Marvel's Great Old Ones

"You said Brian came to see me this morning. What happened to him?" The man's somewhat surprised voice came from the other end of the phone.

After receiving a call from Li Mo, Li Xiu mentioned Brian's visit this morning.

"It's nothing. I just want to ask something about the Hand and the Union. I happen to know a little bit about it and I've already told him. By the way, why are you calling?"

Li Mo is now sitting in the Jishitang headquarters office handling affairs. He said: "I took a look at the situation in Hell's Kitchen during this period and found some things. I thought you would come to Jishitang and ask for your opinion."

"Blind student, what brilliant points have you discovered that you still need to ask for my opinion?" Because he was a little unclear about the situation, Li Xiu joked a few words

"Uh... After checking the situation, I found that those who have been causing trouble recently are small gangs from the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen, and the slightly larger gangs are waiting and watching."

"Which gangster who is still hanging around in Hell's Kitchen doesn't know that our Jishitang is reshaping the situation in Hell's Kitchen. Those guys don't have the courage and strength to compete with Jishitang."

"Those small forces are not as valuable as those larger gangs, so as long as there is a chance to strengthen their power, those guys dare to fight hard."

"I seriously doubt that those guys have someone behind them to openly expand in Hell's Kitchen, completely ignoring the existence of our Jishi Hall."

Li Mo talked there for a long time. After listening for a long time, Li Xiu only heard one sentence. Those little gangsters dared to cause chaos despite Ji Shitang because someone was behind it.

"Then what are you going to do?" Li Xiu wanted to hear Ji Shi Tang's thoughts.

"My idea is to kill the chickens as a warning to the monkeys. I'll kill a few of the instigators first. Then I can see if I can find out the people behind the plan who don't know what they are planning."

"Then go ahead and implement it. Why are you calling me? Jishi Hall is yours, not mine." Li Xiu said impatiently.

"I just want to ask what you think. Moreover, although those small gangs lack various resources and connections, they do not lack weapons and manpower. Aren't I afraid that Jishitang's manpower will suffer some big losses?"

"Right now Jishitang is still preparing for rapid expansion. We can't afford to lose the first manpower. I want you to do it. After all, you should be more qualified to do this kind of thing."

"I don't have much idea," Li Xiu shook his head indifferently and said, "But I still know something. A force cannot be supported by one person alone."

Li Xiu dislikes that the development of Jishitang relies too much on his ability. If things go on like this, he will be protecting Jishitang instead of Jishitang bringing him various benefits.

Li Mo smiled helplessly. It's not that he didn't understand this, but now Jishi Hall is in a period of rapid expansion and development, and there are too few manpower, especially those who can be trusted.

"It's not just that the situation in New York is too chaotic right now and there's no real development at all. There's nothing I can do about it."

"Right now, there is a shortage of manpower in Jishitang. To replenish the manpower, we rely on online recruitment. We lack a large number of trustworthy managers. If we expand blindly, Jishitang's power will be nothing more than nothing."

Li Xiu waved his hand to stop Li Mo's tirade, and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, didn't you say you wanted me to help? Send the information about those forces to my phone."

"Okay, no problem. Just check and I'll send it to your email."

"By the way, do you have any ideas or requirements about the treatment plan?"

"Idea? Request?" Li Mo was a little confused.

"It's about what are the requirements for dealing with those small forces, such as time, methods, etc." Li Xiu explained a few words.

"The method is not very noteworthy, but in terms of time, it is best to do it after we send the notice, so that we can find the person who caused the trouble."

Jishitang had already discussed the development requirements of Hell's Kitchen with those Hell's Kitchen gangsters at the last meeting.

One of them probably means that when New York cannot calm down, internal fighting is prohibited and priority is given to chopping off those claws that have penetrated Hell's Kitchen.

Some of the turbulent gangs even violated the time limit for gang activities set by Ji Shitang.

Ji Shitang, who was slapped in the face, must now find a way to maintain his dignity, that is, he must kill those idiots who are not smart.

"By the way, Li Mo, do you have any thoughts about the Hand and the Jin Bin remnants?" Li Xiu looked at the information and asked at the other end of the phone.

"What? We just need to stabilize the situation now. Do you have any ideas?" Li Mo answered carefully while looking at the ledger sent below.

"No, it just feels too slow. You are still too careful and have not truly adapted to what development under extraordinary power is."

Li Xiu stood in the church, looking at the statue called Azathoth in front of him, his tone was a little strange.

On the other side, when he heard that Li Xiu was dissatisfied with the slow development of Jishi Hall, Li Mo straightened his body and asked curiously: "It sounds like you have any new ideas."

"That's right," Li Xiu suddenly pressed his hand on the base of the statue and slowly pulled out a twisting black substance.

"I suddenly felt boring and too calm. I felt like I was going to turn into a rotten old guy."

Li Xiu put the black thread like an insect in his hand on his forehead, and the black thread slowly crawled from his eyes into his brain.

Li Mo listened to Li Xiu's voice opposite and suddenly felt something was wrong. He asked tentatively: "What do you mean by calm?"

"Oh, I just had a lot of fun, and I suddenly realized that I seemed to have changed since I came to Marvel!"

Li Xiu used his right hand hard, as if pulling a heavy object, and with difficulty pulled out something with six colors from his forehead.

The black thread just now was like a hook, hooking the colored thread out of his brain.

"Marvel, what do you mean?" Li Mo's voice was a little forced.

"Marvel, Marvel is the name of this world and this universe, what else can it mean?"

Li Xiu said nonchalantly, and used his right hand to exert force. The two threads froze for a moment, and invisible cracks spread and turned into fly ash and were annihilated in the space.

Li Xiu smiled and wrote down the addresses of those small forces, and said to Li Mo on the other side of the phone, "I'm going to deal with those people. Remember our cooperation. I will deal with those who cause problems. You can be a shield."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone before Li Mo could speak, and several waves of black mist began to flow into the church.

……

Mark is an agent, a field agent affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D., and he and two colleagues take turns monitoring the church opposite in a residential building.

I usually don't have much work. I just watch people coming and going across the street, and record the yellow man's comings and goings.

The yellow guy was taken very seriously in the bureau. Although he looked ordinary, he had never underestimated that guy.

When he went to take the mission, the superior did not prepare any powerful new weapons for them, but only gave them three ordinary revolvers, saying that they were used to commit suicide, so that they could suffer less.

The three people who had seen some photos of the scene had no objections and just took the revolver as if they were sacrificing themselves.

Three screens and twenty-seven monitors are all his work content, and he usually treats it as watching TV.

After taking notes, he is just an ordinary bald and fat man.

Homelike activities such as watching online dramas, playing games, and eating high-calorie snacks take up most of his day.

The job he mentioned to the outside world was to take network engineering orders at home and work as a stay-at-home IT migrant worker. The other two colleagues were his friends in the same studio.

Three men weighing more than 300 pounds live in this three-bedroom apartment, and they go out to get takeout every day. Even the garbage is collected together and thrown out every Monday.

Today, he took over the work of his colleague as usual. The other person returned to the room directly after putting down his work. After a while, a strange sound came from that room.

Not surprised, Mark sat down in front of the monitor, turned on his mobile phone and browsed online jokes, only looking up from time to time to check the monitoring situation.

The surveillance target was still in the church. From the surveillance camera through the glass window, it was barely possible to tell who he was talking to on the phone.

"Haha, that idiot, how can you eat dry ice?" Mark made a happy pig noise after seeing a funny Internet joke.

"What are you looking at? It's so funny." A faint voice sounded in the man's ear.

"Watching a funny video, I'm laughing so hard..." Mark's laughter suddenly choked. Now one of the two colleagues was sleeping and the other was comforting himself. Who was speaking now.

He slowly raised his head and suddenly saw a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Hello, Mr. Peeper," the yellow man waved with a kind smile on his face.

"Ah ah ah -" Mark, a 300-pound fat man, suddenly let out a harsh and unpleasant scream.

Li Xiu suddenly reached out and grabbed the fat man's throat, making him feel like a cat being strangled by fate's neck, and his voice suddenly stopped.

After a while, agents are still agents after all, especially agents of SHIELD. Mark did not agree rashly, but looked around to see what was different.

"Are you from S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Li Xiu said with certainty. He stayed nearby and stayed up all day and night, all monitoring cameras. What are you if he's not an agent? .

"Who are you?" Mark calmed down, and the hand holding his throat was slowly withdrawn. But he held back at the time and didn't really admit whether he was a SHIELD agent or not.

"I want to see your director." Li Xiu said straight to the point.

"You want to see our director?" Mark was a little confused.

"Yes, but not now..."

[Author's digression]: This is my first update today. I want to change my writing style. The original one has slowly fallen into the quagmire and the plot is getting more and more delayed, so I want to change it.

Also thank you Meng Xiuli for your support.