Chapter 171 White Lantern Ring & Anti-Life Equation
Night had fallen, and silence reigned.
After a passionate night with Skye, spanning a hundred thousand words, and with the turning point approaching, Qin Mo bathed, changed, burned incense, and prayed before lying down on his bed to open the mall interface.
"Omega-Level Mutant Ability: Magnetic Field Manipulation, Price: $2 Billion"
"You're a bit late," Qin Mo muttered.
How great it would have been if the first Omega-Level Mutant Ability he acquired was Magnetic Field Manipulation.
Just selling precious metals alone would have accelerated his speed of earning money, growing, and becoming stronger.
Magnetic Field Manipulation, an Omega-Level Mutant Ability from Marvel's famous showman—Magneto, allows for the control of any form of magnetic field.
Its specific manifestations include: manipulating gravity, metals, creating protective force fields, emitting electromagnetic explosions, flying, bending visible light for invisibility, and more.
Like Storm, in the latest settings, Magneto has become one of the 14 Omega-Level Mutants.
Qin Mo has currently acquired 5 types.
Just as Fire Man's Flame Manipulation is a natural counter to Human Torch, Magneto's Magnetic Field Manipulation has absolute control over Wolverine, Colossus, and normal Iron Man.
Unless Iron Man brings out his Anti-Magneto Armor…
However, Iron Man getting beaten by whoever he counters, much like the invincible Devourer of Worldsfalling again, is a Marvel ironclad rule.
"Better than nothing, purchase Magnetic Field Manipulation."
"Ding, purchase successful."
Putting his thoughts aside, Qin Mo continued to look at the second item refreshed today:
"Anti-Life Equation: A cosmic law from the Anti-Matter Universe, representing absolute dominion and control."
"Any living being that hears or comes into contact with its expression will have their self-awareness completely suppressed, completely and unconditionally obeying the user's commands."
"It curses its host, granting them nearly eternal vitality; even if their body is completely destroyed, they can reassemble and resurrect in the Anti-Matter Universe."
"Price: $50 Billion"
"Huh? An ability from the neighboring DC Universe, eternal vitality? Is this what you call a curse?"
Qin Mo expressed his incomprehension.
If this were his previous life, most people would probably be desperate to receive such a curse.
Eternal vitality means immortality.
Who wouldn't want to live longer?
"To buy or not to buy, that is the question."
For Qin Mo's current strength, the Anti-Life Equation is merely icing on the cake; useful, but not greatly so.
"Forget it, let's look at the next one first."
"White Lantern Ring: Revives life, bestows immortality, heals all wounds, and has absolute control over Black Lantern power."
"Under the White Lantern energy's blessing, the wielder gains immortal vitality and is virtually impossible to kill."
"As the pinnacle of the Emotional Spectrum, White Lantern energy can suppress, simulate, and even dominate the energies of all other colored lights."
"The wielder can rewrite reality, manipulate time, and operate on a Multiversal level."
"Price: $50 Billion"
"This…" Qin Mo fell into contemplation.
From the ability description, the White Lantern Ring is equivalent to a Multiversal combination of the Reality Stone and Time Stone's abilities, while also possessing some characteristics of the Phoenix Force.
Immortal vitality, healing, and resurrection.
Moreover, the White Lantern Ring can be said to be the complete opposite of the Anti-Life Equation.
The Anti-Life Equation represents absolute dominion and control, aiming to strip away free will.
The White Lantern Ring, on the other hand, represents absolute life and creation, the ultimate embodiment and Guardian of free will.
Even more absurd is that the prices of the Anti-Life Equation and the White Lantern Ring perfectly match the money Qin Mo has.
Not too much, not too little, exactly $100 Billion.
This money was originally intended to acquire several banks, and when deposits accumulated, the banks would directly declare bankruptcy.
After a moment of consideration, Qin Mo chose to buy both.
He calculated the time, and Loki should be currently coaxing Thanos to dispatch the Chitauri to attack New York.
At that time, with the Mind Stone and Space Stone in hand, he would fleece Thanos for at least twenty trillion.
He wasn't worried about Thanos not being able to afford it; the Director of Family Planning was an existence with great perseverance and would surely overcome the problem of not having money.
No money? Steal it, rob it.
The system stipulated that he couldn't openly steal or rob, so he would let others steal or rob, and then he would sell things to harvest…
It was a perfect closed loop.
In other words, Qin Mo would no longer be short on money.
"Purchase all."
"Ding, purchase successful. The White Lantern Ring has been stored in your system warehouse. Thank you for your patronage, and welcome back next time."
Previously, when he acquired abilities, there was at least a warm current or energy fluctuation in his body, but now there was only a faint warmth.
"Alas, perhaps I am too strong; something of the Anti-Life Equation's caliber is truly too weak."
After a moment of emotion, Qin Mo retrieved the White Lantern Ring from the system warehouse and put it on the middle finger of his left hand, making it convenient to display an internationally friendly gesture.
Why not wear it on his right hand? Because he is left-handed.
Compared to the Green Lantern's Green Lantern Ring,
The White Lantern Ring is the ultimate form of the Emotional Spectrum, capable of simultaneously wielding the power of all colored Lantern Rings, more than just one level above the Green Lantern's Green Ring.
It's barely usable.
Qin Mo had just laid down, ready to sleep, when he suddenly sensed an old acquaintance flying rapidly towards Earth.
"Huh, why is that silly woman suddenly back?"
Regarding Carol, Qin Mo admitted that those few intimate exchanges were absurd, fleeting encounters.
However, since she had come all the way from outer space, he should go and give her a proper welcome.
With a thought, Qin Mo's figure slowly dissipated, appearing directly beside Carol.
"Hello there."
Carol froze for two seconds before cursing, "Fuck! Big brother, you scared the hell out of me."
"Speaking of which, aren't you out there upholding justice and fighting the Kree Empire? Why did you think of coming back to this backwater planet, Earth?"
Carol understood the sarcasm in his words—she was an Earthling, yet instead of fighting crime on Earth, she ran off to outer space to save aliens.
"I want to!"
Qin Mo rolled his eyes. Want to, my ass, you silly woman, you're a pure idiot.
If he hadn't personally eliminated the Skrulls living in seclusion on Earth, Carol and Nick Fury, those two idiots, would have been criminals in the eyes of humanity.
Of course, the reason he did so was also to make money; without profit, Qin Mo wouldn't bother with such matters.
"Idiot woman."
"Who are you cursing?" Carol was extremely confused, not understanding why she was being cursed.
"I'm cursing you, you idiot."
Qin Mo instantly transformed into an Ancestral An-person, going all out:
"Do you know what the Skrulls have been doing on Earth all these years?"
"Kidnapping political figures and celebrities, then shapeshifting into them and mingling in human society."
"Don't you dare tell me you didn't think of it; you know their true nature better than anyone."
"What, you won't be happy until the backwater place that gave birth to and raised you is destroyed, huh? You idiot woman, and you don't like it when I tell you!"
"I…" Carol was momentarily speechless, unsure how to refute him.
Seeing this, Qin Mo added another jab: "Go back to your outer space; I'm protecting Earth."
Carol, in a fit of pique, got angry for a moment.
"Go… then I'll go."
Chapter 172 Never Come Back
Seemingly deeply aware of her mistake and feeling utterly mortified, Carol, after sparring with Qin Mo in outer space for several hours, turned around and left with a flushed face.
Skrulls? Not familiar. Really not familiar.
Watching Carol leave directly, Qin Mo muttered, "Actually, the Skrulls are really cooked."
Cooked in the physical sense, ground into powder, and kneaded into incredibly potent power pills.
After confirming Carol had completely left, Qin Modissipated into specks of starlight, then reappeared at home.
He caught a little sweetheart secretly eating snacks late at night.
Discovering the snack room door pushed open, Kanna's little face turned pale with fright, and she sat motionless on the floor until she saw who it was, then she let out a long sigh of relief.
"Qin Mo, you scared me to death."
"Hmph, who told you to eat secretly without calling me?"
Kanna pouted and mumbled, "You're always hugging Skye. I sent you messages, but you didn't reply."
Qin Mo took out his phone and saw that, indeed, the little one had sent him messages almost every day recently.
"Kanna: Qin Mo, snack room tonight, reply if you receive."
"Didn't eat enough dinner?"
"I don't know either, I just get hungry really fast."
Hearing this, Qin Mo stared at the Power Stone in Kanna's stomach for a few moments. The little one had already absorbed more than half of the entire Power Stone.
"No wonder..."
Due to the existence of the pay-to-win cheat, Qin Mohad hardly cultivated anything except Chaos Magic.
That's why he overlooked the energy Kanna needed for her cultivation... or more accurately, her growth.
After absorbing more than half of the Power Stone, Kanna's body had been fully strengthened, and as a little one still in her infancy, she naturally needed more energy to grow.
After thinking for a moment, Qin Mo used his supreme power to create a peach rich in sufficient energy.
"Kanna, eat this whenever you're hungry from now on."
"Okay."
Taking the peach, Kanna quickly devoured it, and her eyes began to grow heavy...
"Sleep," Qin Mo directly picked up the little one and sent her back to her room.
After the small interlude, Qin Mo realized that he should plant high-energy crops to satisfy Kanna, Thor, and Skye's daily food needs.
Similar to the spirit herbs and grasses in cultivation Worlds, planted in the yard or pocket Universe.
With a thought, Qin Mo entered the pocket Universe. Apart from the symbiote Planet, the pocket Universeonly had the arena where he previously had Ancient One and Tom spar.
It was utterly empty.
Staring at the fantastical and magnificent primordial Nebula, Qin Mo began to rub his hands together—and in a short while, a yellow Sun was created by him.
After placing the yellow Sun in a certain position, a Planet roughly the same size as Earth was also created by him.
This is the work of a regular Celestial; otherwise, the Celestials would not be called cosmic gardeners.
Noticing that the pocket Universe's energy was too sparse, Qin Mo took out three hundred Infinity Stones, crushed them directly, purified their energy, and then diffused it throughout the pocket Universe.
Because the pocket Universe was not large.
The energy of three hundred Infinity Stones instantly increased the average energy value of the pocket Universe to tens of thousands of times that of the movie Universe.
In simple terms, one could already cultivate directly.
Considering that symbiotes do not like light, Qin Modivided the pocket Universe into two distinct parts.
One part was a habitable zone, where the yellow Sunand the habitable Planet, which he named Blue Star, were placed.
The other part was like a dark abyss, used to house the symbiote Planet.
Qin Mo did not plan to create life on Blue Star; he created this Planet solely to plant spirit herbs and spirit fruits for Kanna and Skye as snacks.
Almost simultaneously, in New York, Manhattan.
S.H.I.E.L.D. secret safe house.
Even though he was no longer the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director, these safe houses remained under Nick Fury's control because they were established privately.
Nick Fury waited an entire night, but Carol remained without a trace.
"What's going on? She said she was almost here a few hours ago, so why isn't she here yet?"
Nick Fury took out his pager and sent another message asking: Carol, where are you?
Ding-dong~ [Urgent matter, talk later]
This was almost equivalent to a goddess replying: I'm going to shower, talk later.
The subtext, those who understand, understand.
With his last shred of hope gone, Nick Fury slumped dejectedly on the sofa, as if his soul had left him.
Why? Why?!!
The missing Skrulls were probably already in dire straits, and the biggest savior, Carol, couldn't come back.
All of this had severely spiraled out of control.
Just a moment later, Nick Fury gritted his teeth and made a decision—to notify the surviving Skrulls to evacuate from Earth as soon as possible.
The sooner, the better.
Unless the truth was found immediately, staying on Earth would only lead to more Skrulls mysteriously disappearing.
The more Nick Fury thought about it, the angrier he became. The resentment of being dismissed, the panic of the Skrulls' disappearance, finally converged into a rather personal exclamation:
"Motherfucker!!!"
Early the next morning, Nick Fury piloted a Quinjet, transporting all the Skrulls who were willing to leave to the Skrulls' outer space Base.
From the Base, they would board a spaceship to leave Earth.
Where they went didn't matter, as long as they could escape this hellhole of a Planet.
As for the Skrulls who were unwilling to leave, after discussions with the Skrull leader Talos, Nick Furyplaced trackers on them.
He would see if this could help find the truth.
Looking at his old friend, who had become visibly gaunt due to the large-scale disappearance of his people, Nick Fury sighed, "I'm sorry, I couldn't find those missing kin."
Talos gave a bitter smile, "Actually, leaving Earth is good. Some of our people are no longer content with remaining hidden. They want to initiate a war against humans."
"Motherfucker!?"
At this moment, Nick Fury finally understood why the Skrulls had mysteriously disappeared. No, it wasn't a disappearance at all. Someone must have discovered the Skrulls' conspiracy and then annihilated them all.
Who could it be??
Murdoch?
Or the even more mysterious High Table?
Talos breathed a sigh of relief, "If it weren't for Murdochbeing too powerful, they might have already acted."
Hearing this, Nick Fury immediately complained, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"What good would telling you do?" Talos paused, "I couldn't control them, let alone an outsider like you. Forget it, it's all in the past."
"Being able to leave Earth safely is already a blessing in disguise, Fury. Thank you for taking care of the Skrullsall these years."
"Earth, after all, is not our home."
"I'd rather be hunted by the Kree than live under the shadow of constantly worrying about my family disappearing."
"Goodbye, old friend."
As the two waved goodbye, the Skrulls who were unwilling to leave Earth disappeared right before their eyes.
Seeing this, Nick Fury immediately shouted.
"Go! And never come back!!!"
Chapter 173: Killing Two Birds with One Fish
Watching Talos and his family leave, Nick Furysuddenly felt this World had become incredibly unfamiliar.
In corners he hadn't paid attention to, first there was the mysterious and money-grubbing High Table, and later, a mysterious organization targeting the Skrulls.
As a seasoned Agent, he utterly detested this feeling of things being beyond his comprehension and out of his control.
"Is this still Earth?"
No one answered Nick Fury's question, but he felt he had to do something.
Due to the large-scale disappearance of the Skrulls, Carol no longer paid him any mind.
When his friend Talos and his family fled Earth, his Skrull wife was also forced to leave with them.
There was no other way; if she didn't leave... the next to disappear might very well be his Skrull wife.
But all of this not only didn't discourage Nick Fury, it invigorated him with renewed fighting spirit.
What if he lost his S.H.I.E.L.D. Director position?
He was still the initiator of the Avengers project, and his relationship with the White House hadn't been severed.
Although the Avengers were formed relying on S.H.I.E.L.D., they had little to do with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s superior organization—the Security Council.
Simply put, the Security Council was the boss, providing funds, direction, and overseeing the big picture.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was the project manager and logistics chief who followed orders, did the dirty and tiring work, and handled specific tasks; it was also the Avengers' initial headhunter and incubator.
The Avengers, on the other hand, were a top-tier external team invited by S.H.I.E.L.D. to solve the most critical problems, possessing extraordinary abilities but not always obedient.
In other words, the Avengers are currently not supervised or controlled by any faction...
Thinking of this, Nick Fury drove back to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower, preparing to convene an Avengers meeting: to declare uncompromising enmity with all evil.
Only a few dozen Skrulls hiding on Earth voluntarily left.
The rest were captured by someone and sent to the Te Kao Pu Great Strength Pill Processing Plant, where they were roasted, dried, crushed, and rolled into Great Strength Pills.
From then on, not a single green-skinned Skrull remained on Earth.
Every Earthling should thank Qin Mo; they will not be inexplicably replaced in the future, nor will they have to worry about their intimate partner suddenly turning into a green-skinned monster.
Regarding these recent events, Qin Mo said with emotion, "I am indeed still that kind."
Upon closer reflection, it was truly so.
Two of the three HYDRA factions were directly or indirectly destroyed because of Qin Mo, including even Hydra Prime Hive.
And the HYDRA led by Pierce and Zola was completely whitewashed and brought ashore under his instructions, integrating with S.H.I.E.L.D.
The Skrulls, who posed a great threat to humanity, also nearly faced extinction because of him.
And the Vampires who previously fed on humans, now only three Vampire Dukes remain alive.
Looking at it this way, he was simply too kind!
Adhering to the principle that kind people should be rewarded, Qin Mo prepared to reward himself—by tasting the sweetness of the golden Ayesha.
Saltiness was out; he had no such hobby.
The reason for this choice was that, currently, besides corruption, Qin Mo hadn't found any new profitable ventures.
HYDRA was gone, and the Skrulls were gone too.
The scope of operation as a Congressman was limited, and the main portion of corruption would have to wait until he became the Hua Shi Ren.
Over at Kamar-Taj, Tom was systematically integrating sorcerer resources, preparing for future interstellar new citizens and interstellar tourism.
Eternal Ajak and others were dispatched by Qin Mo to manage assets at Xiunan International Chain Hotels.
Mango Mobile Company had Tony, and the car company was overseen by Dr. Bruce Banner.
The biggest money-making project: selling Infinity Stones, still required waiting for Loki to lead the Chitauri army before it could be conveniently launched.
As the boss, Qin Mo had a responsibility to develop more profitable projects to keep his workers busy.
Because the system stipulated that funds could not be directly plundered, he could only plunder under the guise of being reasonable, compliant, and legal.
According to intelligence from Starhawk, Qin Mo piloted the Kanna-class Waterdrop spacecraft and once again arrived at Xandar, looking for Rocket Raccoon.
He planned to kill two birds with one stone.
Using the pretext of helping Rocket Raccoon get revenge, he would eliminate the High Evolutionary, and then take over Counter-Earth, the entire Sovereign race, and Rocket Raccoon.
Why target the High Evolutionary so much?
Qin Mo hadn't even met that Black Devil, let alone had any grievances with him.
There were two reasons: Black Devil, and rich.
For Qin Mo, rich people were the greatest evil! Would he rob vagrants instead of the rich?
All rich people must be physically eliminated, unless... they handed over all their money to him.
Xandar, Nova Plaza.
In the fountain pool, Treant Groot was drinking Water.
Rocket Raccoon sat by the fountain pool, chin resting on his paws, watching the diverse alien races, and instantly fell into reminiscence.
After a long while, Rocket suddenly noticed: an handsome man was sitting beside him, he didn't know when he arrived.
"Pretty boy, stay away from me."
The irritable Rocket Raccoon immediately started cursing online: "Hurry up, don't make me beat your ass."
Slap, slap, slap~
Hearing this, Qin Mo didn't hesitate, delivering three big slaps to Rocket Raccoon's face, instantly stunning Rocket.
Rocket was so aggrieved that tears welled up in his eyes: No? Why did you hit me? How dare you hit me?
"Damn you, Groot, get him!"
Groot swung a branch: "I am Groot."
Just as the branch was about to hit Qin Mo, the space suddenly shifted; one second they were in Nova Plaza, the next they had appeared in a pocket Universe.
Seeing this, Rocket quickly spoke to stop him: "Groot, stop."
Under Treant Groot's confused gaze, Rocket chuckled apologetically: "Big Brother, I was blind, may I ask who you are?"
Such methods were irresistible.
He would temporarily remember this grudge and seek revenge when the opportunity arose.
"Do you want revenge?" Qin Mo asked.
"Hehe," Rocket continued to smile apologetically, "Big Boss, I don't want to, and I wouldn't dare."
Having been in the Universe for many years, Rocketalways adhered to one principle: bully the weak and fear the strong, and this pretty boy in front of him was clearly an extremely strong existence.
He couldn't afford to provoke him, truly couldn't.
"No." Qin Mo shook his head, "You should want to."
Rocket said one thing but meant another: "I really don't want to."
How could this pretty boy be so annoying, insisting that one say they want revenge?
"Really don't want to?"
"Really don't want to!"
"Sigh." Qin Mo sighed, "Then forget it. I was planning to help you kill the High Evolutionary, but since you don't have the courage to seek revenge..."
Hearing "High Evolutionary," Rocket froze for a few seconds, then excitedly said, "Yes, I do."
Immediately after, Rocket asked, "Why do you want to help me get revenge? Do you have a grudge against the High Evolutionary?"
"I have no grudge against him." Qin Mo's tone shifted, "However, I heard that Black Devil is very rich, and I happen to be quite short on money."
Rocket's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "That's right, that's right, that Black Devil is especially rich, so rich he can't spend it all."
Chapter 174: A Gift and a Curse
Xandar, New Bar.
Since Xandar is a Planet where multiple races merge, Qin Mo leading Rocket Raccoon and Treant Groot into the Bar did not attract too much attention.
"Hello, guest." The bartender, who looked like an octopus, came forward and asked.
Qin Mo said indifferently, "A private room."
"Alright, this way please."
The reason the bartender was so polite was not because New Bar's service was good, but because of the aura Qin Mo exuded.
A glance revealed—a rich man.
And absolutely not a nouveau riche, but that kind of unpretentious aura that can only be cultivated by spending a lot of money regularly.
Inside the luxurious private room, drinks were served one after another.
After the octopus bartender retreated, Rocket spoke, "Master, that Black Devil has a lot of assets."
"Besides Counter-Earth, a habitable Planet, there's also the Sovereign race, a golden-skinned race known for their high genetic purity and arrogance."
"In addition, there's the Interstellar Bio-Genetics Company, which stores the biological genes of the entire Milky Way Galaxy."
"Furthermore, Counter-Earth possesses a large number of spaceships and fleets for interstellar travel, mainly used for pursuing targets, transporting experimental subjects, and military operations."
"That Black Devil is obsessed with playing God, pursuing so-called perfection. Once he deems a creation imperfect or a failure, he will destroy it without hesitation."
As if worried that this wouldn't impress the Master, Rocket added another sentence.
"In short, that Black Devil's money is so much that he can't spend it all in a lifetime."
Rocket, who was already prone to swearing, naturally picked up the derogatory term "Black Devil."
Qin Mo nodded, "This is worth my effort."
"Rocket Raccoon, if I help you eliminate the High Evolutionary, how long will it take you to liquidate all of the Black Devil's assets?"
Rocket paused, "About a month."
Hearing this, Qin Mo pondered for a moment, "Alright then, let's go now."
"Now? Just the three of us?"
"Master." Rocket quickly advised, "Although that Black Devil is despicable and shameless, he has many armed forces under him. Just the three of us… it might be difficult."
Qin Mo said nonchalantly, "You two can just cheer from behind, or, should I bring you the corpse?"
Rocket thought about it, "No, I still want to cut off his head myself."
The hatred for the High Evolutionary constantly spurred Rocket to live, to live no matter what.
For Lylla, Teefs, and Floor.
And for revenge.
With a thought, a sparkling portal appeared out of thin air: "Let's go, it's almost dinner time, we'll make quick work of it."
This teleportation magic immediately boosted Rocket's confidence; even if he couldn't defeat the High Evolutionary, escaping wouldn't be a problem.
Passing through the portal, one person, one Rocket Raccoon, and one Treant Groot successfully arrived at the High Evolutionary's base: Counter-Earth.
This is a habitable Planet similar in size to Earth, where animals and children modified by the High Evolutionaryare kept.
"Oh, right." Qin Mo casually created two pairs of sunglasses: "Put on the glasses, you're responsible for the consequences if you take them off."
Although Qin Mo was not a good person, he didn't want to harm Rocket, whose fate was extremely tragic.
Such a cute Rocket Raccoon, with an IQ and hands-on ability comparable to Tony's, almost no flaws except for his love of swearing.
Rocket put on the glasses and couldn't help but ask, "Master, what is this?"
"Don't worry about what it is, in short, if something bad happens when you take off the glasses, you'll be responsible for the consequences."
At this moment, a squad of pig-headed soldiers had already detected the intruders and were flying towards their direction.
Qin Mo stopped Rocket from preparing to counterattack: "You two watch from behind."
The moment his voice fell, the Anti-Life Equationappeared like lightning that could bend.
It was not light, yet it understood and connected to every target faster than light.
The roaring pig-headed soldiers, their ferocious expressions, instantly froze on their bristly faces.
Their originally crimson eyes, filled with violent killing intent, were like a formatted hard drive, all data completely erased, leaving only absolute emptiness and obedience.
"Clang—Clang—!"
It wasn't a single sound, but a unified symphony of thousands of metallic impacts on the ground.
The army, which had been full of killing intent a second ago, now knelt on one knee with perfectly synchronized movements, as if their joints were being controlled by strings.
They bowed their heads, offering absolute loyalty to the figure walking calmly towards them.
Qin Mo's steps did not pause for a moment, nor did they quicken or slow down; he simply walked forward calmly, step by step.
Wherever he passed, the scene was strange and sacred.
On both sides of the passage were densely packed kneeling soldiers, and further away, snipers on the high towers put down their weapons and stood at attention, while drivers in hovering armor shut down their engines.
Even the technical personnel who saw the Anti-Life Equation through the monitoring screens suddenly trembled and bowed deeply towards Qin Mo's direction.
Existence itself became the medium of contagion; sight was both a gift and a curse.
There was not a single gunshot, not a single resistance.
The individual's life logic was overwritten and rewritten by a higher, more absolute command.
Qin Mo was not slaughtering; he was conducting a silent harvest, harvesting the crop called free will, leaving behind a fertile ground of absolute loyalty.
This path became a moving coronation, silence was the only anthem, and the kneeling army was the only honor guard.
On Counter-Earth, Qin Mo did not damage a single brick or tile, yet he had already conquered everything.
Finally, Qin Mo arrived before the High Evolutionary.
"Master." The High Evolutionary knelt on the ground.
Unfortunately, this Black Devil had also been captured by the Anti-Life Equation through surveillance just now.
"Uh." Qin Mo looked at the dazed Rocket Raccoon: "He won't resist. You do it."
"Rocket Raccoon?"
Hearing the call, Rocket finally came to his senses, his slightly agape mouth unable to utter a single word due to extreme shock.
Instead, Treant Groot mumbled a sentence.
"I am Groot."
Rocket understood what Groot meant: We'll follow the Master from now on.
The Master is truly too strong, simply terrifying.
Following such a powerful man is not losing face.
"Good." Rocket nodded.
This "good" was both a reply to Qin Mo's words and an exchange of opinions with Groot.
Holding a large gun and staring at the High Evolutionary's ugly face, Rocket did not act, but instead fell silent.
As Lylla, Teefs, and Floor's faces and smiles flashed before his eyes, Rocket seemed to make a decision, and with a thud, he knelt directly before Qin Mo.
"Master, this Black Devil is your person now, I cannot act. I only hope you… I hope you…"
"You hope I resurrect them?"
Upon hearing this, flames of hope ignited in Rocket's eyes, burning brighter and brighter as he hugged Qin Mo's thigh.
"Master, can they really be resurrected?"
"This ugly Black Devil is an eyesore, let's deal with him first. As for the resurrection, it's too expensive, you might not have that much money."
Chapter 175 I'm a bit angry now
In the Marvel Universe, why is it said that the Multiverse is not as good as a dog? Because even Multiverse-level existences still cannot escape the shackles of Death's rules.
Even if no accidents occur, Multiverse powerhouses will still die of old age; it's just that this time is extremely long.
Longer than the lifespan of the Universe itself.
As for existences below the Multiverse level, Death is a fate they can never escape.
And resurrection is an defiance of Death's rules.
So far, Qin Mo has mastered two methods of resurrection: using his own strength to forcibly break Death's rules and bring the dead back to life.
Or using the White Lantern Ring to resurrect the dead.
Of course, using the White Lantern Ring to resurrect the dead is somewhat like using a DC sword to cut a Marvelofficial.
Whether it will be effective remains to be seen after an attempt.
However, Qin Mo has never resurrected anyone. He feels it is an offense to the deceased.
They are already dead, and you still drag them back. If they come back to enjoy blessings, that's fine, but what if they come back to continue being beasts of burden…
Regardless of right or wrong, this kind of behavior is somewhat unseemly.
But for Rocket, resurrecting his companions might have just been a wish when he was sad and heartbroken. Now, there is hope for it to become a reality.
The only obstacle is whether there is enough money.
"Boss, I can make money. I can build spaceships, repair spaceships, build weapons, do genetic programming, and I'm also a bounty hunter…"
While Rocket Raccoon was chattering, Treant Grootdirectly twisted off the High Evolutionary's head and held the bloody head in his hand as if asking for praise.
"I am Groot."
(Didn't you understand what the boss said? Deal with the Black Devil first!)
Holy cow! Rocket Raccoon looked at Groot in disbelief: How did I never notice before—you big idiot, you have such potential to be a lackey.
Good boy, you haven't even pledged allegiance to the boss yet, and you're already fighting for favor?!
Is the competition among pets always like this?
Rocket Raccoon has a clear understanding of himself—to be a useful pet to the boss.
There's no other way; if it were anyone else, Rocket Raccoon would definitely compete and strive for equality in status.
But the boss is simply too strong. His intelligence and practical skills, which he prided himself on, seemed useless in front of Qin Mo, who was as strong as a god.
Most importantly, Qin Mo can help him resurrect—his companions who have already died.
Becoming a pet for someone to resurrect his companions is not a loss of dignity; he is willing.
"I am Groot."
(Don't forget the task the boss assigned…)
Rocket Raccoon then reacted and quickly cut off the High Evolutionary's hands from his corpse. In the process of asset monetization, some transactions require pupils and fingerprints.
"Boss, give me ten days. Within ten days, I will monetize all the Black Devil's assets."
"Keep up the good work." Qin Mo patted Rocket Raccoon's head: "Counter-Earth is entrusted to you. These soldiers will cooperate with your actions."
"Mission accomplished, boss."
Rocket Raccoon, like a beast of burden with a nuclear-powered battery, was full of thoughts on how to be a qualified pet.
One day, the boss will be moved by him. At that time, he will find a suitable opportunity to propose the request to resurrect his companions…
"Lylla, Ban Ban, Floor, wait for me!"
Rocket Raccoon howled and began to act, just to complete what the boss had assigned as quickly as possible.
Looking at Rocket Raccoon's energetic appearance, Qin Mo took out a Perfect Five-Five Serum.
"Here, it's for strengthening your physique."
Seeing the serum, Rocket Raccoon instinctively took two steps back, which reminded him of some bad memories—the years of torment as a test subject for the High Evolutionary.
It wasn't until his peripheral vision caught sight of the High Evolutionary's headless corpse that Rocket Raccoon suddenly realized the Black Devil was dead.
"Thank you, boss."
"Be careful, it might hurt a little. Groot, there isn't a suitable serum for you yet."
"I am Groot."
(I'm not in a hurry, boss.)
After casually arranging a few magic arrays on Counter-Earth, Qin Mo directly teleported home.
If you're not enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your brain.
Even though the Fairy Force's hunger was almost negligible after he ascended to the All-Universe level.
But perhaps out of habit, Qin Mo wanted to eat something whenever it was mealtime.
The plan to "eat one fish multiple ways" has successfully taken down Counter-Earth, Rocket Raccoon, and Groot.
Only the Sovereign race and the 1.9-meter-tall High Priestess Ayesha remain. These Little Arrogant (Xiao Aojiao) can't run away, so there's no need to rush.
…
Hyde Garden, Villa No. 1 restaurant.
Compared to Qin Mo and Kanna, who were quietly eating, Skye and Thor were like restless skylarks, chatting about everything under the sun.
"I don't know what's been happening recently, but there was another explosion during the day, not far from our office."
As if remembering something, Skye looked at Qin Moand said, "Brother, Happy was also caught in an explosion. Luckily, he ran fast and wasn't injured."
Qin Mo looked up: "Happy? Caught in an explosion?"
Certain distant memories surfaced one by one. He remembered, these explosions should be Extremis.
Because he held 21% of AIM Vanguard Technology's shares, Qin Mo had not yet taken action against Killian, the founder of the AIM Group.
After all, Killian was extremely business-savvy, single-handedly pushing AIM Group's stock price to new highs.
As a major shareholder, Qin Mo would naturally not easily get rid of such a core beast of burden who could create value for him.
But since Killian chose to show his face, he must be eliminated instantly, and all his assets seized.
He was a bit short on cash recently.
Without further ado, Qin Mo put down his chopsticks: "You two eat first, I'm going to check on Happy."
Almost simultaneously, at the Vanguard Technology Building.
Killian was troubled by a thorny problem—due to the accidental escape of Extremis test subjects, several explosions had occurred consecutively in New York.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
"Maya, how many test subjects are left outside?"
Maya Hansen, the main developer of Extremis, replied: "There are still three."
"However, I heard that S.H.I.E.L.D. has teamed up with the FBI, NYPD, and other departments to investigate this matter…"
Killian waved his hand, interrupting her: "Don't worry, I'll deal with them as soon as possible. It won't affect the research and development progress of Extremis."
Dealing with a few accidental explosions in Great America is just a matter of spending a little more money.
Maya Hansen thought for a moment and slowly nodded: "Alright, I'm going to the lab."
After Maya Hansen left, Killian instructed his secretary: "Send more people to keep a close eye on her. Don't let her out of your sight."
"BOSS, should we get rid of her?"
Killian rolled his eyes: "Get rid of her, and you'll go perfect Extremis?"
"Look at Stark's secretary, then look at you. Please, next time you make a suggestion, use your brain, alright?!"
Remembering Pepper's graceful figure, Killian snorted lightly: "I'm a bit heated right now."
Upon hearing this, the secretary quickly squatted down.
Twenty seconds later, Killian pulled up his pants and slowly walked to the window, overlooking the entire New York City.
"Contact Senator Stern. He's taken so much of our money; it's time for him to do his part."
The secretary, wiping his mouth, asked: "Boss, you mean?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
Chapter 176: Get rid of Murdoch
Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
Killian had a love-hate relationship with his secretary.
He loved her appearance, which was three-tenths similar to Pepper's, and her equally graceful figure.
He hated her for being big-breasted and brainless, utterly useless except for acting as a fire extinguisher.
Why could Tony Stark be a hands-off boss, entrusting the entire Stark Industries to his secretary, Pepper, and thus free up time to build iron contraptions?
And what about him, Killian? He had to do everything himself.
For instance, the escape of the test subject this time was due to him being busy with business at the time, which led to the accident.
Unlike Justin Hammer's jealousy of Tony, Killian not only envied Tony but also deeply hated him, wishing he could devour his flesh.
Killian would never forget: on December 31, 1999, on that rooftop of a Swiss hotel, he waited an entire night in the biting cold, just to get funding from Tony Stark.
As a result, not only did he not get it, but that damned Tony also slept with his collaborator, Maya Hansen.
Every time he thought of this, Killian wished he could flay him and pull out his tendons.
Fortunately, heaven had eyes; his AIM group received a mysterious sponsorship, and this sponsorship was transferred to Murdoch two years ago.
"Boss, Kingpin called again. He wants to meet you tonight to discuss cooperation."
"Kingpin?" Killian raised an eyebrow. "Tell him 8 o'clock. I'll go to Hell's Kitchen to talk with him."
"Understood, boss."
Lighting an after-sex cigarette, Killian sneered. He had figured out why Kingpin repeatedly asked to meet him.
Because of that man's existence, the New Yorkunderworld had not been doing well these past few years, especially two years ago, when they were often targeted as criminals.
Fortunately, after that man became a congressman, he reined in a lot under pressure from various forces.
Otherwise, the New York underworld would definitely have migrated on a large scale to other cities for development.
And that man was the major shareholder of the Vanguard Group.
Extinguishing the cigarette butt, a plan to divert attention slowly emerged in Killian's mind.
"Kingpin, you still have some use."
8 PM, Hell's Kitchen.
After passing through layers of guards and entering a room that looked like a conference room, Killian found that not only Kingpin was there, but all the forces in New York that could be called criminal were present.
Organizations like the Yakuza, the Mafia, and the Maggia Group were all in attendance.
Thinking that all these people had been targeted by Murdoch, Killian couldn't help but laugh, and at the same time felt lucky for himself.
Fortunately, Murdoch was a major shareholder of the AIM Group.
If not for this reason, the AIM Group would not have developed so quickly in the past two years.
Killian came prepared this time to sell the still-imperfect Extremis to Kingpin and these unsavory organizations.
This would recoup funds to continue developing Extremis and also attract the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.and other departments.
He would then seize the opportunity to kidnap and control the Hua Shi Ren of Great America, becoming the supreme ruler of the entire Great America in one fell swoop.
"Mr. Killian, please."
After everyone was seated, the host, Kingpin, said with a smile, "Everyone is busy, so I won't waste time."
"Mr. Killian, we are gathered here today to discuss a business deal with you."
"Oh," Killian asked, "What kind of business could bring everyone together?"
Kingpin lit a cigar. "New York hasn't been very peaceful lately. Several explosions have occurred in our territories, resulting in heavy losses."
"Initially, we thought it was all just about fighting for territory, until we unexpectedly bought some intelligence from the High Table."
Kingpin pushed a document in front of Killian, motioning for him to open it and look.
Killian looked closely: well, it was all news about Extremis, even the effects were clearly written.
"High Table? Interesting."
Closing the document, Killian thought for a moment: "Selling it to you is not a problem, but the price..."
He was ready to ask for an exorbitant price.
"The price is negotiable," said San Kou Yi Zhi Zhu, the Yakuza boss. "As long as there's enough supply, you don't have to worry about money."
If one were to ask who among those present harbored the deepest hatred for Murdoch, San Kou Yi Zhi Zhu would undoubtedly be at the top of the list.
Because the San Kou Group was hit the hardest.
According to incomplete statistics: in the two years before Murdoch became a congressman, the San Kou Group lost at least hundreds of millions of U.S. dollars.
Killian nodded. "Since everyone is so sincere, I naturally have no reason to refuse."
"However, could you tell me what you plan to do with this thing?"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room immediately looked at Kingpin.
Seeing this, Kingpin smiled and said, "To be honest with you, we have no other choice."
"Mr. Killian, you wouldn't want your own company to be eventually snatched away by others, would you?"
Killian became interested. "How so?"
"Alas, you know, Murdoch has always been cracking down on our business. We originally thought he would rein in a bit after becoming a congressman."
"He did rein in, but his subordinates became even worse."
"There's a guy named Rumlow who constantly watches us with a Mechanical Dog every day."
"He uses all sorts of tricks, from swindling to cheating, acting more like a gangster than we gangsters do."
Kingpin continued, "If we hadn't accidentally learned that you have Extremis, we would have already prepared to move to other cities for development."
"Don't worry, we only want to use Extremis to get rid of Murdoch and do business peacefully."
Under everyone's gaze, Killian raised his hand and checked his watch.
"Alright, five hours from now, bring your people and the payment to Chenghua Avenue in Brooklyn."
Hearing this, Kingpin quickly stood up.
"I wish us a pleasant cooperation."
"Pleasant cooperation."
Just then, an exclamation came from outside the conference room: "Catch Daredevil, don't let him escape."
Upon hearing Daredevil, Kingpin immediately felt a headache.
"All of you go and catch him. Mr. Killian, why don't you let us see Extremis now..."
Killian waved his hand behind him, signaling two of his subordinates to go and help.
Late night, Hell's Kitchen.
A figure as agile as a monkey darted through the streets under the night sky, closely followed by a frantic figure and dozens of men in black.
"Daredevil, you can't escape."
Ahead, Matt Murdock ran while sending a message to his younger brother.
[Brother, Kingpin wants to get rid of you]
If it were just Kingpin tonight, Matt would definitely not be fleeing like this; it wasn't as if he hadn't exchanged blows with Kingpin before.
That damned fat man, he actually didn't play fair.
Not only did he send out his strongest combat force: Bullseye, but he also called on two strange people whose bodies were like magma.
He fled, and they pursued.
In reality, Qin Mo had always been there; otherwise, why would Kingpin so coincidentally acquire intelligence about Extremis from the High Table?
All coincidences were intentional.
Getting rid of the people chasing his elder brother was also very easy.
But Qin Mo hoped more to teach his cheap elder brother a lesson: playing house games should never be done; one must eliminate enemies root and branch.
Batman, you cannot be
Chapter 177 Go back and kidnap the King of Japan
Hell's Kitchen.
Kingpin was caressing his phone. Hearing the voice from the other end of the line, he narrowed his eyes slightly, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
"You got him? Good. Bring him over."
Hanging up the phone, Kingpin's fat face broke into a bloodthirsty smile.
"Gentlemen, Bullseye has captured Daredevil. Once we deal with Murdoch, no one can stop us from growing stronger."
"We will control all of the U.S. gangs."
Killian had no interest in these unsophisticated matters and was about to get up and leave.
But to his surprise, Kingpin spoke.
"Mr. Killian, wouldn't it be wonderful if you were the one to unmask Daredevil?"
His hatred for superheroes, especially for Tony Stark, made Killian change his mind. He decided to experience the feeling of defeating Iron Man in advance.
"Very well."
After a short while, Bullseye carried the unconscious Daredevil into the hall.
"Boss, we didn't touch the mask."
"Excellent." Kingpin nodded with satisfaction, "Mr. Killian, please."
Under the expectant gazes of the various crime bosses, Killian slowly unmasked Daredevil.
When Kingpin saw that familiar face clearly, he immediately burst into laughter: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, MattMurdoch."
"These two guys, they truly are brothers, both so annoying."
"Heaven truly has eyes. Today, let us use Murdoch's older brother as a sacrifice for our great cause."
Looking at the tightly bound Daredevil, Kingpininstructed Bullseye: "Wake him up."
A basin of cold water was splashed on him, and the chill instantly permeated his senses. Matt Murdoch squinted his eyes, finally seeing his predicament—he had been captured.
"Instead of being a good lawyer, you insist on being a vigilante."
Seemingly not satisfied, Kingpin continued to mock: "Your good younger brother owes us quite a bit of debt."
"Do you know, Mr. Lawyer, your mistake was being too naive, foolishly thinking you could judge me with the law."
"Have you forgotten? This is Great America, a paradise for the rich."
"The law is a weapon for the poor."
"Next life, be smarter."
Matt Murdoch smiled bitterly and lowered his head. He didn't regret his earlier decision; isn't the purpose of law to judge evil?
Since he had already sent the message to his younger brother, this trip wasn't in vain.
However, Matt couldn't understand why his leg had suddenly cramped. If not for that, he definitely wouldn't have been captured alive by Bullseye and the others.
How frustrating.
Why did Daredevil suddenly get a leg cramp? You'd have to ask his good younger brother, Qin Murdoch.
To make his good older brother change his no-kill philosophy, Qin Mo had gone to great lengths.
Originally, he could have simply shown his face and used the Anti-Life Equation to control all the kings of New York's underworld.
But for his older brother, Qin Mo wasted a full ten minutes—just to wait for Kingpin to educate his older brother.
People can't teach people, but events can teach them instantly.
If his older brother still didn't repent, then Qin Mowould just have to respect his older brother's choice... and clean up the mess later.
What could he do about his own older brother?
Even for the kindness of foster father Jack, he would naturally continue to spoil Father's only biological son.
"Kingpin, stop wasting words with him." San Kou Yi Zhi Zhu laughed menacingly: "His younger brother's debt to us will be repaid by him."
Before the words finished, San Kou Yi Zhi Zhu plunged a knife fiercely into Matt's chest.
The white blade went in, and the red blade came out.
The pain was instantaneous—blood gushed from the torn blood vessels, scalding Matt's vision with a crimson haze.
Consciousness was slow—listening to his own blood dripping onto the floor, Matt's body began to lose its balance.
The final sensation was cold—the moment the blade was withdrawn, something snapped with a 'pop'.
Matt remembered his father once saying that people see their life flash before their eyes before they die, but all he saw were several grotesquely smiling faces.
"Farewell, little brother."
Matt Murdoch's vision went black, and all his senses were completely sealed in that instant.
"Hahaha!" His great revenge exacted, San Kou Yi Zhi Zhu laughed uproariously, his laughter piercing the gloom of Hell's Kitchen.
The humiliation and pain Murdoch had once inflicted upon him were, at this moment, brutally crushed, turning into distorted pleasure.
Snap~
A crisp snap of fingers tore through the air, and Qin Mo's figure appeared out of thin air like a ghost.
"Murdoch..." San Kou Yi Zhi Zhu's voice suddenly rose, then abruptly cut off.
Instinctively stepping back half a pace, the wild joy on his face turned to a deathly pallor. The fierce thug, who had just been baring his fangs, now looked like a vicious dog with its spine removed.
Kingpin's fat face twitched slightly, and the others exchanged glances, unsure what to do for a moment.
A person's name, a tree's Shadow.
No matter how confident they had been in their plan to "eliminate Murdoch" beforehand, the moment Murdochtruly appeared, all their confidence instantly crumbled.
This sudden appearance out of thin air led Killian to make what he believed was the most correct decision.
"Boss, good."
Scanning the faces of these gang leaders one by one, Qin Mo really couldn't muster any sense of triumph.
A group of ants, still somewhat useful.
With a thought, the Anti-Life Equation once again transformed into curving lightning, successfully capturing several loyal Death warriors in an instant.
Immediately after, a flash of crimson magic light passed, and the scene suddenly changed.
In the hall, Daredevil Matt Murdoch lay unconscious, yet there was not a trace of blood on him.
And everyone else, including Kingpin, Killian, Bullseye, the Yakuza, and the Mafia, were all kneeling on the ground.
Everything that had just happened was an illusion.
Older brother Matt personally experienced what Deathfelt like in the illusion, while Kingpin and the others were captured by the Anti-Life Equation in the illusion.
The difference was that the illusion didn't affect Matt, but it did affect Kingpin and the others.
This is the importance of having a good younger brother.
Lighting a cigarette, Qin Mo pointed at the Yakuza boss and commanded: "You, go back and tie up the Japanese King. Someone will cooperate with you to demand a ransom."
"Yes, Master." San Kou Yi Zhi Zhu assented.
Originally, Qin Mo had planned to have Killian kidnap the Hua Shi Ren, Ellis, as in the original timeline, and demand an exorbitant ransom.
But considering that Hua Shi Ren Ellis was a direct beneficiary of his interests, and also Lily Ellis's biological father, he reconsidered.
He couldn't very well play with the Hua Shi Ren's daughter and then kidnap the Hua Shi Ren; that would be too beastly.
Moreover, this would not be conducive to Ellis's re-election.
Skipping over Killian, Qin Mo continued to look at the Italian Mafia: "You go back and tie up your Hua Shi Ren. Someone will cooperate with you to demand a ransom."
"Yes, Master."
When his gaze rested on Kingpin, Qin Mo exhaled a smoke ring: "I hear you have 30 billion in assets. Find a way to mortgage them at the bank and transfer the money to this account."
"After they collect the ransom, then consume their New York assets."
"Yes, Master."
After assigning the tasks one by one, Qin Mo casually drew a teleportation circle and sent his older brother back to the second floor of the Murdoch Law Office.
"Sleep. Just consider it a nightmare."
Chapter 178 To Kill or Not to Kill
Qin Mo felt no psychological burden whatsoever regarding the arrangements for Kingpin and others—since they dared to make a move, they should be prepared to pay with their lives.
Death was only natural.
If it were someone ruthless, they would have likely killed everyone, following the family register, even shaking apart the yolks in eggs, leaving no chickens, no dogs, and no blade of grass.
But Qin Mo did not do that.
Not only did he spare Kingpin and the others, but he also found them a job:
He sent the Three-Headed Dragon to kidnap the Squash King for ransom.
He sent the Mafia to kidnap the Italian Godfather…
He sent Kingpin to engage in internal gang warfare, sweeping through all the underworld in Great America.
This was merely to show them a clear path for their sinful lives, allowing them to achieve salvation.
Such actions could only be performed by one with great compassion.
See, Qin Mo was simply too kind.
"I am so kind, I should have been given the title of Kind God," Qin Mo lamented.
He figured it must have been when he broke through to the Omni-Universal level, and the Celestials' leader, OAA, sensed Chaos Magic, which led to him being given that title.
"Chaos it is then."
For such a small matter, it wasn't worth making another trip to the Celestials' home World.
It was late, and Qin Mo happily returned home.
This operation tonight, roughly estimated—was at least a profit of over one hundred billion dollars.
Kingpin alone had 30 to 40 billion in assets, not to mention the ransom for the Squash King and the Italian Godfather; anything less than 100 billion would not do justice to this elaborate scheme.
However, given Italy's flexible bottom line, the government might not be willing to pay such a large ransom.
After all, it was just a Hua Shi Ren; if negotiations failed, they could always replace him.
On the other hand, the Squash King…
Qin Mo planned to round up all royal family members, including the Squash King, in one fell swoop.
If the ransom wasn't paid in full, he would send them all to Counter-Earth to dig potatoes.
As for who to send to assist with the kidnapping, it was better to keep such matters secret.
Cannot be said, cannot be said.
After bathing, changing, burning incense, and praying, and then a moment of intimacy with Skye, Qin Moopened the system store.
He was not only kind but also had a strong sense of contract.
He had promised the system to spend every day, and he had to keep his word and spend every day.
[Perfect Spider-Man Serum…]
[Perfect Spider-Man Serum…]
[Perfect Spider-Man Serum…]
"Shit, I took off my pants for this???"
Muttering a few words, Qin Mo buried his face in Skye's arms and fell asleep.
The next morning, after buying three Perfect Spider-Man Serums, Qin Mo drove to Hell's Kitchen—to Murdoch Law Firm, to visit his older brother.
"Karen, where's my brother?"
At the front desk, the long-legged Karen rolled her eyes with a hint of resentment: "Your brother, your brother, King, do you only come here for your brother every time?"
"What else?"
Qin Mo was suddenly stunned. Damn it, he had underestimated his charm.
Was his future sister-in-law interested in him?
Hiss, although he was both lustful and loved to eat dumplings, he couldn't mess with his sister-in-law.
Realizing this, Qin Mo quickly bluffed: "Sister, you're just like my brother, both family."
"He's sleeping upstairs," Karen pouted.
"Heh." Qin Mo gave a dry laugh and hurried upstairs.
As before, his older brother was sitting listlessly by the bed.
"King, did you bring me back last night?"
"What else?" Qin Mo spread his hands: "Mr. Daredevil, was playing house with Kingpin fun?"
Matt Murdock's look of astonishment flashed across his face: "So you knew all along."
"Don't tell Dad."
Lighting a cigarette, Qin Mo took a deep drag and began his well-rehearsed speech technique:
"Brother, have you ever considered, you catch them again and again, sending them to prison.
Then what?
Guess what happens next week, or next month, when some lawyer finds a loophole in the law and releases them?"
"They will continue to do evil when they get out."
After a long pause, Matt looked ahead: "The law will eventually judge them."
"The law?" Qin Mo chuckled, pointing to the pouring rain outside the window.
"In Great America, the law is like this rain, omnipresent, yet it allows truly dirty things to flow downstream, polluting the entire city."
"Do you expect a system to cleanse the corrupt products of its own making?"
"Brother, sending them in is like temporarily caging a mad dog that bit someone, knowing full well it will eventually come out and bite again."
"What is the cost when they get out? Widespread drugs? Human trafficking? Organ trade?"
"Can you bear this responsibility?"
Matt's voice was deep and firm: "If I kill them, what difference is there between me and them?"
"Difference?" Qin Mo went all out.
"The difference is—they commit crimes out of greed, madness, and uncontrolled desires, while you, you could have made a choice to eliminate future troubles permanently."
"This isn't falling, this is weighing! It's the rationality of choosing the lesser of two evils!"
"You adhere to your so-called no-kill principle, yet you allow greater evils to continuously breed because of your principle."
"Brother, this isn't a principle, this is stubbornness. This is using the safety of all New York City citizens to fulfill your personal moral purity of not crossing the line."
Matt Murdock suddenly stood up, as if only at this moment did he truly recognize his younger brother.
"King, that's not moral purity, that's a bottom line. Once crossed… there's no turning back."
"Today you can kill a criminal for efficiency, tomorrow you will kill a corrupt official for deterrence."
"The day after tomorrow? Does anyone you deem worthy of Death deserve to die?"
"Power corrupts, and self-righteous judgment even more so. I am not playing judge, jury, or executioner."
Qin Mo gently beckoned, taking out Daredevil's suit from the wardrobe and holding it up.
"Brother, isn't your identity as Daredevil above the law? Doesn't beating them to a pulp count as vigilantism?"
"Just because you didn't press the final switch, do you think your hands are clean? Their blood stains your every punch."
"You just push the final act: the unnecessary evil, to—that incompetent legal system, so you can still sleep at night and tell yourself: I held the line."
"This is a form of psychological self-deception."
The rain grew heavier, and Matt was silent for a long time.
"It's not self-deception, it reminds me who I am, I am a symbol that makes them fear."
"But fear must have its boundaries. If this symbol means Death, all villains will no longer have any scruples; they will resist in more extreme ways, and more innocents will be caught in the crossfire."
"I break their crime, not their last shred of human possibility—even if that possibility is minuscule."
Qin Mo's tone was sarcastic.
"Possibility? Your optimism about human nature is… touching, but you're mistaken about the target."
"You reserve a shred of possibility for the incorrigible, yet you turn a blind eye to the certainty of survival denied to tens of thousands of potential victims."
"Your morality is forged in human blood."
Matt Murdock shook his head. This was the longest they, as brothers, had discussed a single topic in years.
"King, my morality is to prevent this World, including myself, from sliding into a darker abyss."
"Admittedly, killing is the easiest path, but it is a path of no return, and I will not tread upon it. As long as there are other choices, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will continue to fight—in my own way."
Hearing this, Qin Mo's forehead was covered in black lines.
In that instant, he really wanted to unleash Chaos Magic, like Scarlet Witch reversed Iron Man's personality, to completely reshape his older brother's perception.
Silence, silence, still silence.
Neither brother could convince the other.
Finally, Qin Mo took out a Perfect Spider-Man Serum and jabbed it into his older brother's arm.
"That'll hurt like hell, you bastard."