Chapter 310 9. I almost believed it, if you were not a Mazefalk man
Old A is the famous Nick Fury, the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the world's best master agent, spy chief and a one-eyed bastard with a mind full of shady secrets.
A guy who is not likeable but really has the ability to form a secret organization that operates secretly in the apocalyptic era.
Mason wasn't surprised.
According to his observation, Quint's style of hiding in the Hope Council and constantly infiltrating personnel into subordinate organizations to secretly control more resources is completely the development pattern of a spy agency.
There are only a few high-profile spy organizations in many parallel worlds.
However, Old A's open and honest attitude really caught Mason off guard. According to his idea, a guy like Old A who hides his head and hides his head and suppresses his desire to cause trouble should be the kind of Riddler who speaks with dozens of twists and turns. How could the hidden conflicts between the two parties be revealed as soon as they opened their mouths like now?
What kind of talk is this?
Change the environment and change the identity, this is just to mess up the situation. Hey, can you negotiate?
Under Mason's strange gaze, the bald old black man snorted and seemed to guess what he was thinking. He 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 try another way?
I tell you a riddle for you to guess, and then you give me a riddle for me to guess. In the end, I waste all my time and let those bastards who are always watching me find my current location and send a hundred fully armed conquerors. How about invading this place and blowing us all up? ”
After such a spicy complaint, the guy put the wine glass in his hand on the table, snorted again, crossed his arms and said:
"You smart people all have these bad habits. You always feel that your superiors have eight hundred evil intentions hidden in their dark hearts. They don't know how to do things unless they give you some conspiracy.
But actually?
In this current situation, how can we have so much time to play tricks on each other? That does nothing but destroy unity and waste time.
I know that you must suspect that I gave you the A-level seat to split the relationship between you and Q.
But as I said just now, I really just intend to be a smooth favor.
When I, the rotating speaker, still have one full day left in my term, I have so many ways to divide you, so why bother using such a trick that can be seen through at a glance?
So please use your amazing wisdom in the right place, Mason. ”
"That's what I say, but people who know you well know that you are indeed the kind of person who can reveal bad things just by turning your eyes. After all, you are famous. The more I know you, the more wary I am of you."
Mason doesn’t pretend anymore.
He spread his hands and said directly:
"Ever since I joined the Quint Society, every order from you has made people think wildly. I don't want to doubt you, but your style is like this, how can I not doubt it?
You claim to want to get things on the right track, but if you move forward with your head up, you will stumble, Mr. A. ”
"You see, this is the difference in our ideas. I guess this is the reason why you lose your temper. An idealist, wow, it is really rare in this era."
Nick Fury sneered and said:
"You are the kind of kind-hearted person who hates seeing others suffer, but I think it is not unacceptable to sacrifice a little of the present for the future.
Of course you can call me cold-blooded.
But the fact is that if Quint does not take such measures and chooses to attack everywhere, others will reach out and destroy it when it is first established.
Q helps you hide many things.
It seems like you've already won her over, but that doesn't matter.
I never care if people in the organization have their own ideas. As long as everyone has the same general direction, we can cooperate. I asked you to meet in person to make this point clear.
Mason, you can have your own purposes.
I don't interfere.
But your actions cannot be premised on harming the interests of the organization.
Osborne Towers did a terrible job, it was a complete solo walk!
But things in the Isu world are barely okay. I originally wanted to use the B-level promotion mission to beat you, but what you did in the war world made me admire you.
You are making progress.
Rapid progress.
This 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 applaud and encourage such behavior.
I am not here tonight to ask you to calm down, nor to beat you, nor to give you a blow. I am here to remind you that the benchmark for future actions will be as close as possible to this aspect.
It is my duty as the leader to wipe the butts of the organization members.
But if you can give me something that satisfies me, then I will be smiling when I rush to the toilet to hand you toilet paper.”
"Can't you use a more decent metaphor?"
Standing next to the bald one-eyed old black man, Captain Steve said awkwardly:
"Don't speak so vulgarly in front of young people. He is only eighteen years old and will learn bad things."
"You have seen what Mason did. Do you think such a man is really only eighteen years old?"
Nick Fury scoffed, saying:
"When I was eighteen, I was still thinking about how to get the fat girls in my class. When you were eighteen, you traveled all over the East Coast for an enlistment certificate.
But what about him?
He has been a savior more than once at the age of eighteen, so I think there is nothing wrong with my statement, and the Mason children who are heroes in their youth will not care about this small abstract metaphor. ”
Having said this, the bald old man shrugged his shoulders, leaned on the sofa and said to Mason:
"How about it? Can you accept my suggestion?"
“Apart from the fact that it’s hard to tell what’s true and what’s false, it really doesn’t sound that objectionable.”
Mason nodded.
Then he drank a glass of wine, put the glass on the table, and said calmly to Old A in front of him:
"I will destroy the Association of Stars!"
"No, you can't!"
Mason’s words did not surprise Old A at all. He said calmly:
"We must take control of it and transform it from a predatory and chaotic organization back to the efficient state it was when it was first founded. We must unite all the worlds that still exist.
Only by pooling resources can great things be done!
If you really destroy it, it means that each world under the impact can only fight on its own, and in that case the chance of everyone surviving is smaller than zero. ”
"No, I have to destroy it."
Mason shook his head stubbornly and said:
"Its existence has become the most stubborn cancer in the dark ages, and it will not make things better.
It will only push the already cruel doomsday era into an even crazier zero-sum game.
Do you want to transform it?
You think beautifully!
I don't doubt your skill or your abilities.
The problem is that there is not that much time for you to adjust the structure. By the time you really turn it into the organization you want, the impact may have already reached the seventh round.
And how many worlds will we have left to survive at that time?
Does this make sense? ”
"Of course I can't do it on my own! I'm not an eighteen-year-old savior."
Nick Fury crossed his legs, rolled his eyes and said:
"That's why the Quint Society was created. With your help, it became possible to take charge of the Star Society in a short period of time. Let me reiterate, what I want is not a parallel world where we are suspicious of each other!
Let me tell you more as an elder.
Regarding the change in philosophy of the Council of Hope.
All the actions you have seen so far are based on a cruel logic. As long as there are even-numbered 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 in vain.
After all, even the will of the universe cannot make us destroy ourselves, so they drive the stars to continuously explore, develop and pollute.
They formed the Cleaners who continued to conquer, destroy and devastate.
Everything is for the ultimate and simplest goal, that is, only the strongest world can 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 be recognized by more people.
Everyone feels that as long as their world receives enough resources from the early conquests, they will have the opportunity to bet on who will be the last survivor
Mason, tell me, do you see the biggest problem with this theory? ”
Faced with this question, Mason was silent for a moment and said:
"Only one world can survive by stepping on the dead bones of other worlds. As the impact deepens, no one will think about 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 and leaned forward to look at Mason. His tone became gentler and said:
"I want to reestablish communication, Mason. If you want to avoid mutual destruction and establish cooperation with wary strangers, 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 accomplished this goal very efficiently, especially the feat of moving thousands of worlds at once during Second Impact.
That is the victory of this ‘communication concept’.
The collision of two worlds does not mean that both 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 just what I say. My bastard colleagues obviously prefer power. I watched helplessly as the self-help organization founded by me became an accomplice of destruction in a short period of time.
They don't want to waste time talking to weak people.
They believe that only the alliance of the strong can resist the brutal impact.
They believe that instead of letting those low-level worlds be destroyed by natural disasters, it is better for us to seize useful resources to strengthen ourselves.
This idea cannot be wrong.
It is just too rough and will lead to quite serious consequences. The conflicts and infighting that are gradually breaking out within the Council are the consequences of being rough.
However, the stars will be the key to controlling resources, and whoever controls them will have more say.
Once the Quint Council takes the lead in resource allocation, even if those guys who have become cruel don't want to, they will have to sit down and listen to us.
I don't want to see all the earth fighting to the death for a quota.
You don't want to see this result either.
But only if we stand high enough, our words will have enough weight and someone will listen!
The stars will not be destroyed!
It is the source of chaos, but it is also the key to unlocking problems, like a weapon! There is no good or evil in weapons, it all depends on whose hands it is in the hands of. ”
These words silenced Mason.
It's not like he couldn't think of this level.
But he felt that Old A's idea was a bit too ideal. Just when both parties fell silent, member No. 3 Steve Rogers, who had been standing next to him, suddenly said:
"Actually, Mason, if you want us to follow your advice, it's not impossible if you want us to help you destroy the Star Council."
"Huh?"
Mason looked up at the captain.
The latter took off his sunglasses to reveal his blue eyes. 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.
What matters is not following whose plan, nor whether the Council of Stars should exist.
What's important is not a battle of ideas.
You can question and object, but you can’t just criticize!
You have to come up with something.
Mason, if you had a plan that would make sure the stars would be destroyed, but still make a bad situation good and perfect.
And that plan has certain executability.
Then believe me, Nick Fury and all his naive ideas will be thrown into the trash in an instant, and everyone will rally around you! ”
"Yes, that's it."
Old A picked up the wine glass without any psychological pressure and squeezed his remaining eye at Mason.
He said in a gentle tone:
"I said as soon as we met that I allow members of the organization to have their own goals and plans. The Quint Society has always been a highly tolerant organization.
I don’t engage in one-note speeches.
If you can come up with a more feasible plan, I will definitely support you with both hands raised and I am willing to give you the position of leader and become your number one loyal dog.
I will chop off the head of anyone who dares to oppose you!
The problem is.
Mason, do you have a plan? Do you have a solution? ”
The office became quiet again. After Old A drank the wine in his hand, the bald and one-eyed black man stood up and said to Mason:
"Look, except for the disagreement about whether to destroy the Star 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 solution, but when you come to me to wipe your ass, remember to give me something that can make me happy.
This is the correct model of ‘cooperation’. ”
"You just said that as long as I come up with a better solution than your naive idea, the entire Quint Society will listen to me?"
Mason raised his head and looked at Nick Fury.
He said:
"Would you like to create a document?"
"Mazefak! All the words I just said were in vain, right! You stinky kid!"
Old A's eyes widened, and he waved his hands angrily, but finally reached out and took out a notebook from his cool leather jacket, glared at Mason fiercely, wrote a line of words, and signed himself name.
He handed the notebook to Steve Rogers next to him. The captain also looked at Mason and signed his name.
Then, the bald old Black Fuckman tore off the piece of paper and handed it to Mason, saying:
"I'm waiting for you to come up with a solution, but hurry up. If you can't do it before the fourth impact occurs, then just listen to me honestly.
OK? ”
"Deal."
Mason looked at the paper in his hand that was actually written in black and white.
He pursed his lips, stood up, and walked the two of them to the door, saying:
"I won't send you away. My reputation here is not very good. Once you step out of the top floor, you will be noticed immediately."
"Less trouble, more work."
Lao Hei walked slowly to the elevator entrance with his hands behind his back like an old leader. He said:
"Q is a simple girl, don't use her to do bad things. You know, I asked her to exercise restraint in the Stars Association not because I want to use her as a puppet.
The hatred in her heart is terrible, and something will definitely happen once it is released.
You'd better take it easy. ”
Mason watched Old A and No. 3 disappear into the elevator.
He took a deep breath and returned to the office. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the silent Gotham. He was a little irritated and wanted to pop out a cigarette for entertainment.
As a result, as soon as he took out Dumbledore's Deluminator and prepared to light it, a strong wind blew behind him, and a flash of silver light suddenly appeared.
Mason turned around suddenly and shouted to the person who was about to rush over in the gap:
"Don't! Go back! Come in through the door!"
But it was too late.
Hunter Ciri rushed over in a hurry. 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 by the alien god.
Before Xili could rush in, a black light accurately hit the flashing silver light.
Miss Hunter let out a scream, and after failing to cross the border, she was thrown into a dispersed stream of light. Mason rushed over without even thinking about putting on the Isu Shroud.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the broken time and space rift.
The energy shock poured back made the place a mess in the office. Fortunately, Ciri did not actually complete the invasion in the end, so the Starry Sky Eye's counterattack was not so fatal.
When Mason got up rubbing his head, he saw Shirley lying on the ground with blood from her nose, grabbing his wrist and screaming:
"Why didn't you notify me in advance when you were meeting him here! Are you crazy? That guy always carries more than one Infinity Stone with him.
As long as he gets interested, you'll be finished."
"Pa"
Mason pulled out the wood chips that were stuck in the wall and rubbed his face, 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 his subordinates, but could you please use a gentler approach next time?
Besides, it’s not that I don’t want to inform you. Aren’t you on a ‘business trip’?
I don’t answer my phone calls and I don’t reply to my letters.
I have no choice but to contact you. "(End of Chapter)