Jin and can rise in such a short period of time, the test to be dealt with is naturally beyond doubt.

But...he won it all.

The victory was about three-quarters faster than he had imagined.

Kim is unifying the L.A. underworld much faster than he ever imagined.

You must know that before he came, Jin Bian took a fancy to the "famous name" of the "City of Angels" in Los Angeles.

The city with the highest crime rate in the United States is also the city with the most gang theories in the United States.

In such a city, even if their gangsters aren't as powerful as New Yorkers, they shouldn't be pulling their hips like that, right?

But the fact is, Kim may have spent less than one-tenth of his effort in laying down more territory than he had before he left New York.

To Jin Bing's puzzlement, the local Los Angeles gangs who were shivering after being beaten and crawling at their feet said so.

They've never been in gold and such crazy **** in their life!

These gangs compete for territory and business, and even at the most intense time, they use some fully automatic weapons at most.

But Jin Bing, this lunatic, greeted them with an RPG!

Out-of-town gangs are so rude!

Later, Jin Bing's actions were even more unscrupulous. This 'fat fat man' was not only ruthless, but also had so many resources in his hands that it was difficult for them to understand!

They really don't know how platinum and such an "outsider" who went to Los Angeles almost for nothing, how to get the handle of the local police chief, and then get an armory-level arms!

These gangsters were also linked together to try to get rid of Jin and this unstable factor, but this lunatic is really terrible.

The underworld alliance in Los Angeles was also caused by Jin Bing's unscrupulous slaughter, causing the entire Los Angeles to fall into Jin Bing's hands.

The crime king is so reluctant to take down the Los Angeles site to rebuild his criminal empire.

Jin, who understood the ins and outs of the matter, sighed and pinched the whistleblower's head in front of him.

These gangsters are really messed up!

Knowing all day selling drugs, selling women, protected fees. No self-assertion, no ambition!

You must know that in his city, even if it is just a leader or even a member of a small gang, which one is not carrying lofty ideals!

Everyone goes out for a walk with a rocket launcher, and when they pee, they are afraid that a blind pervert in a red tights will come out from behind and beat them to a hemiplegia!

It ended up in Los Angeles, huh... but that's it!

Even such a city dares to call itself the city of angels and the city of crime? !

Heh, today he is going to teach these little brothers. What is a qualified gangster, what is a local New York villain!

Jin Bian squeezed his palms slightly, crushed the bones into powder and drifted away with the wind, his body covered with muscles like mountains was steaming with heat.

But then again, although a new place has made me more successful, but...

The troubles of the past are coming again.

...

Exploding Johnny, a stunt motorcyclist, a legend, a motorcyclist who was out of the loop, a man who shouldn't be in this universe.

When Ultron turned his attention away from Jin Ning, he read the news a little and found another surprising fact.

In this universe, there is actually a guy like Johnny Blazer.

The hellwalker of the original story, Ghost Rider, a guy who is out of tune with this universe anyway.

He wasn't supposed to be in this universe, but he was there anyway.

But seriously, it doesn't really matter who Ghost Rider is.

The most important question, and the place of greatest concern, is always...

"You should probably study the various cases of not knowing too many secrets..."

A gentle voice sounded in the back of his head, and Ultron, who had just turned his head, saw a man dressed elegantly and elegantly who looked like an old gentleman.

But Ultron didn't feel the slightest breath of life in this guy.

Combine that with Johnny Blazer's source of power, and it's almost certain that he is.

"Mephisto, Lord of Hell... why are you looking for me?"

Mephisto showed a happy smile, he held down the dagger that Ultron secretly stabbed, and shook his fingers gently at him.

"A visitor from a different universe is eyeing my guest. I should take a look at it."

Johnny Blazer was the old guy's prey, the Ghost Rider he was eyeing.

But to be honest, Johnny itself is meaningless, and for Mephisto, it is just one of his countless transactions that is not worthy of attention.

The soul of Johnny who traded was more important than the container that could carry the fallen angel.

"...Aren't you the Mephisto of this universe?"

"For me, the difference in the universe is actually meaningless." Mephisto took out the handkerchief on his chest and wiped his fingers carefully, saying slowly

"Every universe has a clone of me, and we are independent and integrated with the main body... Forget it, it's meaningless to explain so much to you."

"I thought you would take a fancy to my soul..." Ultron said meaningfully

"You are indeed a very unique collectible!"

Mephisto chuckled. For the Lord of Hell Dimension, most of the transactions would not bring him much substantial benefits - but he would still like to do it.

Many people put the identity of the old devil Mephisto before his identity as the master of the dimension of hell, which is actually a wrong concept.

The old devil won't get much benefit from trading with mortal souls. The power and 'benefits' he gets are still the same as the masters of other dimensions, by signing a contract with the caster of the main material plane to exchange power for the price. gain something.

Cunningly selling wishes and collecting souls can only be regarded as a sideline of the old devil at best—well, a sideline with a very bad taste.

The soul of Ultron is undoubtedly an extremely high-quality thing. His uniqueness makes him have a high collection value, and his own ability also makes him have a high practical value.

"But I won't contaminate a soul like you." Mephisto dropped the handkerchief, and the expression on his face instantly changed to disgust

"A soul locked by time and infected by darkness... It is valuable, but it is also a waste!"

"What you said is really hurtful." Ultron shrugged and narrowed his eyes.

"So... you're here to warn me? To warn me not to disturb your plan to teach your son?"

Ultron still remembers the various knowledge he acquired when he was 'born', including about various superheroes, or the various invasions of personal privacy recorded by S.H.I.E.L.D., about Johnny Blazer thing.

He also knew exactly what Mephisto had done to the hapless Beatles.

To put it simply, Mephisto has a stupid son named Witch Heart Demon, who is cerebral palsy enough to think that getting a contract lost by his father with probably thousands of saints' souls can turn the world into purgatory and rule the entire main substance. plane.

Such a stupid idea feels extremely stupid even if Ultron doesn't know much about magic.

When did the big earth actually fall to the point where it can be controlled by thousands of souls?

Even for so-called saints, the sacrifice of thousands of souls is nothing. If it really had such value, the devil would have ruled the world long ago in the first and second world wars!

Then, in order to teach his stupid and arrogant son, Mephisto gave the power of the Ghost Rider to Johnny Blazer.

Oh, by the way, this old devil committed an occupational disease in a nasty manner at that time, and used a contract with obvious loopholes to ruthlessly trick Johnny, making him watch his father die tragically.

In terms of results, this behavior is not only meaningless, it makes a soul that should be dying prematurely die, and there is no benefit to say it, but Johnny hates it.

But Mephisto just likes to do it, which further proves that this old devil who is inherently fun doesn't care about the souls that are traded for.

"Wizard is a mindless ass." Mephisto made no secret of his contempt for his son

"But it doesn't take me a lot of trouble to teach him! Dead man, I said, I'm here to warn you!"

"Don't try to meddle with things you shouldn't, or expect to make a change in the present to affect your past behavior! I don't want to do corrective work!"

After that, Mephisto disappeared abruptly, and Ultron snorted in dissatisfaction and sighed helplessly.

Mephisto was right, after Ultron learned of Johnny's existence, he had the idea of ​​'change'.

Johnny Blazer had never had any contact with him, because the Ghost Rider had disappeared for a long time after the birth of Ultron.

If it is possible to change fate to a certain extent by interfering with him, can it be possible to change the past from the present?

As a result, just as he had this idea, Mephisto came out.

It's also possible that his search for Johnny triggered some kind of reaction mechanism in the old devil, so...

Fate may really be inescapable.

Ultron shook his head, turned off Johnny Blazer's message, and opened another.

There are fancy personal ads about mercenary Wade Wilson, about graduating with Columbia University's Professor Reed Richards ready to join an aerospace research program, about...

These are all characters that shouldn't or shouldn't be in Universe 19999 now.

But they showed up, and just after the Battle of New York, gushed out as if a breach had been opened.

The United States must be very lively.

In this carnival of villains and heroes.

However, Ultron was a little concerned about a name for Mephisto.

Why did he call himself dead?

275. Coulson's Great Adventure (1)

When Coulson arrived breathlessly at what the sheriff said was an abandoned lumber yard, he encountered an unexpected person.

"We meet again, son of Cole."

The professor named Desmond smiled at Coulson in a gentle voice.

"What are you trying to do? You shouldn't be here."

Coulson directly took out the gun from his waist and aimed it at the man of unknown origin.

"Look, Agent Coulson. Midgard is a huge world, and every corner of the atrium will not belong to you, or to anyone else."

Desmond sighed, picked up his cane, and said softly

"If you have to name a real master, it will definitely not be your America."

"Alabama is an integral part of America!"

"Really?" Desmond sneered.

"Son of Cole, do you know what I have witnessed? I have seen your ancestors land on this wild land with nothing on the Mayflower, and I have seen them communicate with the native Indians, I saw them tremble at first under the banner of being weak and friendly. Then I watched them bring the virus to the land, I saw them drive away the natives with swords and muskets, and finally turn the festival of thanksgiving to them It's a festival of thanksgiving to God."

"Do you think this is your country? Just because you have lived here for two hundred years? Or do you think that the so-called flags you planted on these lands have some incredible legal benefits? Do you think you said If so, is it the so-called law?"

"No, son of Cole. You have no rights whatsoever. This land is not yours and it is free to come and go."

"If you say so, all the countries in the world don't deserve to own the land under their feet." Coulson said coldly

"But it is the international community, the majority of mankind, that decides the land. That's enough, this is the country of mankind, not a place where people come first!"

"I agree with your point of view." Desmond nodded thoughtfully and smiled.

"But to be honest, justice and justice are still a fist-sized issue, aren't they? You American fists are big enough to make everyone listen to you."

"But are your fists the size of the father of the gods? He said that the whole earth belongs to him. Can you refute his words?"

Before Coulson could speak, Desmond said leisurely.

"No, it turns out that you can't do anything. You can only talk about justice and morality in front of people who are stronger than you, and talk about strength in front of people who are weaker than you, so the final end of all laws and justice is only a fist. ."

"...Who the **** are you? Are you Asgardian?"

Coulson withdrew his pistol, but that didn't mean he gave up resistance, just that he understood that his pistol couldn't be effective against an Asgardian.

"Yeah, at least it used to be..."

Desmond said with a sigh, he looked at the stars in the sky, but there was only deep longing and nostalgia in his eyes.

But soon, he withdrew his gaze, adjusted his mood, looked at Coulson and said softly

"Son of Cole, I must say again that I came with no ill will. I want to address the source of these problems more than you do..."

"What the **** is causing this?" Coulson asked, frowning.

"It's the swarm (HIVI Desmond said with a wary expression

"That's a group of cosmic diseases, a terrifying enemy that you humans can't even imagine! I don't know where it came from. Maybe it's a fish that slipped through the net under the seal of eternity, or maybe..."

"Anyway, this is going to be a huge problem. You just need to understand that if the disaster they caused spreads, the Father of the Gods may have to use the Rainbow Bridge to clean this place again."