"Just call it Karl Country."
Kyle yawned lightly and prepared to go back for a nap. He stretched and prepared to return to the watchtower. He paused and said, "Tell all the card players around the world that the agreed time has come and it's time to go home."
After he finished speaking, Kyle turned into a stream of light and flew away quickly into outer space.
"Yes." Yutong's eyes lit up and she responded quickly, watching Kyle's back as he left.
At the beginning. During World War II, Kyle founded the Carl family, using the infinite formula to prolong youth and life span, as well as super agent potions, to create a family force that could lead the earth and fight against alien enemies in the future.
Before Kyle left Earth, the Carl family had set a family rule that current card disciples could not stay in the family for a long time. When a new generation of card disciples were trained and reached a certain age, a small number of old card disciples would stay to serve as captains or coaches, while most would choose to go out and establish subordinate families and organizations, so as to expand their influence around the world.
Now, nearly a century has passed. The Karl family has trained countless card disciples and forced some old ones to leave. They are all looking forward to the day when the head of the family, Kyle, will come back and lead them to create another glorious legend.
But after Kyle came back, many things happened on Earth one after another, and it is only now that the Earth has temporarily stabilized.
The day that the card player who left home had been dreaming of finally arrived.
It was noon that day.
People in various countries were still discussing the Battle of Sokovia, but then a new headline report began to dominate the list.
The Karl family began to build a country!
At first, many people were still unclear about what kind of power the Carl family was. Until they read the reports and learned that Unnatural Office and Stark Industries were part of the Carl family's companies, and that the patriarch of the Carl family was the symbol of peace Kyle, the world suddenly shook like a magnitude 10 earthquake.
The symbol of peace is going to establish a country? This is going to change!
The most panicked are the top American officials. Kyle was born in the United States and is naturally an American citizen. He once symbolized the United States' military power and peace, but now he wants to establish an independent country. The impact is extremely significant.
The people didn't care about that and started discussing whether Kyle would establish a country there as a territory and whether they would have the opportunity to become citizens.
At the same time, an almost repeated scene was taking place in every corner of the world.
Duke Henry's residence, England.
The Duke's granddaughter brought an authentic Van Gogh painting to her grandfather as a living gift, but when she arrived at her grandfather's room, she saw that the door was ajar. Through the crack in the door, she could see the white-haired Duke Henry sitting on a chair, holding an ordinary envelope in his hand, his body trembling with excitement, and tears dripping on the envelope like rain.
The precious painting slipped from her hands. The Duke's granddaughter ignored him and pushed the door open in fear. "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
Duke Henry looked up at his granddaughter, his face filled with unstoppable joy, and he kept repeating: "The promised time has come, the promised time has come..."
Chapter 608 The Promised Time Has Arrived
Vatican City, polytheism.
Pope Goethe, who was the highest priest and served for life, received an urgent letter during his speech in the main hall of the Vatican. After confirming the contents of the letter again and again, Goethe claimed that he had received instructions from God and announced his abdication in public, stepping down as the leader of the pope.
On that day, Goethe left the Vatican City with his family and went to an unknown place.
Few people know that for former Pope Goethe, it was truly God’s instruction that came to him.
Russia, an underwater prison a hundred meters below.
In the cage where the most vicious criminals were held, a tall and burly black figure was sitting cross-legged in the dark corner of the cage, with several rusty iron chains tied around his body.
"Long, your lunch."
The fully armed prison guard came to the door of the cage and carefully put a small box of food inside through the gap in the iron bars.
After the jailer walked away, Long stood up, dragged the chain, and came closer to the iron bars. When he picked up a piece of bread, his face, which had been calm all along, suddenly frowned.
Long took a piece of bread and found an envelope between the bread layers. After reading the letter, he suddenly stood up and pulled the iron chain, making a clanking sound.
"This day has finally come? Finally, I found a reason to go out." Long murmured to himself.
Risan, Tokyo.
"Are you the Yasha who came for the interview?"
In a secret basement, three officials in formal attire and with big bellies sat side by side on a chair. Their scrutinizing eyes were focused on the masked man sitting alone on the other side.
The masked man was still wearing the black clothes of the previous organization and the usual Yaksha mask, with two sheathed swords crossed on his back. He sat in a chair, looking at the ceiling with boredom.
One of the officials flipped through the files and said, "It's in the archives. Your real name is unknown, codenamed Yasha. You have served in three assassin organizations, as a team member and a squad leader. The most recent organization was the Ninja Assassins. You were one of the few assassins who survived the fight against that demon."
“No, no, no.” Yasha kept shaking his head and corrected himself, “I didn’t fight him. I just missed him twice, so I escaped. But as you can see, the Shinobi Organization was wiped out, and I have to find another job.”
An official smiled and said, "Luck is also a form of strength. What's more, your strength is not bad. The three organizations obviously recognize your strength, otherwise they would not let you serve as a team leader."
Another official added, "But according to the procedure, we still need to see your strength."
The third official continued, "You should know that this time, the Higashin Emperor is recruiting. If it weren't for the last incident, there would be a vacancy for a high-powered person. With your experience of changing jobs three times, you would never have the chance to come for an interview."
"Yes, yes, how do you show it?" Yaksha spread his hands helplessly.
"Simple."
The three officials looked at each other, and suddenly raised their hands, which had been placed under the table. Each of them held a pistol in his hand, pointed it at the Yaksha six meters away, and fired a intensive burst of shots.
"I knew it."
Yaksha seemed to have been prepared for this. Almost at the moment when the official drew his gun, he suddenly jumped forward and reached back for the handle of the knife. His toes hooked on the chair he was sitting on, and as his body somersaulted forward, the chair flew high towards the interview table.
Bang!
The chair slammed heavily onto the interview table, and a series of bullets swept the ground. In just a blink of an eye, before the three officials could change magazines, the barrels of their pistols were cut off by a bright knife light, and then the cold blade hovered near the necks of the three officials.
Looking at the three officials who were sweating profusely, Yasha, who was half lying on the table, narrowed his eyes dangerously and said, "My specialty is killing people. Do I need to continue to demonstrate it to you?"
"no, I'm fine."
The official shrank his neck awkwardly and said, "You can start work tomorrow. I will pay you a daily wage according to the highest standards for assassins."
"Very good." Yasha sheathed his two swords and jumped off the table.
An official asked in confusion: "Just now. Those bullets basically blocked your way forward. How did you avoid them all?"
"What are you talking about? I didn't dodge them all, I just dodged most of them."
Yaksha chuckled, turned around and showed his back, pointing his thumb at his upper body, which obviously had three or four bullet holes, and blood was still flowing out like a fountain.
The three officials were so shocked that they were speechless. It was the first time for them to see a killer who was hit by three or four bullets but was still completely fine and actively attacking.
"Can you take off your mask?" an official asked thoughtfully.
"Of course I can. But I'm afraid it will scare you if I take it off." Yaksha looked indifferent.
An official consoled them, "Don't worry. We have received special training and have been on the battlefield many times, often with the dead. No matter how horrible it is, we are not afraid."