Do You Really Take Me for Some Noob?

However, when the Secret Service agents saw the scene inside the room.

Every one of them froze on the spot as if someone had cast a body-binding spell on them.

After all, tales of Angels were practically household knowledge in America and deeply ingrained in people's hearts.

Countless people firmly believed that the Creator truly existed, and devout believers were even more numerous.

Even during every American presidential election, candidates went to great lengths to seek support from votes in those religious districts. Their influence was obvious.

For a time, the scene fell into deathly silence.

Lu Xi did not dare make any rash moves either, afraid that any unnecessary action might provoke these people, who were treating him like a dire enemy.

After all, more than a dozen pitch-black gun barrels were aimed at him. Having been an ordinary person just half an hour ago, he could not help feeling somewhat intimidated.

Just as the tense atmosphere was about to solidify, a set of steady footsteps came from outside the door, breaking the silence.

A middle-aged man in a suit walked in with calm, measured steps.

His gaze fell upon Lu Xi's exaggerated appearance, and his expression immediately shifted. Surprise, curiosity, and awe flickered through his eyes.

However, as an experienced agent, he quickly composed himself.

A perfectly appropriate smile appeared on the man's face as he said politely:

"Hello, sir. I am Agent Coulson of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

He paused slightly before continuing:

"May I ask what brings you here?"

Lu Xi's eye twitched as he looked at the suited man before him, his iconic bald head and trademark fake smile.

Combined with the name of the organization he had just given, one so long that no one would want to say it twice...

Lu Xi was almost one hundred percent certain that this was Coulson—Coulson from the Marvel Universe.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Xi answered:

"If I said I just got lost, would you believe me?"

Coulson smiled and said:

"Of course. If you are lost, why not come to our base for a chat? We can see how we might help you. What do you think?"

He paused, then added:

"After all, sir, your appearance could easily frighten ordinary people. Wouldn't you agree?"

Lu Xi quickly weighed the pros and cons. Although S.H.I.E.L.D. had plenty of problems, its authority was undeniably extensive.

Besides, now that he had already entered their field of vision, with how conspicuous he looked at the moment, it would probably be difficult for him to evade their surveillance.

It would be better to speak with them openly first and decide how to respond after seeing the situation.

So Lu Xi nodded and agreed:

"Sure. Please help me find a pair of pants to wear."

Coulson subconsciously glanced at the bedsheet, beneath which a massive outline could vaguely be seen. "Uh... no... no problem."

He immediately looked away and turned to Daisy beside him, maintaining his polite demeanor.

"Miss Lewis, please come with us as well to give a statement. It will help us gain a more complete understanding of the situation."

Daisy's eyes sparkled with excitement. She was immensely interested in being involved in such a fantastical incident.

Soon, the two were each escorted into separate vehicles.

Lu Xi headed toward the black SUV, but his wings were simply too enormous and took up far too much room, making it rather difficult even to get inside.

Fortunately, the vehicle's interior was spacious enough. Otherwise, even if he forced himself in, he probably would not have fit.

In the other car, Daisy was like a cheerful little bird, chattering nonstop.

All she talked about were things like "Lucifer" and "King of Hell," her excitement impossible to conceal.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the sleek, futuristic Stark Tower.

Tony Stark stared at the screen, his brows tightly furrowed.

Displayed on the screen was a photo captured by a Stark Industries satellite: a six-winged Angel soaring freely through the clouds, trailing an extremely conspicuous sonic boom cloud behind him.

Tony muttered in disbelief:

"Damn it, do those things from myths and legends really exist in this world?"

Clearly, Stark Industries was not the only one whose satellite had captured that scene.

At this moment, undercurrents were already stirring among every major force. They all mobilized their resources, hoping to find out what was going on.

Elsewhere, in a dark corner of New York City, shadows in a narrow alley seemed to churn under the influence of some unseen force.

An old man who appeared to be an elegant gentleman slowly emerged from the darkness.

He wore an exquisite tailcoat and held a staff that radiated a mysterious aura.

This man was Mephisto, one of the lords of the Hell Dimension, an old Demon King renowned for his cunning and skill at making deals.

Among the many Demon Kings, his strength ranked near the very top.

Mephisto strolled leisurely to the front of a somewhat rundown house.

The owner of the house was Johnny Blaze, who had been deceived by Mephisto into signing a contract years ago and thus became Ghost Rider.

This had originally been nothing more than a casual move in Mephisto's larger scheme, but now he felt it was time to activate this piece.

And the target was his arrogant, worthless son—Blackheart.

Just as Mephisto raised his foot, preparing to step into the house.

His movement suddenly stopped dead, as though he had sensed something utterly unbelievable.

He slowly turned his head and looked in a certain direction, his face full of disbelief.

"Lucifer? How is that possible?!"

He could not believe his own senses, so he focused and sensed again. Only then did he confirm that he was not hallucinating.

Mephisto looked at Johnny's silhouette through the window before him and quickly began calculating in his mind.

His original plan had been to make Johnny and Blackheart fight each other, thereby drawing the attention of Earth's protector, the Ancient One.

That would create an opportunity for his true body to descend upon Earth.

But after sensing the aura that seemed to belong to Lucifer, he immediately changed his original plan.

Mephisto forcefully tapped his staff against the ground.

In an instant, light flickered across the ground, and a complex, mysterious magic circle appeared.

Hundreds of miles away, Blackheart and his capable subordinates—Wind Demon, Earth Demon, and Water Demon—were instantly summoned by the immense power emitted from the magic circle.

The moment Blackheart appeared and saw that his father had summoned him, he was briefly stunned.

Then a disdainful expression appeared on his face.

"Father, I didn't expect you still had a trick like this. But don't waste your effort. Your era has long since passed!"

"Once I bring the Hell Dimension down upon Earth, I will become the new king of Mephisto's Hell. No... by then, it will be Blackheart's Hell. You cannot stop me!"

Blackheart was brimming with confidence. In his eyes, Earth had no powerful beings capable of threatening him.

And his father, this Demon King, was merely a projection here at the moment. He could not pose any real threat to him at all.

Listening to his son's arrogant speech, Mephisto's face darkened with anger, and he was so embarrassed his toes nearly dug out a three-bedroom apartment.

Since the plan had already changed, he could not be bothered to keep acting with Blackheart.

With another wave of his staff, several black chains instantly appeared in the void, pouncing toward Blackheart and his subordinates like vicious black pythons.

The chains instantly wrapped around Blackheart and the others, binding them tightly in midair.

Immediately afterward, the chains began to radiate a power that corroded souls.

A constant barrage of crackling sounds filled the air as Blackheart and his subordinates screamed in agony.

Shocked and in pain, Blackheart roared:

"This is impossible! You're clearly only a projection! How can you still possess this kind of power?!"

Mephisto snorted coldly, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Give you an inch and you take a mile. Even a Demon King's projection is still a Demon King. Do you really take me for some noob?"