Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1391 Pier and Hut (Two in One)

The iron hook with red paint on the end was squeezed between the two wooden boards forcibly, and several iron nails stained with spots of rust were pulled out from the holes using the principle of leverage, making a "bang bang" sound.On the quiet pier at night, the pungent water with black oil stains flickered, reflecting the lights projected by tall buildings in the distance.There is no starlight or moonlight here, everything is hidden in the darkness, like a desert abandoned in the city, only the light of flashlights in dilapidated containers, rats scurrying across the road, wet ground and constant noise , The noise like a gunshot when the nail is pulled out shows that this is not the real wilderness.

Although the recipient's contact information was spray-painted on the wooden coffin, due to the stagnation of logistics, the item has been stuck in a container at the dock.Perhaps in a few days, the owner of the terminal will auction off the contents of the container, giving those who expect to buy high and sell low and have the illusion of getting rich a chance to gamble.

This is the territory governed by the New York Japanese gang, which is why he had to come here instead of booking to pick up the goods.The fuse of the gang war in New York was that Fisk Wilson encountered trouble from the Department of Homeland Security. Some forces believed that they could get rid of Jin Bin's control, so that some orders from different gangs were no longer in circulation.Now the real consignee of this wooden coffin has come here. He does not intend to collect the goods through legal means, but sneaks in this night when no one is around, and the opportunity of the wharf manager's wife giving birth. People take their belongings without their knowledge.

The advantage of the information age is that logistics information can be tracked at any time.

"I thought you would be dismantled into a pile of scrap metal."

Nick Fury whistled softly and swept his flashlight over the humanoid contents of the wooden coffin stacked on dry straw—the Life-Model Decoy project built in his likeness—now made of precision machinery and plastic The bionic skin of the body has been cut open, the polyethylene bionic muscle fibers and complex electronic equipment under the chest, abdomen and neck are completely exposed, and the data interfaces and silver gray are completely exposed to the air.

He skillfully took out a device the size of a mobile phone, inserted the data cable extended from the device into the data port on Life-Model Decoy's chest, and began to read the data in it.He couldn't find GPS satellite positioning data, but he found a document he had never seen before, and the title of the document suggested that it was what he wanted.The existence of this document confirmed his conjecture, and it also represented the bottom line that the emperor showed when he used the Life-Model Decoy to test his secular identity.

Erasing the GPS satellite positioning data so that it cannot be used as evidence, and also willing to cooperate with giving information about the dark order's fleet, shows that the emperor is unwilling to care about his exploration of the secular identity of "Salomon" this time.But Life-Model Decoy, who was stripped of his bionic skin, said that the emperor would not tolerate him doing similar behavior again, just like stuffing the severed horse's head into the director's quilt in the "Godfather" movie. warn.

Nick Fury isn't one to be uninformed, and he's receptive to warnings.

This time it was Life-Model Decoy who was skinned off, so the next time it will be his own skin. He has seen the emperor skinned people alive in the interrogation of drug dealers in the past as a threat, and even made some desperadoes spawn. Fear emotion.Nick didn't even know how someone who had never joined the Mafia could have such old-school Sicilian Mafia-style methods, but that didn't matter, and he didn't even know that the skinning process was completely run by Dinah this time-as a The android maid who received the chainsaw sword prototype from the witch's hands, Dinah likes to use chainsaw weapons with single-molecule high-strength vibrating gold alloys, such as chainsaw daggers that are used to cut hard bones.

Skinning with this tool requires extreme dexterity in the wrist to ensure the complete separation of the skin from the muscle.The ease with which Dinah cuts and separates flesh with her chainsaw dagger makes it seem like a pleasing art, seen in many of the killings and interrogations of the Emperor using his earthly identity as "Salomon" For her participation, the red bottoms of her heels were stained red with the blood of her enemies.For her, peeling off the polyethylene bionic muscle fibers and plastic skin is not particularly difficult, and she is also full of anger at Nick Fury who tested the emperor's secular identity.

She didn't put herself in the coffin, and jumped out to give Nick Fury a knife at this time, it was considered that she obeyed the order.But this does not mean that she will not do some unnecessary things. For example, when Nick Fury received the data, it seemed that Life-Model Decoy started some programs, and the dry straw stacked under the bionic body began to emit light smoke visible to the naked eye.Suddenly the light smoke turned into an open flame, black scorched marks spread among the yellow straw in the blink of an eye, and the almost invisible blue flame instantly surrounded the entire body of Life-Model Decoy.

Nick Fury took two steps back subconsciously and broke the data cable. He immediately ran wildly, and billows of smoke poured out from the open container behind him.The pier at night gradually lit up with a faint fire, and then the fire began to spread, and the thick smoke that could be clearly seen in the dark night gradually rose.

"Mother Fucker!"

Cursing, he walked quickly to the pier, untied the cables that bound the boat, jumped into the speedboat docked by the private pier, started the engine and fled the scene quickly. The body of the Life-Model Decoy is not resistant to high temperatures, at least not this one. All electronic components and data will be swallowed by the fire. Even the New York Fire Department cannot find anything about Life-Model Decoy from the wreckage. Mark of.Although not able to download complete information, the documents in Nick Fury’s hands are enough to point out the location of the Black Order’s fleet, and can attract the attention of the defense ministers of the permanent members of the UN Security Council instead of treating it as a tyrant in the Balkans crazy raving.

When the fire at the pier caught the attention of dockkeepers who docked yachts nearby, Nick Fury's speedboat had already sailed upstream along the East River into Newtown Creek south of Long Island City.Immediately afterwards, he disappeared into the slums without any surveillance, and got rid of any form of information tracking with equipment that stored important information. When he passed the last camera, he gestured a middle finger towards the camera without hesitation—— He thinks that someone is watching him, taking a full view of his behavior of going to the pier to collect data tonight-he has long been accustomed to this, and few people in this world can do this kind of thing, but this does not mean that he is willing Let those who observe him know his next whereabouts.He's the king of the agents, the real king of the agents, and that's no joke title.

He thought the emperor valued him very much.

This is the truth, but it is not as important as imagined. The emperor did not track him at all, nor did he monitor or listen to him through any cameras.Neither the Sisterhood nor the Order of the Praetorian received relevant orders, and all intelligence agencies only kept track of Nick Fury at a minimum, and then invested data resources and computing power on some more important things.

"I summoned you for the winter of Fimbul!" shouted the old one-eyed man standing in front of the cabin.The wooden house built on the flat grassland at the foot of the mountain has been covered by heavy winter snow at this moment, and the fresh and tender grass that can feed the sheep has all died, entering the next cycle of life cycle.This year's Scandinavian winter came early and was so cold that residents had to pay a lot of heating bills, while the volcanic activity on the Scandinavian peninsula became more frequent, seemingly at any time All have a tendency to erupt. "This winter will never end!" he cried. "Baldr has been dead for many years, and the day is long overdue! Baldr is the best hound I have, and he is cruel and useful."

"I didn't come to listen to your prophecy!" The emperor looked at the old guy with snowy beard and hair indifferently.Even though he was wearing a gray-black cloak, the blizzard kept pouring in.The arrival of the emperor melted the snow, and light and fire shone on his armor, burning supernatural snowflakes. "Where is Frigg?"

"I told her the truth about Baldr's death." The old man blinked his only remaining eye, "I told her who told Hodr the secret of the mistletoe. I kept this secret for many years, Frigg always wanted to know the answer, so I told her."

"You promised the Supreme Mage that you should try your best to be as quiet as possible while staying in Midgard." The emperor reached out his hand and caught a snowflake. "I smell the smell of death here. This is not what you should do."

"Try, but not necessary, and this is not what I do. The Winter of Fenbul has an impact on the Nine Realms. Your battle with the Feathered Serpent is just one of the lifelines that triggers the Winter of Fenbul. Don't blame yourself too much " Odin said with a smile, "Now you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

"You want to force me to fight with you, that's why you dismissed Frigg?"

The emperor took a deep breath and looked around.When he received the alarm from Casilios, he had a rough guess. Although the Supreme Mage was not on Earth, he still decided to go to Scandinavia alone to see what Odin, who had been silent for a long time, wanted to do. what. "Are you in a hurry? I don't have your helper here!" He said, "Your Gungnir is in my hands. You exchanged Gungnir and Dropnir for a chance to trade, and now you Want to break the contract?"

"I have other weapons besides Gungnir." Odin took out a scarred black ax from behind.It was a weapon that was forged on Earth—cast in an electric furnace, milled with machines, the shop logo wasn't even removed, it looked like some kind of craft that would be sold to tourists—as he picked up the ax After whispering a few words, the runes climbed onto the metal surface like a knife carving. "Something wants to kill me, and now they're here. The seal between Nilfheim and Midgard's passage is gradually failing, and I can't keep sealing those things anymore. I can't let Frigga stay here. The matter must be settled." He raised the axe, "This thing is enough for me. You'd better summon Gungnir, I think that girl has already accumulated energy. Why suddenly In such embarrassment, do you think I will settle accounts with you for recruiting the dwarves of Svatarfaheim?"

The emperor looked at the snowdrift beside him.As far as he could remember it was a plain, with the flaky rocks of the Scandinavian mountains still tucked in, blocked off by rows of birch trees on the other side.There is more than one such snowdrift, and the two wolves raised by Odin are still digging the snowdrift with great joy when they are talking.

"Yes, troll." Odin turned the ax in a circle, and a blue glow shone on the blade.Obviously, it's not the first time he's done this.Two wolves had ripped a frozen, rashed piece of flesh out of a snowdrift, and even in the blizzard the stench was still pungent. "It's a good time for trolls to be able to move about in this lightless morning without turning to stone. I've killed a dozen trolls and they keep coming, I need you to block A passage between Nilfheim and Midgard, any method will do."

The emperor stared at Odin's one eye, he knew that Odin didn't ask him to come here to deal with such trivial matters as trolls.There is only a small town with a population of no more than 200 in a radius of tens of kilometers. The road from this cabin to there is flat, except for a frozen stream, even if there are mountains blocking it, it is still unimpeded.The so-called fear of trolls harming humans is simply nonsense. The emperor never believed that Odin would care about the safety of the human race. Although they came from the same lineage, the Asgardians considered themselves an advanced race. It is to make him call himself a god.

However, the emperor did not dwell on this issue for too long.Long before he set off, he had performed divination and sent inquiries to the three goddesses of fate.Combining divination, his own reasoning, and the peeping of the timeline by the Eye of Agamotto, he doesn't think there will be too many dangers in his operation. At most, it can be regarded as another futile resistance of Odin in the face of Ragnarok. .

"Hammurabi, Amon." The emperor called to his Janissaries.

At this moment, the two imperial guards, who had been waiting on the clouds for a long time, swooped down on the aircraft, as vigorously as goshawks chasing their prey.The emperor held up his palm, and the lightning condensed, extended, and finally erupted at his fingertips, and a golden spear wrapped by lightning appeared in his hand.Today's Gungnir is very different from the past. The Z pulse power facility used to test materials under extreme temperature and pressure conditions was used by the emperor to wake up and cast this spear. The high temperature of 37 billion degrees Celsius made this gun Long rejuvenated.The emperor's most trusted craftsman, Rodin from the outer dimension, participated in the recasting of Gungnir throughout the process. Since then, the gun has a new name and a new owner.

Gungnir's original owner admired the spear very much. "You'll use it better than I can," he said, "and that's where it should really work"

"I agree to your conditions, but there is no next time." The emperor looked at Odin, "Don't think that I don't know what you want to do, and don't think that Kama Taj didn't record those unknown secrets. Ragnarok has already Walk in, this is an inevitable fate, no matter how hard you struggle, it will be of no avail..." The engine of the hoverbike moved from far to near, and finally stopped on the snow behind the emperor, "Today we will hunt together. Hammurabi, Amon, we will go deep into the veil of reality and fiction to hunt trolls and drive all threats back to Nilfheim."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)