Chapter 310 9 I Almost Believed It, if You Were Not Mazefak

Chapter 310 9. I almost believed it, if you were not Mazer Falkman

Old A is the famous Nick Fury, the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the best agent in the world, the spy leader, and a one-eyed bastard with a head full of shameful secrets.

A guy who is not likable but is indeed capable of forming a secret organization in the doomsday era.

Mason was not surprised by this.

According to his observation, Quint would hide in the Hope Council and constantly infiltrate subordinate organizations to secretly control more resources. This is completely the development of a spy agency.

And there are only a few spy organizations that can be mentioned in many parallel worlds.

However, Old A's frank attitude really caught Mason off guard. According to his idea, a guy like Old A who hides his head and shows his tail and is holding back to make trouble should be the kind of riddle man who speaks with a dozen twists and turns. How can he open his mouth like now and make the hidden conflicts between the two sides clear.

How can this be a discussion?

Change the environment and identity, you are here to mess things up. Hey, do you know how to negotiate?

Under Mason's strange gaze, the bald old black man snorted as if he guessed what he was thinking, took a sip of wine to moisten his throat, and said:

"It seems that you are not used to such a frank conversation, how about we change the way?

I will tell you a riddle and you will guess it, and then you will give me a riddle in return for me to guess, and finally waste all the time, so that those bastards who are always watching me can find my current position and send a hundred fully armed conquerors to invade here and blow us all up, okay?"

After such a spicy complaint, this guy put the wine glass in his hand on the table, snorted again, folded his arms and said:

"You smart people all have these bad habits, always feel that your superiors have eight hundred minds hidden in a black heart, and don't know how to do things if they don't make some conspiracies for you. .

But what is the reality?

In this situation, how can we have so much time to play tricks on each other? There is no benefit except destroying unity and wasting time.

I know that you must suspect that I gave you the A-level seat to split the relationship between you and Q.

But I just said that I really just wanted to do a favor.

As the rotating speaker, I still have a full day in office. There are many ways to split you. Why use such a trick that can be seen through at a glance?

So, please use your amazing wisdom in the right place, Mason. "

"That's what I said, but everyone who knows you knows that you are indeed the kind of person who can do bad things with a blink of an eye. After all, your reputation is well-known, and the more you know, the more wary you are. "

Mason didn't pretend anymore.

He spread his hands and said directly:

"Since I joined the Quint Club, every instruction from you has made people wonder. I don't want to doubt you, but your style is like this, how can I not doubt you?

You claim to put things on the right track, but if you look up and move forward, you will fall, Mr. Old A."

"You see, this is the difference in our philosophies. I guess this is the reason why you are angry. An idealist, huh, is really rare in this era."

Nick Fury sneered and said:

"You are the kind of kind-hearted person who can't bear to see others suffer, but I think it's not wrong to sacrifice a little for the future. Acceptable.

You can call me cold-blooded, of course.

But the fact is that if Quint does not take such measures and chooses to attack everywhere, it will be destroyed by others when it is just established.

Q helps you hide a lot of things.

It seems that you have won her over, but it doesn't matter.

I have never cared about people in the organization having their own ideas. As long as everyone is in the same direction, we can cooperate. I asked you to meet in person to make this clear.

Mason, you can have your own goals.

I won't interfere.

But your actions cannot be based on harming the interests of the organization.

The Osborne Tower thing was done very badly, that was a complete solo move!

But the Isu world was barely okay. I wanted to give you a warning by giving you a B-level promotion mission, but I admired your actions in the War World.

You are making progress.

Rapid progress.

This progress is obvious to all! The fact is that you can find a balance between your own goals and the interests of the organization so that both sides can benefit.

I admire such behavior and encourage such actions.

I am not here tonight to ask you to be more obedient, not to warn you, and I am not going to give you a warning. I am here to remind you to try to move your actions closer to this direction.

It is my duty as the leader to clean up the mess of the organization members.

But if you can give me something that satisfies me, then I will also smile when I rush to the toilet to hand you toilet paper."

"Can't you use a more decent metaphor?"

Captain Steve, who was standing next to the bald, one-eyed old black man, said awkwardly:

"Don't be so vulgar in front of young people. He is only eighteen years old and will learn bad things."

"You have seen what Mason did. Do you think such a person is really only eighteen years old?"

Nick Fury sneered and said:

"When I was eighteen, I was still thinking about how to get the fat girl in the same class. When you were eighteen, you ran all over the East Coast for a military certificate.

But what about him?

He has already been a savior more than once at the age of eighteen, so I think there is nothing wrong with my statement. Mason's children, who are heroes in their youth, will not care about this small abstract metaphor. "

Having said this, the bald old man shrugged his shoulders, leaned on the sofa and said to Mason:

"How about it? Can you accept my suggestion?"

“Apart from the fact that it’s hard to tell what’s true and what’s false, it really doesn’t sound that objectionable.”

Mason nodded.

Then he drank a glass of wine, put the glass on the table, and said calmly to Old A in front of him:

"I will destroy the Association of Stars!"

"no, you can not!"

Mason's words did not surprise Old A at all. He said calmly:

"We have to take control of it and transform it from a predatory and chaotic organization back to the efficient state it was when it was founded, and we have to unite all the worlds that still exist.

Only by pooling resources can great things be done!

If you really destroy it, it means that each world under the impact can only fight on its own, and in that case, the chance of everyone surviving is smaller than zero. "

"No, I have to destroy it."

Mason shook his head stubbornly and said:

“Its existence has become the most stubborn cancer in the dark ages, and it will not make things better.

It will only push the already cruel doomsday era into an even crazier zero-sum game.

Do you want to transform it?

You think beautifully!

I don't doubt your skill or your abilities.

The problem is that there is not that much time for you to adjust the structure. By the time you really turn it into the organization you want, the impact may have already reached the seventh round.

And how many worlds will we have left to survive at that time?

Does this make sense? "

"Of course I can't do it on my own! I'm not an eighteen-year-old savior."

Nick Fury crossed his legs, rolled his eyes and said:

"That's why the Quint Society was created. With your help, it became possible to take charge of the Star Society in a short period of time. Let me reiterate, what I want is not a parallel world where we are suspicious of each other!

Let me tell you more as an elder.

Regarding the change in philosophy of the Council of Hope.

All the actions you have seen so far are based on a cruel logic. As long as there are even-numbered worlds in the parallel world system, the impact events will not stop.

But if there is only one earth and one plane left in the entire system, then this disaster will end in vain.

After all, even the will of the universe cannot make us destroy ourselves, so they drive the stars to continuously explore, develop and pollute.

They formed the Cleaners who continued to conquer, destroy and devastate.

Everything is for the ultimate and simplest goal, that is, only the strongest world can survive in the end.

This is a very simple idea, but there is no reason to refute it. The most ironic thing is that the conclusion drawn from this simple thinking can be recognized by more people.

Everyone feels that as long as their world receives enough resources from the early conquests, they will have the opportunity to bet on who will be the last survivor.

Mason, tell me, do you see the biggest problem with this theory? "

Faced with this question, Mason was silent for a moment and said:

"Only one world can survive by stepping on the dead bones of other worlds. As the impact deepens, no one will think about unity and will only use all their wisdom and strength to ensure that the other party is killed."

"Yes, this is it! Dark Forest"

Old A narrowed his eyes and leaned forward to look at Mason. His tone became gentler and he said:

"I want to re-establish communication, Mason. If you want to avoid mutual destruction and establish cooperation with wary strangers, you must be able to communicate.

Only good communication can avoid conflicts.

This is the original intention of the Hope Council and the Stars Association.

You can ask Q.

In the first few years, we accomplished this goal very efficiently, especially the feat of moving thousands of worlds at once during Second Impact.

That is the victory of this ‘communication concept’.

The collision of two worlds does not mean that both sides must become enemies. With cooperation, both sides can survive the disaster and accumulate strength to help more people in need.

However, I hope that the council is not just what I say. My bastard colleagues obviously prefer power. I watched helplessly as the self-help organization founded by me became an accomplice of destruction in a short period of time.

They don't want to waste time talking to weak people.

They believe that only the alliance of the strong can resist the brutal impact.

They believe that instead of letting those low-level worlds be destroyed by natural disasters, it is better for us to seize useful resources to strengthen ourselves.

This idea cannot be wrong.

It is just too rough and will lead to quite serious consequences. The conflicts and infighting that are gradually breaking out within the Council are the consequences of being rough.

However, the stars will be the key to controlling resources, and whoever controls them will have more say.

Once the Quint Council takes the lead in resource allocation, even if those guys who have become cruel don't want to, they will have to sit down and listen to us.

I don't want to see all the earth fighting to the death for a quota.

You don't want to see this result either.

But only if we stand high enough, our words will have enough weight and someone will listen!

The stars will not be destroyed!

It is the source of chaos, but it is also the key to unlocking problems, like a weapon! There is no good or evil in weapons, it all depends on whose hands it is in the hands of. "

These words silenced Mason.

It's not like he couldn't think of this level.

But he felt that Old A's idea was a bit too ideal. Just when both parties fell silent, member No. 3 Steve Rogers, who had been standing next to him, suddenly said:

"Actually, Mason, if you want us to follow your advice, it's not impossible if you want us to help you destroy the Star Council."

"Um?"

Mason looked up at the captain.

The latter took off his sunglasses to reveal his blue eyes. There was a scar on his left eye that looked very hideous.

He said to Mason:

"I don't really agree with Fury's idea, but the problem is that we don't have a better choice now, old K.

What matters is not following whose plan, nor whether the Council of Stars should exist.

What's important is not a battle of ideas.

You can question and object, but you can’t just criticize!

You have to come up with something.

Mason, if you had a plan that would make sure the stars would be destroyed, but still make a bad situation good and perfect.

And that plan has certain executability.

Then believe me, Nick Fury and all his naive ideas will be thrown into the trash in an instant, and everyone will rally around you! "

"Yes, that's it."

Old A picked up the wine glass without any psychological pressure and squeezed his remaining eye at Mason.

He said in a gentle tone:

"I said as soon as we met that I allow members of the organization to have their own goals and plans. The Quint Society has always been a highly inclusive organization.

I don’t engage in one-note speeches.

If you can come up with a more feasible plan, I will definitely support you with both hands raised and I am willing to give you the position of leader and become your number one loyal dog.

I will chop off the head of anyone who dares to oppose you!

The issue is.

Mason, do you have a plan? Do you have a solution? "

The office became quiet again. After Old A drank the wine in his hand, the bald and one-eyed old black man stood up and said to Mason:

"You see, except for the disagreement about whether to destroy the Star Club, our current general direction is the same, so we can continue to cooperate, but remember the reminder I just gave you, Old K.

You can try to save everyone, and I'd love to see them survive.

Anyway, I don’t need to think of a solution, but when you come to me to wipe your ass, remember to give me something that can make me happy.

This is the correct model of ‘cooperation’. "

"You just said that as long as I come up with a better solution than your naive idea, the entire Quint Society will listen to me?"

Mason raised his head and looked at Nick Fury.

He said:

"Would you like to create a document?"

"Mazefak! All the words I just said were in vain, right? You stinky kid!"

Old A's eyes widened, and he waved his hands angrily, but finally reached out and took out a notebook from his cool leather jacket, glared at Mason fiercely, wrote a line of words, and signed himself name.

He handed the notebook to Steve Rogers next to him. The captain also looked at Mason and signed his name.

Then, the bald old Black Fuckman tore off the piece of paper and handed it to Mason, saying:

"I'm waiting for you to come up with a solution, but hurry up. If you can't do it before the fourth impact occurs, then just listen to me honestly.

OK? "

"make a deal."

Mason looked at the paper in his hand that was actually written in black and white.

He pursed his lips, stood up, and walked the two of them to the door, saying:

"I won't send you away. My reputation here is not very good. Once I step out of the top floor, it will be felt immediately."

“Less trouble, more work.”

Lao Hei walked slowly towards the elevator entrance with his hands behind his back like an old leader. He said:

"Q is a simple girl, don't use her to do bad things. You know, I asked her to exercise restraint in the Stars Association not because I want to use her as a puppet.

The hatred in her heart is terrible, and something will definitely happen once it is released.

You'd better take it easy. "

Mason watched Old A and No. 3 disappear into the elevator.

He took a deep breath and returned to the office. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the silent Gotham. He was a little irritated and wanted to pop out a cigarette for entertainment.

As a result, as soon as he took out Dumbledore's Deluminator and prepared to light it, a strong wind blew behind him, and a flash of silver light suddenly appeared.

Mason turned around suddenly and shouted to the person who was about to rush over from the gap:

"Don't! Go back! Come in through the door!"

But it was too late.

Hunter Ciri rushed over in a hurry. This act of forcibly breaking through the demiplane supported by the Eye of the Starry Sky was regarded as an invasion, which immediately triggered a counterattack by the alien god.

Before Xili could rush in, a black light accurately hit the flashing silver light.

Miss Hunter let out a scream, and after failing to cross the border, she was thrown into a dispersed stream of light. Mason rushed over without even thinking about putting on the Isu Shroud.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the broken time and space rift.

The energy shock poured back made the place a mess in the office. Fortunately, Ciri did not actually complete the invasion in the end, so the Starry Sky Eye's counterattack was not so fatal.

When Mason rubbed his head and climbed up, he saw Ciri with a bleeding nose lying on the ground, grabbing his wrist and screaming:

"Why didn't you inform me in advance when you met him here! Are you crazy? That guy always carries more than one Infinity Stone with him.

As long as he has any idea, you're done."

"Snap"

Mason pulled out the wood chips that were rubbing his face and stuck in the wall, and said to the embarrassed hunter in front of him:

"Old A didn't kill me, but you almost sent me to hell. I know you are a good leader who cares about your subordinates, but next time, can you please use a more gentle way?

Besides, it's not that I don't want to inform you, aren't you on a business trip?

You don't answer the phone, and you don't reply to the letter.

I can't contact you even if I want to."