Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Now Mephisto has become the target of other demons of hell. Zatanos was the first to rush over. Driven by both hatred and redemption, he recklessly burned his soul, trying to bring Mephisto down from his horse.

Meanwhile, several Black Knights appeared by Geralt's side; they were the experts in dealing with demons.

Nodding to the crowd, Geralt also pulled out a Black Knight's Great Axe, which had a bonus against demon attacks.

Hell changes hands today!

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Chapter 390: Fury?

The news of Captain America's return is no longer a secret around the world.

Right now, Steve Rogers is visiting Martha's home.

Martha Rogers is Steve's cousin, so when Cassel learned that he was Steve Rogers' nephew, he abandoned his plan to take Steve to those men's paradises.

At the dining table, Cassel looked at the stack of notebooks in the living room that needed Steve's autograph and regretted bragging to Beckett, which led to half the police station looking for him, everyone hoping to get Captain America's autograph.

Steve followed Cassel's gaze and saw the stack of notebooks. He smiled from the bottom of his heart; no one dislikes being popular.

“I never expected that the person who asked me if I needed help would be you... uh, Cassel.”

"I never expected to run into Captain America while driving down the street... By the way, could you do me a favor? You know I carry the hopes of so many people..."

Kassel pointed to his 'task', somewhat embarrassed.

But Steve didn't express any dissatisfaction. To him, his age and appearance were not much different. Except for that one night when he slept a little longer, he was actually still a young man.

As Steve listened to Cassel recount the changes in the world over the years, Steve would occasionally add his own thoughts, following Cassel's train of thought, when the conversation got particularly exciting.

Two people of similar age crossed the threshold of an era.

Meanwhile, the other two people at the table, Kassel's son Alex, looked at his father and had no doubt that his father had not noticed that he had just secretly slipped a stack of notebooks that needed to be signed into the box.

Martha, on the other hand, swirled her wine glass, taking sips every now and then.

After the two young-hearted kids finally finished their conversation, Martha slowly inquired about Steve's recent life.

"Steve, where have you been staying lately? Do you have any money left? Perhaps your nephew can lend you some."

Steve shook his head, taking Martha's blunt question as the deepest concern, and said, "I bought the old house in Brooklyn, and I live there now. It's pretty much the same as it was seventy years ago... After all, old people always miss the past..."

"You mean the old houses in Brooklyn? I remember they weren't cheap there..."

"The military provides me with a stipend every year based on my status as a missing person, and with the profits from those dolls, I'm actually quite wealthy now. I never imagined that a house that used to cost only five thousand yuan would now cost five million..."

Upon hearing the figure, Martha put down her glass and asked, "Five million? You bought the whole house? Didn't you only live in a second-floor apartment before?"

Steve nodded and said, "I always hoped to live on the ground floor of an apartment building, with a garden downstairs where I could grow whatever I liked. Now that I have the money, I can fulfill my dream. Besides, the tax office has already sent me a notice that if I don't file my sales tax return, they'll charge me extra taxes..."

"How much money do you actually have? Never mind, never asked... Maybe you need an accountant, maybe Kassel can introduce you to one or two..."

Upon hearing this, Kassel nodded quickly and said, "Yes, no, don't worry, I know someone at the Control Bureau who's very good at bookkeeping. He can even use the Control Bureau's account, which will save us a lot of money..."

Cassell continued to provide Steve with all possible assistance, hoping to bring his boast at the police station to a satisfactory conclusion. With Steve nodding in agreement, Cassell's speech became even faster.

Back in Brooklyn, Steve gained a deeper understanding of his own existence. After all these years, he still had family, and that was enough.

Since waking up, Steve has felt that he does not belong to this era. The evolution of the military and the modernization of society have caused the Captain America who once led the Roaring Commando to charge into battle to lose his place.

The military gave him some time, during which he underwent a series of changes, and even his confusion about life disappeared after he saw a humanoid rhinoceros robbing a bank have its horn broken off by the NYPD's Joint Control Bureau using an ATS armor.

Since the world has already become like this, how much worse can it get?

When Steve got home, he looked at the shield hanging on the wall, and his weapons had also been packed up and sent over by the Bureau of Control.

Steve fondly touched his shield, casually placing his keys, phone, and other odds and ends into a bowl on the dresser. Then he took the shield off and kept changing the pose he struck when he was selling bonds.

To outsiders, this is a person completely abandoned by the times, reminiscing about his past.

However, Steve suddenly threw the shield into the dark doorway.

The sound of impact, followed by the sound of flesh falling to the ground, was followed by a series of running sounds and the sound of furniture overturning.

The shield returned to Steve's hand after repeated impacts, and Steve also had a 1911 in his hand. He rested the gun on the edge of the shield and carefully pointed it into the darkness.

"Captain! Don't shoot!"

A voice demanding a ceasefire came from the darkness. Steve turned on the living room light, and a black man in a black leather jacket was helping the person next to him to his feet.

"You are... Nick Fury?!"

Steve recognized the man wanted worldwide and reached for the telephone on the table on the other side of the living room. To preserve the old-fashioned feel, his home still had a landline.

However, when Steve picked up the phone, there was no dial tone. He reached behind the phone and found that the original telephone line had been cut.

"Captain! We've come seeking help, and you're the only one who can help us now..."

Nick Fury sat on the sofa, while Steve looked at him with slight disgust.

Nick Fury's expression upon seeing Steve's was unreadable; his face remained impassive.

"Captain, we're not here with any ill intentions. I'm here to tell you the truth about the world. The greatest evil in this world is the person who dug you out; he is the root cause of the world's unrest..."

Hearing Nick Fury's words, Steve's face showed a hint of sarcasm. "Don't you even know who's the wanted criminal now?"

"He arbitrarily revealed the dark side of the world, disrupted the order of darkness, and even clashed with the Lord of the Nine Realms, turning the originally peaceful world into a battlefield!"

In response to Nick Fury's words, Steve compared them point by point with reality, stating that revealing the dark side of the world referred to dimensional invasion. Disrupting the Dark Order meant exterminating vampires?

Steve thought to himself, 'If I hadn't woken up and gotten into trouble, forcing me to read all the intelligence the Bureau of Control had gathered this year, I would have really been fooled by you…'

Nick Fury truly lives up to his reputation as an intelligence whiz; according to him, the world's changes all stem from Ash. He claims that S.H.I.E.L.D. was only able to protect the world under his leadership.

However, what Nick Fury was unaware of was that the intelligence he considered classified was merely wishful thinking on his part.

Ash's idea was that battles should involve everyone fighting desperately, and it was important to understand why they were fighting so hard. Aside from not allowing it to be discussed outside, within the Control Bureau it was merely a topic of casual conversation.

After listening to Nick Fury's long lecture, Steve interrupted him, saying, "Since you have such a strong opinion, then tell him to his face..."

The astute Nick Fury glanced at the chest of drawers in the porch, where Steve's cell phone was in a bowl. Steve had reported this to the Bureau of Control from the beginning.

The Bureau of Control forces have arrived, and Steve's keen hearing can already detect the faint engine sounds of the ATS armor outside the wall.

"Oh my god... Fuck!"

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Chapter 391: Internal Strife

Before the Bureau of Control could even begin the demolition assault, Nick Fury and the two men beside him launched their attack from inside the building.

They pulled out guns that were completely alien to Earth and fired several energy rounds at Steve's location.

Steve used his shield to shield his front, and the energy bullets were deflected by the shield, turning the surrounding furniture and ceiling into powder.

With part of the ceiling missing, the furniture on the second floor fell down, along with two ATS armored suits.

Frank, piloting one of the planes, had just spotted the enemy when he pinched the switch on the machine gun.

The 25mm cannon started spinning, firing tracer rounds every five rounds, pointing Frank with a clear path of attack.

Faced with such an attack, the men Fury brought with them developed a fluctuating protective shield around their bodies, but it couldn't withstand the continuous machine gun fire for even a few seconds.

The sight of green blood mixed with shattered limbs made Frank's face change drastically. He shouted, "It's aliens! Capture them alive!"

The Skrulls' bizarre methods have caused harm to the world several times, but the World Security Council currently only has a few corpses and cannot obtain any relevant intelligence.

Frank's words, "Capture him alive," calmed the previously explosive attack.

Surrounded, Nick Fury reverted to his original green skin and began firing his weapon repeatedly at Frank.

Although the energy weapon bounced off the ATS armor and produced incredibly bright sparks, it still failed to penetrate the armor.

The living Skrulls weakly pulled the trigger, but the weapon could no longer fire a single bullet.

"If you can penetrate this armor, the Control Bureau won't have to spend the price of an Abrams to build one!"

Frank scoffed at the little green man in front of him and reached out to grab him.

"Damn you, why are you rebelling! Wouldn't it be better to become our slaves and, under our leadership, once again become one of the four great empires of the universe!"

"Four great empires? The Kree would disagree with that..."

Upon hearing the name of the Kree, the Skrull could no longer contain himself. Every Skrull knew what the Kree had done!

"That's betrayal, betrayal of the same home planet!"

Ignoring the Skrulls' shouts and explanations, Frank pressed the launch button on his left arm. The rocket launcher deployed a rope net, binding the Skrulls.

Steve then crept closer with his shield and asked, "Is this an alien? They look... so different from Earthlings!"

Frank, still maintaining basic respect for the elderly, asked, "How have you been on your vacation lately?"

"It's great. I never thought I still had relatives alive, and that I would be able to see my nephew who is about the same age as me..."

Steve recounted what he had seen and heard since he had come in; after all, his nephew, Cassel, was quite a celebrity in the Bureau of Control.

As they were talking, Steve asked, "Does your rope glow?"

"What rope?"

"The rope you used to tie up aliens!"

Frank then noticed that the Skrull in the net had begun to change; the fluctuations around his body had ignited the steel cables of the net.

"go!"

Frank grabbed Steve's arm and threw him out the window.

A bright orange light flashed, and just as Steve flew out, the entire apartment building was engulfed in flames.

Steve looked at the situation before him. The one who had just thrown him out was that arrogant, dark-faced military judge, but he couldn't get out.

Steve stared at the collapsing apartment building before him and said in a serious tone, "I will avenge you!"

"For whom shall we avenge?"

"For Frank, although he never smiled and always looked like everyone owed him money, he was a true fighter and a comrade you could rely on!"

Steve spoke solemnly, as if he were reciting a farewell prayer at a funeral.