The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel Chapter 689

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 crookedly, not seeing the demeanor that the chairman of the board of directors should have.

On the table in front of him is a bottle of whiskey that has been drunk. Judging from the production information of the bottle, it should be a product of the wonderful vanilla era that was born before the impact.

This is probably the old A's personal collection, but now it's being corkscrewed after a failure that couldn't be worse.

The drink is full of bitterness at the entrance, 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.

Although the two of them were in conflict, it was the old K who gave him the freedom of the soul in the end.

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

"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 glass and poured the drink into his throat. In the locked office where he was alone, he said to himself:

"He has grasped the foundation of the Stars Association, 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 will become 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 leading and dominating. However, facing 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.

Do not sit by yourself, and do not allow other people to get involved.

Tch, it's really overbearing.

What the **** 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 only third of the wine dangling in front of his eyes, and his **** face was reflected on the glass.

Haggard, lonely and desperate.

He looked at his own reflection, half mocking and half scolding, and said:

"Why don't you always have a long memory? Why can't you always learn the lesson? Why do you always try to control those 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 a 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.

That 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 superhumans, 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 faded and yellowed photo. 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 figure on the photo.

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.

Just a few hours ago, foolishly buried himself in the neutron-killing plume like a donkey rider charging a windmill.

Nobody forced him.

is what he wants to do.

In the photo, on the right side of Fury, is the supreme professor with a brainwave enhancement device. When this photo was taken, SHIELD was negotiating with the X royal family on the coexistence of mutants and humans.

That is a commonplace 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 is also dead.

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 **** Dum.

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.

And others.

For example, Tony Stark next to the Supreme Professor, one of the members of the Illuminati and one of the existing hope directors, this guy has a gem of wisdom in his brain.

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

He has always been a think-tank talent and a great inventor. Although the Doomsday Star project was proposed by Old A, the later perfection and evolution were all done by Tony.

This 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.

"The Illuminati."

Old A sighed.

The Illuminati in his world is actually the predecessor of the Council of Hope, but unfortunately they were 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 the 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 could not come up with an answer after repeated thinking.

The headache is getting worse and worse.

Forget it, just don't think about it, it's not 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, thank goodness you're 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 still alive? I thought Mason had crushed you to ashes."

"That little **** did exactly that, he crushed my body together with Death Eater, annihilated 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 beyond redemption.

But he also made mistakes”

The weak old devil let out a treacherous and grateful laugh in Fury's mind, 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-rescue 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 when I did this self-rescue measure, I felt that I might not be able to use it, but I think I must have 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 the members of the Stellaris, what about you"

"That's just a means of controlling idiots who can't be put on the stage. The great teacher is another concept."

Mephisto interrupted Fury's curiosity, he 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 too unrealistic fantasy and rude request.

I'm going to really work with you.

I mean cooperation of equals.

It can even allow you to seize the dominance, and I will become the think tank 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 stopped for a while. He seemed to feel the bad state and confusion of the new host at this time, so he said to old A suspiciously:

"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 come back!

You still have a sequence of conquerors loyal to you. We can use the fact that the stars will be destroyed to put pressure on 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 that Mason is in the light, and we can take the opportunity to recover, and cut off his wings bit by bit just like he did to us.

The Fifth Impact is coming soon!

Based on what I know about Mason, all his next energy will be put on this response and preparation, and his too kind heart will not allow him to see another poor victim die tragically.

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

"What's the point of that?"

Old A leaned back on the chair, put the loaded pistol by his leg, 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 exporting gas 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 grievances.

I can't stop Mason from becoming the savior of this era.

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

For a qualified cold-blooded villain, this is what I should do now, bite him hard and make him feel pain! And what the **** 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 afraid?

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. "

This clumsy aggressive method is of course useless to old A. He picked up the wine glass expressionlessly, looking 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 overwhelms my attachment to 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 about these.

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

"Are you **** crazy?"

Mephisto has already realized that the state of old A is not right, especially the loaded pistol that the latter is holding in his hand makes him feel a deadly threat.

He scolded:

"Hey! Sober 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 kindness 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.

I am alone and walking this dark road has exhausted me, and I am not going 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

Hehe, the last decency.

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

Right? "

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

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

But he was already ignoring it, and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, allowing the glass to slip from his palm and hit the ground with a crisp shattering sound.

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 met Mason flashed before my eyes like a flying horse.

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

And I, who should 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 had drunk too much.

But this is reality

"Oh, wonderful."

"boom"

Blood splattered, photos slipped.

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

It's so beautiful.

(end of this chapter)

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