America is a paradise for the rich and a paradise for capital.

Here, as long as you have money, pay taxes normally, and don't touch chaos, then as an elite, you can live a very nourishing life, and you don't have to worry about dying one day inexplicably. Unfortunately, Sebastian didn't meet two of them, but he still lived a good life in this free land.

Money?

At the time of the fall of the Empire, Sebastian was one of the few to survive the collapse of the Jews, with countless riches taken from the Jews, including some gold teeth plucked from soap-made mouths.

Right?

Power is often linked to power in this world, as one of the most powerful psionics in the world, worshipping a belief called Chaos, Sebastian also tangled a group of psionics by his side, he can be said to have a pivotal position in Messouri, and those who don't know have become his best umbrella.

The rights of the anti-chaos sector have been deliberately restricted.

But they didn't dare to understand why they should have so much power, which directly led to chaos believers like Sebastian being like a fish in water.

Sebastian had some regrets.

Hydra was cooperating with him after the fall of the Empire, but the last brigade led by Major Montana refused to make contact, and even showed a certain degree of hostility.

This made the Hellfire Club a little helpless.

You must know that the Major has a large amount of technical information related to subspace experiments in the Empire, and if he can get this part of the information, Sebastian will be more sure of the advent plan he is implementing. Unfortunately, the Major's hostility towards Chaos forced him to retreat.

However, the world did not know that his family was interested in the final brigade.

The British Isles have been hunting down the remnants of the empire.

Tonight, on board the yacht called the Romantic Lady, the Black Emperor received a Protestant bishop from England as a powerful American political figure. After paying two young boys and a box of green Franklin, the Black Emperor sold the Major for a good price, and he got the environmental information corresponding to the coordinates after the end of the Battle of Kiev in World War II.

When the fat-headed and big-eared bishop left the yacht, he still ridiculed in his heart that these nouveau riche really had no money to spend, and would actually spend money to buy such worthless environmental information.

"Shaw, this is the Allied post-war exploration that you paid millions of dollars for, is it worth the money?"

Standing beside the Black Emperor is the White Queen, the other founder of the Hellfire Club, she has a graceful figure, a beautiful posture, and a graceful and luxurious taste, and her plump figure makes her walk on the deck with catwalks, with an indescribable graceful beauty.

The White Queen is also a powerful psychic.

Although it is not as good as the first-class Black Emperor and others, the particularity of her psychic ability also makes her an indispensable existence in the club, and the White Queen can easily invade the minds of ordinary people, create illusions of false reality, and lure those who fall under control into the trap of wanting to stop.

Yes, she is a cultist of Chaos, and her object is the Prince of Darkness.

In the Hellfire Club.

More than half of psykers have a clear cult following, but the blood god's belief is the rarest, as it is not suitable for covert operations. And the other half, although they don't believe in any Chaos Evil God, they also worship Chaos, looking for a good bargaining chip to sell their souls.

People like the Black Emperor, the Red Devil, and the Riptide are such psionics.

"It's great value for money."

Sebastian looked at the environment and sampled the soil, water, flora and fauna, air, and souls, which were invisible to ordinary people.

"When the Imperial Master tore a crack in the subspace of more than five kilometers in Kyiv, the true name of a supreme celestial citizen echoed throughout the mortal world, and I have been trying to reproduce his feat, but I have never succeeded."

Obsessively looking at the fragments of the soul that have been mixed into various substances.

The Black Emperor's vision is unprecedentedly broad.

As a chess piece, he seemed to jump out of the chess game at this moment, and noticed that there were four indescribable huge shadows on the four sides of the chessboard, the law of their pushing of the chess pieces, and the new round of storms brewing in the depths of the subspace, all let the Black Emperor know how to move next.

War is never far away.

World War II and the Cold War did not change much in essence.

"And now, I have found the key to success and know how to effectively open the doors to the realm of the gods. Emma, the whole world will crawl at the feet of the psykers, and I will prove to the world that we are the masters of the future, the demigods who rule the mortal world. ”

Intoxicated by the fantasy, Sebastian opened his hands and enjoyed the luxurious treatment of the yacht beauty under the beautiful starry sky, and he suddenly remembered the events of more than ten years ago.

Li Lin stood in front of him, and his eyes as clear as the starry sky revealed not admiration and admiration, but indescribable pity.

God loves the world.

It was the Lord who loved him dearly.

It's just that the Black Emperor can't quite understand, why does Li Lin look at himself with such eyes, is this also a test of God?

Sebastian habitually scratched the flesh of his forehead, which always itched inexplicably. He quickly threw away this confusion, and for him, as soon as the kingdom of the Lord came to the earth, all problems would be solved, and this was the ultimate goal of his plan.

"Xiao, the hull has been transformed, and the submarine below can be separated at any time."

Suddenly, a subspace flicker appeared on the deck.

The bright red complexion of his face made the blood on his face unrecognizable.

"Also, the group of people captured by Emma, they have all completed the transformation, two of them succeeded, and the rest are all failures, how to deal with them."

"Successfully handed over to Riptide Processing, he can work well with those two demons. As for those corrupt people, just give them some modifications to their bodies and throw them into the circle in the central cabin to raise their concentration. ”

"Okay."

The Red Devil nodded and disappeared in place, his haunting is a nightmare for many humans, and the legend of the cannibalistic Red Devil often circulates on the American continent, behind the fame of this legend is the sacrifice of several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and the death of an unknown number of people.

"Before you leave this country, do you want to light a psionic firework for them?" The White Queen saw the Black Emperor's interest.

A group of Corrupt people suddenly appear in New York Harbor.

I'm afraid that those idiots in S.H.I.E.L.D. won't be able to sleep well for a month, after all, against Chaos, there are far more terrible things than death waiting for them.

"There's no hurry."

Sebastian looked thoughtfully into the distant waters, and he smiled excitedly.

"A guest came to the door and told Shockwave and the Red Devil that we would have a good time with them at this port."