"Mr. Kim, work with me, and I will help you fight your way out in this year's presidential election and take the throne at the top of the 7 billion people. ”

Anduin bowed calmly, not at all reminiscent of how bizarre his words were.

Kim almost suspected that something was wrong with his cochlea, he sneered sarcastically, pointed to the vicious, heavily armed bodyguards behind him, and said, "The position of the president? ”

Anduin's face remained unchanged, and the corners of his mouth grinned, "It's just a mouse in the gutter, and it will never be on the table, and you still need to be afraid every day and night, for fear that a superhero will come to the door and take off his head in the twilight." ”

Anduin clenched his fists and waved every word he spoke, mobilizing the emotions of his audience like a speaker.

"You are an ambitious, conquering man who will never be willing to be left behind, no matter how much power can completely satisfy your madness, cooperate with me, I can help you leave this so-called underground kingdom, step onto the stage of the times, and become the king of America in the true sense. ”

When Kim heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then as if he had heard some extremely funny joke, he clutched his stomach and laughed, "Hahaha, president? God, this superhero who claims to be a keyboard warrior actually said that he wants to help me become the president of America?"

The security personnel present were also affected by their employer's emotions, and while still pointing their guns at Anduin, they desperately suppressed their smiles for a year, and did not let their shoulders shrug too exaggeratedly.

The wicked among the wicked, the scum among the dregs, the underground emperor who does all the bad things and has enemies all over the world, at this moment there is a superhero in a gray robe who says that he wants to help him become president, which is really a big joke in the world.

Anduin was still standing still, as if he hadn't heard everyone's mocking laughter, still reading his beard with a rather graceful tone, and a pretentious British tone,

"Can you bear it? The Avengers' floating warships are holding your life like an Angel of Judgment, while you, the self-proclaimed King of the Underground, can only hide and shiver in the moss-filled sewers?"

The keyboard man took a bold step forward, startling the bodyguards with their guns raised, almost going off.

"With me, I, a keyboard warrior, can call for wind and rain on social networks, and add the power of your underground kingdom to secretly stir up the hatred and unease of the general public against superheroes who wield special powers, and seize public opinion through fear and hostility.

Add to that those powerful people who are not willing to take their lives in the hands of superheroes, and they will also be on your side to help you deal with those superheroes. ”

Anduin dropped the keyboard beside him, and the ASDF pressed back and forth, like a pianist playing a concerto by Bach, "Mr. Kim, your chances of becoming president are much greater than you think." ”

The smile on Jin Ji's face slowly dissipated, and there was almost no expression on the bald man's square face, "Are you serious? ”

Anduin chuckled, ignoring the dazzling spotlight projected by the helicopter outside the window, and leaned lazily on his desk, "How can you adapt to this crazy era if you are not crazy?"

"It's kind of interesting.....," Jin Ji smiled roughly, revealing his white teeth, "So what do you want from me?money?power??or woman?"

Anduin grinned, and shook off the long and long cigarette ash with his hand, "No, I'm just a fanatic who wants to change the world, if I can let this bright and prosperous world run according to my will, it will be the best reward." ”

This time it was Kim's turn and he was silent, he stretched out his palm the size of a fan, and gently stroked his big bald head,

The rapidly rotating fan blades of the helicopter blew ripples in the bath, and the ambiguous moonlight reflected on the scattered glass.

The rapid police car whistled from downstairs, and the New York police officers who were attracted by the grenade explosion were very excited, fantasizing that they could find some bargains from the huge body of the Golden Kingdom.

Everyone was waiting for Kim's reply.

"I have one last question,"

The bald man's eyes flashed, his fingers moved slightly, and the minigun on the helicopter was silently aimed at Anduin's figure.

"Aren't you calling yourself a superhero? Why do you want to help me, a wicked man? ”

"Don't get me wrong, I'm indeed a superhero, but there are many ways for superheroes to do chivalrous deeds, not to wear tights and fly off the wall and punish the wicked,"

Anduin said in an almost aria tone, "And the way I like it is to stand aside with ambitious madmen and bring the whole world back on track." ”

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SHIELED, everyone in the world knows about it, the most crazy, cool, domineering and wanton special department.

The history of this organization can be traced back thousands of years to ancient Egypt, a great hero who did not want to be named led the earthlings to fight off the alien Zerg invaders, and his shield was used as a symbol, a secret organization in the city to guard against major threats,

Past generations of members include Leonardo da Vinci, Galileo, Newton, Zhang Heng (the astronomer of the Han Dynasty) and even Iron Man's father, Howard Stark, and Mr. Fantastic's father, Nathaniel Richards.

SHIELED has a glorious history, and by the time of the Second World War, the name had taken on a new meaning.

Nick Fury, a black big-headed soldier who participated in World War II and was injected with a fortified formula, formed a new SHIELD organization after the war.

Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division

That is, the world-famous S.H.I.E.L.D., and in recent years, it has recruited a group of bizarre superheroes to form a popular superhero gang - the Avengers.

At this moment, the black one-eyed dragon was sitting in the office of the director of the Helicarrier, looking at a large stack of newspapers.

In The New York Times, the Washington Post, the Los Angeles Times, the Chicago Tribune, and even The Sun, Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., is accustomed to an old-school style of special work, extracting critical intelligence from a myriad of news briefings.

"I'll see, Maine founded Stephen King Jr. Day, Justin Bieber announced a new romance, industrialist Mr. Kim announced his candidacy for the 2016 presidential election..."

Wait, Nick Fury, who had been sleepy, suddenly woke up, put down the cold coffee in his hand, pulled the newspaper in front of his eyes, and read a news bulletin intently.

"New York industrialist Mr. Kim Ji held a press conference this morning to announce that he has joined the Republican Party of America and will run in the 2016 presidential election....."

In the newspapers, the bald man in a tight suit looked a little funny, but Nick Fury didn't have time to care, he slowly got up from his chair, his eyes flickering.

“Wtat-the-fu ck？”