Imagine, if you were sitting in front of the computer now and were suddenly sealed in time, and in the blink of an eye, 20 years had passed. How would you feel?
Completely different living habits, completely different social forms, completely different perceptions and values. As soon as you open the door, you will see cars floating in the air, people wearing messy clothes, drinking something you can't imagine at all, eating liquid food, or even worse. As soon as you open the door, you will find a wasteland in front of you. It turns out that the world has been destroyed by nuclear war.
Therefore, time is always the cruelest thing. Except for time itself, any mystery is unbearable for ordinary people.
The four Winter Soldiers who woke up from their sleep were faced with this dilemma, but it was still okay. Although the world was developing rapidly, at least 20 years were not enough to completely destroy their perception of society.
"So how long are they going to occupy the TV?"
Catherine and Emma hid on the second floor and peeked at the four weirdos sitting in the living room. They sat on the sofa in a very serious military posture, watching the scientific and educational program on the TV. It was about the destruction of the Soviet Union and the major events of 20 years. They were almost motionless except for eating and drinking water.
"They are just like robots!"
Clarice ran out of her blue portal and stood with her good friends. Looking at the four people below, she said curiously, "Where did they come from?"
Catherine replied triumphantly, "They were rescued by me.
It is said that they are super soldiers of the former Soviet Union. They have been frozen for 20 years, almost the same as the unlucky Captain America. Alas, no, Captain America is even more unlucky. That guy has been frozen for 70 years! "
"Super soldiers …"
Clarice's face was a little ugly. She and her brother almost died in the cage of Stryker's Super Weapon Project, which made the girl have no good feelings about these experiments, so she quickly lost interest and ran into the portal with Emma and Catherine:
"Come with me to pick up Martha, she is going back to Gotham today."
Girls' focus was always so mysterious, especially when three girls were chatting together. You would never know what their next topic would be. However, for men who were more focused, they had to consider things more comprehensively. Women and children could be careless, but men could never be careless.
"The world is changing … We've been abandoned."
The female Winter Warrior lowered her head and said sadly, "While we were asleep, everything changed. How many things have we missed?"
"But we also got what we always wanted …"
The tallest Slavic warrior clenched his fist. "Freedom!"
He looked at his brothers, and the other two silent male warriors also looked at him. "No one will hypnotize us, no one will force us to do those dirty things, no one will pay attention to us, and no one will capture us for experiments … Brothers and sisters, we are free."
"No, we didn't …"
The female warrior raised her head and looked at the leader. Her eyes swept behind her, and the other warriors immediately understood what she meant. The tall leader rubbed the stubble that had just grown out, and he whispered:
"In the past three days, you and I have seen the rough outline of this organization called the Devil Gang. They occupy one-third of the city, and we can be sure that they have other territories. At the very least, they have a complete weapon production chain and a reliable sales channel. I noticed that there are large ships transporting people in and out of the city every day. Their destination is Mexico. Khufu, what's going on in Mexico recently?"
The warrior named Khufu seemed to be the oldest of the four. When he heard the leader's question, he whispered:
"There is a war there. It is said that the Mutants want to build their own country there, and if I'm not mistaken, it should be The Devil Gang supporting them from behind, providing them with weapons and training."
"So, it seems that our new boss is very ambitious."
The female warrior smiled playfully and looked at the leader. "He won't let us leave just like that. We can't beat him, and we need an identity to integrate into the current society. He is facing a war, and he said that he needs our tactical brains. So, he plans to send us to Mexico to fight? It sounds good, but it is always the same old thing. I was worried that he would send us to do other things … "
"You mean, we will accept the job?"
The leader closed his eyes slightly as if he was considering this suggestion. A moment later, he opened his eyes. "It seems that there is indeed no other way. However, I am more curious about the fact that there are only four of us here … Buggy, where is Buggy?"
"No one knows."
The female warrior shook her head. "Even when the missions were the most frequent, he was separated from us. That guy has secrets, and the instructors seemed to value him very much. Do you know what I mean? It is not the kind of value that is valued in combat. I have always thought that he should be used as a sacrifice for some conspiracy … Tsk, how pitiful. "
"Everyone, why don't you include me in such a heated discussion?"
Saber's voice came from the living room. He intimately hugged Felicity's waist and walked out of the room. When the lady saw the stranger in front of her, she immediately slapped Saber's hand away. Her face was flushed, but she was still pulled to the sofa by Saber. She placed her laptop on the table and picked out a few pictures.
"The Buggy you are talking about, is it him?"
What was shown on the screen was Dong Bing, who was ordered by Hydra to attack Gotham and was almost killed by Seiber. Although he was wearing a half-face armor, he was still recognized by the remaining people at a glance.
"That's him! Buggy! Code Number 5 … It seems that he got out of the ice earlier than us. Where is he? "
The most talkative female warrior asked. Saber hugged Felicity, and a trace of malice flashed in his eyes. "He did not get out of the ice earlier than you. In fact, he was never frozen. He is now working for Hydra. Have you heard of this organization?"
"Of course!"
The Slavic warrior smiled and turned the computer, zooming in on Buggy's profile picture. A trace of ferocity flashed across his valiant face. "An old enemy. I did not expect our companion to start serving the enemy … He really … deserves to die!"
"So, accept my employment?"
Seiber flicked the cigarette ash in his hand and patted the bespectacled lady's waist. The latter rolled her eyes at him and walked into her room with her laptop. When there were only five people left in the living room, Seiber asked directly, "What about you?
"I gave you three days to think about it. What's the result?"
The four warriors looked at each other. Finally, the Slavic warrior spoke.
"In the current situation, we have decided to accept your employment! Just like those mercenary groups, we will fight for you during the employment period! "
"Very good!"
Saber snapped his fingers, and four silver-gray metal pillars rose in front of him. Four Soul Stones of different shapes and colors were placed at the top of the pillars. The sisters, Angela and Isabella, wearing unknown white robes, also broke through the space and appeared behind Saber. The leader of The Devil Gang crossed his fingers and looked at the four people in front of him.
"Then make a contract. I will give you the best weapons, the best soldiers, and the highest authority. The employment period … 300 years. As collateral, I want your … soul!"
"Are … are you kidding me!"
The female Winter Warrior stood up abruptly, but the next moment, Santos's dagger was pressed against her neck. The cold killing intent from behind made the female warrior's body stiffen in an instant.
"I know what you're thinking …"
Saber slowly took out four test tubes of liquid shining with a purple luster from his sandalwood fan and four special magic emblems. He placed them next to the Soul Stones in front of him. He raised his ten fingers and covered his chin slightly.
"Don't worry. After the real strengthening is completed, 300 years is just a trivial experience for you. As for the soul, this is the necessary collateral to make us trust each other."
"You see, I don't know your names yet, but it doesn't matter. I will give you better names … names that you deserve."
"My Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse … welcome to … The Devil Gang!"
— — —
Far away in Mexico, the land that had been poisoned by chaos had a different kind of order. In the central mansion of Mexico City, every order of the new government that controlled a quarter of the land was sent out from here. With the help of convenient network communication, every inch of the land was transmitted to every inch of the land.
In this not-so-gorgeous building, all kinds of people walked around. They served the new regime that was about to emerge in this land. Most of them were mutants who came from all corners of the world. They were the elites of the mutants who were giving their all for a long and illusory dream.
And that dream seemed to be close at hand.
"Why do you think I, the leader of a gang, sit here and start dealing with these things?"
The two-faced man Harvey Dent played with a silver coin in his hand and said to Lewis who was sitting on the sofa, "Dealing with case files every day, then dealing with drug dealers every day, and now dealing with these messy things every day. The trajectory of life is so mysterious. You never know what will come next … but this feeling is really hard to accept."
Lewis did not listen to the complaints of this neurotic boss. He held a stack of documents in his hands, glanced at them, and signed them. His hands, which had been used to fighting and killing, seemed to have gotten used to holding a pen in an invisible period of time.
"The war at the frontline is not going well … The third mutant army suffered a crushing defeat yesterday. They were beaten out of the city by the drug dealers using street fighting. I am now beginning to suspect that the drug dealers have received help from other countries. They would not have used such tactics in the past."
Lewis raised his head and looked at Harvey who closed his eyes and basked in the sun. He said softly,
"Anarak at the frontline reported that he felt that the enemy was a group of experienced soldiers. The mutants are very brave, but it is indeed difficult to fight."
"What can I do?"
Harvey flipped the coin in his hand and it fell on the table. He glanced at it and said, "Oh, tails. We still can't ask for help. That's bad. I don't know how to fight. But, what do you say, why don't we just blow up the city?"
After saying that, without waiting for Lewis to answer, Harvey threw the coin again. The result was still tails. He held the terrifying face and wailed,
"Oh my god, this won't work, that won't work …"
"Ding Dong"
The phone rang. Harvey waved his finger and the phone floated in front of him. Ever since Saber taught him Soul Magic, he learned quickly. In fact, with the mana in his body now, he could easily heal his injuries. But for some reason, he didn't do so.
Harvey Dent seemed to be used to living in this two-faced form.
"Eh … Saber said that he sent the best officers to take charge of the frontline battle … and they will be here soon."
As he spoke, a dark green portal opened in front of Harvey and Lewis. It was a typical demonic teleportation spell. It was crude and simple, but ordinary people couldn't withstand the pressure brought by this thing, so it could only be provided for people who had been strengthened.
"Pa"
Black military boots stepped through the air and appeared in the office. The moment they landed on the ground, a clear footprint appeared on the marble floor. A petite Russian beauty walked out of the portal. She wore a special black combat uniform and looked full of a heroic spirit. She looked at the two people beside her and finally fixed her eyes on Harvey.
A dark green light flashed in her eyes.
"Pa"
With a standard military salute, she said loudly, "Frontline Commander Mr. Harvey Dent, I am here on Mr. Saber's orders to support the Mexican battlefield and take over the command of the troops!"
"Oh … You are?"
Harvey was stunned. With his sharp senses, he felt a trace of danger from the woman in front of him like a poisonous snake. When she appeared, the surrounding air seemed to become sticky and scorching.
"You can call me … Pestilence."
The Russian beauty smiled sweetly, but this smile, coupled with the dark green gas flowing from her fingertips, made Harvey couldn't help but push back his chair. This was a very dangerous person.
"But I received news that there should be four of you …"
Harvey asked again. Pestilence shrugged.
"Death, War, and Famine have gone to the frontline. I am here to take over the command. Now, please hand over the command of the troops to us … Forgive me for being blunt, Mr. Harvey, in my opinion, the tactical attack and defense you have done before is a mess. The frontline troops need a complete overhaul from the beginning to the end."
"Oh, okay, okay."
Harvey flipped a coin and it was heads. He decisively entered a message into the computer in front of him and transferred the frontline command. After doing all this, Pestilence nodded with satisfaction. She leaped onto the balcony not far away and turned back to Harvey and Lewis with a sweet smile. She flirtatiously blew them a kiss, and said, "You're right. You're right. You're right.
"Wait for the news of our victory, little cuties."
After saying that, she jumped down from the balcony. The next moment, a roar that was enough to make an ordinary person scream rang out in the air. A creature covered in dark green scales, like a dragon in western stories, flapped its wings and dragged a dark green gas illusion in the air. It carried Pestilence and flew into the distant sky. It was at least 20 meters long, and when it spread its wings, it projected a terrifying phantom on the ground.
Harvey stood on the balcony that had been corroded beyond recognition by the poisonous gas. He looked at the figure of the knight disappearing into the sky and flicked the coin in his hand with interest.
"Oh … Saber's Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse … Sounds good."
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