Amidst the gentle waves and the occasional whistle, Lester slowly opened his eyes, but he couldn't focus for a while.
"I seem...to have had a very long dream," he murmured to himself: "It seems, it seems -"
"Who isn't?"
"!"
The response from his side made Lester stiffen, and he rolled on the spot with instinctive reaction to try to get away from the speaker.
Then he was about to fall as soon as he was in the air.
Snap, a hand grabbed his arm.
"The response is good, but it's best to look at the surrounding environment clearly before taking action." The voice that had just responded to him without authorization sounded again.
After being frightened for many times, Lester finally woke up a little. He took the rescuer's arm and climbed back up to the platform where he was just now, and then looked around.
This is a busy port warehouse, and he was originally on the top of a towering gantry crane.
The person who talked to him, caused him to fall and then rescued him, was a young Asian man wearing a black suit, sunglasses on his face, and wireless headphones on his ears.
The other party looked quite serious, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching for unknown reasons, as if he wanted to raise his lips but was forced down.
"you……"
"I am an agent of the Japanese branch of S.H.I.E.L.D., codenamed 'Joker'," the young man said: "You have been arrested for causing large-scale 'memetic contamination', Mr. Lester."
"……I?"
"Don't pretend to be stupid," the man who called himself the Joker stared at him: "Or I should say, Mr. Bullseye, a mercenary, a professional killer, and a global bounty of eight million US dollars."
"It doesn't sound like a lot," Lester grinned as his memory gradually recovered: "But you'd better have the ability to receive this reward." "It's a bit troublesome to cut you into pieces and go to the publishers to receive the reward separately, and you Living can bring greater value than this little money," the clown replied noncommittally: "You have to be lucky that the 'Fisk Family' has not released
A bounty is placed on you, otherwise SHIELD will have to take you off the 'candidate list'."
"Some kind of dirty work? It doesn't sound cost-effective, can I refuse?" Lesko, who confirmed that he did not have any weapons on his body, began to consider the possibility of attacking with bare hands and escaping. "Of course, you can leave now," The clown raised his lips and then lowered his voice: "Then this large-scale 'meme pollution' involving five major cities and causing memory confusion for nearly a million people was planned and initiated by you.
The bounty should be accumulated to 20 million US dollars."
"..."
"By the way, maybe you don't remember, but it seems that I did save your life from 'memetic pollution'," the clown continued: "This is not to extort a favor, but to make you recognize it. Clear the gap in strength.”
"Let's talk about this 'list,'" Lester finally said.
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Shinjuku, S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house.
"As we agreed, the entire Tokyo is now controlled by the Hand," Van Helsing, who was still wearing a trench coat, looked at Erica, who was still wearing a ninja outfit: "It's your turn to fulfill your promise, 'Six Fingers.' "But, I don't know what to do," Erica looked at Murdoch, who was silent and wearing a black suit, and then looked at Nata, who was typing in front of a screen and wearing the same suit. Sha: “And
"What is the 'Hand'?" "The existence of the 'Hand' is a large-scale 'Mandela Effect'. In Japanese proverb, it can be regarded as an 'urban legend'," Natasha said without looking back. He replied: "Those affected are convinced that there is a force in Japan that spreads all over the world.
Cities, giant gangs involved in almost all large-scale industries, everything is under their control."
"Isn't that SHIELD?" Murdoch said suddenly.
"..." Natasha was silent for a moment, typed hard on the keyboard, and then replied: "But we all know that the 'Hand' and the demons behind it are real."
"At that time, it was like a riot that could not be ended. I knew the result would be like this," Murdoch continued: "But it was solved through the 'Mandela Effect', which is really ingenious."
"Excuse me..." Erica asked doubtfully: "What is the 'Mandela Effect'?" "You... oh, it's normal that you don't know," Natasha looked back at her: "That's a This is a collective memory disorder. To put it simply, not long ago, South African President Mandela attended the United Nations General Assembly, but many people were shocked.
Claiming they clearly remember him having died in 2013."
"Wait," Murdoch frowned: "I remember Mandela died in 2013. When the news was released, many people claimed to remember that he had died in the 1980s."
"You're kidding," Natasha switched the screen and started searching for pictures on the Internet: "The photos of him attending the meeting are..."
The next moment, a black and white photo was displayed on the screen:
【Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela, (1918-1990)】
"ah?"
"This..." "Don't worry about memory confusion," Van Helsing completely ignored the chaotic science over there, staring at Erica and said: "You repeat the following sentence: 'As Six Fingers, I have completely controlled the Hand. , your responsibility
The task is completed’.”
"I……"
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"Little Song" bar.
"My mission is accomplished."
"……ah?"
Uma, who was sitting on the couch in the bar, said to Moati, who was still in the form of a middle-aged uncle. Seemingly seeing that he was a little confused, she added:
"The goal of obtaining the 'Lost Power of the Lord of the Ocean Dimension' has been achieved."
"Oh... oh, of course, you will definitely succeed." "Hmph, I knew she would use the 'time backtracking' trick. Any independent interference by external forces will be in vain," Uma said as if she had scored full marks in the exam. Like a primary school student, he began to show off: "But, by putting
Dormammu was cut into pieces and scattered everywhere. Once it is connected to everything in the city, she will never be able to clean it all away, so the 'dark dimension' still has control over the city~"
Why does it sound like he cut it on his own initiative...
The little girl Hitomi Mishima who was recruited was drinking juice opposite her without even daring to raise her eyelids.
For a junior high school student, no matter how mature her mind is, the idea of countless people exploding into orange juice in front of her is still too exciting, especially if they can come back intact later.
"You are right, so when will my Lord return?" Moati glanced at Mishima Hitomi and continued to clean the cup.
"When he moves the whole city—"
Uma got stuck mid-sentence, and her eyes widened as if she heard something:
"Successor to the 'Lord of the Dark Dimension'?! Me?!" With a snap, Moarty dropped the cup.
