I'm the Demon King in Marvel

You kill the black, I kill the white, and we kill until our eyes turn red.

Lin Hao, who was just watching the show, was stunned for a moment: "Great, you learned it by yourself!"

Chapter 7 Reactions from all parties

SHIELD, Trident Headquarters.

Level 7 Agent Phil Coulson hurried towards the director's office holding a tablet computer. He had recently been temporarily promoted to level 8 clearance, so he was particularly motivated at work. He believed that this must be a prelude to a promotion and a pay raise.

I knocked on the door of the director's office, and saw a one-eyed man with an eyepatch sitting behind the desk. His dark head was so shiny that even a fly would slip if it landed on it.

"Chief, there's an emergency." Coulson handed the tablet over: "Take a look at this."

On the screen is the "Black and White War" taking place in San Francisco.

Nick Fury was startled and asked hurriedly: "Where?"

Coulson replied, "San Francisco."

Seeing the black panther and the white dog, whose sizes were obviously larger than normal animals, Nick Fury immediately reacted: "Are they super-powered?"

"That's right." Coulson clicked the screen and showed the director another edited file: "The white dog's name is Jack Bryan, a police officer in San Francisco. By searching local surveillance, I found that this black panther jumped from the inpatient department of a hospital, and thus locked his identity. These are their detailed information."

"Notify the technical team and have them analyze the physical fitness of these two guys through the destructive power in the video." Nick Fury quickly gave the order.

"I informed them before I came here." Coulson opened another document like a treasure: "This is the preliminary analysis report that just came over."

"Well done." Nick Fury praised with a smile.

You see, leaders have to learn to paint a rosy picture, otherwise how can they motivate their subordinates to work harder?

As for when to fulfill your promise...you're not serious about it, are you?

"After analysis, we found that these two animals are far superior to the Black Panther and the Great Pyrenees in terms of speed and strength. In addition, they were hit by speeding cars many times during the battle, but there were no signs of injury in the footage." Coulson kept calling up close-up footage to show Fury.

Nick Fury ordered without hesitation: "Go over there immediately and bring them back."

"It's a bit slow to get there from the East Coast, and this Black Panther is an African-American soldier. The military will probably get there before me." Coulson suggested enthusiastically, "Why not let someone from the Los Angeles branch go there?"

"No!" Nick Fury flatly refused.

They are just two relatively large animals. Although it is indeed rare for humans to turn into animals, if they do not show greater value, they will only be two experimental materials. SHIELD has a lot of similar materials.

The Los Angeles branch has had more important tasks recently.

"The fish hasn't taken the bait yet?" Coulson asked in surprise, "Will the S.H.I.E.A. give up on the North American continent?"

"Is this the question you should ask?" Nick Fury's face changed immediately.

"Boss, I now have level eight clearance..." Coulson had a resentful look on his face, like a little girl who had been cheated by a scumbag and turned her back on him.

Nick Fury pretended to cough and replied gently: "Zheng Xian is a powerful character. He will never give up North America, just like we will never give up the Far East."

"The Spear Bureau will definitely send a new person in charge to reorganize the intelligence network."

"Boss, if I catch this guy, can you make me a regular employee?" Coulson was eager to try.

"Haha, if you can really catch that person, I can consider upgrading you to level nine!" Nick Fury's words were not just empty promises, but also part of his true thoughts.

In the past few years since he took office, he has clashed with Zheng Xian on the other side of the ocean many times and felt deeply how difficult this colleague was. This time, after years of preparation, he finally wiped out the intelligence network of the S.H.I.E.A. in the Americas, especially North America. Even so, he did not capture the former head of the S.H.I.E.A. in the Americas alive, and only got a corpse.

Nick Fury strongly doubts that there are other networks of S.H.I.E. that are independent of the American branch that he has not cleaned up. After all, it is the basic operation of an agent to have three burrows, and Nick Fury himself did just that.

"Hurry up and take the Quinjet over there. Try to get an African-American pilot if you can. At least bring this San Francisco police officer back."

……

SHIELD saw the "black and white battle" taking place on the streets of San Francisco, and Wakanda, which was far away in Africa but had the ability to monitor the world, also saw the battle.

"Father!"

Wakanda's current Prince T'Challa and Princess Shuri break into King T'Chaka's office.

Suri turned the Kimoyu bead on his wrist to project the images captured by the surveillance satellite to his father.

T'Challa pointed at the black panther on the screen and asked anxiously, "Father, this black panther is actually a human transformed. His speed and strength are almost catching up with me after taking the heart-shaped grass, and he is also black."

"Could it be that the Black Panther God chose..."

"Nonsense!" T'Chaka shouted angrily, "The Black Panther God will only protect us, the people of Wakanda. This black panther is clearly a conspiracy of the pagans."

“But it really looks like…”

"Shut up!" T'Chaka glared at his son.

The poor kid has no political wisdom. How could he say such fatal words?

The Black Panther God is the belief of the Wakanda people. What will they do if the black panther outside is related to the Black Panther God?

The black panthers of all generations were just ordinary people who took the heart-shaped grass to enhance their physical strength. No one has ever heard of anyone who can completely transform into a black panther. In addition, this black panther is tall and big, and its strength and speed are no worse than those who have eaten the heart-shaped grass.

Comparing them together, who will the people believe more as the Black Panther God's follower?

Will people from other tribes take the opportunity to stir up trouble and mobilize the people to question the legitimacy of the rule of their Techa family?

If the "divine right of kings" is destroyed, the legal basis for their family to rule Wakanda will disappear.

Moreover, the Black Panther God really exists. What if he likes this leopard that can only transform more and personally appears to designate him as his true follower? That would be a real punishment for him!

Thinking of this terrible result, T'Chaka's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Uh... it was originally the bottom of the pot? That's fine.

"Suri, block this video immediately. No server in the country is allowed to keep it." T'Chaka adopted an attitude to deal with the crisis.

"Send someone... no, use secret channels to hire mercenaries to go to America. We must get rid of this leopard!"

As a king, T'Chaka has both courage and action to safeguard his royal power. However, in order to prevent the news from leaking out and their actions from being noticed by the Black Panther, he must not use domestic manpower.

"Only the three of us know about this. You are not allowed to tell anyone else." T'Chaka reminded his children, "Not even your mother."

"Okay." Suri agreed decisively.

"Father, let's pray to the Black Panther God..." The honest child T'Challa understood what his father meant, but he couldn't bear it. This behavior was contrary to his past devout belief in the Black Panther God.

"The Black Panther God is sleeping, there is no need to disturb him with such a small matter." T'Chaka glared at his son again.

Why can't this silly son grow up? He is not as sensible as his younger daughter.

Lin Hao, who was far away in his manor in San Francisco, was waiting leisurely.

He had dropped a stone into the water and now was the time to sit and watch the ripples.

But before the waves come, he is going to enjoy the joy of the lottery.

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Chapter 8: The Sword Manual of Exorcism and Half of Whitebeard's Face

Entering the study, the little devil appeared and opened his mouth, and Lin Hao walked in.

This space is very magical. When I first came in, there was only light in an area less than ten square meters, and the rest was shrouded in darkness. As the little devil shuttled more and more times, the area covered by the light continued to expand.

This is not inside the little devil's body, but more like an independent dimensional space. The little devil is just the key to open it.

Lin Hao once taught the little devil to stuff food into his mouth when traveling to other worlds, and to bring back a lot of "local specialties" every time. As a result, the little devil was almost scared into autism.

This space will not travel to other worlds with the little devil, causing Lin Hao's plan to hide here and travel to other worlds to fail.

After coming in, Lin Hao first checked the "grudge of living beings" that the little devil had recently absorbed, and found that it was enough for a hundred times of travel.

There are lives dying every moment in the world, and some people are angry, sad, afraid, and resentful... but these negative emotions have nothing to do with Lin Hao.

The little devil can only absorb the "grudges of living beings" that have a "cause and effect" with Lin Hao. Simply put, Lin Hao must participate in it and collect it according to the degree of participation.

The value for killing people with one's own hands and fighting people personally is naturally 100%. Release viruses, use props to destroy the world, etc. are all considered doing it personally. The second is the "resentment of living beings" caused by the destruction caused by the creatures that have signed a contract with the little devil. The greater the cause and effect and the higher the degree of participation, the more you get.

The "black-white war" on the streets of San Francisco caused the deaths of a large number of bystanders, and this wave of "resentment of living beings" was the highest.

In addition, the nationwide marches caused by racial discrimination are also continuously providing energy for Lin Hao. Although the amount of profit shared by individual individuals is not large due to indirect participation, the base is huge.

Judging from this trend, it is estimated that it will continue for some time and will be a long-term process.

So America is Lin Hao’s blessed land.

In the past in China, I might work hard for half a year but still not be able to muster the energy to "do a hundred consecutive blows", and I had to rack my brains to think of new ways to confront people, otherwise my colleagues, whose nerves had already become numb, would not respond at all and would be unfriendly at all.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Lin Hao silently recited the meditation mantra, and then ordered the little devil: "Begin."

The little devil disappeared in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, he came back again, holding a piece of gold nugget in his two short hands and dropped it on the ground.

Lin Hao reached out and touched it, and the information came directly to his mind: the gold nugget from "Journey to the Center of the Earth".

There is nothing to worry about. At least I can use it as money.

Then, there was a continuous crackling sound, and a large number of things appeared in front of Lin Hao, including Hu Yifei's leather jacket, Xiaoyanzi's homework book, Qi Tongwei's sniper rifle, Gao Qiqiang's "The Art of War", Xu Hongdou's black stockings...

Lin Hao silently put the leather jacket and stockings aside. Don't get me wrong, he just wanted to use them to recall his lost youth.

He casually threw the sniper rifle into the garbage dump. If he was in the Daqing Dynasty, the sniper rifle would still be of some use. This is free America, what weapons can't he buy?

Suddenly, the little devil threw out an old cassock.

Lin Hao reached out to pick it up, his expression turning strange.

Turning over the cassock, one saw eight large characters shining brightly on the lining: If you want to practice this skill, you must castrate yourself first.

It is the Sword Manual of Exorcism from "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer".

When the little devil came back with another piece of jade, Lin Hao grabbed it and asked, "Where did this thing come from?"

"嘤嘤嘤嘤..."

"You mean there was a middle-aged man in a cave with his bare bottom and a dagger in his hand, hesitating, and then you brought this back?"

"Hahahaha……"

"Master Yue, it looks like you have to thank me!"

Lin Hao smiled unkindly: "Lady Ning should thank me, but unfortunately I am not in a good position, otherwise I would have to let Lady Ning answer."

"Cut, cut, cut, cut...chirp, chirp, chirp..." the little devil made a cheerful sound.