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Chapter 90 Kingpin's Dream
"Commander, what are you talking about?"

Coulson said that he didn't understand what Xia Ling meant at all. He knew all the words, but when they were put together he couldn't understand them.

What kind of internship is this for graduation? I’ve been wearing tights for so many years, what’s the point of doing an internship?
"Nothing, don't you think they are very enthusiastic about their work now?"

Hearing this, Coulson recalled what Hawkeye had done and nodded silently.

"But, Chief, don't you think this is strange? Could it be that they were beset by an evil spirit?"

Coulson said this with some worry. Xia Ling felt that he was worrying for no reason. Even if we don't mention that those gods and demons in secret were all his aliases.

On the surface, he is recognized as a prophet by you people, although he himself has not admitted it. But in front of the prophet, you have nothing to be afraid of.

"It's not that exaggerated. I guess some kind-hearted people enlightened them. I think they are doing very well at work now."

A kind-hearted person enlightens me? You call that a kind-hearted person?
The corners of Coulson's mouth twitched, but since the director characterized that man as a kind-hearted person, then let's do it.

I am just a worker and my words carry little weight.

"So, Chief, do we need to observe their behavior further to ensure that this change is positive and will not adversely affect the mission?"

After thinking about it, Coulson decided to make this suggestion to Xia Ling. Otherwise, Coulson would feel bad about taking such a high salary without doing anything.

“There’s no need to observe their behavior. Even if the sky falls, don’t I still have it to hold it up?
You don't have to worry about this matter. Instead of paying attention to this, you might as well help me deal with the documents. "

As Xia Ling pointed, Coulson saw the mountain of documents.

Coulson's expression instantly became complicated. He looked at the pile of documents that almost overwhelmed his desk and couldn't help wailing in his heart.

But as a professional agent, he quickly adjusted his emotions and nodded seriously.

"Yes, Chief, I will prioritize these documents."

I don’t know if I can get two salaries.

Coulson muttered to himself, smiled bitterly, and walked towards the pile of documents with his head held high, thinking about how to complete the task more efficiently.

"It looks like I'll have to work overtime again tonight."

Coulson whispered to himself, the director was right, he was the messenger of Yahweh, there was nothing he could not handle.

With the director in charge, there won't be any evil spirits sneaking in, right?
Thinking of this, Coulson scratched his head unconsciously, only to find that a Mediterranean sea was about to appear on his head.

One day, I must save up enough money and retire early like the original Hawkeye!
"Coulson, I almost forgot, there are still a lot of them here, you can take care of them."

".good."

As night fell in New York City, the skyline was torn apart by unusual lightning, foreshadowing an unprecedented disaster that was about to strike.

With a deafening roar from Banner, his huge body suddenly rushed out from a hidden corner, like a mountain collapsing, and the ground shook.

Each of his steps crushed the streets, leaving deep cracks and crumbling buildings.

The surrounding vehicles were easily overturned like toys, and flames and smoke quickly spread, dyeing the night sky an ominous orange-red color.

Banner's eyes flashed with a beast-like red light, and he waved his huge fist, wantonly destroying everything in front of him. The glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings burst under his power, and the fragments fell like raindrops, breaking the silence of the night and scratching the skin of innocent people.

People on the streets were panicked, screaming and running in all directions, but they could not escape the impact of this catastrophe.

Banner's fierce gaze suddenly looked in one direction, and Kingpin was immediately awakened and sat up, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, his chest heaving violently, trying to calm his disordered breathing caused by the nightmare.

He looked around; the luxurious decoration and quiet environment told him that this was just a dream, a horrible dream.

He was about to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but found that he was holding the Book of Destiny in his hand.

"Lord of Change, do you want me to release that beast Banner?"

Jin Bing muttered to himself. He had been studying the Book of Destiny these days, but he didn't recognize any of the words on it.

He also remembered that he was too tired, so he took a nap after lunch, and he did not take the book with him before going to bed.

But now, when I woke up, the book appeared in my hand, coupled with the nightmare I just had.

Jin Bing frowned, feeling an indescribable uneasiness in his heart. The soft light in the room seemed unable to dispel the haze in his heart, but instead made the sense of mystery even stronger.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and opened the heavy curtains to let in the faint light of the New York night scene outside.

The tall buildings and dim lights formed a sharp contrast with the chaos and destruction in the dream.

Jin Bing took a deep breath, trying to regain some sanity from this tranquility.

When I opened the book again, I found that some of the text that I had never understood before could actually be understood by me.

"Lord of Change, do you want me to master these two magics so that I can better perform the tasks you have assigned to me?"

Jin Bing's eyes jumped across the pages of the Book of Destiny. Those words that were once as obscure as the Book of Heaven were now as if illuminated by some power, gradually revealing the mysteries they carried.

"Mastering magic..."

Kingpin repeated this sentence in a low voice. The Church of Dagon could rely on their magic to occupy Hell's Kitchen openly without caring about his thoughts and told him to get out.

He didn't even bother to say "get out" and just ignored me.

There is nothing more insulting than this, but Jin Bing has no choice but to endure it, otherwise if that group of magicians comes to kill him, he will find it difficult to commit suicide.

Now, I can also master magic.

He carefully studied the texts that he could understand and found that there were two types of magic that he could understand.

One is the Blue Flame of Tzeentch, which is a spell with direct damage, often used to cause fatal fire damage to the enemy.

The other is Tzeentch's Betrayal, which is an ability or spell related to speech, thought or mental control, which allows the caster to penetrate into the enemy's mind and make the target's body succumb to his will, thereby achieving mental control of the enemy. It may also be used to create lies and illusions, deceive and mislead the enemy, and make it make wrong decisions or actions.

"Lord of Change, if this is truly your will, then I will obey it. I only hope that you can fulfill your promise."

Looking at the Book of Destiny again, Jin Bing spoke to the air, as if he was making an agreement with someone.

(End of this chapter)