When the night is getting dark, many people stay up late to work in the busiest neighborhoods of Manhattan.
If an enterprise has its own office building in this place where every inch of land is valuable, it means that it has sufficient financial resources and can always attract many people to serve it. In this city, ideals are not important. At least for money, ideals are chips that can be abandoned at any time.
If you say you stick to your ideals, it can only prove that the price you offer is still too low in reality.
On Wall Street, a financial holy land in the world, on the top floor of an office building not far from Damon's Black Light Investment Company, Ms. Karen, who had been busy for a day, was walking in her office tiredly.
This lady, who is over 60, has taken good care of herself. Apart from her white hair, she looks like a 40-year-old woman.
While rubbing her shoulders, she walked towards the wide sofa and planned to sleep there for a while.
In the upper class of New York, she is a very famous workaholic. The process of her husband who died a few years ago from starting from scratch to becoming a famous businessman is almost the most famous legend on Wall Street, constantly inspiring batches of young people to work selflessly, trying to replicate this miracle.
However, few people know that Ms. Karen's achievements today are not only achieved through her own efforts, but also the support of the "friends" behind her.
She is a Hydra.
This inheritance originated from her husband, the man she remembered was a loyal member of Hydra since her father's generation. After getting married, she also joined the wealthy and united organization under her husband's persuasion.
The "banker" who died of a sudden cardiovascular disease last year was one of her best friends in business.
Her code name in Hydra is "Barcelona". This title is because her husband's family has the title of Baron in the former German system.
Oh, by the way, her husband's surname is "Zemo".
The Zemo family, which was inherited in New York, is just a branch of this ancient big family. It is said that in Eastern Europe, there are more orthodox Zemo family members living, but it seems that the main family there has completely separated from Hydra and lived a life of ordinary people.
"Ms., I have a few questions to ask you."
Just as the Baron was lying down, a faint voice came from behind her. The old lady was so shocked that she suddenly sat up from the sofa, and finally saw the intruder sitting on her office chair, with her back facing her, as if she was admiring the night in Manhattan.
It was a man in a black windbreaker and a shabby cowboy hat.
He was wearing black gloves and a blue-gray cane on hand.
That was someone the baron had never seen before.
"Who are you!"
The old lady stood up vigilantly, and she shouted:
"Get out of my office!"
"Well, you want to call the guards outside the door in, right?"
Merlin sat in the office chair, and he turned around, put his hands on the table, and the half-covered face covering his face, while the eyes that burned ashes stared at the baron, he chuckled and said:
"Don't waste your energy."
"In this building filled with snake smell, you are the only living person left."
Hearing this, a trace of fear flashed in the baron's eyes.
After the banker suddenly died last year, rumors about assassins began to circulate within the organization. There was news that a vicious killer was chasing members of the Hydra organization. This news even caused quite a lot of riots.
The Hydra organization not only has warriors and conspirators, but also businessmen like the Baron. They are responsible for operating the business to provide funds for Hydra, and they are rarely involved in Hydra's conspiracy.
But that doesn't mean they are innocent.
"Don't expect someone to come and save you anymore. I mean, you can calmly tell yourself that you are dead."
Merlin shook her hand and a green mask that had been burned to death was thrown at the baron's feet, which was the last trace left by Mrs. Hydra.
When she saw the burned mask, the fear in the baron could no longer be suppressed. She rushed to the bookshelf, pulled out a pistol, held it with both nervous hands, and shot at Merlin frantically.
But the bullets penetrated Merlin's head and body, hitting the glass behind him, and the bulletproof glass was immediately covered with fragmented spider webs.
"Click"
The sound of bullets echoed in the office. Merlin looked at the Baron in front of him who had been defeated by fear. He shook his head. As the silent smoke rolled, he crossed the table and the furniture in the office like a ghost without substance. In the blink of an eye, his left hand with the dementor kiss was pressed against the Baron's neck and pressed her against the wall behind him.
Hope, happiness, satisfaction, these comfortable emotions are absorbed by madness. As an ordinary person, when facing magical items such as Dementor Kiss, she has no power to resist.
As cold despair was injected into her heart, her will also sway like a candle in the wind.
"I respect women and the elderly very much, but unfortunately, you are not the innocent ones."
Merlin looked at the blank eyes, and with the light tapping of the wand, the soul-catching spell was applied to the baron in front of him.
The next moment, Merlin's will entered the old lady's spirit without any hindrance, and those shining memories opened the door to him.
Mrs. Hydra is dead, and the curse left in the baron's soul is uninspired, which means that Merlin can read her memories wantonly until her soul collapses.
A picture soon appeared in front of Merlin. The Baron was supposed to be dealing with his company's affairs, and then called him.
Judging from the calendar time on the table, it should have happened a few days ago.
"The problem of the Death Gang has been solved."
A man's voice rang on the phone:
"Those warriors are being sent to the base in the Caribbean, and you will take over the next thing, the Baron."
"No problem, clairvoyance."
The baron said as usual:
“According to the instructions of His Excellency, the warriors will be 'properly cared for, and you can put them in the logistics site in Arizona and someone will deal with them.”
"Speaking of this, have you talked to the 'Doctor' recently?"
The man called "Classic Eye" asked again:
"About the Death Warrior Project"
"I don't care about this place, clairvoyance, you should know that I'm just a businessman."
The Baron replied decisively:
"If you have any questions, you should go straight to the ‘disciples’ or ‘doctors’, one of them is on the base and the other in New York, and you should know more than I know."
"Swish"
This memory ends here.
Merlin caught several key names from it.
Clairvoy, disciples and doctors.
He used these three names as key information and quickly searched the Baron's remaining memories for memories related to these three people.
Soon, he discovered it.
First of all, Clever is a very mysterious guy who almost never attends meetings within Hydra. In the Baron's perception, he is one of the commanders of Hydra. Like Madame Hydra, commanding the magical power, Clever is responsible for commanding Hydra's military power.
And the disciple, this is also a relatively mysterious guy. As far as the Baron knows, he seems to be a researcher and has a very high status in the Hydra organization.
He is a leader of three major factions. He is said to be one of the students of the ***. German Hydra leader Red Skull. He hid until the 1990s after Germany's defeat in 1945.
The only thing that is certain is that the disciples are in New York and have their own power. He once entrusted the Baron to help him find something called the Black Obelisk.
And about the last doctor, he has a lot of information.
He and the Baron were good friends in private. They had a very unrestrained and passionate relationship when they were young. Of course, it was developed by the Baron's husband.
Merlin even found out the real name of the doctor.
His name is Liszt, the spokesperson of the big man in North America of Hydra's European branch. He is also a researcher who mainly studies genetic science. The base destroyed by Merlin was hosted by Dr. Liszt.
But the Baron didn't know where Dr. Lister was. She just knew that before Merlin destroyed the base, the Doctor was urgently summoned back to Eastern Europe.
It is very likely that something important happened, which also allowed the doctor to escape.
The Baron, strangled by Merlin, has entered a state of dying. Merlin has not shown any mercy. The almost plundering memory search puts the soul of the Baron, an ordinary person, on the verge of collapse.
But Merlin did not stop. On the contrary, just before this evil soul was about to collapse, he once again increased the search.
He wants to unearth more secrets about Hydra!
"Bang"
A light sound came from Merlin's consciousness, like the sound of soap bubbles shattering.
Merlin's consciousness returned to his body at this moment. In front of him, the baron with a broken soul had completely lost his life. Her expression was quite painful, indicating that her death was not so calm.
But Merlin also got the news he needed.
At that last moment, he saw a strange picture.
The Baron and other Hydra senior executives stood together, in a very strange place, looking like an empty warehouse or a base.
In front of them, there was a black rock with several holes on it, and several people wearing full space suits and heavy equipment were standing in front of the black stone, as if waiting for something.
As the picture flashed, the solid black rock turned into a strange liquid in an instant, involving the unexpected astronauts and the materials.
The rolling black liquid returned to its solid state at the next moment and turned into a rock with holes.
It's like a ceremony.
A ritual of sacrifice.
Merlin didn't understand what these Hydra were doing, but in the Baron's memory, he saw a sign on the wall of the warehouse.
“The Far Star Project.”
Merlin rubbed his slightly swollen forehead and pronounced the name of the sign in his memory. Next to that sign was the sign of the Nasa.
This finally gave Merlin a clue to getting it.
"What is that stone? Why are those sent out wearing space suits? And, what exactly is this ceremony doing?"
"The more you know, the more doubts you will be. Really, terrible."
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On the other side, under the cold night of the Caribbean Sea, in the ruins of the destroyed island base, a seagull gathered its wings and landed on the ruins. It seemed that it was too tired to fly and was planning to take a break.
And the moment it fell, a hand covered with scorched marks suddenly poked out of the ruins, grabbing the unexpected seagull in its hand. The next moment, the creepy sound of chewing sounded in the ruins.
It's like a gluttonous ghoul hunting.
A few minutes later, a figure staggered out of the ruins. He hunched over and moved on the beach. After more than ten seconds of running, he plunged into the cold sea water.
He was hungry, he was thirsty, he was in pain and weak.
He had no idea what was going on, but he knew that if he didn't eat, he would die.
It's not that kind of silent fake death, but real death.
But he still retained his rationality. He knew that the sea water could not be drunk. He closed his breath and dived into the sea water. Under the erosion of the water, the surface of his skin was peeled off quickly, revealing the smooth skin under the scars. On the new skin, there were some fine scales that could hardly be found.
A few minutes later, he grabbed the sea fish with both hands and bit a fish in his mouth, and walked out of the water naked.
There were still terrifying scars left after the explosion on his right eye, but other parts of his body had been completely transformed in that strange new life.
He was still a little confused, but this did not prevent him from skillfully finding some useful materials in the ruins and starting to grill the fish he caught in the cold night.
The big bald head, who had lost all his hair in the explosion and flame, sat by the campfire, quietly sitting cross-legged, rubbing his forehead with both hands, recalling what he still remembered in his chaotic mind.
"What's my name?"
"Wade? Not that's my cousin's name. I call me Slade? Yes! Slade."
"I was caught for experiments and they tortured me, Hydra! You must kill them all!"
"I still have some friends, Baptiste, Emily, who else is there? Ash, McCree, etc., not right! I forgot some things, not right and there are some things I don't remember!"
The man held his head and he tried his best to recall the past, but the ruthless experiment and devastating explosion obviously took away part of his memory, which he recalled very hard.
A moment later, in the aroma of grilled fish, the hungry man gave up thinking. He picked up the grilled fish, ate it while talking to himself:
"Forget it, forget it, forget it, just forget it if you can't remember it. It must be a bad thing that will be forgotten. I'm very happy now."
"Well, go and talk to my cousin first. He may tell me some past events, and then go to Hydra to save my friend. I should have an organization. I forgot what it is called, but it doesn't matter, I will give it a new name."
He raised his hand and looked at the remaining black horny on his arm. He ripped the horny off his skin and threw it into the fire. He looked at his arms shaking in the darkness. After a moment, he whispered:
"Just call it black hand! No, black hand sounds bad, well, black claws, right! Black claws are good!"
"No matter what I did before, it doesn't matter, anyway."
He took a bite of the grilled fish. Under the night, he moved his shoulders and said in a low tone:
Chapter completed!