I'm the Demon King in Marvel

But he didn't know that in addition to men and women paying attention to him, there were also people of the same kind paying attention to him.

An underground ring in Atlanta was littered with corpses and a river of blood.

The bald man in red looked at the news on the TV screen and smiled grimly: "Master Dongfang can only be mine!"

I talked with the editor about the plot of the next few chapters, and finally found that I was still too conservative, so I changed it to something more exciting!

Chapter 43 Three days later, at the top of the White House, the winner will be decided, as well as life and death!

A bald man in a red hooded robe stepped off a train in New York. He was from Atlanta, high in the Appalachian Mountains.

The man had a gourd filled with white wine hanging around his waist, and his left hand was constantly clenched, as if he was not used to having something missing.

The bald man has a fair face and no beard. His originally strong muscles have gradually "atrophied", but concentration is the essence. After getting rid of the former vanity, he feels stronger all over his body.

Due to his tall stature and broad frame, he is unable to condense a trace of charm, but his temperament is more in line with that of a handsome young man.

If he didn't have the tattoo on his head and a hideous scar between his eyebrows, he would surely be sought after by many wealthy women.

But now he has no feelings for women.

There is only one person in his heart, and that is the powerful, mysterious and beautiful Lord Dongfang Bubai!

"I have to get a good sword first."

The bald man glanced at Adam Smith, who was enjoying the spotlight on the screen in the station hall, and smiled a bloodthirsty smile.

"Although you showed up earlier, I am Lord Dongfang's most loyal believer!"

After taking a look, the bald man strode out of the station and headed straight for Chinatown.

The bald man's name is Johnny Tyson. He used to be an underground boxer in Atlanta, earning a meager commission by working hard.

Don't think that you can make money by fighting underground boxing just because underground boxing matches make millions of dollars every night. Most of the commission is taken by the organizers, and the clubs that provide the boxers will then take a large cut, and the money that goes into the boxers' pockets is a drop in the bucket.

Of course, if you can build up your fame and bring in your own traffic, the organizer will offer you a higher commission and may even be willing to share a portion of the profits.

But all this is achieved at the cost of limited lifespan.

Few underground boxers can die of natural causes. They either die in the boxing ring or in a hospital bed. Even if they are lucky enough to retire, they will suffer from hidden injuries in their later years, and most of the money they earn will be spent on medical treatment.

Johnny Tyson was a poor little boxer. Every time he went on stage, he ended up getting less money than going to a "zero-dollar store". After a serious injury, the club abandoned him, and he could only rely on his last bit of savings to treat his illness and make ends meet.

That night, he was penniless and was about to end his suffering by jumping off the building, but a black videotape appeared on the floor of his apartment.

Aqiang met Azhen on a starry night.

From then on, life without a trace of color had a touch of bright red, and Johnny Tyson's life became meaningful.

However, Aqiang could not tolerate Azhen's past.

It was only after the cut that Johnny Tyson discovered that a stinky man imitating Dongfang Bubai had appeared in New York.

Jealousy makes Aqiang unable to sleep, he wants to possess Azhen completely!

The great Lord of the East does not need a second follower. Johnny is determined to destroy all men who have received gifts from the Invincible East.

So he came from Atlanta to New York.

He practiced hard for more than three months, and through actual combat he killed the club's owner, a boxer with whom he had a conflict, and the entire gang that organized the underground boxing match.

Johnny Tyson is confident that his skills are no weaker than Adam Smith. Combined with the fighting experience he has gained from years of black boxing career, he is definitely much stronger than the hard-working office workers and poor green-haired turtles!

After finding a good sword in Chinatown, Johnny Tyson, a ruthless man of few words, immediately issued a declaration of war to Adam Smith.

He carved a sentence on the wall outside the Wall Street Stock Exchange Building with a sword at night.

"Three days later, at the top of the White House, both the winner and the loser will be decided, as well as life and death!"

The signature "The sun rises in the east, only I am undefeated" is in Chinese.

Obviously, Aqiang's feelings for Azhen are stronger, and he taught himself Chinese for three months for Azhen.

After dawn, Wall Street was angry, New York was boiling, and America was in an uproar.

Lin Hao, the instigator, was stunned for a moment by the location of the decisive battle, and then he smiled sweetly: "Interesting, now Dongfang Bubai is famous in America, and the Jingshifang Brigade can be listed."

After thinking for a moment, he called Sadako back and threw her a sword, a sword made of vibranium.

"Give it to Bald Qiang."

He noticed the sword in Adam Smith's hand in the news these days and guessed that it was probably made of adamantium. The sword Johnny Tyson got on the market would not be able to withstand a few attacks.

These two eunuchs are both talented people in the Jingshifang. They can play a powerful role in advertising and cannot be eliminated for the time being.

If only Adam Smith appeared, most forces would think that this was an isolated case that could not be replicated. When they see Johnny Tyson again, they will react and explore the reasons.

At that time, whether to circumcise or not will become a dilemma for many American men.

In the future, facing an increasingly dangerous living environment, more and more people will be willing to take a cut.

……

Early in the morning, in the office of the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Black-Boiled Egg" Nick Fury sat behind his desk, with Phil Coulson standing on his left and right, reporting new discoveries.

"This Japanese guy is called Ichigo Kurosaki. He acquired more than one-third of Stark Industries' shares. He held a shareholder meeting with Tony Stark yesterday. The content of the meeting is currently unclear..."

Nick Fury quickly looked up Ichigo Kurosaki's information and found that he was a very normal Japanese businessman who had been running businesses for many years. He was also involved in the financial industry and traded stocks in the stock market, with both profits and losses.

This time, he took advantage of the fluctuations in Stark Industries' stock price and bought at a low price, thus becoming a major shareholder.

"Something's wrong."

Nick Fury only took a moment to see the problem: "If this last bottom-fishing was because he blindly believed in Tony Stark, then his short-selling operation three months ago... was too resolute."

"Five million dollars and ten times leverage is indeed a bit risky, but he has made similar moves before and even lost money several times." Coulson's attitude was not as certain as the boss's.

“Don’t worry about what he did in the past, because his past experience could be a perfect setup.”

Nick Fury always has the mentality of an agent and remains skeptical of everything.

"It depends on what he is doing now and what he wants to achieve."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on him." Coulson immediately listed Kurosaki Ichigo as his key monitoring target on the tablet, and then reported: "Adam Smith, the Red Swordsman, has been particularly active recently."

Surveillance footage and news reports from multiple TV stations began to play on the screen.

"Boss, this person is not simple. I have checked the background information and recent transactions of those reporters, and I can't find any suspicious information at all."

The fact that Coulson couldn't find anything suspicious is suspicious in itself.

"No need to check, he's Pierce's man." Nick Fury directly revealed the answer: "Pierce is trying to build a superhero team."

"This..." Coulson considered carefully, and finally stated his position: "He is no longer the director, and it seems that he has no authority to do this."

"He doesn't have the power of SHIELD, but he has the power that wealth gives."

Nick Fury took these things very lightly. He used the funds allocated by the Security Council to secretly maintain the survival of the Skrulls in exchange for their help in intelligence work.

What's more, Alexander Pierce is now a senior executive of the Security Council. If he convinces the Council to set up a special operations team independent of S.H.I.E.L.D., I'm afraid many people will agree.

Nick Fury has had strict control over SHIELD since he came to power, and some people have long been dissatisfied with him, although he doesn't realize that he is controlling SHIELD in vain, as SHIELD has long become a nest of snakes.

Coulson finished his morning briefing and left the director's office.

The tablet was still showing the scene of Adam Smith beheading an armed robber with a sword.

"As expected of Pierce, his plan is very similar to mine..." Nick Fury muttered to himself.

In less than a moment, the office door was violently pushed open.

Phil Coulson's face was filled with panic: "Chief, something big has happened!"

When Nick Fury saw the two lines of words in the live footage, his face turned as dark as... well, it was hard to tell.

"Asshole, he's provoking America!"

I wanted to fight on top of the Statue of Liberty, but the big guy said the White House is also OK, just don’t expose Comrade Guan Hai, so brothers, be careful not to mention it when you comment!!!

PS: So far I have not deleted any comment. Some friends found that the comments disappeared not because of me, but because I was protecting this book. I urge my brothers to be more tactful in the future and use more aliases.

I sincerely thank Mr. Penglai for giving me the opportunity and showing such kindness. In the future, I will try to improve my driving skills and ask less help from you in making modifications.

Chapter 44: Eunuchs, assemble!

The two lines of words that appeared on the outer wall of the Wall Street Stock Exchange detonated the entire America.

Who did this?

Who does he want to fight to the death?

Also, why Chinese?

Many poor American students keep asking online: What do these two sentences mean? Can someone translate them for me?

"It means that three days later, the person who wrote this sentence will fight someone on the roof of the White House, just like the duel in the ancient Greek Colosseum."

“What is Ancient Greece?”

“Ancient Greece is not a thing, it is a country in history.”

"Oh, I'm not interested in history."

"Is the person upstairs an idiot? Now you should be more concerned about the location of the final battle. That's the White House!"

"Yeah, we have to go there early to grab a good spot."

"Remember to bring a tent. Last time, my girlfriend and I were arrested by the police for not bringing a tent. They said we were disturbing the city."

"We specialize in selling tents, protest flags, and slogan uniforms in the Washington area. We can customize patterns and designs. Quantities are limited, so hurry up if you want to buy."

"I've already bought a ticket to Washington, I hope they don't break their promise, otherwise I'll beat their asses!"

"Silly hat, just you?"

……

There is a lot of joy on the Internet, as if you are about to go on a summer trip.

Most people don’t care who is about to fight to the death, they just hope that both sides will not break their promise so that they can participate in this carnival.