Marvel's strongest warden

Chapter 143 The Eve Of The Storm
San Francisco, Ten Rings headquarters.

In just less than a month, the Ten Rings Gang has become the largest underground gang in San Francisco. Their boss is called "Sir" by everyone.

The King of Darkness in San Francisco was sitting on a chair in the room, facing the sun, behind him was a huge Yin-Yang fish, and in front of the Yin-Yang fish was an extremely ancient bronze medicine cauldron.

He was wearing that half-worn Suzhou embroidered robe, with a Taoist bun on his head, which is commonly known as a cow nose. He sat there with an old face, just like an ordinary old man.

But under his seat, everyone felt that it was a mistake to even breathe and make a sound. They were trembling and walking on thin ice.

His seat is above the nine steps, higher than everyone else.

No one knew why the adults gathered them here, they exchanged glances, and finally chose to remain silent.

"Your brothers are also my loyal subordinates." Just as the people below were fidgeting, the adult above spoke, and the interval between each of his words was very long, as if every sentence he uttered They are all thought out in the mind, with a convincing power.

He continued: "Nan, you should know him, that humble, sensible, obedient young man, he died in New York, and was killed without notice by our so-called clairvoyant ally.

This is undoubtedly a deliberate provocation. "

He said slowly, his tone didn't seem to be angry at all, but the people below still didn't dare to speak, they didn't know what it meant.

Is it going to war, or is it just preparing for condemnation?

Looking at the frightened quail-like subordinates below, the lord sighed and said, "Tell Clairvoyant, I want them to send someone to take charge of this matter.

I want the head of the person who did it, to pay homage to my dead subordinates.

Otherwise, I will kill all of them. I heard that Clairvoyance's lair is in Hell's Kitchen?

Then tell them if he disagrees with my plan.

Then I'll kill everyone in Hell's Kitchen.

Whether they are his men or not.

I want them to feel that Nan felt the fear before he died. "

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and those people seemed to have been pardoned and left here. The lord let out a disappointed sigh again.

He is undoubtedly a nostalgic person, especially when his current subordinates are becoming more and more mediocre and incompetent.

"Even the air here disgusts me."

He waved his hand to close the door next to the window, and turned back to light the fire.

Before he escaped from the ancient eastern country, he obtained a secret book of mystical arts, which he planned to practice, and the ten rings in his hands gave him strength.

But just these are not enough.

He will not be satisfied with these, knowledge is endless.

he thought to himself.

He did not refine the Extremis virus just to kill Tony Stark. In fact, it was an incidental thing, and it was even the prerequisite for the clairvoyant to cooperate with him.

What he valued was Extremis Virus, of course, this is what those stupid people would call it.

That's not a virus.

That is a door.

The lord held a small glass vessel in his hand, which contained the still unstable Elixir of Immortality. He put the glass vessel aside, coughed twice and continued to refine alchemy.

He is really doing alchemy, which he also learned from the secret book of mystical arts.

He grabbed the cattail leaf fan next to him, and began to fan the fan one after another. In fact, the flame in the pill furnace does not need to increase the air. He did this just to pass the time.

He really seemed to be a dying old man, quietly waiting for his own death.

But is this really the case?

Is this person who deterred SFPD in less than a month really just such a decadent old man?

In San Francisco, there are quite a few old people like this—simply referring to the old man with his current demeanor. There are a large number of immigrants here. Their skin is similar to that of adults, and their ecology is similar when they get old.

But the only difference is that this bull-nosed, robed old man can really set off a terrifying hurricane in the entire country.

Let all the people in the hurricane tremble!
……

At the same time, Tony Stark, who was in his mansion, drove everyone out angrily, and he only had one piece of clothing on him at this time.

Loose fitting pajamas.

Now, he even pulled it to the ground, the content of palladium in his blood and internal organs was increasing, and now he even hated anything that could lean on him.

That would make him sore and itchy!

He glanced at the mirror again, and found that his complexion was getting worse and worse. Even if he had put some decorative cosmetics on his face, it couldn't hide his exhaustion.

Chlorophyll could not save him now, he curled up on the sofa in the empty mansion, the light of the setting sun shone down, and the last broken golden afterglow sprinkled on his body.

Darkness enveloped him.

Only the ray of sunlight shone on the broken hair on his forehead, showing the outline of his face.

The entire mansion was silent, only the voice of the butler Jarvis.

"Sir, it's getting dark, do you want to turn on the light?"

Tony didn't speak, he fell asleep, the darkness slowly enveloped him, and the golden afterglow slowly withdrew from the house, leaving a lonely person behind.

"Tony~Tony~"

He knew he was dreaming. In fact, after the palladium poisoning, Tony had nightmares every night. For him, sweet dreams were a luxury.

So is sleep.

He thought it was a lucid dream. Hearing the voices of men and women calling, he turned left and right in confusion, trying to see who was calling him.

But he was surrounded by fog, and he couldn't see who was deep in the fog.

"Where is this? Who are you?"

The voice still didn't answer him. He walked in the mist in a daze. He felt cold under his feet. When he looked down, he found that he was not wearing shoes.

"Fuck him cold."

He uttered a curse, and continued to walk forward, because he saw that there seemed to be a shadow in front of him, and he couldn't see clearly. He tried to shout towards that side, but there was no answer from that side.

"Damn, I don't want to continue dreaming at all! Wake up, wake up!"

He kept hinting to himself, but what made his heart sink was that he didn't feel like waking up at all, he was getting colder and colder all over, so he had to try to run to see if he could catch up with the front He didn't know how long he had been running for that back view. The good news was that the surrounding fog was getting thinner, but the bad news was that he felt like his lungs were on fire.

Fortunately, the pain didn't last long.

He finally broke through the thick fog and saw the brilliant galaxy in front of him, which looked like one universe after another.

These universes are connected in series, beautiful and thrilling.

He couldn't help but want to reach out to touch these star seas, but was stopped by the people behind.

"Don't, Tony, don't touch them, knowledge is not only an asset, it can be a curse.

Tony, try to understand them instead of being enslaved by them.

Your brain is different from others, you are one of them. "

(End of this chapter)