Pirate Black Count

Chapter 686, Spreading Death! (two chapters in one)

By the time Nick Fury, who had escaped from feigning death, received the news from his agents, more than half an hour had passed.

"What did you say?" In the dimly lit basement, there were black question marks all over the face of Braised Egg.

"That's it!" On the other end of the phone, the white agent shrugged.

He knew how inexplicable it was, so he re-explained it.

"Locky rushed to the scene suddenly and turned all Hydra agents into undead; the enemy's vitality was completely wiped out. The captain and Natasha quickly decided to fight back. It is estimated that they are almost at the headquarters."

"But they can't stop the program!" Bitan cursed secretly, and hurriedly picked up the coat and put it on.

"Help me contact Falcon, they need help!"

The insight plan is not a human-determined goal.

They used the algorithm left by the captured Hydra scientist Arnim Zola to identify criminals like Hydra identifies people who are threatening to Hydra. This is something that exists in the programming , destroying the hardware does not prevent that.

and……

The marinated egg is also reluctant to destroy.

It's all money!

In order to build the aircraft carrier, he himself almost forgot how many times he asked the World Security Council for funds. If the bamboo basket is empty in the end, his responsibility is definitely far heavier than the New York War and the London War!

Capitalism is so capricious.

and!

"I hope you don't do anything irrational, Captain!" Leaving the basement, Lu Dan quickly got into an SUV parked in the parking lot that had been illegally modified to exceed the emission standard, and stepped on the accelerator.

There's something he didn't tell Captain America.

That is, the person who attacked him was his old acquaintance.

Hydra agents, The Winter Soldier, Bucky!

……

At the same time, the cliff villa.

Lovett, who was sitting on the balcony and chatting with the "Honorary Principal" over a glass of shit, turned around and smiled slightly: "It seems that your plan has been completed well, Rocky."

Tony followed his gaze, but all he saw was walls and glass.

But as Lovett's voice fell, a group of soldiers emerged from invisibility.

"ah!!"

Little Pepper was taken aback. At some point, the room was filled with ugly undead soldiers.They were still wearing their previous combat uniforms, with assault rifles in their hands, and pistols hanging around their waists. One of them was less than one meter away from Pepper.

Tony was also in a cold sweat.

The defense system he set up had no effect on these guys at all. The entire villa was surrounded by densely packed undead soldiers, even on the roof. If these guys were hostile to him, he might not even know how he died.

"The power of magic?"

Noticing the arm-length scepter emitting black smoke in Loki's hand, Tony glanced at Lovett.

If I remember correctly, this is a prop handed to him by the other party before Loki left.

Loki appeared directly behind the two of them at this moment, bowed and saluted after hearing the words: "Fortunately, my lord."

"The first batch of death messengers consisted of 348 people, all of them here."

"Well, let's take them aboard." Lovett nodded casually, waved his hand, and a line of fire wrapped around a circle in the air, posting a different scene behind like a photo.

Gu Yi can also open the space channel without relying on the hanging ring, but he can't do it with such ease.

Intergeneration of light and darkness, transformation of soul and flesh, and space distortion are the three powers he is most proficient in, and he is probably not even familiar with the master.

Even compared to the Great Emperor, his attainments in the dark side still remain ahead.

Seeing the undead lined up into the space door, Tony couldn't help asking: "Your Excellency, it seems that these guys still retain their wisdom?"

"Huh? Of course." Lovett looked strange.

"Otherwise, why do you think I'm specifically troublesome with Hydra? Although the brainwashing techniques they experienced are simple, they are more than enough to solidify their souls and consciousness. They only need a little modification to form undead with self-awareness."

"Otherwise, why didn't I start with the marinated eggs?"

Tony: "..."

Then... I really appreciate your mercy.

He moved his mouth and held back the words.

On this planet, there are only two existences that can make the evil necromancer in front of him a little bit interested: one is the ancient one, the two have no deep relationship but they have a deal; the other is Odin, the god king who commands the nine realms .

But now that Odin is dead, and the Asgardians are forced to go into exile, if the other party acts recklessly, Ping Guyi alone can't resist it.

Tony glanced at the Hydra soldiers sympathetically.

Why do you say you are all right to brainwash your own people?
Isn't this being targeted?
He could see that Lovett was not interested in lying to him, that is to say, the brainwashing methods experienced by Hydra soldiers could really solidify a person's soul and consciousness!

Let the other party easily take advantage of this and seal their souls in their bodies for him to drive.

"Livestock that grow too fat will be slaughtered for meat, and so will people."

At this time, Lovett said to him pointedly: "In the eyes of necromancers, the more rigorously trained fighters are, the less threatening they are."

"I hope we will meet again one day, BIG BABY."

Tony frowned, wondering what that meant.

Did someone stare at his body?
Then he noticed that Lovett turned and walked towards the space channel, and woke up suddenly.

"Wait, Lord Black, where are you going?"

Lovett turned his head and said with a smile, "To conquer the universe."

……

On Xandar, the "Golden Knight" Mohawk was standing on the balcony of the central council hall's outer wall, frowning silently as he looked at the peaceful and peaceful city.

The old general who had met once on the battlefield with the Cree came over and patted his waist.

"What's the matter? Today is a happy day, isn't it? Why are you frowning?"

The presence of death not only stopped the Matron Mother's sinister plan, but also prevented the war between the Kree Empire and Xandar.

The supreme wisdom has been completely reduced to a tool and controlled by the mistress. Of course, she is afraid of death and will not allow the war with the Xandars or the Great Emperor.

Peace came so suddenly.

So much so that the Xandars have not formally established a post-war reconstruction plan until today.

"It's nothing." Mohawk turned his head to look at the old officer who only reached his waist, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I just feel like I'm forgetting something, something very important."

"What the hell happened that day?"

"I'm afraid you're asking the wrong person if you ask me." The old general pointed to the bandage on his finger.

"I passed out not long after you started the battle with Karl Mindseeker. The cabin was damaged and I was almost sucked into space. It was the soldiers who rescued me without fear of sacrifice."

"Well, I have an impression of that." Mohawk touched his chin without thinking.

Old General: "..."

Then he took out a roll of documents printed in enlarged fonts from his arms. On Xandar, a planet with highly advanced technology, he was able to produce paper documents to explain that the documents were extremely confidential, and he would rather be burned than take any risks.

"I planned to tell you the bad news at night, but seeing that you are in such a good mood, it's the same to tell you now." Under the gaze of Mohawk's eyelids twitching, the old general explained.

"Before we were deeply involved in the war, so we didn't have time to investigate clearly. In fact, the fruit you ate has already spread all over the river system, and the number is incalculable."

Mohawk's expression became serious: "In other words, there are countless existences who have mastered special powers like Carl and I?"

"That's not true." The old general shook his head.

"It's strange here! We can almost be sure that there has never been a second fruit here. Your abilities are unique! And the known fruit-capable users are all weak, except for those with weird abilities who are more difficult to deal with, most of them are dispatched to enforce the law." The team can subdue...Only you have the terrifying power to fight Thanos!"

"So that group of researchers boldly made a hypothesis that these fruits are formed by the combination of some unknown energy source and fruit, but the process is a random dispersal... However, for some unknown reason in our place, it has not been dispersed into plurals , but condensed together, which leads to the unprecedented strength you have obtained, and we cannot generate a second fruit here."

Speaking of this, the old general teased him: "How is it? Do you feel that you are unique and excited?"

"Yes." Mohawk raised his hand and clenched his fist at this.

"I feel a kind of pressure, a kind of responsibility!"

"If I am the only capable person in our race, then the hope of the whole race rests on me... Karl is not dead, I can feel that he will definitely come back."

The old general gave him a relieved look and said, "But not now, you should give yourself a vacation, soldier."

"Do you remember when was the last time you slept?"

"758 hours, 45 minutes and 25 seconds, I can now calculate time by the particle fluctuations on my body, and I am very sensitive to time."

Old General: "..."

Then Mohawk left.

One, as the old general said, at least not now, he needs to relax for a while and adjust his state.

Second, he was a little uncomfortable with the way his compatriots looked at him.

Becoming a muscular man with a height of five or six meters is far more troublesome than it looks. Although most people see no malice but curiosity, Mohawk himself feels like a monster.

And as he left, a flesh and blood spaceship suddenly docked in the outer space of Xandar.

Watching the light disappear into the depths of the universe, Lovett shrugged.

"So why don't you just deprive them of their consciousness? I'm here to invade, not to hide and seek!"

"Deprived of their consciousness, their souls will no longer be defenseless, and we will be exposed to the eyes of death." The emperor sent a divine thought.

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Uh, forget it." Lovett shook his head decisively.

Although the imprint on the back of his left hand is mainly used to monitor the energy fluctuations when he uses the left arm of the god, so that Death can control the rhythm of his actions, but once the emperor leaks his breath, it would be strange if Death did not notice.

then……

"No. 1 to 10, I leave it to you."

Turning his head slightly, ten remodeled death messengers stepped out from the Hydra undead army behind him, saluting enthusiastically.

"understand!"

Loki's self-proclaimed "death messenger" is just a title, these guys are the real death messengers, a special kind of undead who spread the plague of undead and master psychic spells.

Mage has always focused on efficiency.

Of course, killing enemies with red dots from behind is easier and more efficient than killing enemies with posture bars from the front. This is a very simple reason.

Whoosh whoosh!
Three small spaceships disguised as civilian spaceships quickly separated from the flesh-and-blood warship. Leviathan secretly glued a piece of his own flesh and blood to the tail of the spaceship on the tail, and the skeleton face was full of expectation.

Fortunately, this time there is no need to worry so much, Lovett glanced at it and stopped paying attention.

Having shrunk in this world for so long, it's good to let the children indulge once in a while.

Anyway, when the undead plague breaks out, who cares about a husky?

Afterwards, the flesh and blood battleship entered camouflage mode, launched the divine power engine learned from Igna, and jumped into the space.

……

If time permits, Lovett estimates that he will take an honest vacation on Earth, see how S.H.I.E.L.D. solves the threat of Hydra, and wait for Star-Lord to get the Cosmic Orb.

Unfortunately not possible.

Being targeted by death, both parties know exactly what the other is going to do, so every second of wasting their own time is giving each other strength.

efficient!

efficient!

It's still his efficiency!
Except for Xandar, the remaining 338 dead were quickly dropped by him on the civilization planets of the galaxy overlords. The zombie crisis is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that these zombies have self-awareness.

Borrowing the technology of these civilizations themselves, they can continue to spread the plague at a faster speed, and then form a chain reaction by analogy, like dominoes that have been pushed down, and the outbreak is out of control!
So isn't Lovett boasting that destroying the world is really hard?
The deal between Ancient One and him can be let go for the time being, but other civilizations will suffer.

Until this day, Lovett suddenly received a distress call from Xingjue.

"Hey, Quill, have you found the Cosmic Spirit Ball?" Lovett casually greeted after receiving the communicator from Aka.

But the person on the other side didn't have that time, so he hurriedly said after connecting, "I found it, but now I have two problems."

"Hmm, tell me."

An unknown planet, on a Gobi Desert.

Groot, Rocket, and Gamora stood on the left and right, repelling the screaming and rushing zombies. Xingjue knelt on one knee behind the three (?), and quickly said with a communicator that looked like it was temporarily assembled .

"One, we are surrounded now, a kind of monster that can't be killed."

Lovett: "..."

Using his divine sense, through the soul network that has already spread over half of the universe, he quickly saw Quill and his party who were struggling on a desert planet.

"And the second point is more troublesome!"

"Thanos? Right?" Before he finished speaking, Lovett raised his eyebrows.

"You really know how to bargain with me, Mr. Quill."

"A buyout price of 5000 million, will the transaction be completed or not?"

Quill was stunned, bargaining from 40 billion to 5000 million, this is too ruthless!
wait, no!
He suddenly woke up, looked up and looked around: "You are also nearby?!"

........................

I'm sorry that I had a drink with the new boss yesterday and called you in the middle of the night.

These 4000 words count as yesterday’s, and Dashu will make up for today’s.

(End of this chapter)