Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 223 Dante's Brother

"I suddenly realized that you took the initiative to introduce John Wick to us..."

The Black Widow said suspiciously: "Is it because you are afraid that SHIELD will come to you if there is anything to do? After all, you are the only known witcher."

Su Ge blinked: "Why? Who do you take me for?"

Through the glass window of the interrogation room, the two could see the comatose John Wick.

This big bearded face is quite unkempt, and he just blocked his handsome face tightly.

But also don't have a flavor.

Black Widow: "You're quite ruthless, I'm afraid he won't wake up for a while."

"Hmm... the foot is a bit heavy, but don't underestimate him. The special effect of the holy light is not only to remove demons, but also has a good healing effect."

"so smart?"

Su Ge: "Pure positive energy, the basic effect...you don't know how annoying they are, especially priests."

"I'm not you. I can run around across dimensions... Tell me, I love to hear this."

The two of them chatted with each other, such as "the holy light will give me victory", "good fight", "the holy light will punish you", all kinds of unclear lines, but Su Ge read out Sometimes, there is a kind of inexplicable sense of humor.

Black Widow originally only wanted to know more about Dante, because there were too many mysteries in him... But this gag made her focus a lot.

Even the accumulated mental exhaustion from not sleeping for many days has been diluted a little.

"What a wonderful different world..."

Steve Rogers looked up, but didn't listen.

As a standard activist, the captain puts more energy into the food in front of him... This is not short-sighted, but focused.

He is here to make a decision today.

To absorb a killer, or a kidnapped killer to join S.H.I.E.L.D., one has to bear a lot of risk.

There has to be a commanding figure to give the orders.

But now... the captain is inclined to refuse.

He flipped through John Wick's information, with obvious displeasure in his eyes.

Putting down the euphemistically named personal information in his hand, which is actually equivalent to a criminal record folder, the captain picked up the pistol on the table.

The model is very strange, using a word invented by Tony, it is called Alien Wind.

Refers to those things that are obviously different from the product style on the earth.

"Strange things... are indeed strange and strange."

Thinking this way in his heart, the captain drew his gun a little bluntly, and clicked the trigger.

Of course, the muzzle was empty.

This damn thing doesn't even have a magazine!
"Wow, the way you juggle your gun...you haven't flung your shield a ten-thousandth of the way."

Su Ge, who turned around, complained mercilessly.

Although the black widow didn't speak, the soft smile on her face revealed the same meaning.

They are attracted by the crisp sound of striking pins.

"Cough cough."

The captain stood up a little awkwardly.

It's funny to say that he has been in the army for many years, but he rarely uses guns.Even in World War II, when the guns were roaring, Steve only used it briefly when his fighting skills were immature and when fire suppression was urgently needed.

His memories of guns are more...

The standard equipment during the recruit period, the M1 Garand rifle, and the even more unbearable... running around as a mascot for announcements, and even the Thompson submachine gun used to entertain people in movies, is now also known as the Chicago Typewriter.

All in all, Steve has limited experience with guns.

Su Ge motioned for Steve to hand him the gun, and after holding it in his hand, he explained: "This gun is not so much a thermal weapon as a magical prop."

The two holy spears seemed to come alive in his hands, flying up and down, more dazzling than playing butterfly knives.

But with the eyesight of the Black Widow and the captain, they could naturally see Su Ge's movements clearly, and they were a little shocked.

Because this set of actions is not only gorgeous, but also practical.

Theoretically speaking, he can shoot from any angle, as long as there are enough bullets, falling into the crowd is more outrageous than a bomb.

The bomb has not been able to accurately steer the direction of the shrapnel isn't it...

After finishing his boring show off, Su Ge seemed to be still unsatisfied: "Once upon a time, I also had two pistols."

"I always thought that you would only chop people with a big sword."

Natasha looked serious.

"How is it possible, I am an expert at playing with guns."

This is indeed the case for the real Dante. Leaving aside the rebellious magic blade, ebony wood and white ivory can be regarded as his symbol.

Especially when he was young (referring to the third generation), Dante mastered a variety of long-range weapons.

It's just that the effect is more touching... only handsome is left.

So only two pistols were left behind.

After all, Su Ge is a family of killers. After inheriting the template of Underworld, he can master all kinds of tricks with his hard power.

But in a real fight, without a hot weapon at hand, the efficiency of killing is not as good as cutting people.

Steve: "Did you just say... a magic item?"

Finally, there is someone who is focused on business.

"That's right, what these two guns fire is not bullets, but holy light...don't look at me, I'm a devil. I can't demonstrate it to you. In short, the two holy guns are not as good as bricks in the hands of ordinary people make."

Putting the weapon back on the table, Su Ge clapped his hands: "How about Steve, how are you thinking?"

"Some hesitation, but John Wick should go to prison more than S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Tsk, the current situation is difficult and dangerous. In many cases, our standards have to be relaxed..."

Su Ge patted the captain's solid shoulder: "You can't regard yourself as a standard. Even if you make a mistake, you still have to give others a chance to make a contribution."

Black Widow: "Ha...you're so proactive. You really are afraid that we will trouble you all the time, so let's find a witcher to come over and cover the bag."

"Wow, I never thought that I would be a lazy person in your heart!"

"do not you?"

Su Ge rubbed his nose: "Occasionally it's a little... the point is not here, you know, I'm always busy, I need someone who knows how to play with you."

Steve nodded thoughtfully.

There is some truth to what he said.

Natasha was keenly aware of something strange.

It can also be said...to be fooled.

"Are you in any trouble?"

At this time, you can't directly point it out, you have to shirk it first.

"It's nothing, I can solve some personal problems by myself."

Then smart people will make up their own brains.

The captain looked puzzled, completely outside the situation, but Natasha spent the most time with Dante. She filtered through the complicated information and finally found a fragment of a conversation.

Asked tentatively: "I remember...do you have a brother?"

"Uh... indeed."

"If I remember correctly, his name is Virgil?"

The captain also reacted: "I seem to have heard it."

Natasha: "Are you worried about him?"

"What are you worrying about? I don't worry about it... I just find it very troublesome. He is like a dog's skin plaster. He can't die, and he always brings disasters."

Steve: "Is he dangerous?"

"Well... Virgil is a threat to anyone, but you don't have to worry too much, he is very proud, and he will never come to trouble you if it is not necessary."

Natasha and the captain exchanged glances with complex expressions:

"I think it's better for us to worry about it... Just as a favor, tell me some information about Virgil, such as his appearance and characteristics, maybe we can find him first."

She felt that the messy earth always seemed to be in constant trouble.

"I do not think so."

Su Ge seemed to resist, and after thinking for a while, he said, "But it's good to tell you, if you see him, you'd better stay away."

Steve put his left hand on his wristband, which was given to him by Kratos:

Without much expression, the tone was calm: "Let's talk about it first, no one can tell the specific situation."

"Virgil is easy to recognize, he is my twin, almost identical."

Su Ge reached out to hold the hair on his forehead, and stroked it to the top of his head, revealing his face.

"Wuhu."

Black Widow knew that Dante was handsome in the past, but looking at it this way...it seems a lot more handsome.

Really, what are you doing with a non-mainstream hairstyle...

"Virgil is that image."

Su Ge continued to explain: "Besides, he usually wears a blue robe and carries a tachi-style weapon. He is a super-class swordsman."

"Hmm, is there any more?"

Natasha continued to ask.

Su Ge let down his hair and tidied it up a little:
"It is enough to know this. If you encounter him unfortunately, remember to avoid it. His sword is very fast. As far as I know, no one in S.H.I.E.L.D. can catch it... Unfortunately, Virgil has a very bad temper , don’t say kill anyone you see, but it’s not too much.”

"Why? Does he hate humans?"

Steve frowned.

Dante's brother is naturally a devil in nature.

"That's not... let's put it this way, he doesn't care about humans at all."

team leader:"……"

This is more dangerous than hatred.

"Anyway, thank you for the information, Dante."

"You're welcome."

Su Ge waved his hand, suddenly looked towards the interrogation room, and said with a smile, "You guys are busy."

The other two were a step behind him, but they also noticed signs of John Wick waking up.

"Okay, I'm a big villain, so don't add trouble, he will be very vigilant when he sees me."

Natasha was already adjusting her state, she just gestured OK and walked into the interrogation room to prepare.

Steve stopped Dante who wanted to leave.

"Right, one more thing."

Su Ge looked back puzzled.

"I have a friend waiting for you. If it's convenient, you might as well meet him before you get busy."

The captain looked at his watch: "He's already waiting for you, reception room No. [-]...but don't force it, you can decide for yourself."

After speaking, he followed into the interrogation room.

"So solemn? Who is looking for me?"

To be able to ask Steve Rogers to spread the word, I am afraid that this person is not low-level.

The captain is not just... America's symbolic superhero, whose existence is kept at a very high level of secrecy, and now has an extremely sensitive identity added.

Prince of Shurima, Azir's heir.

Well, although when the immortal will die is a question worth thinking about.

In short.No matter which of these two identities, you can't see it at a normal level, let alone let him pass the message...

Still looking for Dante.

With doubts, Su Ge followed the indicator to the destination.

Pushing open the door and going in, it turned out to be an old black man.

He is still a very noble, serious but elegant old black.

Even the speed of standing up, the angle of slightly bowing, and the smile on his face reveal two big words:
Pay attention!

From Los Angeles to Chicago to Boston, I searched all over America, but I couldn't find such a qualified Nicole.

Really should let Lu Dan learn. He is the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and he can be called a high-ranking and powerful person, but he is almost like a bandit when he is anxious.

The black man spoke first:
"Greetings from Jiushu, Mr. Dante, I'm T'Challa, from the Kingdom of Wakanda. In the First World War in North Africa, my father fought alongside you."

"Oh, I have an impression."

Of course, Su Ge had some impressions. The local tyrant who was dressed in vibrating gold and fought in battle, his performance on the battlefield was quite eye-catching.

Still a very responsible emperor.

The scientific name is Black Panther.

He sat across from T'Challa carelessly: "I remember him, but it was just a one-sided relationship. Why do you want me?"

T'Challa didn't care about Dante's rudeness in a certain sense. He is not a person who sticks to red tape, and...the strong are entitled to willfulness.

"To be honest, Mr. Dante, we are looking for you for an important matter."

"Yeah... let's hear it."

T'Challa took a breath, sorted out his thoughts, and spoke slowly:
"We would like to ask you to... sell some face to Emperor Azir of Shurima."

"?"

Su Ge smiled: "If you want me to dissuade Azir's ambition... then I'm afraid you can't, why don't you just ask me to kill him."

T'Challa, who has not yet inherited the name of the Black Panther, had a stern look in his warm eyes, and asked in a low voice:

"is it okay?"

Tsk, they are not good people...

Su Ge sighed secretly, and also said in a low voice: "You can't afford this price."

T'Challa: "..."

Although Wakanda is very rich, Dante said that they can't afford it, so they must not be able to afford it.

The richer people are, the more they understand that money can buy many things, but the things that can be bought by money are not important things.

It's just commonplace.

He could only reluctantly give up this tempting agreement, without too much entanglement, maintaining a humble and polite demeanor.

"We don't expect you to stop Azir, Mr. Dante, we hope you can come forward...to persuade that proud but sinister desert emperor to unify his tribe first,"

"how to say?"

Sighing, T'Challa briefly described the antecedents.

Su Ge suddenly realized.

It is not difficult to understand that what descended with Shurima was not only a few ascenders, and Suge's favorite sun disc, but also the people there.

From the self-appointed king to the peddlers who set up stalls.

One counts as one, and all are here.

Not only that, but there are also many strange Shurima creatures, heroes born in that era.

For example, Amumu, this naive, should be hiding somewhere in the original Sahara.

Putting these aside, the sudden appearance of population and resources in Africa has also brought about brand new contradictions.

After passing the trial stage, the native black uncle and the Shurima people had constant friction, and most of the time he was hanged and beaten by people who came across the border.

The army is not well-developed at all...the enemy still knows magic.

After witnessing the miracle of the mage waving his hand to create a bunker, the black uncles played the summation card.

But the Shuriman refused.

There is no reason not to eat the meat that is put to the mouth.

For a while, small wars continued.

That is to say, the Shurima tribe is relatively scattered...

Azir, who is the only one who has the ability to stop this, is weirdly more peaceful.

He is a chicken thief, and did not forcefully signal the surrender of many tribes in Shurima at this time.

Of course he has the strength to insist on doing this, but once he takes this step, he will have to face various internal conflicts.

If you think about it, you will know that it is very good to be the Emperor of Earth.Why listen to an ancient man's order.

During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, Qin Shihuang crawled out of his tomb and shouted, "I am your father!"

Even under pressure, the Emperor of Troubled Times decided in his heart that he was not happy to be this son.

Azir knew this very well, and wisely chose to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

Let these local emperors play their subjective initiative and fight for it. No matter whether they can fight or not, Azir himself is very calm in advancing and retreating.

Only Uncle Hei suffered.

After explaining this joint, Su Ge smiled: "Let's not talk about whether Azir will sell my face, why should I help?"

T'Challa didn't try to take advantage of the righteous name of "peace", which can only fool some kind fools.

He asked straightforwardly, "Can we afford this price?"

(End of this chapter)