The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

Chapter 310: 9. I almost believed it, if you weren't Mazefa

  Chapter 310 9. I almost believe it, if you are not Mazefak

  Old A is the famous Nick Fury, the former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the best secret agent in the world, the spy chief and the one-eyed **** whose mind is full of shady secrets.

  A guy who is not likable but has the ability to form a secret organization that operates secretly in the end times.

   Mason is not surprised by this.

  According to his observations, Quint would hide in the Council of Hope and continuously infiltrate personnel into subordinate agencies in order to secretly control more resources. This is completely the development of a spy agency.

  And there are only a few spy organizations that can be mentioned in many parallel worlds.

However, Old A's open and honest attitude really caught Mason a little by surprise. According to his thinking, a guy like Old A who hides his head and shows his tail and wants to make trouble should be the kind of riddle person who always has a dozen twists in his words. How could it be possible to reveal all the hidden conflicts between the two sides as soon as you open your mouth like now.

  What is this talking about?

  Changing the environment and changing the identity, this is to smash the field. Hey, do you know how to negotiate?

  Under Mason's weird gaze, the bald old man snorted and seemed to guess what he was thinking, took a sip of wine to moisten his throat, and said:

   "It seems that you are not used to such a frank conversation, how about we change it?

I tell you a riddle and you guess it, then give me a riddle for me to guess, and finally waste time, let those **** who are staring at me all the time find my current location, and send a hundred fully armed conquerors Invade here and blow us all to the sky, okay? "

  After such a pungent complaint, the guy put the wine glass in his hand on the table, snorted again, folded his arms and said:

  "All of you smart people have these bad habits. You always feel that your superiors have 800 tricks hidden in a dark heart, and they don't know what to do unless they trick you.

   But actually?

  How can there be so much time to play tricks on each other in this situation? That does no good other than destroy unity and waste time.

  I know, you must suspect that I gave you the A seat to split the relationship between you and Q.

   But as I said earlier, I'm really just trying to be a favor.

  When I, a rotating speaker, still have a full day in office, there are many ways to divide you. Why use such a trick that can be seen through at a glance?

   So please put your amazing wit to the right place, Mason. "

   "That's what I said, but those who know you well know that you are indeed the kind of person who can spit out bad things in the blink of an eye. After all, you are famous. The more you know you, the more vigilant you will be."

  Mason doesn't pretend either.

  He spread out his hands directly and said:

  "Since I joined the Gwent Society, every instruction from you has made people dream about it. I don't want to doubt you, but your style is like this, so how can I not doubt it?

  You claim to make things right, but you will stumble if you keep your head up, old A. "

   "Look, this is the difference between our two philosophies. I guess this is the reason that makes you lose your temper. An idealist, huh, is really rare in this era."

  Nick Fury sneered and said:

   "You are the kind of kind person who can't see others suffering, but I don't think it is unacceptable to sacrifice a little bit of the present for the sake of the future.

  Of course you can call me cold-blooded.

   But the fact is that if Gwent does not take such measures and chooses to attack everywhere, then it will be crushed by others when it is first established.

  Q helps you hide many things.

   It looks like you've got her hooked, but that's okay.

  I have never cared that people in the organization have their own ideas, as long as everyone has the same general direction, then we can cooperate. I asked you to meet in person to make this point clear.

   Mason, you can have your own purpose.

  I don't interfere.

   But your actions cannot be premised on harming the interests of the organization.

   Osborne Towers is doing a terrible job, it's completely alone!

  But Isu world is barely doing well. I originally wanted to hit you with the B-level promotion task, but what you did in the world of war made me appreciate it.

   You are making progress.

   Rapid progress.

  This kind of progress is obvious to all! The truth is, you can find a balance between your own goals and the interests of the organization that benefits both parties.

   I appreciate and encourage such behavior.

  I'm not here tonight to ask you to be quiet, I'm not beating you, and I'm not going to give you a bad word. I'm here to remind you that the benchmark for future actions should be as close as possible to this aspect.

   It is my duty as the leader to wipe the **** of the members of the organization.

   But if you can give me something that pleases me, then I’ll be smiling when I rush to the bathroom to hand you the toilet paper.”

   "Can't you switch to a decent metaphor?"

  Standing beside the bald-headed one-eyed old black man, Captain Steve said in embarrassment:

   "Don't speak so vulgarly in front of young people. He is only eighteen years old and he will learn bad things."

   "You have also seen what Mason did. Do you think such a person is really only eighteen years old?"

  Nick Fury scoffed, he said:

   "When I was eighteen, I was still thinking about how to deal with the fat girl in my class. When you were eighteen, you ran all over the East Coast for a certificate of enlistment.

   But what about him?

  At the age of eighteen, he has been the savior more than once, so I think there is nothing wrong with my statement, and the boy Mason who is a hero will not care about this little abstract metaphor. "

   Speaking of which, the bald old man shrugged, leaned on the sofa and said to Mason:

   "How is it? Is my suggestion acceptable?"

   "Besides the difficulty of distinguishing between true and false, it really doesn't sound so overwhelming."

   Mason nodded.

  After drinking a glass of wine, he put the glass on the table and said frankly to the old A in front of him:

   "I want to destroy the Stars Club!"

"no, you can not!"

  Mason’s words didn’t surprise old A at all, he said in a godlike way:

   "We have to take it and transform it from a predatory chaotic organization back to the efficient state it was created in, and we have to unite all the worlds that still exist.

   Only by concentrating resources can we accomplish great things!

  If you do destroy it, it means that the worlds under the impact will have to fight on their own, and the chances of everyone surviving in that situation are less than zero. "

   "No, I have to destroy it."

  Mason shook his head stubbornly and said:

   "Its existence has become the most stubborn cancer of the Dark Ages, and it will not make things better.

   It will only push the already cruel doomsday era into a crazier zero-sum game.

   Do you want to revamp it?

  You think beautifully!

   I don't doubt your wrist and your abilities.

  The problem is that there is not so much time for you to adjust the structure. When you really turn it into the organization you want, the shock may have already reached the seventh round.

   And how many worlds will we have left to linger?

   Does this make sense? "

   "Of course I can't do it on my own! I'm not an eighteen-year-old savior."

  Nick Fury raised his legs, rolled his eyes and said:

  "That's why there is the Quint Club, and with your help, it is possible to take charge of the Star Club in a short period of time. Let me reiterate, what I want is not a parallel world of mutual suspicion!

  Let me tell you more as an elder.

   Changes in the philosophy of the Council of Hope.

  All the actions you have seen so far are based on a cruel logic, that is, as long as there are even worlds in the parallel world system, the impact events will not stop.

  But if there is only one earth and one plane left in the entire system, then this disaster will end without a problem.

   After all, even the will of the universe cannot make us destroy ourselves, so they drive the stars to continue to explore, develop and pollute.

  They formed the Cleaners to conquer, destroy and devastate.

  Everything is for the ultimate and simplest goal, which is that only the strongest world will survive in the end.

   This is a very simple idea, but there is no reason to refute it. The most ironic thing is that the conclusion drawn from this simple thinking can make more people agree.

  Everyone feels that as long as their world is supplemented with enough resources in the early conquest, then there is a chance to bet on the place of the last survivor

   Mason, tell me, do you see the biggest problem with this theory? "

   Facing this question, Mason was silent for a moment and said:

   "Only one world can survive stepping on the dead bones of other worlds. As the impact deepens, no one will think of unity and will only use all their wisdom and strength to ensure that the other party is killed."

   "Yes, this is it! Dark Forest"

  Old A narrowed his eyes, leaned forward to look at Mason, his tone became gentler, and said:

   "I want to rebuild communication, Mason, the prerequisite for you to avoid mutual destruction and establish cooperation with vigilant strangers is that you must be able to communicate.

   Only good communication can avoid conflicts.

  This is the original intention of the Hope Council and the Stars Association.

  You can ask Q.

   In the first few years, we achieved this goal very efficiently, especially the feat of transferring thousands of worlds at once in the second shock.

   That is the victory of this 'communication concept'.

  The collision of the two worlds does not mean that the two sides must become enemies. With cooperation, both sides can survive the disaster and accumulate strength to help more people in need.

  However, I hope that the council is not my word. Those **** colleagues of mine obviously prefer power. I watched helplessly as the self-help organization proposed by me became an accomplice in the destruction in a short time.

   They don't want to waste time communicating with weaklings.

  They believe that only the combination of the strong can resist the brutal impact.

  They think that instead of letting those low-level worlds be destroyed by natural disasters, it is better for us to grab useful resources first to strengthen ourselves.

  This kind of thinking cannot be wrong.

  It is just too rough and will cause quite serious consequences. The conflicts and infighting that are gradually breaking out within the council are the end of rough actions.

   However, the stars will be the key to mastering resources, and whoever controls it will have more say.

  Once the allocation of resources is dominated by Quint, even if those brutal guys don’t want to, they have to sit down and listen to us honestly.

  I don't want to see all the earth kill each other for one spot.

  You also don't want to see this result.

   But only when we stand high enough, can our words have enough weight and people will listen!

   Can the stars be destroyed!

  It is the source of turmoil, but it is also the key to solve the problem, like a weapon! There is neither good nor evil in a weapon, it all depends on who holds it. "

   These words silenced Mason.

   It's not that he couldn't think of this layer.

   But he felt that old A's idea was a bit too ideal. When both sides fell silent, Steve Rogers, the No. 3 member who had been standing by the side, suddenly said:

   "Actually, Mason, if you want us to follow your opinion, it's not impossible if you want us to help you destroy the stars."

"Um?"

   Mason looked up at the captain.

  The latter took off his sunglasses to reveal his blue eyes, and there was a scar on his left eye that looked very hideous.

  He said to Mason:

   "I don't really agree with Fury's idea, but the problem is that we don't have a better choice now, old K.

   The important thing is not to follow whose plan, and the important thing is not whether the Constellation should exist.

   What is more important is not a battle of ideas.

  You can question, you can object, but you can't just criticize!

  You have to figure it out.

  Mason, if you have a plan that can make bad things good and perfect after ensuring that the stars will be destroyed.

   And that plan has a certain degree of executability.

   Then trust me, Nick Fury and all his naive ideas will be thrown in the trash in an instant, and everyone will rally around you! "

   "That's right, that's it."

  Old A picked up his wine glass without psychological pressure, and squeezed his only remaining eye at Mason.

  He said softly:

   "I told you as soon as we met that I allow the members of the organization to have their own goals and plans. Quint will always be a highly inclusive organization.

  I don't talk about it.

  If you can come up with a more feasible plan, I will definitely support you with my hands up and be willing to give up the position of leader to you, and become your number one loyal dog.

  I will behead anyone who dares to oppose you!

The issue is.

   Mason, do you have a plan? Do you have a solution? "

  The office was quiet again. After old A drank the wine in his hand, the bald-headed one-eyed old black man stood up and said to Mason:

   "Look, except for the disagreement on whether to destroy the Stars Club, our current general direction is the same, so we can continue to cooperate, but remember the reminder I just gave you, old K.

  You can try to save everyone, and I'd love to see them survive.

   Anyway, I don’t need to think of a way, but when you ask me to wipe your ass, remember to give me something that makes me happy.

  This is the correct mode of 'cooperation'. "

   "You just said that as long as I come up with a better way than your naive idea, the entire Quint will listen to me?"

   Mason looked up at Nick Fury.

He said:

   "Would you like to make a written statement?"

   "Mazefak! I just said a lot of words for nothing, right! You stinky boy!"

Old A's eyes widened, and he waved his hand angrily to hit him, but in the end he reached out and took out a notebook from his cool leather jacket, glared at Mason, wrote a line, and signed himself. name.

  He handed the notebook to Steve Rogers next to him. The captain also glanced at Mason and signed his name on it.

   Afterwards, the bald old black Frankie tore off the piece of paper and handed it to Mason, saying:

   "I'm waiting for the solution you come up with, but hurry up, if you still can't do it before the fourth impact, then just listen to me honestly.

  OK? "

"make a deal."

  Mason looked at the paper that was really written in black and white in his hand.

  He pursed his lips, stood up and sent the two to the door, saying:

   "I won't send you away. My reputation here is not very good. Once I step out of the top floor, I will be perceived immediately."

   "Less trouble, more work."

  Old Hei walked towards the elevator slowly like an old leader with his hands behind his back. He said:

  "Q is a simple girl, don't use her to do bad things, you know, I didn't ask her to restrain herself in Stellaris because I wanted to use her as a puppet.

  The hatred in her heart is terrible, and once it is released, something will definitely happen.

  You better take it easy. "

  Mason watched old A and No. 3 disappear into the elevator.

   He took a long breath and returned to the office. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the silent Gotham. A little restless, he wanted to pop out a cigarette to entertain himself.

   As a result, just as Dumbledore's extinguisher was about to be ignited, there was a strong wind behind him, and a silver light suddenly appeared.

  Mason turned his head sharply, and shouted at the person who was about to rush over in the crack:

   "Don't! Back off! Come in through the gate!"

   But it's too late.

  Hunter Xili hurried over. This act of forcibly breaking through the demiplane supported by the Eye of the Starry Sky was regarded as an invasion, which immediately triggered a counterattack from the alien creature.

  Before Ciri rushed in, a black light precisely smashed into the flickering silver light.

  Miss Hunter let out a scream, and she failed to cross the boundary and was thrown into a mass of scattered streamers. Mason rushed over before he had time to put on the Isu Shroud.

   grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the shattered space-time rift.

  The energy impact poured back made a mess in the office, but fortunately, Ciri didn't really complete the intrusion in the end, which made the counterattack of the Eye of the Starry Sky not so deadly.

   When Mason rubbed his head and got up, he saw Ciri, who was bleeding from his nostrils, lying on the ground, grabbing his wrist and screaming:

   "Why didn't you let me know when you were here to meet him! Are you crazy? That guy always carries more than one Infinity Stone with him.

  As long as he moves his mind, you will be finished."

"Snapped"

  Mason pulled out the sawdust fragments that had rubbed his face into the wall, and said to the embarrassed hunter in front of him:

   "Old A didn't kill me, but you almost sent me to hell. I know you are a good leader who cares about your subordinates, but next time, please try to use a gentler way, okay?"

   In addition, I don't want to inform you, aren't you 'traveling on business'?

  Don't answer the phone, don't reply to the letter.

  I can't get in touch. "

  (end of this chapter)

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