times a day because he had to.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a sense of eye-opening.

The refraction of the light through the wine glasses reflects people's greed and fascination. Amidst the blaring music and behind the dance of demons, Milton saw his favorite thing.

A crime that goes unpunished.

Controlling his almost out-of-control expression, he turned to Graves and said loudly:
"Which floor is it on?"

The latter made a gesture of three with his fingers.

As they walked towards the elevator, they were with a few postmodern young men who looked like New Yorkers looking for excitement.

Graves didn't care.

This kind of stuff always runs around when they see him.

Sure enough, those men and women were very happy at first. After seeing the two of them, they walked against the wall like a mouse seeing a cat, and walked away quickly after passing by.

He wiped his hair rather narcissistically, thinking:

"My lord is so domineering!"

The elevator stops on the third floor.After turning a few turns and passing through a long corridor, we arrived at the destination of this trip, which is also the center of this bar.

Graves lifted the curtain and said, "J, Milton is here."

"come in!"

The clown's voice was still the same, switching flexibly between hoarse and harsh.

"You can keep me waiting."

"Haha, are you a little impatient?"

Graves walked into the room, pulled out a chair and sat down, and asked, "Where is Jinx, is she not attached to you?"

"Ah, I found something for her to do..."

The clown's eyes turned and fixed on Milton, his eyes were strange.

Graves pointed to his lawyer friend, and was about to introduce him, but was interrupted by Milton with a confident smile on his face.

"I've heard of you for a long time, Mr. J. I'm Milton. You can also call me John Mill, or John... As you can see, I'm a lawyer."

The room was very quiet, the clown's smile remained unchanged, and the lawyer friend was not asked to sit down.

"Grey, do you remember that Seti asked you to play cards?"

Graves, who was hesitant about how to smooth things over, was slightly stunned when he heard this, but reacted quickly, and said with a smile: "Look at my memory, I almost forgot, haha, then you two talk first."

Before leaving, he gave Milton a look of helplessness, and then a look of asking for blessings.

Milton nodded with a smile.

Su Ge pouted.

What an elite who is neither humble nor arrogant...

The vast majority of ordinary people, when facing him, seem to have to pass a test of will. If they fail, they are probably like frightened underdogs.

Either collapse to the ground, or hysteria.

An ordinary person who can achieve this level is more or less a character.

After Graves left, the clown pointed to the seat just now and motioned for him to sit down.

Then he greeted him warmly, "What would you like to drink?"

Although he was asking, he obviously didn't wait for the other party's answer, and took out...a bottle of water on his own.

Milton was kind:
"When I talk about business, I usually only drink plain water."

"Wow, this is a good habit, the so-called mistake of drinking..."

With a strange smile, he poured clear water into two small cups, and said approvingly, "Water is a good thing. The so-called source of life, no matter you or me, cannot do without this treasure."

"Indeed, people cannot do without water, just as human society cannot do without law."

"uh-huh."

The clown was noncommittal, and put two glasses of water in front of him, then moved his neck and wrist, as if before casting a spell.

"Listen, J, I know what you want to do, and my plan can take you a big step forward. We have a common pursuit."

Milton didn't care either, and said in a fanatical tone, "Destroy the legal concept of modern people, and then rebuild it...or meet complete destruction."

It's a pity that the clown didn't seem to listen to a word, and put a finger on his mouth.

"Shh..."

The lawyer who identified himself as John Mill was silent.

But the clown's next move made his confident smile gradually stiffen.

I saw this guy closed his eyes and drew the cross on his chest, with a devout face:

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

"God be with you who has regenerated us in Christ out of water and the Holy Spirit."

"And with your soul, too."

He opened his eyes, picked up a cup, put it in front of Milton, and continued to chant:
"If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the scriptures have said, out of his belly will flow rivers of living water."

The holy light flickered away, and the two cups of ordinary clear water had become... holy water for sacrificial offerings.

After putting down the cup, the clown smiled even more strangely, and gestured to the other side with his eyes:

"You're welcome, drink!"

John Mill's smile had completely disappeared.

He feels like a fool...

What was in front of him was genuine holy water, and it was of the highest purity.

Generally speaking, this requires a senior priest to hold a grand ceremony with the cooperation of thousands of believers to attract the favor of the gods and endow the holy water with special power.

This thing has the effect of blessing and dispelling diseases, but the most famous one is the powerful exorcism effect.

Whether it is a demon or a devil, or other unclean creatures, touching the holy water will cause great harm.

Generally speaking, such high-purity holy water would be diluted a hundred times before being equipped to paladins or exorcists.

Otherwise it is a waste.

All in all, Milton found it...unbelievable.

Looking at the face of the clown, he couldn't accept the reality in front of him. Could it be that this person is a fanatic?Or the favored one?

Milton almost wrote on his face: Something is wrong.

After hesitating for a long time, his tone became deep and evil, showing the same weird smile as the clown, and asked:
"How did you do it, and when did you find out?"

"Secrets need to be exchanged for secrets."

"Oh haha……"

Milton chuckled, and put a finger into the cup. The pure holy water began to boil, and a lot of smoke came out, carrying a burnt stench.

When he took his hand out, the index finger was nothing but pure black bone.

And that glass of clear water looked like it was scooped out of the dirtiest sewer with a maggot-covered cup.

The clown frowned and slapped his nose.

it smells so bad...

John Mill wiped his hands with a paper towel, and his index finger was back to normal.

Probably stimulated by holy water, his voice sounded completely inhuman:

"Then let's start, I like to exchange with people the most, whether it's souls... or secrets."

(End of this chapter)