Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Chapter 689 56. Farewell should be decent

"What an excellent speech."

In an office in a distant place, the deep and hoarse sigh of an old man sounded amid the wanton flow of alcohol.

Old A is like a frustrated middle-aged alcoholic uncle lying on his chair with his body crooked, not seeing the demeanor that the chief arbitrator of the board of directors should have.

On the table in front of him was a bottle of whiskey that had already been drunk. Judging from the production information of the bottle, it should be a product of the wonderful vanilla age before the shock.

This is presumably the old A's personal collection, but now it's being corked and swigged after a failure that couldn't have been worse.

The entrance of the wine is full of bitterness, without any aftertaste.

It can be said that what old A drinks now is no longer wine but real loneliness.

His final plot failed.

His last friend also chose to kill himself in the entanglement of morality and friendship. He is also the chief arbitrator of the council with more than 10,000 people, and he also has resources that ordinary people can't imagine.

But he is truly alone.

His head was raised and hung on the side of the chair, letting the sunset outside the window slant to cast a ray of frustrated light on his body. The ugly devil tattoo under the rolled up left sleeve has disappeared, representing Mason's endowment to the members of the Stars Club. He has his share of freedom.

What an ironic state of affairs.

Even though the two were already in conflict, it was Old K who actually gave him freedom at the soul level in the end.

However, it was precisely because Mephisto wounded the hunting dog symbol of the Constellation Society in a cunning way that he became a member of this organization, and was able to listen to Mason's verdict on the Constellation Society throughout.

"What a wonderful young man."

Old A sighed drunkenly.

He who has not been drinking heavily for many years is especially indulgent today. He reached out and grabbed the wine glass and poured the drink down his throat. In the locked office where he was alone, he said to himself:

"He has grasped the foundation of the Constellation of Stars, the gate of the world has fallen into his hands, and as long as he wants, the entire pioneer organization will obey his will.

He becomes the next Mephisto, no, he will be more dangerous, more successful and greater than Mephisto.

He can use this system to carry out his plan more conveniently, which does not conflict with enjoying the power of leadership and dominance, but faced with such power at his fingertips, he chose to refuse without hesitation.

Not only did he reject the Starry Sky Throne that was already in front of him, he even smashed it with his own hands.

Don't sit by yourself, and don't allow other people to get involved.

Tch, it's really domineering enough.

What the hell was I thinking?

Why do I think I can control him? Ugh, I was absolutely out of my mind, Fury, Fury, how much trouble your unfounded confidence has gotten you into in the past."

Old A raised the wine glass in his hand, watching the remaining one-third of the wine swaying in front of his eyes, and his big black face was reflected on the wine glass.

Haggard, lonely and hopeless.

He looked at his own reflection and said half mockingly half scolding:

"Why don't you always have a long memory? Why don't you always learn your lessons? Why do you always try to control people or things that you can't control at all?

You idiot! "

"boom"

The wine bottle containing the wine was placed on the table. Old A endured the headache and opened the drawer in front of him. There were not many things in it, and the most conspicuous thing was the black pistol.

It was the gun he wore when he was the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

For an ordinary person, this thing is full of deterrence even in the twisted dark age, but for a superhuman this thing is meaningless.

There is a box next to the pistol, and in the box is the soul gem that old A never leaves.

It was pressed under an old photo that had faded and turned yellow. Old A raised his eyes, picked up the pistol and put it on the table, and then took out the photo in front of his eyes.

He looked at the figures in the photographs.

He is in the center, and on the left is Steve Rogers. At that time, he was still the operation captain of S.H.I.E.L.D., his most trusted confidant and right-hand man.

But he is dead.

Stupid as a donkey rider charging a windmill had buried himself in the neutron-killing plume just a few hours earlier.

No one forced him.

It's him who wants to do that.

On the right side of Fury in the photo is the Supreme Professor with a brainwave intensifier. When this photo was taken, SHIELD was negotiating with the X royal family on the coexistence of mutants and humans.

That is a common topic, and there is no proper solution at all.

But this does not prevent Fury from having a good private relationship with the Supreme Professor, especially after joining the Illuminati, they can always reach an agreement on some important issues.

They see each other as friends.

But the Supreme Professor also died.

Died in the destruction of Utopia, and the initial signal of that destruction was the loss of control of the Sentinel Legion, and what caused the Sentinel Legion to lose control was the Utopia access visitor code that Fury gave to the god Doom.

That was once the Supreme Professor's trust in Fury, but it became the culprit that caused a death.

The setting sun outside the window was covered by clouds, and the light could no longer shine into the office, dimming the light around Fury, but he didn't notice it. He picked up the glass and drank, but his eyes kept on this photo superior.

There are others.

For example, Tony Stark next to Professor Supreme is a member of the Illuminati and one of the existing Hope Directors. This guy has a gem of wisdom in his head.

Of course the secret was revealed when the photo was taken.

He has always been a think tank and a great inventor. Although the terminal star plan was proposed by Old A, the later improvements and evolutions were all completed by Tony.

The guy isn't dead yet.

But he was the first guy in this small group who chose to alienate others. As early as many years ago, he and Fury, Steve and the Supreme Professor had become strangers.

No one knows what this guy is thinking anymore.

"The Illuminati."

Old A sighed.

The Illuminati in his world was actually the predecessor of the Council of Hope, but unfortunately they were already damaged when they encountered the first impact.

Doctor Strange died in the process of preventing the collision of the two worlds, and Black Bolt King was hidden because he did not agree with the end star plan. The last whereabouts of that guy is a mystery, but Fury can probably guess that he is responsible for dealing with Black Bolt King What Doom did to him.

He once called it a "necessary sacrifice."

But when did things change?

Old A put the photo on the table, rubbed his head and thought about this topic, maybe the interference of alcohol made his thinking no longer clear, and he couldn't come up with an answer after repeated thinking.

The headache got worse and worse.

Forget it, just don't think about it, it's not that important anyway.

Fury coughed a few times.

He sat up straight and picked up the pistol on the table, pulled out the magazine to look at it, reloaded it, and loaded it with a click. At this moment, Fury suddenly covered his forehead and let out a cry of unbearable Live screaming.

Like the sound of an egg being broken, something came out of his aching mind.

"Ah, fortunately you are still here"

A familiar and disgusting voice sounded in Fury's mind, causing old A to stand up abruptly, and then slumped back on the chair as if he had lost all his strength.

He said:

"Mephisto, you're not dead yet? I thought Mason had crushed you to ashes."

"That little bastard did exactly that, he crushed my body together with Death Eater, destroyed my transcendence, destroyed my hell, and completely ended my connection with other Mephistos.

I admit that he has planned to the extreme and sent me into a situation that is beyond redemption.

But he also made mistakes."

The weak old devil laughed in Fury's mind with a treacherous and lucky escape, and he said:

"I spent so much money to develop you into my hidden master, not just to appreciate the despair you fell into my hands, but also a 'self-help measure' I prepared for myself.

You should know, right?

As long as the great mentor is still there, I won't really die. Mason couldn't predict that not only the three traitors who killed thousands of swords under my command, but also you hiding in the shadows.

I admit that I may not necessarily use this self-help measure when I do it, but I feel that I must have it.

It turns out I'm pretty good, right? "

"But the soul contract is gone."

Old A frowned and said:

"Mason removed your control over all members of the Society of the Stars, so what did you do?"

"That's just a way to control idiots who can't stand up to the stage. The great mentor is a different concept."

Mephisto interrupted Fury's curiosity and said:

"I won't hide it from you, I'm really weak right now, my entity and existence have been destroyed and I've become a ghost with nowhere to go, because you didn't receive my power infusion before, so I can't use you to reshape body.

I don't want to hide the current situation, old A, we have all been cornered, so I decided to give up my previous unrealistic fantasies and rude demands.

I'm going to really work with you.

I mean equal cooperation.

It can even allow you to seize the initiative, and I will become the wisdom and strength hidden in your shadow.

I can serve you, help you complete all your plans, and dedicate my remaining strength to your great cause. Of course, before that, we must carefully deal with the threat of Mason. "

The old devil paused. He seemed to feel the bad state and confused mind of the new host at this time, so he said to old A in a suspicious tone:

"You won't accept your fate, will you? You won't let Mason show off his power and leave footprints on both of our faces, then you will be dejected and don't plan to fight back?

Hey, cheer up!

This is not the old A I know. We did lose, but we still have a chance to make a comeback!

You still have a sequence of conquerors who are loyal to you. We can use the fact that the stars will be destroyed to put pressure on the other directors, coercing them to use their resources and strength to help us regain our strength.

In fact, this failure is not a bad thing.

You see, we can use it to hide in the shadows, so Mason is in the light, and we can take the opportunity to recover and clip off his wings bit by bit just like he did to us.

The fifth impact is coming soon!

From what I know about Mason, all his next energy will be focused on this response and preparation. His too kind heart will not allow him to see any more poor victims die tragically.

His letting down our guard means we can take our chances, ideally all it takes is an assassin stabbing a deadly blade in the back. "

"What's the point?"

Old A leaned back on the chair, put the loaded pistol by his legs, and asked in a very relaxed manner:

"Assassination can't be done. Even without Mason, the career he created will not stop. Such actions are useless except to let us vent our anger."

"Isn't exhalation enough?"

Mephisto's tone became vicious, and he said:

"The plan we had prepared for seventeen years was destroyed at the last moment, but the rags he put together in just a few months can go smoothly, why!

I ask you, why?

I don't know about you, but as far as I'm concerned, I can't swallow it.

I've lost everything, old A, but it also means I don't have to care about any repercussions, and I can vent my last rage.

I can't stop Mason from being the savior of this age.

But at least I can pull him off that glorious throne and let him fall into the mud at the most glorious moment. I know it's pointless to do so, but I fucking want to do it!

For a qualified cold-blooded villain, this is what I should do now, bite him hard, and make him feel heartbroken! And what the hell is going on with you?

Obviously you made the clear-cut decision to carry out the assassination before, but now you say such nonsense that the assassination can't be done!

Are you scared?

I ask you!

Are you intimidated by Mason?

Are you one of those wretches who get laughed at by all the villains? Like those little ghosts in Gotham City who can only hide in their dens and shiver when they hear the name of Batman?

Hey, show some ambition, don't let me underestimate you, old A. "

Of course, this clumsy aggressive method was of no use to old A. He picked up the wine glass expressionlessly and looked at the last bit of amber wine in it.

While shaking his fingers, he said slowly:

"I just realized that I made a mistake. If I could calm down when the New Utopia plan took effect and choose to fulfill the bet with Mason, maybe everything will be different now.

My desire for power overwhelmed my obsession with morality.

It may sound ridiculous, but when I first proposed the Doomsday Star project, I really hoped to find a boat to the other shore for those of us struggling in the quagmire.

But I don't know when it started, I forgot these.

I forgot what pushed me to this point, ah. Born with lofty ideals, died with humble desires."

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Mephisto would have realized that Old A's state was not right, especially the loaded pistol that the latter was holding in his hand made him feel a deadly threat.

He scolded:

"Hey! You wake me up, don't really think of yourself as a hero who went astray and wants to repent now! When you captured and destroyed the first world in the name of the council, you were no longer a partner of justice.

please!

It's been seventeen years, haven't you learned to think like a villain? "

"Repent? No, there is no kind of mercy left for people like me and devils like you. We are bad people, and we deserve to pay the price for doing bad things.

I'm not afraid anymore.

I'm just tired.

Walking alone on this dark road has exhausted me, and I don't intend to go any further. I know that Mason will not let me go, he will show up in front of me sooner or later.

But I will not place my fate in his hands.

I will not surrender like an eighteen-year-old young man, that is my last dignity as a loser.

decent

Huh, last decency.

Speaking of which, Mephisto, I'm your last great mentor, right? If I die, you will follow me to leave this era that was spoiled by us.

Right? "

"You're fucking crazy! Stop it! Damn it! Calm down!!!"

The scream of the old devil exploded in Old A's heart.

But he didn't want to pay any attention to it, and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, letting the wine glass slip from the palm of his hand and hit the ground with a crisp sound of breaking.

He leaned back on the chair, threw everything out of his mind, and while pinching the faded photo in his hand, he pushed the hammer of the gun, and pressed the cold muzzle against his chest. on the chin.

Scenes of the past flooded into my mind, especially the series of events that happened after I got acquainted with Mason flashed before my eyes like a flying horse.

Those impossible things were accomplished one by one by the young man.

And I, who was supposed to have the upper hand, was forced to this point in the conflicts again and again. It was as absurd as the plot of a bad third-rate novel written by a middle-aged decadent writer who was too drunk.

but this is reality

"Oh, wonderful."

"boom"

Blood splattered and photos slid down.

The light of the setting sun and evening shines into this dark place and dispels the last darkness. Well, the stars are especially bright tonight.

so beautiful.