Chapter 273: Future

Chapter 273: Future

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Hector returned to his office and found a group of people waiting for him. All of them were ambassadors from various countries.

"Please, have a seat, everyone. I heard you all are here to accept the proposed deal I made. Well, I'm all ears, tell me your problems and I will try to solve them right away." Hector took a seat in his office.

"Russia has already given the mobilization order if we move to join your alliance." The ambassador from Estonia said.

Hector nodded as he had expected this to happen. "Got it. Does anyone else among you have the same idea?... All of you? Well, don't worry.

"All you need to do is open voluntary application in your nation's military. Rest, I will take care of it. Remember, I do not want a war with Russia. In fact, I'd love it if they could also join the alliance and become one with the United Terra, a name that soon shall be known in space."

The people, of course, did not feel confident about this move. By allowing more recruitment in their armies, they'd be telling Russia that they were ready for war. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

But then Hector said that if they all did it at the same time, then not even ten Russia can fight you without destroying their own economies as well.

In the end, they all agreed and set the date in a week for Hector to visit their nations and sign the deals.

But, before that, Hector had to snap his fingers once again. This time he'd be messing with human minds, however. But, no matter what others would say, this was absolutely necessary.

Alone in his office, he sighed. "There can never be peace without struggle. The war has to happen, people have to die... but I'd rather have the criminals dying than good people."

SNAP!

With that, Hector changed the recruitment odds in a way that only criminals would enter the armies around the world. How to make them work? That was his headache later on.

For now, he had to prepare. Of course, he knew that the world might accuse him of starting this war, but in the long run, they would spend more time justifying his actions than accusing him. After all, winners write the history books.

...

Africa

"Run! It's the Crimson Fucker! I don't want to get stabbed in the ass! Please..."

"Gehehe... daddy is here, bitches. Bring your cakes to me. It's my birthday!" Deadpool ran around in a camp of a warlord that was still rising up. He was simply killing any assholes that got in his way or got caught.

Crimson Fucker was now synonymous with fucking people with his sword. Of course, most didn't want such a fate either.

The entire continent was terrorized, but of course, the good people had nothing to worry about. It was all fine and dandy. Heck, people liked Crimson Fucker and treated him like a deity because he protected the people.

He was the light that brought people out of the darkness. Was your neighbour harassing you? Worry not. Crimson Fucker will harass him back. Was your teacher asking you for favours for marks? Don't worry; Crimson Fucker will do favours for him.

The man, the legend, the story of Crimson Fucker was being written in red, in the blood of sinners who dared harm the innocent.

And this was only the beginning as he decided to head to a place called Wakanda, as he reckoned many sinners lived there too.

Although the UN had lesser troops than the USA, China, India, and Russia, the troops were highly advanced. Not to mention, the UN troops were made up of soldiers from these nations too.

"The war... it is what will push us to the new age, kid," Hector replied. Just then, they arrived at the control room of the space center.

Today was the day the first manned mission to Mars was going to take place. General Logan was the lead commander of the mission, while Jean Grey was the second commander. Both of them had seen space so much that they were not even excited. Instead, their job was just to ensure the human companions stayed safe.

The technology used was 30% alien tech gifted by Hector, the rest made by humans such as Tony and Reed Richards. Elon was more of a private businessman funding much of it, as Hector wished to keep the space out of any nation's hands.

Still, the UN was the overall owner of the mission.

"T-minus 10!"

The countdown began soon.

Hector looked at the screen with a smile. This was going to serve as a neat distraction from the brewing war. At least for a week, the news will talk about the mission, with video messages coming from the ship every single day.

This launch was not actually happening from Earth, as the actual launch vehicle was already in space. The countdown was for the ship in space to head out.

Rockets from surface to space were a common thing, so nobody cared for them anymore.

"T-minus 1... 0... -1"

On the large screens, a surveillance satellite showed the "Leap One" ship starting its thrusters and leaving slowly.

Hector already knew everything was going to be well, so he just clapped while Fury stood beside him.

"Nice entertainment we got here." Fury muttered.

"Haha, jealous much?"

"Old man, I could seriously use a vacation at this point. Even if it's Mars, I'd take it. Anyway, I'm here to inform you about the reactivation of Russian sleeper cells."

Hector shrugged. "I got it covered, son."

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