Yes, Your Majesty."
Qinuo thought for a moment, and added the permission to freely leave Hell to Shadow's authority over Hell.
"Call me Young Master from now on. Notify me if anything comes up."
"Yes, Young Master."
Shadow's lips curled up uncontrollably, and a light of surprise instantly bloomed in her originally calm eyes. She knew in her heart that Qinuo giving her such authority meant he truly considered her one of his own.
Back in the real World, the sunlight outside had already softened, indicating that it was afternoon. Coulson had also left early, presumably rushing back to report today's astonishing gains.
Frank also didn't stop for a moment, hurrying to prepare for recruiting people and transporting supplies to Hell. With so many things to do, he even pulled Banner in to help.
Qinuo looked at Venom and Pamela, a meaningful smile on his face, and said, "It's getting late, let's rest quickly!"
Pamela and Venom exchanged glances, then playfully rolled their eyes at Qinuo. They, of course, knew his little intentions.
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"Director, I'm back." Coulson strode into the office, placing a tablet on Director Fury's desk and handing him a document.
Director Fury's face was grim, his eyes fixed on the tablet's screen. The hordes of demons and the powerful demon kings in Hell, as well as the intelligence about making contracts with demons, all made his expression increasingly serious.
"Wait, what is this saying?" Director Fury suddenly asked.
On the screen, Qinuo was explaining the origin of Hell, but what was playing was a language he couldn't understand at all.
Coulson also felt something was off; what he was hearing was exactly the same as before.
After thinking for a moment, he picked up the document, compared it with the previously recorded information, and pointed to a line of text, saying, "Director, what do you see?"
"I don't see anything, a blank space, Coulson, what's going on?" Director Fury frowned. He knew Coulson was always reliable and wouldn't make such a low-level mistake.
Coulson already had a guess in his heart and said, "Director, I can only say that those myths are true."
Director Fury's pupils constricted. He instantly understood. Hell was given by a god, and there was no need to say who could have such a grand gesture.
Director Fury remained silent for a long time, then took out a pager, but after hesitating, he put it back down.
This pager could call Captain Marvel, but given the current situation, even if she came, she might not be of much use.
"Coulson, do you think what he said is credible? A demon king doesn't want to rule the World, but instead wants to transform Hell." Director Fury's gaze was deep, his tone full of doubt.
"I think we can believe him; he was also human before," Coulson said. If one didn't consider Qinuo's identity as a demon king, he felt like a very polite person.
"Moreover, we can only believe it; Earth has no power to stop him," Coulson added, his expression serious.
Director Fury pondered, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk. "Coulson, you continue to contact him openly. I will send people to join him covertly. If we can obtain the power of demons..."
"Yes, Director." Coulson finished his report, then turned and walked towards the door.
As he reached the door, Director Fury's voice came. "For humanity, you've worked hard, Coulson."
"It's not hard, Director."
Coulson slightly turned his body to respond, then firmly left the office.
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DC World
In the DC World, Qinuo wandered through the vast snowy mountains. If you ask why he came to this World? The reason is simple—he ran out of money.
In the Marvel Universe, he spent his days happily playing games with Pamela and Venom, and occasionally teasing Gwen when she came over.
He fully enjoyed all kinds of delicious food, drove cool sports cars, and traveled everywhere. This kind of life was something he couldn't even dream of in his previous life.
However, a piece of bad news arrived: his fifty million U.S. dollars had dwindled to only five million.
There was nothing he could do. To realize his paradise plan, he recruited people, bought various materials and machines, and even bought land to start a company. This amount of money was simply not enough.
Although he still had the twenty percent stake in Stark Industries to rely on, the entire Hell transformation project required enormous resources and manpower.
Hell had no profitable specialties.
He had to go out and make money.
Whose money is the most?
The wealthy.
What do they like most?
Life.
So he set his sights on the Lazarus Pit.
The famous resurrection pool in DC, delaying aging and restoring youth, all of these can be achieved.
There's just a slight side effect, but it's not a big problem. There are plenty of cheating scientists in Marvel and DC; let them improve it.
If not, it can be diluted.
Qinuo only brought Venom this time to DC. Pamela was busy cultivating plants with stronger vitality to adapt to Hell's environment.
"We're here." Qinuo looked at the castle on the mountaintop, which was the location of the Assassin Alliance.
He looked at the snow in front of him and said, "Can you please inform your leader for me?"
...
No answer.
"Let me do it later, I haven't moved in a long time," Venom's voice echoed in Qinuo's mind.
"Haven't I given you enough exercise?" Qinuo quipped.
"Do you believe I'll give you a shot right now?" Venom threatened.
"Forget it, we have serious business now," Qinuo quickly said. He knew how bold Venom was in that regard.
Qinuo continued to walk forward. When he was halfway there, a series of dark figures suddenly leaped out of the snow.
Assassins in White ninja suits instantly surrounded Qinuo. Without a word, a volley of throwing knives shot over.
"I gave you a chance."
As soon as Qinuo finished speaking, black Venom instantly covered his body, blocking the throwing knives.
Seeing that the throwing knives were useless, these assassins unhesitatingly drew their katanas and charged forward like a White whirlwind, without the slightest fear in their eyes.
Upon seeing this, Venom let out a cold laugh. Her fists, carrying a sharp whoosh, struck out swiftly.
With a few dull thuds, the assassins who rushed forward were instantly sent flying.
Their bodies arced through the air, accompanied by the crisp sound of breaking bones, and slammed heavily into the snow, sending up large splashes of snowflakes.
The once pristine White snow was instantly stained red with blood, intertwining with the flying snowflakes to form a cruel yet shocking scene.
Venom easily dealt with the assassins while complaining, "I don't understand, what era is this, and they're still using cold weapons?"
Qinuo responded, "It should be for plot purposes, otherwise, no matter how strong Batman is, how could he fight an Assassin Alliance armed entirely with rifles?"
Venom snorted, "This setting is too stupid, I really don't know what these guys are thinking." Saying that, she punched another charging assassin away.
One even tried to restrain Venom's movements with a chain, but Venom ripped him over and punched his head off.