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"Can he be resurrected?"
In the training ground of Konoha, Rock Lee was fighting against another blond man from another ninja village.
In the stands, Uchiha Sasuke looked at the resurrected Divine Blue and pondered in his heart.
After so many days of chatting, he also learned from other group members that the current administrator came to power after killing the previous generation of administrators, but he did not expect that the other party had the means to be resurrected.
This made him feel that his hope for revenge was even greater.
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Marvel verse, because all of Kevin's belongings stored in the void were destroyed, he casually gave the shop owner 10 years of purple energy as payment for clothes.
Under the boss' astonished gaze, Kevin, holding the ring in his hand, gently waved his right hand, and a space passage leading to the White House appeared.
On the other side of the passage, Kevin saw the somewhat haggard Stark and Kingpin confronting each other.
"Didn't you say before that you have a great job in execution?" Kevin smiled as he looked at Stark with messy hair and a distracted look.
"Who knew those people below were so stupid? I had already laid out all the detailed plans, but they still went wrong."
When Stark saw him coming over, he started to complain: "Especially Fisk, could he not force his subordinates who we don't even know if they graduated from junior high school to be officials? These people squeezed out the truly capable people and even spent their working hours in nightclubs and bars."
"They have followed me for so many years. Even if they have not made any contributions, they have worked hard. Now that I have become successful, I must lead them. Should I let them continue to be gangsters?" Fisk explained on the side.
"Then you can just give them money. Why are they occupying official positions? With their level of education, they can't even understand the documents I send them." Stark roared at Kingpin.
"And your little brothers started accepting bribes as soon as they came to power. Their behavior has already crossed the bottom line." Stark said and looked at Kevin, wanting to see how he would deal with it.
"What are you looking at me for? What does it have to do with me? I said I'm only responsible for playing and not taking care of things."
Kevin picked up an apple from the table and took a bite, then said nonchalantly, "I don't know those little brothers. If you think they're annoying, just kill them and replace them with obedient ones."
Unexpectedly, he was so decisive. Stark, who was indignant just now, hesitated and said, "Not really."
"Mr. White." Hearing him say this, Fisk panicked and begged for mercy: "They have followed me for so long, I will restrain my men's behavior now."
"I've already told you to handle this matter yourselves. If you're unhappy, you can kill the entire Stark family."
"Anyway, I don't know your family or your men. I'm only responsible for the people I know. As long as you two don't fight and give me a headache, that's fine."
He spoke indifferently throughout the whole process. After all, a friend of a friend is not his friend.
Otherwise, according to Stanley Milgram's six degrees of separation theory, he can contact anyone in the world through seven people. With such a large number of relatives and friends, does that mean that everyone in the world is his friend?
In this way, when he sees someone on the street and wants to kill him, does he have to ask if there is anyone, he knows in the other person's household registration book before considering whether to do it?
He is too lazy to be responsible for so many people. He has few friends, okay?
After these words were spoken, it was Stark's turn to turn silent.
After taking a look at Kingpin, Stark repeated, "You should immediately persuade your subordinates not to commit crimes. They are not short of money anyway. If they want to have fun, they can spend money to do it legally. Don't interfere with my governance of the planet."
Ignoring the two people's nonsense, Kevin ordered: "My original phone is gone, remember to give me a new one with my number and address book, which would be a 1:1 replica."
"No problem." Fisk nodded and agreed, then said: "Mr. White, although you rule this planet, up to now, there has not been a grand celebration to celebrate your ascension."
"So, Rodriguez and I have discussed holding a formal celebration in 10 days to congratulate this planet for having the honor of being ruled by you."
"Celebration?" he looked at Fisk bending down humbly, thought for a moment and said,
"Okay, I'll be there then, but let's skip all the formalities of the celebration and just go straight to the small show. I don't want it to be too complicated."
"I will follow your orders." Kingpin said respectfully, and his flattering look made Stark curl his lips secretly.
"By the way, where is Rodriguez?" he suddenly asked curiously when he saw that there were only the two of them present here.
"Mr. President is running around for you now, preparing to give you a surprise when the time comes." Fisk said with a smile.
"Really? Then I look forward to his surprise." he nodded.
At this time, Stark on the side said: "I am not trying to discourage you. Although you have ruled most of the areas, there are still a small number of people who are resisting your rule and do not recognize your legitimacy."
"Isn't this something you should consider? Just send troops to wipe them out as soon as possible."
"If I have to do everything myself, then what do you guys need to do? I'm going to go out and play now."
He said this, and the next moment he disappeared with a loud bang echoing in the air.
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At the same time, in the yellow sand of the desert, an unconscious figure fell in the sand and slowly opened his eyes.
The unconscious man was Thor, the god of thunder who was banished by Odin. When he regained consciousness, he immediately shouted at the sky in panic: "Father, Heimdall, I know you can hear me, open the bridge quickly and send me back!"
He continued to roar towards the sky, but there was no sound. After ten minutes, he finally gave up, collapsed on the sand, and accepted the fact that he was abandoned.
"Da da da!"
At this moment, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out from the yellow sand in the distance, coming from far away and getting closer.
Thor looked up and saw a large group of people in uniforms exchanging gunfire in the distance. People were shot and fell continuously, and their blood dyed the sand red.
A few minutes later, one of the parties gained an overwhelming advantage and wiped-out dozens of people from the other team. Then, noticing Thor who was watching the whole process, they aimed their guns at him and asked, "Who are you? Are you in the same group as this group?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about. What rebels? And where is this place? Alfheim? Nornheim?"
"This is Mexico, we are the rebels against the white devil tyrannical rule." said one of them who looked like the captain.
Then he looked at Thor, who was big and strong but not very smart, and asked, "Who are you? How did you get here?"
"I'm Thor, the god of thunder. I was exiled to the netherworld by my father via the Rainbow Bridge." After Thor said this, he was immediately looked at as if he was a psycho.