I'm the Demon King in Marvel

Chapter 314 Young Hunter

"Give it to me?" Although Alekom was young, he was very cautious. He did not rush forward but took a step back.

"It seems that you are not as brave as you think."

Lin Hao took back the scepter, and suddenly a ball of light blue mist appeared behind him, and behind the mist was another space.

Suddenly realizing what he was going through and what he was about to lose, Arecom rushed forward and grabbed the scepter in Lin Hao's hand.

"Boss, I want it!"

"Haha, you are quite a clever kid." Lin Hao smiled: "But you are not qualified to be my little brother now."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and stuffed a ball of chakra into Alekom's body, which naturally included the memories in the chakra: some ninjutsu information.

Other powers require a process of learning and mastering, but people above the Six Paths level can give away chakra at will and easily create strong people.

"If you want to be my little brother one day, you have to do your job well and survive."

After saying that, Lin Hao turned around and walked into the light blue mist and disappeared.

Alekom, who stayed on the rooftop, touched the scepter in his hand. The bones were chilling and the gems were captivating.

"Vampire Scepter, is this your name?"

From Minecraft, the Vampire Scepter.

A magical weapon that can summon the undead and form an army of blood-sucking zombies to fight for the holder.

There is hell and dead souls in the Marvel Universe. As the highest authority in the "Base Universe" and as a practitioner who has begun to master the original rules of the universe, Lin Hao can create a magical artifact with the same function on his own even if he does not get the scepter brought back by the little devil.

It was just by chance that he got such a thing that Lin Hao thought of the most suitable user.

Is there anything that could make Americans more defensive than the return of Indian ghosts to the North American continent?
This was a double torture, both mentally and physically.

All he had been exposed to for years was brainwashing, and Arecom didn't understand many big principles, but he had a rare talent as a hunter, just like the outstanding members of the Comanche tribe.

As a hunter, you must first be patient, know how to hide yourself, be good at seizing opportunities, and be quick, ruthless, and accurate when taking action.

After getting the "Bloodsucking Scepter", Arecom was not like other children who were eager to show off and rush to take revenge on those who had bullied him.

He was like a patient hunter, waiting for the right moment.

Fortunately, the opportunity is not difficult to wait for.

"I heard that a group of bigwigs from a charity foundation will come to visit tomorrow..." Alecom showed a bloodthirsty smile.

As a teenager, he did not understand the ways of charitable foundations, but the public had sharp eyes. How could Arecom, who had stayed in a boarding school for Indian children for several years, not know what it was like?
All the pretty girls and boys were called to the office by teachers or school workers for "guidance", and even the thin boy could not escape the fate of "going through the back door".

The Indian boy who had made up his mind ran back to the classroom quietly with the vampire scepter. In the distance, a manor that was shrouded in flames welcomed a figure covered in colorful light. Carol, who came from New York, did not help put out the fire, but searched around, trying to find the extraordinary person who committed the crime.

Unfortunately, she didn't know there was a kind of earth-style ninjutsu. The Japanese soldier from the "New Ninja Sect" had already used the earth-style ninjutsu to leave after killing the people.

The next morning, the teachers and school workers of the boarding school urged the Indian children to clean themselves up and put on new clothes to welcome the coming distinguished guests. "Listen to me, there are important people coming to visit today. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will not be able to go home during the holidays."

The principal, who was usually only seen by the prettiest girls and the most handsome boys in the school, rarely appeared in front of all the students in the school. However, his face was not kind or gentle at all, but only cold and stern.

The principal, who knew how to tame animals, did not forget to give a sweet treat after the threat.

"If you behave well, you will have beef burgers every day for the next month, and the best-behaving class will get double the servings."

Whenever big shots visit places like this, they are always followed by reporters, who “happen” to take photos of them being philanthropic and amiable.

Otherwise why waste time visiting? Just for the photos and subsequent news coverage!
Every time the news is broadcast, there will inevitably be donations from enthusiastic citizens. It is only natural to give a little to improve the food for the little brats.

As for how much of the food expenses approved by the principal will be divided among teachers, school workers, and canteen chefs, that is not his business.

Since the boss is eating meat, the younger brother should also have some soup, right?
Hearing what the principal said, some of the young children showed expectant expressions, but some older children had already seen these "pie-in-the-sky" tactics and knew what the so-called "beef burgers" would eventually become. They thought they had a conscience if they could give you some beef sauce between two pieces of bread.

Alekom in the crowd sneered: "Just wait, you will soon see what despair is."

At around ten o'clock in the morning, the convoy finally arrived.

At the school gate, two rows of students, divided into male and female, were lined up. All of them were the best looking. The well-dressed principal stood at the front, looking forward to seeing the students.

But when he counted the number of vehicles, he frowned slightly.

Among those who came, there was only one executive from the Aboriginal Protection Association; none of the promised directors, presidents, or even state legislators showed up.

"Mr. Richard, what's going on?" The principal hurried to the association's secretary with obvious unhappiness on his face.

Facing a mere clerk, as a relative of the foundation's president, he didn't need to be too polite. After all, it was the other party who caused the problem first.

"It's because of the assassination in the suburbs that the big shots are afraid to go out."

Richard was equally unhappy. He had been running around for many days for today's visit and had finally finalized it. Both parties would receive a large sum of thank-you money. But now it had turned out like this, and it was considered a gentleman of good character if the principal didn't scold him.

The principal's face was indeed livid, but after working so hard for so many days, he couldn't just not get any benefits. He glanced at the vehicles behind him and asked, "Are all the reporters here?"

"Here we go. The extraordinary ones kill celebrities. These little reporters don't worry about their own safety." Richard replied.

"Very good. You and your colleagues will act as the association's senior executives to take photos, and ask the reporters to polish the report copy." The principal is indeed a seasoned man. He immediately thought of a remedy.

Richard thought for a moment and nodded.

If he didn't agree to the principal's suggestion, then all his work these days would be in vain.

This is not in line with the spirit of capitalism at all.

Then, the music prepared by the school sounded, and the Indian-style music echoed over the school, sounding like it was summoning the ghosts of Indian warriors.

(End of this chapter)