The iron hook with red paint at the end was squeezed between two wooden boards, and the lever principle was used to pry several iron nails stained with dripping rust from the hole, making a "bang" sound. On the silent dock at night, the pungent water surface with black oil stains flashed, reflecting the lights projected from the tall buildings in the distance. There was no starlight or moonlight here, and everything was hidden in the darkness, like a desert abandoned in the city. Only the flashlight that kept shaking in the dilapidated container quickly passed through the road, the wet ground and the constant noise of the nails making a gunshot sound when pulling out shows that this is not a real wilderness.

Although the recipient's contact information is written in spray paint on the wooden coffin, due to logistics stagnation, the item has been staying in the container at the dock. Perhaps in a few days, the owner of the dock will auction the things in the container, giving those who hope to buy high and sell low and have the fantasy of getting rich.

This is the territory under the jurisdiction of Japanese gangs in New York, which is why he had to come here instead of booking and picking up goods. The fuse of the gang war in New York was that Fisker Wilson encountered trouble from the Homeland Security Bureau. Some forces believed that they could get rid of Jinbing's control, so that some orders from different gangs were no longer circulated. Now that the real consignee of this wooden coffin came here, he did not intend to collect goods through legal means, but instead sneaked in on this unmanned night and the opportunity of the wharf administrator's wife having children, and took away his own goods without anyone else's knowledge.

The advantage of the information age is that you can track logistics information at any time.

"I thought you would be dismantled into a pile of scrap iron."

Nick Fury whistled softly and swept the humanoid contents piled on dry straw in the wooden coffin - the Life-Model Decoy project built in his shape - now the bionic skin of the precision mechanical and plastic skin has been cut open, the polyethylene bionic muscle fibers and complex electronic devices on the chest, abdomen and under the neck are completely exposed, and data interfaces and silver gray are completely exposed to the air.

Tarui skillfully took out an instrument the size of a mobile phone, inserted the data cable extended from the instrument into the data interface on Life-Model Decoy's chest, and began to read the data. He could not find the GPS satellite location data, but he found a file he had never seen before, and the title of the file indicated that this was what he wanted. The existence of this document confirmed his conjecture and also represented the bottom line that the emperor showed when he used Life-Model Decoy to test his secular identity.

Erasing GPS satellite positioning data prevented it from being evidence, and was willing to cooperate to give information from the Dark Clan fleet, indicating that the emperor was unwilling to care about his exploration of the secular identity of "Salomon". However, Life-Model Decoy, whose bionic skin was stripped off, said that the emperor did not tolerate him performing similar behavior again, just like the one who stuffed the cut horse head into the director's quilt in the movie "The Godfather", which is a warning.

Nick Fury is not a ignorant person, he is willing to accept warnings.

This time, Life-Model Decoy was peeled off, so the next time he was stripped off was his own skin. He had seen the emperor skinning himself when interrogating drug dealers in the past as a threat, and even caused some outlaws to feel fear. Nick didn't know how a person who had never joined the mafia had such an old-school mafia-style method, but this was not important. He didn't even know that the peeling process was entirely handled by Dinah - as an artificial mafia-mafia-produced artificial mafia-produced machine from the witch, Dinah liked to use chainsaw weapons with single-molecule high-strength vibrator, such as a chainsaw dagger that was used to cut hard cow bones.

When peeling with this tool, extremely dexterous wrists are required to ensure that the skin and muscles are separated completely. Dinah showed ease when cutting and separating flesh with a chainsaw dagger, making it look like a pleasing art. She was involved in many emperors' killing activities and interrogations using the secular identity of "Salomon". The red bottom of her wearing high heels was stained with the blood of the enemy. It was not particularly difficult for her to completely peel off the polyethylene bionic muscle fibers and plastic skin, and she was also full of anger at Nick Fury, who tested the secular identity of the emperor.

She didn't put herself in the coffin, and at this time she jumped out and gave Nick Fury a knife, which was considered as her obeying the order. But this does not mean that she would not do anything unnecessary. For example, when Nick Fury received the data, it seemed that Life-Model Decoy had started a program. The dry straw stacked under the bionic body began to emit light smoke visible to the naked eye. Suddenly, the light smoke turned into an open flame, and the black scorched marks spread among the yellow straw in the blink of an eye. The almost invisible blue flame instantly surrounded the entire body of Life-Model Decoy.

Nick Fury subconsciously took two steps back and pulled the data cable. He immediately ran wildly, and the rolling smoke surged out of the open container behind him. A faint fire gradually lit up at the dock at night, and then the fire began to spread, and the thick smoke that could be clearly seen in the darkness gradually rose.

“MotherFucker!”

While cursing, he quickly walked towards the dock, untied the cables that bound the boat, jumped onto the speedboat docked by the private dock, and started the engine and quickly escaped the scene. The body of Life-Model Decoy was not resistant to high temperatures. At least this body was not good. All electronic components and data would be engulfed by the fire. Even the New York fire department could not find any traces of Life-Model Decoy from the wreckage. Although the complete information was not downloaded, the documents in Nick Fury's hand were enough to point out the location of the Dark Clan fleet and could attract the attention of the defense ministers of the permanent membership of the UN Security Council, rather than regarding it as the crazy ravings of the tyrants of the Balkans.

When the fire at the dock caught the attention of the dock administrators who were docking nearby, Nick Fury was on a speedboat that had already flowed up the Easter River and headed into the New Town Creek in the south of Long Island City. Then he disappeared into the slum without any surveillance, and with the equipment that stored important information, he got rid of any form of information tracking. When passing the last camera, he did not hesitate to gesture to the camera with a middle finger - he thought someone was watching him and saw his behavior of going to the dock tonight to collect data - he had long been accustomed to this. Few people in this world can do this, but this does not mean that he would be happy to let those who observe him know his whereabouts. He is the King of Agents, the real King of Agents, and this is not a joke title.

He thought the emperor valued himself very much.

This is the truth, but it does not attach as much importance as imagined. The emperor did not track him at all, nor did he monitor him through any cameras. Neither the Sisters nor the Imperial Guards received relevant orders. All intelligence agencies only maintained the minimum tracking of Nick Fury, and then devoted data resources and computing power to some more important things.

"I call you for the winter of Fenbur!" the aging one-eyed man stood in front of the wooden house and shouted loudly. The wooden house built on the flat grass at the foot of the mountain is now covered with heavy snow in winter. All the fresh green grass that can raise the flock has died and entered the cycle of the next life cycle. The winter in Scandinavia came very early and very cold, so cold that the residents had to pay a large amount of heating fees, while the volcanic activity on the Scandinavia is becoming more and more frequent, and it seems that there is a tendency to erupt at any time. "This winter will never end!" he shouted, "Bader has been dead for many years, and this day should have arrived long ago! Baderer is my best hound. He is cruel and easy to use."

"I'm not here to listen to your prophecy!" The emperor looked coldly at the old guy with white hair and beards. Even though he was wearing a gray-black cloak, the blizzard kept pouring in. The emperor's arrival melted the snow, and light and fire shone on his armor, burning supernatural snowflakes. "Where is Friga?"

"I told her the truth about Badell's death." The old man blinked the only remaining eye, "I told her who told Hodell the secret of mistletoe. I had been hiding this secret for many years, and Friga always wanted to know the answer, so I told her."

"You promised the Supreme Master to be as peaceful as possible when you stay in Midgard." The emperor stretched out his hand and caught a snowflake. "I smelled the smell of death here, which is not what you should do."

"Try to do it, but not necessarily, and this is not what I do. Fenbury Winter has an impact on the Nine Realms. Your battle with the Feathered Snake God is just one of the lifelines that triggered Fenbury Winter, so don't blame yourself too much." Odin said with a smile, "Now do you think you are qualified to negotiate with me?"

"You want to force me to fight you, so you sent Friga away?"

The emperor took a deep breath and looked around. When he received the alarm from Casillaos, he had a rough guess that although the Supreme Mage was not on Earth, he decided to go to Scandinavia alone to see what Odin, who had been silent for a long time, wanted to do. "Are you too anxious? There is no help from you here!" he said, "Your Gangniel is in my hands. You exchanged Gangniel and Dropniel for a chance to trade. Now you want to break the contract?"

"I have other weapons besides Gangnier." Odin took out a scarred dark axe from behind. It was a weapon made on Earth - cast in an electric furnace, milled with mechanical milling, and the store logo had not even been removed, and it looked like some kind of handicraft that would be sold to tourists. As he picked up the axe and whispered a few words, the Rune of Lun climbed onto the metal surface like a knife carving. "Some things wanted to kill me, and now they are here. Ni.

The seal between the passage between the elfoheim and Midgard is gradually ineffective, and I can't continue to seal those things. I can't let Friga stay here, this matter must be broken." He raised his axe, "For me, this thing is enough. You'd better summon Gangniel. I think that girl has accumulated energy. Why is she so embarrassed? Do you think I will settle the score with you because of your recruitment of the dwarves in Swatal Farheim?"

The emperor looked at the snow pile beside him. In his memory, it was a plain. The flaky rocks of the Scandinavian Mountains were still standing safely on the mountain, blocking the other side of the mountain by rows of birch trees. There were more than one such snow pile, and the two wolves raised by Odin were still enjoying digging the snow pile when they were talking.

"Yes, trolls." Odin turned the axe in a circle, and the blue glow shone on the axe blade. Obviously, it was not the first time he did this. The two wolves tore a piece of frozen, rashed flesh out of the snow pile. Even in the blizzard, the smell of fishy smell was still pungent. "Now is a good time for trolls. They can move on this dull morning without turning into stones. I have killed more than a dozen trolls, but they still appear continuously. I need you to block a passage between Neilforheim and Midgard, any method can be used."

The emperor stared at Odin's one-eyed eye. He knew that Odin called him here not to deal with small matters like trolls. There was only a few dozen kilometers in a small town with no more than 200 people. The road from this wooden house to there was flat. Except for a frozen stream, even if there was a mountain block, it was still unobstructed. The so-called worry about trolls harming humans is nothing more than nonsense. The emperor never believed that Odin would care about the safety of the human race. Although it was of the same lineage, the Asgardians considered themselves an advanced race, and Odin's arrogance made him call himself a god.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! However, the emperor did not entangle on this issue for too long. He had conducted divination before he set out and asked the three goddesses of fate. Combined with divination, his own reasoning and the peeping of the timeline by the Ago Motorcycle Eye, he did not think that there would be too many dangers in his action. At most, it could be regarded as Odin's futile resistance when facing Ragnarok.

"Hamurabi, Amon." The emperor called his own guards.

At this moment, the two guards who had been waiting in the clouds for a long time rushed down in a plane, sprinting downward, as vigorously as a goshawk chasing prey. The emperor raised his palms, and lightning condensed and extended at his fingertips, and finally erupted. A golden spear wrapped in lightning appeared in his hands. Today, Gangniel is very different from the past. The Z-pulse power facility used to test materials under extreme temperature and pressure conditions was used by the emperor to awaken the spear, casting the spear, and the high temperature of 3.7 billion degrees Celsius made the gun revival. The emperor's most trusted craftsman, Rodan, from the external dimension, participated in Gangniel's recasting work throughout the process. From then on, the gun had a new name and a new owner.

Gangniel's original owner admired the spear very much. "You'll use it better than me," he said. "That's where it really should work."
Chapter completed!