American Comics: I! Abnormal Superman Really Want to Be a Good God

Upon seeing this, Chen Hao burst out laughing. "Why didn't you shoot just now? You had to wait until Nick Fury was dead before you could shoot?"

So, his existence is affecting your damage output...?

Amidst his maniacal laughter, all the bullets seemed to have eyes and returned the way they came.

Puff puff puff puff...!

They come quickly and go quickly; the faster someone fires, the faster they die.

I really don't know what they're thinking. Didn't they see it clearly on the security camera just now...?

Seeing the agents killed instead of being hit by a volley of fire, Bolivar was so frightened he almost knelt down. "You guys died pretty quickly, didn't you?"

"Hehe, don't be afraid, I'm not going to kill you."

Chen Hao calmly patted the guy on the shoulder, and with each pat, the guy shivered violently, as if Chen Hao had almost broken his old bones.

"What...what do you want...to do?"

Bolivar spoke in a trembling, low voice.

"I don't have to kill you."

"Thank you. What are the conditions?"

Bolivar breathed a sigh of relief, but he wasn't stupid...

"How about being a dog?"

Chen Hao said indifferently, then turned and walked towards the charlatan without even looking at him.

"Mr. Fantastic, this is the second time you've fallen into my trap. How do you feel about that?"

"Hmph! Do with me as you please!"

The charlatan, with his neck stiff, snorted coldly in a muffled voice.

"Heh, I wouldn't kill you, because a giant green guy is about to return from space just to kill you."

Chen Hao patted him on the shoulder with a smile, while the charlatan De was immediately shocked. Hulk was coming back for revenge?!

"You!! How did you know?"

"I can't believe it," the charlatan asked.

"Heh, don't you know that your crappy spaceship is as unstable as ever? You've blown up someone's wife and kids."

Chen Hao glanced at him mockingly. Seeing his ugly face, as if he had swallowed a fly, he wanted to laugh. Happiness has to be built on the suffering of others!

"Let's go. I'll spare your life for now, otherwise who will appease Hulk's rage? Hahaha!"

Chen Hao laughed heartily and dragged the absent-minded Li De away from the underground passage.

We need to keep this charlatan De under control, otherwise he might escape. This guy can turn himself into rubber, so he can escape through any crack.

Bolivar was not mind-controlled. How can a genius exert his talents if his mind is controlled? For someone like him who values ​​his life, what difference does it make who he cooperates with?

Wakanda!

Chen Hao suddenly appeared in the palace, and the guards surrounded him. Only after recognizing Chen Hao did they respectfully leave.

Eric rushed over, "Boss, what's going on?"

He noticed that Mr. Wonder was floating behind Chen Hao and immediately became curious.

"Prepare a few tons of vibranium for me. I want to build him a prison all his own," Chen Hao said calmly.

"Please wait."

Eric nodded quickly and left. Soon he arrived with the vibranium that Chen Hao needed. To the astonishment of the many guards, the vibranium slowly twisted, deformed, and glued together, eventually becoming a hollow tin house.

The guards exclaimed that Chen Hao was a god descended to earth, as they had already witnessed his omnipotence.

"Ride, how is your new home? Do you like it?"

Chen Hao turned to look at the ashen-faced charlatan De and said mockingly.

"Humph!"

The charlatan snorted coldly, indicating that he didn't want to pay any attention to you.

"Hahaha, Eric, prepare some spiritual food for our Mr. Charlatan, since he doesn't need to eat anyway."

"By the way, try to breathe carefully. The oxygen here is probably enough for you to breathe for several months."

After Chen Hao finished speaking, he threw him into the vibranium tin shack. Let this guy slowly study the technology inside. I guess no one will know that he was captured and taken to Wakanda.

........

Following the destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s temporary base was also destroyed by an unknown force, and no one even knows who it is.

The next day, the news began to dominate the headlines of major newspapers and television stations in an even more explosive manner.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has been attacked again, and Director Nick Fury was killed on the spot, along with several high-ranking agents.

This whole mess has put S.H.I.E.L.D. in the spotlight and made them the focus of discussion. The day before yesterday, the director made a strong statement that he would bring the criminals to justice, and today he was shot.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s prestige plummeted instantly...

Many people simply don't want to believe that the legendary S.H.I.E.L.D. is stronger than the FBL and the CIA.

What? You say it's better than the FBL and the CIA?

Both the previous and current directors were taken down, but that never happened between the FBL and the CIA, right?

Let alone ordinary people, even those within the community are starting to feel lost and have lost all fighting spirit.

I'm terrified I'll get shot in the head just by going out, I'm afraid of being hit by a car while walking, and I'm afraid someone will poison my water...

After this incident, the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. was shrouded in gloom and despair, lacking a leader and cohesion.

Mass resignations began at branches around the world; everyone knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. had offended a powerful figure they couldn't afford to offend.

Then look at the recent deaths of innocent brothers, there must be at least three hundred or five hundred, causing widespread panic.

The World Security Council urgently ordered Hill to take over as interim director of S.H.I.E.L.D. to stabilize morale.

.......

A few days later, at Umbrella base.

"Bolivar, what benefits did the Time Mutation Administration promise you to work for them?"

Chen Hao asked casually.

Sitting opposite him was Bolívar, the father of the Sentinel robot and a genius scientist.

This guy is now restless. The pressure from Chen Hao is really too much. His background is completely known to others.

He suspected that the person in front of him must have some kind of telepathic ability.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to know him so well, and for him to know her origins so clearly. There is no other possibility than that she had spied on his memories.

He answered all of Chen Hao's questions without reservation.

"Yes, they promised me they would keep producing Sentinel robots to wear you down, so you wouldn't have time to worry about anyone else."

"As long as I keep harassing you, they'll make me a normal person and give me eternal life once they find stronger helpers."

Bolivar spoke honestly, glancing cautiously at Chen Hao, afraid of angering him.

"Oh, I got it."

Chen Hao nodded, then said, "You actually believe such ridiculous conditions?"

Granting eternal life? Do you really think things from his Time Mutation Bureau are so easy to take?

That's just about reforming people and making them work for them forever.

As for immortality? They themselves are not gods, and even gods cannot live forever.

Bolívar shook his head helplessly: "I don't really believe it, but their demonstration is so exaggerated that I have no choice but to take a gamble."

The allure of eternal life is too strong. For ordinary people, immortality might be a source of suffering, but for the wealthy, it's not a problem at all.

The exaggerated methods employed by the Time Mutation Administration greatly shocked Bolivar, who naturally wanted to take a gamble.

"I understand. Here's what we'll do: you work for me for ten years and I'll give you a lifespan of two hundred years. I'll then clone a normal body for you and transplant your consciousness into it."

"For every year you work, I'll give you twenty years of life."

Chen Hao smiled and stated his conditions. He didn't want to make empty promises to Bolivar anymore; this was nothing serious.

Wow! ! !

Bolivar jumped up from the sofa in a flash.

"Really...really??"

The guy's eyes widened; he could hardly believe his ears. He had thought he was going to be forced to work again.

"Hehe, I wouldn't lie to you about something like this. Time isn't particularly difficult for me."

Chen Hao smiled slightly. He already had an idea: he could make many people work for him.

For example, In Time. This movie could have been made for movie fans. Movies about time like this could easily sell tickets without losing money.

However, he wouldn't allow his woman to use that kind of time with no way out, but countless wealthy people would definitely beg for it...