Lord of Cinder in American Comics

The target was a house at the foot of a hill. The group formed an attack formation and stormed inside.

"Clear, confirm safety."

"Understood, safety confirmed."

The order to clear the room was repeated over and over by the front team members. Even though Galahad had no idea what was going on, he still followed the formation and took the lead in providing cover.

Galahad watched as he unconsciously performed various cover maneuvers, observed the direction of the gun barrels and the perfect coordination with his teammates, and couldn't help but feel curious, until he heard the sounds of fighting and breaking from the room ahead.

"We've caught them."

In the empty room, there was only one chair in the very center, and the target, whose face was not visible due to a black hood, was sitting on it.

The rest of the people scattered around, carefully providing cover and guarding against possible external attacks.

"Harry, go check him for weapons."

Before Galahad could react, he was pushed forward.

Galahad was still in a daze, mechanically reaching out to touch the target before backing away.

The squad commander then stepped forward, punching the target repeatedly and demanding, "What do you know? Tell me!"

Just then, the target coughed and gasped for breath, then laughed. He then bent down and took the safety ring off the grenade hidden at his waist.

In this scene, Galahad instinctively wanted to rush forward, but someone next to him pushed him aside and fell onto the grenades.

A muffled explosion rang out, and sparks flew beneath the man who had thrown himself onto the grenade.

"No!! I clearly used a fake grenade!"

The target removed his hood, broke free of his restraints, turned over the corpse on the ground, and cried out loudly, "Ginger, call for backup! We need medical help, quick!"

However, the corpse that should have been blown up stole a small bottle of liquor from the weeping Tequila, took a sip, and said, "I knew you had some good stuff hidden away."

Holding Logan's agave, she looked at Logan in her arms with surprise and shock, too excited to say a word.

Galahad, who was originally in charge of the inspection, stood there watching all of this in a daze.

Ash removed her mask and asked, "Galahad, how is it? Do you remember now?"

"That was originally a mistake; I should have been the one to die..."

Galahad watched all this, muttering to himself in a low voice, his tone filled with memories and loss.

Ash patted Galahad on the shoulder and said, "No time for reminiscing, we have to save the world now!"

Chapter 146: Valentine, Who Never Shows His Face

Galahad, once remembered, finally returned to normal. The elite agents' abilities were instantly on full display.

Stopping Ginger from calling for backup, Galahad unceremoniously took everyone's cell phones, inspected them, and then smashed one of them.

Seeing that only his phone had been smashed, Tequila said unhappily, "Hey, that's my phone."

The efficient Galahad returned the other people's phones and said to Tequila, "Yes, that's right, Valentine's product, and he's the one who started this crisis."

Tequila shrugged and said, "Uh, I was just trying it out, after all, his product was free..."

Galahad, after reconfirming the situation, said bluntly, "Free things are the most expensive; you should learn that, kid."

After circling around, Galahad looked at Ginger, who was holding a tablet, and asked, "Are you their Merlin?"

Ginger Juice, caught off guard, said, "I'm not Merlin, no, I am. You can call me Ginger Juice."

“Cut off communications, Ginger, we can’t trust anyone right now.”

These words provoked a rebuttal from Tequila, who pulled back the lever of his rifle and said, "What, you've become the boss? Why should we listen to you?"

“Child, I was shot once, and only then did I realize it was because someone leaked the information. We can’t trust anyone, especially you.”

Tequila stubbornly retorted, "What about me?"

Galahad, using the ginger-scented screen, checked the information and said, "You used Valentine's products. Valentine is the real culprit who caused this."

Turning the tablet around to show everyone, Galahad explained, "In Uganda, someone used synthetic cathinone to attack the guerrillas' water supply, driving everyone into a frenzy and causing them to kill each other. The Chechen rebellion saw the same frenzy, but without any drug reaction."

My former colleague Lancelot's investigation pointed to Valentine. I also investigated Valentine and obtained a bullet from him.

Data suggests that Valentine is preparing to use his free product, potentially causing a global uproar.

Galahad's words alerted everyone except Ash; no one wanted the world to be destroyed and plunged into chaos.

However, after working on the tablet for a while, Ginger asked, "But I couldn't find any video footage of Valentine?"

Galahad recalled his experience of slaughtering a hundred people in the church, his face filled with pain. He took the ginger-infused tablet and quickly began drawing on it.

Before long, a face that Ash recognized appeared on the tablet.

Showing the tablet to everyone, Galahad said, "This is Valentine. Although his face isn't online, I've seen him."

Ash recalled the movies she had seen in the past. Originally, Valentine had scenes showing his face in public, but now there was no information about his appearance, and he could only be identified by Galahad's sketches.

And this Valentine's face looks exactly like Nick Fury's.

Creating chaos to become the king of the world—that's something only Hydra would do. How come even the ruthless Fury is doing this?

Although Ash had an answer in his mind, he didn't say it out loud. To say it now would be too prophetic, and in retrospect, his source of information would certainly not stand up to scrutiny.

So Ash kept the answer to herself and pretended to be surprised, saying, "If it really is this person, then no law enforcement force can be relied on."

Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, Ash explained, "The person Galahad drew is named Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s San Francisco branch, and the successor designated by Pierce, a member of the World Security Council."

If he has problems, then the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot be trusted. In fact, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s law enforcement authority extends globally; if discovered, we would all disappear instantly.

Upon hearing about the immense power and influence of S.H.I.E.L.D., everyone fell silent, except for Logan, who remained indifferent and smoked a cigar.

Finally, it was the youngest member, Tequila, who broke the deadlock. He slung his gun over his shoulder and said, "I won't be at peace even if I die if we don't do something."

Ginger added, "Yes, we should find everyone we can trust and seek their help."

But before she could finish speaking, Ginger Juice contradicted herself. "But we don't know who to believe now?"

Hearing this, Galahad's eyes brightened even more, and he said, "Perhaps I know who to look for? Ginger, what's the password for the anti-eavesdropping line?"

"PC12138, who are you looking for?"

“A young man I mentored.”

After saying that, Galahad connected to a private phone call, and a nonchalant voice came from the other end: "I'm busy right now. Come down and talk to me. I'm off to save the world."

"Eggsy, what was the first lesson I taught you at the bar?"

“Hart, is that you? You’re not dead? Good heavens! Oh, the first lesson is that a man cannot stand without manners, I’ve always remembered that.”

Eggsy's voice was choked with sobs, and the sound of Galahad's voice made him feel as if he were in a dream.

But Eggsy stopped quickly and said urgently, "Hart, Arthur is a problem. He's a traitor. I just pulled Valentine's chip out of his neck."

This intelligence reminded Galahad of Professor James Arnold, whose head exploded right before his eyes during a previous investigation.

Now that they had the means to basically distinguish between friend and foe, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

But Eggsy's words made Galahad uneasy. Even Arthur, the nominal leader of Kingsman, had been turned; it was uncertain how many people within Kingsman could still be trusted.

Helpless, Galahad had no choice but to abandon the idea of ​​having Eggsy cooperate with Kingsman. He said to Eggsy, "Eggsy, don't tell anyone that I'm still alive. Proceed with your plan as it is, and keep me informed at all times, okay?"

Having received a firm reply from Eggsy, Galahad hung up the phone.

The other people in the room were not in a good mood at the moment, after all, the situation was unclear as to which side was friend or foe.

“Ginger, go and quietly tell Champagne what happened. He can basically trust you, after all…”

Ash originally meant to say, 'After all, the Ancient One wouldn't choose an anti-human as her subordinate.' But as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized something was wrong; he had almost forgotten about Kaecilius.

However, based on Ash's previous inspection of the champagne, nothing seemed amiss, so let's just trust him for now, since he didn't get his head blown off and still has a role in the second movie.

Despite being filled with doubt and fear, Ginger still relayed the information to Champagne as Ash had instructed.

At this moment, Galahad also received the message from Eggsy.

"Arthur, that traitor, received information that he was going to a secret base in the Alps. How should we get there?"

## Summary of March Launch Data and Some Rant (Optional)

Since its release on March 11th, up to today, March 31st, in twenty days, fifty-two new chapters have been published, totaling 115485 words, averaging 5499 words per day.

Since its release, five readers—Mechanical Steamed Bun, 1418863241223331840, Crazy No. 81, Book Friend 20170814181032013, and The Person Who Got Listed—have given me six donations. Thank you all for your support.

Thank you to all the readers who have supported me this far.

Since its release, I haven't asked anyone for anything, not even donations or votes.

In my opinion, once a book is published, readers will naturally judge whether it's good or bad. If they like it, they'll subscribe to a couple of chapters; if they don't, they won't. That's just human nature.

Asking for votes during the new book release period conflicted with my own ideas, so I didn't do anything about asking for votes.

Similarly, I have stated many times that I am a complete newcomer, and writing this book was purely an impulse, a desire to complete the story I had conceived in my heart according to my own ideas.

So this book was taken from my college novel outline and hastily written.

At first glance, there was a sense of disjointedness, such as the early pacing being too fast, while chapters sixty to eighty felt padded and lacking depth. I have humbly accepted these writing errors and am diligently learning from and correcting them.

Since I started writing the book, I've written two short sentences to illustrate my level of understanding: "My heart is filled with a thousand autumns, yet I can hardly write a single drop of ink."

I have stories in my heart, but when I write them down, they often differ from the images in my heart. This can be seen from the consistent order in which I write, which is always based on the visual imagery of movies and TV dramas. However, in some details, I lack the expressive power of movies and TV dramas. This is the shortcoming of my writing.

At the same time, please don't compare online novels with traditional literature. Ordinary online novels are incomparable; they're purely for entertainment, meant to give readers a quick thrill before discarding them like toilet paper. Only a very few achieve a sublime level of literary merit and storytelling, and these authors are usually called platinum authors, which is far beyond my reach as a level 1 writer.

However, I must emphasize that the fact that I can write stories that are coherent and tell them completely is the result of my hard work and time, so there is no need for everyone to look for problems in one or two minor aspects.

At this point, some readers might already know what I'm going to say. In Chapter 3, Clint calls Natasha "Little Natasha." This is a point that readers have been emphasizing, and I've tried to explain it, but no one has looked at it carefully. Some people have even arrogantly used this point to criticize me.

To be honest, if you can make some sense and correctly point out the problem, I will definitely accept your suggestion. I wrote my book by being criticized step by step by my readers, and I won't care about that.

But what you said clearly doesn't make sense. A single sentence is out of place? And what about foreigners never using middle names for close relatives??

First, please clarify that Natasha Romanoff's English name is Natasha Romanoff, which is her common and formal name; she does not have a middle name. She also has the legal name Natalia Alianovna Romanova, which is used in the Black Widow comics.

This legal name only appears in Black Widow's solo film.

Secondly, what's wrong with Clint calling Natasha "Little Na"? "Na ta sha" is a three-syllable word; calling the first syllable "na" is just like calling Zhang San "Little Zhang"—what's wrong with that? As for the comparison to calling Zhang San "Little Bow," a reader named "My Wife Zhuo Wenjun" has already provided an explanation in the original chapter's comments: people speak in syllable units. When I address Zhang San, it only has two syllables, so I can call him Zhang, Little Zhang, or Zhang San, but I would never call him Bow or Little Bow. I can call Natasha by her full name, "natasha," or simply "na."

As for the use of "Little Na" in the text, it's because Clint refers to Natasha as "Na" or "Nat," a shortened form. This is especially evident in the first hour of Avengers: Endgame, when Clint takes the Avengers to his home, where his daughter addresses Natasha as "Auntie Nat." Is there a problem with translating it as "Auntie Little Na"? Where is the problem?