Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

To put it bluntly, Nick Fury was completely blindfolded when he played against Pierce.

The outcome of internal struggles often depends on whether the two sides are fighting openly or covertly.

The latter is better, at least the two sides are still in a state of not having completely broken off relations.

However, if it is an open competition, then the means by which the two sides decide the winner are very simple and unadorned.

The simplest and most direct way is to eliminate them physically.

Clearly, Nick Fury, that clever old dog, had already sensed that Pierce was getting impatient.

The two sides should have had some time left to fight each other behind the scenes.

However, the Manhattan Incident orchestrated by Casillas, the appearance of demons, Astartes, and ravens shattered this already fragile power struggle.

Pierce couldn't sit still any longer.

Pierce's strategic objective from beginning to end was to achieve global domination by controlling the top echelons of the United States and then completing his visionary plan targeting the entire world.

What is the Insight Program?

It is essentially a so-called "airborne aircraft carrier," capable of targeted and meticulous strikes down to the individual level on a global scale.

It's like having a Damocles' sword hanging over the head of everyone in the world.

The key to the sword's whereabouts lies in Pierce's hands.

What now?

After the Manhattan incident, Pierce realized that the world was not just made up of humans and mutants. If it were just mutants, there were specially developed drugs and special bullets.

Pierce has been researching gene-level drugs for a long time.

Pierce was involved in the cruel experiments conducted on mutants in laboratories around the world.

Or one of the biggest behind-the-scenes figures.

Pierce believed that once the drug was developed, mutants would also be subject to restrictions.

Moreover, mutants are so easy to target that it doesn't take much effort at all.

The appearance of demons now means that in addition to humans and mutants, there are legendary creatures on Earth. If there are demons, then are there angels?

Are there angels or some other random races?

What about the Olympian gods from Greek mythology, Asgard from Norse mythology, the gods of the Warner universe, and the celestial beings of the East?

Let's put those aside.

The incomprehensible power, speed, and technological equipment displayed by the Light Astartes and Ravens were enough for Pierce to realize that his Insight Plan and his idea of ​​world domination were no longer effective.

Time is Pierce’s greatest enemy.

Pierce is not young anymore.

Hydra has a super soldier gene serum that can enhance the body after injection. The problem is that Hydra's version of the serum is not mature.

It's still the Howard version of the serum.

The drawback is that they are prone to losing their temper, becoming enraged, and committing murder.

He saw his enemies, not only humans, but also life outside of Earth, Astartes, and the mysterious organization behind the Raven.

Regardless, Pierce can no longer remain in hiding.

He needs to unify S.H.I.E.L.D., not allow Nick Fury to become a stumbling block, integrate resources, and concentrate all forces to build the next strategic goal.

Nick Fury sensed danger and decisively used a fake death to escape.

“We’ve already taken over most of Pierce’s assets. He needs to consolidate S.H.I.E.L.D.’s resources to accelerate the next phase of the plan.” Negri understood Pierce’s thoughts.

"Let them fight it out. When the time is right, we'll take over some of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s assets and personnel. Keep an eye on that, Negley."

Let's fight!

Matthew didn't care, but it has to be said that S.H.I.E.L.D. has a lot of good stuff and a lot of talent.

Internal strife is acceptable, but we mustn't exhaust all his talent.

Matthew felt sorry for her.

In this respect, Matthew and Mr. Cao are very similar; they both love talent and have a very serious talent-collecting obsession.

It's a terminal illness; there's no cure.

"Okay, BOSS."

Nigley knew exactly what kind of person his boss was, and he had been prepared for this for a long time.

After reporting the news, Nigley hung up the communication.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, but not long after Matthew hung up on Negri, someone wanted to see him.

It's Professor X.

Magneto, that old guy, is preparing a "grand" plan to reshape the world order.

.......

Alberta, Canada.

The remote border town was bitterly cold and sparsely populated, with rain and snow falling from the sky.

In such an environment, a thin figure wearing a thin gray sweatshirt and jeans walked with difficulty, as if each step exhausted most of his strength.

Under the brim of her hat, you could see her lips, which were a little purple from the cold.

Soon, her eyes lit up as she spotted a small country bar ahead.

There seemed to be a few cars parked outside.

Without the slightest hesitation, she quickened her pace and, trembling, arrived at the bar's entrance, where she hid under the eaves.

By this time, she was almost completely soaked.

To avoid freezing to death, she opened the bar door and went inside.

Unlike the cold outside, the bar was much warmer and noisier, and the girl's arrival attracted the attention of many people.

Many people, upon seeing the thin girl and her soaked body, couldn't help but have their eyes light up, a greedy look appearing on their faces.

These guests were all very robust.

Most of the people here are residents from the surrounding town or truck drivers who are taking a break.

The bar wasn't very big, and there was a simple fighting ring on the left side.

There were two shirtless men boxing, their faces and bodies covered in bruises and bloodstains from the fight.

There were a dozen or so guests below the stage, shouting while holding empty bottles of liquor.

"Kill him, Nayo, you're the strongest."

"Kill him, kill him."

"John, I'm betting on you to win, don't let me lose money."

The vibrant atmosphere sent adrenaline soaring.

The girl didn't care about these people. She stared at the many ill-intentioned eyes around her and walked shakily to the bar counter.

The bartender at the bar was an older man with a white beard and a rather muscular build. He wore an old cotton coat and stared at the girl with a scrutinizing gaze.

“This is not a place for you, girl.”

Chapter 188 This is the depravity of humanity (Seeking monthly votes)

"Sir, could I... could I have something to eat? Just a little bit."

The girl spoke in a pleading tone.

His pitiful appearance evoked sympathy, but the bartender remained unmoved: "This is not a church, and we will not do charity here anymore."

The girl was disappointed.

Unexpectedly, the bartender said with a half-smile, "If you're willing to pay a price, I think there are many people here who would be willing to help you."

The girl froze and turned her head to look in the direction the old bartender was looking.

He noticed that many people were laughing and looking at him.

His greedy expression made him look as if he wanted to devour himself whole.

"Hey, pretty girl, if you'd like to come with me, you can have whatever you want to eat, and I'll also have very warm clothes."

"Don't trust him, come with me, I can take good care of you."

The girl is very pretty.

Although I look disheveled and haggard, it adds to my sense of brokenness and weakness.

It makes it easier to ignite the desires in their hearts.

The girl was terrified.

She immediately took a step and tried to rush out of the tavern, but the men stood up and blocked her way, making lewd remarks.

"Wow, look at you, you're soaking wet. If you go out now, you'll freeze to death in less than an hour."

"Yes."

The little lamb has fallen into the wolf's den; its fate is anyone's guess.

The girl regretted it.

Looking at the pack of undisguised hungry wolves before her, she felt a surge of despair and staggered back a few steps.

But these men were unwilling to let the poor girl go and moved closer.

But a hoarse voice clearly pierced through everyone's ears.

"Do you see that, child?"

"This is the despicable nature of humanity. You would rather retreat than use the abilities bestowed upon you by God to fight back. Is that fair to you?"

"Your kindness will only earn you the ugly faces of these humans."

Everyone paused for a moment, then the tavern door was pushed open.

An elderly man dressed in black armor and a black cloak, wearing a brown helmet and exuding an air of authority, walked in with a woman of exquisite appearance wearing a down coat and a burly, strong man.

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch..."

A man who was clearly drunk cursed at the old man with a violent expression.

However, before he could finish speaking, a steel ball pierced through his forehead.

"Damn it."

"Killed."

"They are mutants."

"Fuck, you damn mutants, you trash aren't welcome here."

The man's death immediately changed the expressions of everyone in the tavern, who began to curse loudly. The old bartender even pulled out a shotgun from under the bar and pointed it at the old man.

However, to his astonishment, he found that he could not pull the trigger. Instead, an invisible and terrifying force came through, and the shotgun flew out of his hand.

It floated up and turned the gun to aim at the old bartender's head.

The same was true for the others; metal spikes inexplicably appeared and floated, aimed at their necks, so sharp they even pierced their skin.

The stinging sensation immediately cleared their eyes.

The noise and commotion vanished instantly, leaving only silence.

The old man ignored the group of human trash and walked towards the girl with the man and woman beside him. The men who had been blocking the girl were pushed aside by an invisible force, making way for them.

The others were terrified and dared not say a word as they watched this scene unfold.

The old man walked up to the girl, looked at her, shook his head, and said meaningfully, "Weakness only brings suffering, even death, child."