"Great Mandarin, our base in Afghanistan has been hit with a devastating blow. Your student Ibn has confirmed his death."

In some mysterious place, a middle-aged man in a robe faced the leader of the Ten Rings, the mysterious and dangerous Mandalin reported the recent situation. He said in a humble tone:

"Agents from SHIELD's European Division also raided our stronghold in Poland yesterday. But as we planned, they got nothing but some confusing information."

"Their reaction was disappointing. They were like stupid and angry hunting dogs who could never catch the keen fox. As for Ibn, he was a very capable young man, but unfortunately, his luck seemed not very good."

Mandalin, sitting on the quaint chair, closed his eyes slightly and evaluated the death of his students in an indifferent tone.

He whispered while stroking his gray beard:

"Tell me about that agent, the surprising young man, who almost destroyed our situation in Afghanistan on his own. What's his name?"

"Merlin Riley"

The middle-aged man standing in front of Mandalin quickly replied:

"It's a level 5 agent of SHIELD, commanding a mysterious department. It should be just an accident that his appearance in Afghanistan."

"A unexpected factor?"

Mandalin shook his head. The old man who looked full of secrets couldn't help but touch his ten fingers, the only left middle finger that had a ring missing, he said:

"I hate the unexpected factor. Where is he now? Most importantly, where is my Thunder Ring?"

"Sorry, great Mandarin."

The kind of person replied in a little panic:

"SHIELD is a very capable secret organization. The standards for recruiting newcomers are very strict. We have been trying to penetrate it, but with little success. We just know that four days ago, Merlin Riley was sent back to New York from Afghanistan. But after his plane landed, he seemed to have disappeared out of thin air."

"oh."

Mandalin nodded, and he opened his eyes, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with his black and calm eyes, he said:

"So, as my intelligence collector, you successfully positioned the position of my lost ring to any corner of the world, right?"

"We will find him!"

Faced with Mandalin's questioning, the middle-aged man bent his waist even lower, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He knew that many people in this world feared Mandarin, but the one who feared the hero the most was never his enemies, but his followers.

The more you understand, the more you become.

"I have sent more people to North America, the great mandarin, we will find it soon."

"Soon, how long will it take?"

Mandarin crossed his fingers and asked softly.

His ten rings are powerful spiritual weapons, but this is a whole. The lack of one ring makes him feel very uncomfortable, as if he had lost a part of his body.

But in Merlin's desperate counterattack, under his suppression with the 9-fold seal box, even the owner of the Thunder Ring, even the mysterious and powerful Mandalin, lost the sense of his ring.

This is a shame for Mandalin.

It was like a giant stretching out his hand to crush the ant, but was bitten hard by the ant.

That is a shame that cannot be told.

When faced with Mandalin's inquiry, the middle-aged man stood there tremblingly. He did not dare to make a promise, nor did he dare to just claim a time.

Mandalin cannot be deceived. If time is over and they have not yet taken back the ring, then what is waiting for them will be a terrifying result.

This silence lasted for dozens of seconds. Just when the middle-aged man's heart was about to stop, Mandalin suddenly waved his hand.

"never mind."

The leader of the Ten Rings Gang said:

"Merlin's ability to take my ring away while dying means he is not the opponent you can deal with. I have no intention of sending you to die. You don't need to worry about this matter. After my 'reincarnation' is completed, I will visit Mr. Merlin in person."

"Oh, it's such a bad era, such an incompetent subordinate, I have to do anything myself."

Mandalin's regretful words made the nervous middle-aged man suddenly feel relieved at this moment.

He secretly glanced at Mandalin's expression. He had been following Mandalin since he was a teenager, and no one was more familiar with Mandalin's temperament than him.

He knew that the loss of Mandarin's ring must not be as simple as it seems. His master is also a person with good face and will not make any public statements that would destroy his image.

This also means that Mandalin will not punish him for this incident, which makes the middle-aged man feel quite glad to escape. Since he knew that Mandalin didn't want to talk about this matter, he quickly turned the topic to another direction.

"Great Mandarin, our public opinion campaign in North America is coming to an end. According to the news sent back by our secret warriors, the top Americans are very dissatisfied with the situation in Afghanistan. They are losing their minds little by little under pressure. Just a drop of Mars can ignite everything. As you might expect, the arrogant giant will enter the quagmire of war."

“Isn’t this inevitable?”

Mandarin didn't feel joy at the news, he said:

"From the moment the U.S. power supported in Afghanistan was destroyed, the war was inevitable. We just accelerated the process, and something that must have happened finally happened. What's there to be happy about?"

“The war begins just means we are going to the next stage.”

Mandalin said to his intelligence officer:

"Our warriors who are deeply trapped in Cia will soon be exposed by other forces, allowing them to seize the last time to open the door to the North American continent, and before they are captured, prepare us for the next time to stab directly into the heart of North America. That is their sacred mission and a mission that must be completed."

"Don't you abandon them?"

The middle-aged man said with some regret:

"It took us almost 30 years to lay out all this, and now, almost overnight, we have to throw it away. And the reconstruction of Afghanistan and our infiltration of other parts of Europe, we almost stopped. I am not questioning your decision, the great Mandarin, I think, maybe, maybe we can be safer."

“I mean”

The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered:

"While entering North America, we must also leave reserve strength elsewhere."

"I have left enough reserve force. The chaos in Afghanistan is about to end. Since it is a target for attracting attention, there is no need to keep a low profile anymore. Let our soldiers get out of the shadow!"

"You should understand that all our preparations over the years are for this moment."

Mandalin said in a low voice:

"It was a great idea for Americans to play with war, relying on despicable means, to ingest endless benefits in a chaotic era, and they tried to turn their land into the center of the world, and that was my idea."

"The arrogant Americans don't know that the spikes I buried in their hearts 30 years ago were about to pierce their lives. They don't need to know the era that opened and ended in the shadows. Under my leadership, we have Central Asia and Eastern Europe, but that's not enough. It's not enough, and it's not enough!"

At this moment, Mandalin opened his eyes. In those eyes that were always calm, there seemed to be a spark jumping, and his voice became sonorous:

"Just like my ancestor, the great Genghis Khan."

"In this era, a Western Expedition in the Darkness is about to begin! I will step into that prosperous land and hold the scenery on the top of civilization into my hands, and you will also receive the new, great and bright life I promised."

"This mediocre and boring era will soon end. The country full of lies and deception will usher in the fire of karma, and then, under our leadership, will be reborn in the fire!"

Mandalin looked at the starry sky above his head, and he looked at the twinkling stars, and he said:

"My family and my blood have completely subsided in the historical changes. But it doesn't matter, I will create a prosperous era that belongs to me, which will be built on the smoke and ruins of North America."

"King"

"Long live!"

—

Mandalin's subordinates couldn't figure out where Merlin was hidden, and it was not actually because of their lack of ability.

Because even Merlin himself didn't know where he was placed.

The messy voice kept ringing in Merlin's mind, and he could vaguely tell the people he knew in those voices.

There was Fury's voice, Pierce's voice, Hill's voice, Colson and Melinda.

He heard the voices of Dr. Foster and Dr. Hall, as well as Eric, Ava, and even Hermione and Harry.

He wanted to respond to them.

But he couldn't respond, as if he was locked in a dark cage.

He couldn't feel his body, the temperature and information from the outside world.

he

Trapped.

It's like experiencing a nightmare that can only be passively accepted and infinitely looped.

The voices kept echoing in his mind, and they were very scattered and even had no connection with each other.

"He has an active mind, but his vital signs are bad, like a patient with advanced ALS."

"He has detected graviton in his blood, my god! How did he survive?"

"Mr. Merlin looked like he was dreaming, but I could feel that there was a force to stop him from awakening."

"We can't give up on him! He has done so much for us, he is a young man with a bright future, and we have to find a way to save him!"

"No, it's not magic! The magic power in his body is operating normally, it's something else, maybe some kind of curse. I think you should transfer Merlin to the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital, your technology cannot solve his problem, right?"

"Sir, wake up quickly, the vampires in New York are almost in trouble."

"His muscles are shrinking, he has been sleeping for too long, and if this continues, his organs will fail."
To be continued...