I Am In Marvel

Vatican City, polytheism.

Pope Goethe, who is the highest priest and holds a tenure for life, received an urgent letter in the middle of his speech in the main hall of the Holy See. After Goethe repeatedly confirmed the contents of the letter, he claimed to have received instructions from God, and publicly announced his voluntary abdication and resignation as the papal leader.

the same day. Goethe took his family and left Vatican City, not knowing where to go.

Few people know that, for the former Pope Goethe, it was really a divine order.

Russia, an underwater prison under a hundred meters.

In the most ferocious prison cell, a tall and burly figure sat cross-legged in the shadow of the corner of the cage, with several rusty iron chains tied to his body.

"Long, your lunch."

The fully armed prisoners came to the door of the cage and cautiously put a small box of food inside through the gap of the iron bars.

After the prisoner was far away, the dragon got up, dragged the iron chain, and came to the vicinity of the iron fence. When he picked up a piece of bread, his always calm face suddenly frowned.

Long took out a piece of bread, and there was an envelope sandwiched between the bread. After reading the letter, he stood up abruptly, clanging on the chain.

"Is this day here? Finally, I found a reason to go out." Long muttered to himself.

Nissan, Tokyo.

"Are you the Yaksha here for the interview?"

In an unknown secret basement, three potbellied officials in formal suits sat side by side on a chair. Their scrutiny eyes focused on the masked man sitting alone on the other side.

The masked man was still wearing the black clothes of the previous organization, wearing the same Yaksha mask as before, with a pair of scabbard knives crossed on his back, and sat on a chair looking at the ceiling bored.

One of the officials flipped through the file and said, "It's in the files and intelligence records. Your real name is unknown. Your code name is Yasha. You have worked in three killer organizations successively, serving as team members and team leaders. You're one of the few killers who survived the fight against that demon."

"No no no." Yasha kept shaking his head and corrected: "I didn't meet him. I just missed him twice, so I escaped. But as you can see, the Ninja organization was destroyed by the group. Find another job."

An official smiled, "Luck is also a kind of strength. What's more, your strength is not bad, and the three organizations have obviously recognized your strength, otherwise they will not let you serve as the team captain."

Another official said, "But according to the procedure, we still need to see your strength."

The third official continued: "You should know that this time, it was from Emperor Risang's side. If it wasn't for the last incident, there would be a vacancy for people with high combat power. With your three job-hopping experience, you would never have the opportunity to come for an interview. ."

"Yes, yes, how to show it?" Yasha helplessly spread out his hands.

"Simple."

The three officials looked at each other, and the hands they had been putting under the table suddenly lifted up on the table. Everyone was holding a pistol in their hands, aiming at Yaksha six meters away, and when they pulled the trigger, they shot indiscriminately.

"I knew it."

Yasha seemed to be prepared for this. Almost as soon as the official drew his gun, he swooped forward and touched the handle of the knife with both hands. His toes hooked the chair he was sitting on, and as he rolled forward, the chair flew high towards the interview table.

Bang!

The chair slammed heavily on the interview table, and a series of bullets swept the ground. In the blink of an eye, the three officials had not had time to change the magazines. The barrels of the pistols were cut off by a sharp knife. A cold blade hovered near the necks of the three officials.

Looking at the three officials who were dripping with cold sweat, Yaksha, who was half lying on the table, narrowed his eyes dangerously: "My specialty is murder, should I continue to show it to you?"

"no, I'm fine."

The official shrugged back embarrassingly, "You can start your job tomorrow. With the highest standard of a killer, you will be paid on a daily basis."

"Very good." Yaksha retracted the two knives from their scabbards and jumped off the table.

An official asked inexplicably: "Just now. Those bullets basically blocked the forward movement. How did you avoid them all?"

"What are you talking about. I don't dodge all of them, just dodge most of them."

Yasha smiled, turned to show his back, and pointed his thumb to his upper body. There were obviously three or four bullet holes on it, and blood was still flowing out like a spring.

The three officials were speechless in shock. It was the first time for them to see a killer who had been hit by three or four bullets and still took the initiative to attack.

"Can you take your mask off?" an official asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, yes. But, I'm afraid taking it off will scare you." Yasha looked indifferent.

An official comforted: "Don't worry. We have received special training. We have been on the battlefield many times, and we are often in the company of the dead. No matter how terrifying, we will not be afraid."

"Since you guys want to see it so much, let's see it." Yaksha shrugged and took off the mask, revealing his face that had peeled off a layer of skin and was full of pits.

"This..." The three officials fell silent and had to say that they were really frightened. The true face of Yaksha was ten times more terrifying than the Yaksha mask he was wearing.

"Would you like to have dinner with me again and get to know each other."

Yasha threw a wink at the officials, the rotten flesh on his face squirmed for a while, Risang officials resisted the nausea in their stomachs, "Okay, you can go, but before you go, you should put on your mask first. let's go."

"It's boring." Yaksha bickered, and just as he was about to put on the mask, a cell phone ringing suddenly rang in his pocket.

In front of the official, Yasha took out his PHS and listened to it. He was silent for a while, hung up the phone with a dignified face, and sighed: "It seems that I can't take on that job anymore."

"What do you mean?" The three officials were stunned.

"I can't help it. I'm going to go back." Yasha was also very helpless.

"Above? Aren't you organized?" An official had an ominous premonition.

"Who said I don't have it, it's just that you don't know." Yasha was about to walk towards the door, but remembered the boss above, and seemed to dislike Risang, especially the royal family of Risang and high-level officials——

He reached out to touch the knife on his back, turned and walked towards the Risang officer, "I'm sorry, three."

...

After receiving the envelope, old and new card disciples from all over the world, regardless of their original identities as kings, popes, officials, killers, or the boss of the organization, did not hesitate to give up their existing identities, and brought their own families or influences. They went to the promised place of the year.

The life of the game has been too long, and the Carl family finally ushered in the first big assembly.

Chapter 43 and Chapter 578 were previously banned due to prohibition, but now they are finally released. Book friends who haven't read them can look back.