I'm the Demon King in Marvel

What's more, Will Fortson felt that he was really wronged!

It would be fine if I was framed, but the police found the wrong person. Even if I go to heaven, I won’t be able to find anyone to seek justice with!

Sell, must sell!

The moment he agreed, a floating parchment appeared next to Will's palm, and he used all his strength to press a bloody handprint on it.

After signing the contract, the devil had a colorful apple with rainbow patterns in his hand.

"Eat it and you will gain the power of the devil."

The apple appeared directly above Will's mouth, and he opened his mouth and swallowed it, ignoring the disgusting taste. Will soon felt a powerful force surge through his body.

His limbs were stretched, his body became thinner, a large amount of black hair appeared on his body, his head turned into a huge leopard head, and a long tail appeared behind his butt.

"Huh." Lin Hao, who saw all this through the vision of the little devil, showed a hint of surprise: "I didn't expect the completion rate of this batch to be so high."

After eating the "smile fruit", Will Fortson's entire body turned into a leopard, a black leopard, except for his belly which remained the same.

The belly is originally black, so it makes no difference whether it has hair or not.

"Interesting, it seems this tool can be used for a while longer." Seeing this black leopard, Lin Hao had some new ideas.

"Go, my servant, and vent your anger!"

"From today on, you will believe in the great demon lord, His Majesty the Great Demon King."

"Yes, great Lord of Demons." Will Fortson was respectful and very pious.

At this moment, he abandoned God and turned to believe in this great devil.

From this moment on, his life and death will be controlled by the great devil Lin Hao.

The darkness faded away in less than a moment to outsiders, and it was a black light that could not be captured by the naked eye.

Will Fortson, who regained his human form, waited for the ambulance. Although the wounds on his body had been mostly healed by the sudden strength he gained, and the bullets in his body had been squeezed out by his muscles, would the ambulance, which had come with great difficulty, just sit there and make thousands of dollars?

This is so uncapitalist!

So, Will Fortson, who was about to take revenge immediately, was tied to a stretcher by the over-enthusiastic paramedics and taken into the ambulance.

"Fuck, my injury..." Will Fortson, who was about to break free, suddenly came up with a better idea.

The great demon lord needs a shining debut.

Chapter 5 What arms dealer doesn’t sell his goods to two companies?

American journalists claim to "always arrive at the scene earlier than the police," with one exception: that is when the scene is created by the police.

This was the case with the police shooting of a black pilot in San Francisco. When reporters rushed over after receiving the news, the white police officer Jack Bryan had already quietly slipped away. They only saw the unconscious black pilot being carried away in an ambulance.

If Will Fortson still had his eyes open at this moment, reporters would definitely rush up to interview him immediately, and even pay money to bribe the paramedics to leave them time for the interview.

You say this will delay the rescue time?

who cares?

This is the world of capital and money. As long as it can create economic benefits, any operation is justified.

What's more, the injured person was a black man.

The two black people who were previously "kneeled to death" by a white police officer lost time for rescue because the ambulance could not get in due to the fact that the reporters' vehicles surrounded the scene. This allowed them to spread the words "I can't breathe".

Finally, the reporter denounced the harm of racial discrimination on the screen with a compassionate look on his face, squeezed out a few crocodile tears, and then watched the soaring ratings and enjoyed the TV station's bonus.

The niggers died, the white people got rich, and everyone had a bright future.

Young Will Fortson did not realize the evil nature of the "News Vultures". He pretended to be unconscious at this moment because he wanted to create a big scene.

Although the reporters who arrived at the scene did not interview the parties involved, they were able to reconstruct the incident from the surrounding citizens. When they heard that a white policeman shot and killed a black man, who was an Air Force pilot, they immediately became excited!

Racial discrimination, excessive law enforcement, conflicts between police and the military...they are all big flash points!

There is no reason why this news wouldn’t be popular.

"Hey, Boss, you have to give me access to the show right now!"

"Yes, big news, super big!"

Reporters at the scene contacted the radio station one after another, asking their superiors to start broadcasting hot news so as to seize the initiative.

In an era when superheroes are not popular, such big news is not easy to come across.

As a result, TV stations in San Francisco and other areas that received the news began to broadcast reports of the incident.

It is now 2008, and "Black Lives Matter" has become a trend. The Democratic Party even plans to put forward a black candidate to participate in this year's general election.

Such news naturally quickly ignited public opinion across the United States. Ben Collenson, a well-known civil rights lawyer in the United States who was in New York, saw the news and immediately asked his assistant to investigate the phone call of Will Fortson's family. He put down other things in his hands and drove directly to the airport.

He is determined to win this agency, and no one can snatch it from him.

He said that even if Jesus came, it would be useless.

When Ben Colson finally obtained authorization from his family and rushed to the hospital in San Francisco, he found a strange atmosphere in the intensive care unit.

Will Fortson's family and Air Force representatives stood in the ward with constipated expressions on their faces. The person surrounded by them had his upper body exposed, but the wounds on his body were very shallow and did not require rescue at all.

"Waterlaw?" Ben Cronson felt cheated.

How can he stir up public sentiment with this injury? How can he use his popularity to his advantage?

But he was only angry for a second before he regained his serious expression and walked over to meet him.

"Mr. Will, I will represent you in pursuing accountability and seeking compensation from the San Francisco police. If you have any requests, please tell me."

This "fighter among roosters" cannot be destroyed in my hands!

The Air Force representative didn't care about that. He stepped forward and carefully examined Will Fortson's wound. The edges of the damaged muscles did show signs of burns and friction from the high-speed bullet.

People in military camps, especially in the United States, are very familiar with gunshot wounds.

"Will, can you explain why your wound is so shallow?" The Air Force representative was well aware of the power of weapons used by domestic police. Their pistols were no worse than those in the army. Even the wealthy New York police were better than the army in terms of light weapons.

How can I practice American Iai if I am not good at weapons?

Although he was hit by six bullets, the wound was so shallow. The Air Force representative's eyes became profound.

"I...I..." The young Will Fortson was inexperienced after all. He only thought about making a big scene but ignored the wounds on his body.

Suddenly, a distant voice came from his mind.

"Confess." Lin Hao, who was watching all this from afar, imprinted his voice in the tool man's consciousness.

Lin Hao, who had originally planned to throw it away after use, unexpectedly discovered that this thing was very complete after the transformation. If you don’t look closely at the hairless skin on its belly, it is definitely a complete black panther.

In this case, this tool man has value for in-depth development. Coincidentally, he is an Air Force pilot, so he can naturally infiltrate the US military.

In the world of One Piece, the "Smile Fruit" is a defective product developed by Caesar imitating Vegapunk's technology. Compared with Vegapunk's high standards, which would consider the transformation to be unsuccessful simply because the color after the transformation is wrong, the defective product developed by Caesar is simply garbage.

Lin Hao obtained Vegapunk's technology and could even produce a complete version of the devil fruit, let alone this incomplete version?

It's nothing more than removing some fragments of it.

And in order to make it easier to cause trouble in America, Lin Hao retained the ability of the defective product to transform freely. Unlike the things made by Caesar, all users who took it became deformed and could not restore their human form.

Although it is a defective product, its power is no less than that of the complete version of the Animal-type Devil Fruit. This can be seen from Kaido's "Giver" army. The defective product has an obvious weakness, that is, the area that cannot transform cannot be enhanced by the power of the fruit.

After all, they are tools used to cause trouble. Can Lin Hao really give them good things without any defects?

Is the big devil a philanthropist?

In the ward, Will Fortson received the order from the Demon Lord and glanced at the other people around him.

The Air Force representative understood, looked around, and said with a smile: "Please go to the next room and take a rest."

Although the tone was gentle, the attitude was unquestionable.

A soldier who followed took the man away personally.

"Hal, go and warn the doctors not to talk nonsense, otherwise the Air Force will sue them for endangering national security."

Another soldier also walked out.

When there was no one around, Will Fortson got out of bed with great agility.

Immediately afterwards, the Air Force representatives were stunned.

A living person actually turned into a huge black panther in front of him!

"I...buy...that..."

Will Fortson got the opportunity to hold a grand event as he wished. During the preparation time, pressure from public opinion and the military came towards the San Francisco police.

"Wortfalk!"

Jack Bryan, who was on "forced leave" at home, received a call from his boss. He was furious as soon as he heard one sentence: "Why should I be fired?"

"Didn't they always take a week off and then return to work when something like this happened before?"

"Because he is not dead. If he were dead, the military would just be pretending. Dead people have no value."

The boss on the other end of the phone was also helpless: "The black people who were beaten to death before were all scum at the bottom of society. Now this one is an air force pilot. If we ignore his skin color, he is a social elite who is more valuable than us police officers."

"Now the military and the media are putting pressure on the chief. I even heard that a congressman who is about to run in the election is standing up for him. The lawyer he hired has demanded a high amount of compensation from the police department..."

"What the hell? You want compensation?" People in capitalist countries are very sensitive about money. When Jack Bryan heard that the other party dared to ask for compensation from the police, his three views were immediately shattered: "Since when do you need to pay compensation for killing a nigger during law enforcement?"

"I told you, he's not an ordinary nigger!" The boss got annoyed and issued an ultimatum: "The police department has decided to fire you. In addition, if the court supports their claim for compensation, they will pursue you for compensation."

After that, he hung up the phone.

"Fuck! Bitch! Son of a bitch!" Jack Brian smashed the phone, feeling like there was a fire burning in his chest.

"How dare a bunch of farm tools threaten a white master!"

At this moment, he wished he could pick up a submachine gun and kill all the black people on the street so that they would know who owns America.

"All niggers should die!"

Suddenly, a mass of darkness enveloped him and a demon appeared in front of him.

"Do you want revenge? Do you want to gain the power of the devil?"

"Hehehe, give me your soul!"