"What did you say?"

In the umbrella base in Raccoon City, Mrs. Hydra, who heard the bad news, opened her eyes in surprise.

Her face was filled with incredible expressions, as if she had heard the funnyest and ridiculous joke in the world.

She slapped the table and shouted to the agent in front of her:

"Just 3 bases! We sent 9 contingents!"

"I gave them everything they needed, and even gave them the tyrants they accompanied to support."

"It's less than an hour since the start of the action, but you told me."

"They're wiped out?!"

Mrs. Larson felt an indescribable irony at this moment.

She screamed:

"That's nearly 2,500 people! Even more than 2,000 pigs will not be killed in one hour, right?"

"Our attack caught s.d.o.l.d. off guard, and we had a great advantage at the beginning."

The Hydra agent who came to report also felt a little incredible.

However, in the face of this unreasonable defeat, he tried his best to explain:

"But the cunning Merlin prepared in advance, and he expected our action, and the vicious guy set the trap!"

"trap?"

A cold light flashed in Mrs. Hydra's eyes, she said:

"What trap?"

"He hid a super mutant who had never been listed on the level at the Ghost Base!"

Agent Hydra handed a tablet to Mrs. Larson, and he swore:

"Look, madam, this is the picture of our warrior sending back from there."

"That was definitely the most powerful mutant. Just like Magneto, she hid there, and when our soldiers rushed in, she trapped and slaughtered them."

"The Thunder Special Attack Team that arrived then started the base self-destruction procedure and buried hundreds of our brothers there."

The lady looked down at the picture on the tablet.

In the shaking scene, she saw Lillian urging the vines to weave the entire empty underground space into a scene of plant hell.

Even her most proud work, the powerful T-Tyrant, was bound in the vine dance, pierced, and wrapped into a ball of vine.

That scene was extremely impactful.

"All right."

Mrs. Hydra frowned and said:

"If it is such an opponent, the numerical advantage of ordinary soldiers is really not worth mentioning."

"But what happened to the Isle Island Prison and the Pagasos Base?"

"It's Hulk! Madam."

Agent Hydra explained:

"The cunning Merlin hid Hulk at the base of Pagasos without telling anyone about this, and there is a tricky 'Watch' team there to help."

He gritted his teeth and scolded:

"The crazy Hulk destroyed our two contingents alone"

Mrs. Hydra adjusts the picture to the perspective of the Pagasos base.

In the picture, the advance soldiers were originally empty in front of them, and everything seemed to be smooth until they entered the experimental area.

A big green man with a body tore the wall apart like a beast and appeared in front of the terrified soldiers.

Two tyrants rushed up to stop the angry Hulk, but were punched and flew out by the green monster.

"Hulk, smash!"

"boom"

There was a chaotic noise with screams and Hulk's roar from the tablet, and then the whole picture dimmed.

"Okay, Hulk"

A big "chuan" character wrinkled on Mrs. Hydra's forehead.

She clenched her fists and suppressed her anger, she said:

"The appearance of that monster was an accident, okay, this failure is understandable. Isle Prison."

"Um?"

The lady's fingers swiped on her tablet and saw the scene of the destruction of the Isle Island Prison.

She looked at the scene speechlessly, and after a moment, she said in a cold tone:

"What's going on with this orange cat?"

"That's Merlin's cat."

Agent Hydra said it hard to say:

"It's called Gugu, we've never noticed it before."

"Waste! All are waste!"

Mrs. Hydra burst out completely at this moment, and she screamed:

"This is your promise? Tell me that you have all the information about Merlin!"

"This is what you all have at your control? Shit!!!"

"You don't even know what Merlin's cat is! Get out! Get out!"

Mrs. Hydra smashed the tablet on the table on the embarrassing Hydra agent.

But the next moment, the lady calmed down again, and she said:

"He still has a dog, right?"

"Retreat all the soldiers who went to capture the Merlin family! Hell! Who knows what kind of monster that dog is?"

"That lady, that"

Agent Hydra, who had retreated to the door, swallowed his saliva with difficulty. He said in an inaudible voice:

"Those two contingents have also lost contact."

"Um?"

Mrs. Hydra's eyes became dangerous.

Under her gaze, the agent said ashamed:

"The soldiers who went to catch Meilin's sisters were ambushed by four Cybertron robots as soon as they entered Hell's Kitchen."

"Merlin's car, Agent Colson's car, and two taxis"

"As for the soldiers who went to capture Sister Meilin's family, they just broke open the door and encountered the Wolverine waiting there."

"Logan?"

The lady said in surprise:

"Isn't he in Europe?"

"No one knows why he suddenly appeared in Queens,"

"Okay, stop talking! Get out of here! I don't want to see you anymore!"

—

Hydra's invasion of the s.d.o.l.d. defense zone failed completely.

With the help of the wizards, the entire internal system of s.d.o.l.d. was barely preserved intact.

But elsewhere, the riots started by Hydra were very successful.

On the land of North America, countless prisons and detention institutions have been broken through from the inside, and many cities have fallen into sudden chaos.

On the East Coast, as several secret prisons of the Sky Eye Society were broken through, many super criminals also joined the carnival, causing chaos in several cities to be completely uncontrollable.

Some cities with poor public security have now entered a state of dire straits.

For example, Gotham.

"Bang"

In Gotham, the gate of the famous Arkham Asylum was kicked open.

Amid the sound of the chain breaking, the clown holding a colorful cane in his hand walked into this special prison with a familiarity under the escort of several tyrants.

Although Arkham is called a madhouse, it is actually a real treatment institution.

In Gotham City, many super criminals have psychological problems of one kind or another, and it is completely undesirable to throw them into ordinary prisons.

So the Gotham City Government specially created a Black Gate Prison for these guys for use in relation to supernatural criminals.

But those guys with serious psychological problems will be thrown into the Arkham Asylum.

They are serving sentences here while performing various psychological treatments.

In Gotham, Arkham Asylum is synonymous with hell.

And the clown is a regular visitor here.

He even has his own "deluxe single room" in the asylum.

Trust me, this is not something that ordinary criminals can receive.

"Bang"

A bullet shot out from the dim passage and shot towards the clown's head, but was easily blocked by the tyrant beside him.

The bullet hit the tyrant's gray-black arm, only splattering a leaping spark.

"Wow, is such a grand welcome ceremony?"

The clown, who feels like returning home in glory, doesn't care about the bullets shot.

He waved his fingers with a malicious smile on his face. The next moment, a tyrant rushed into the dim passage with heavy steps.

“I have a good listening experience!”

“In Arkham, you always exercise super hearing.”

The clown waved his cane and walked into the passage. He kept chattering to the winter soldier who followed him with a cold face:

"Those bastards always like to mess around at night, making you unable to sleep at all. But without their noise, you will feel that the world is too quiet."

"Oh, I'm really hopeless."

The clown touched his cheek with some sadness. He stroked the wound on his face, and he said:

"After leaving here for so long, I actually miss it."

"I miss the electric shocks every 3 days, miss the dirty jokes of the bastards, miss this damn hell"

The Winter Soldier who escaped from the previous melee on the New Jersey coast remained silent.

He followed the clown into the Arkham Asylum, which was starting to boil and began to roar.

In the darkness, his cold expression suddenly changed, and he said in a jerky voice:

"What did you do to me?"

"I undo them from your mind, friend."

The clown waved the cane in his hand, like a magician.

He laughed with his hands behind his back, and said:

"No thanks, Bucky."

The mind of Winter Soldier was no longer as empty as before. With the release of the golden apple, his chaotic memory fragments were rolling.

But he was brainwashed too many times and reshaped too many times, making his mind like Wolverine's.

No, it's worse than Logan.

Those shining fragments of memory cannot be combined into a reasonable memory at all.

It's like rubbing the memories of countless people together, tearing them apart, and then bonding them again.

This is not a revival of memory or a return of personality.

This is just another torture for a winter soldier who is used to being a mindless weapon.

"Why do you do this?"

Amid the clown's sharp laughter, Dong Seng gritted his teeth and said:

"What do you want to do?"

"I just helped me casually."

The clown waved his hand indifferently, and he bent down and took the blood-stained key from the guard whose head was torn off by the tyrant.

He waved the thing in his hand, making a jingle sound, he said:

"I just saw the surprise and shock in the eyes of that legendary hero when he saw your face."

"Where is me, I don't know what love, hate and affection are between you, but I think that's very interesting."

The clown looked back at the Winter Soldier and said:

"Don't think too much, Bucky, if you don't know what to do, follow your heart"

"Hey, your heart will tell you what to do."

"Besides, what's the point of killing a beast whose mind has been erased?"

The clown threw down a malicious statement and whistled voluptuously.

He picked up the key and opened the cell at hand. After a few seconds, the voice of a sharper woman came out of the cell.

"Dear! Are you here to save me? I know, I know! You won't give up on me! Come and kiss me."

"Halley?"

The clown's slightly panicked voice rang out of the cell, and he shouted:

"Why are you still here? Haven't you run away? Hell, don't touch me and don't touch there! Hell!"

More than a dozen minutes later, in the dining room of Arkham Asylum, in this place that was originally used for guards to rest and eat.

The clown was standing on the table, and before him, the entire Arkham prisoner was released.

These strange-looking guys remained silent. They looked at the clown standing on the table, and their eyes flashed from time to time.

The people here are not normal.

But they are not afraid of clowns, although they have all heard of the clown’s great reputation.

The reason they remained silent was because around the restaurant, several tyrants were staring at them.

Just now, three guys who tried to attack the clown were separated by the tyrant's claws.

The disgusting corpse was thrown on the ground at the clown's feet.

That was a naked threat.

The clown knows how to communicate with these scumbags. He is very good at the only verbal violence that these scumbags can understand!

"Bang, bang"

The colorful cane in the clown's hands twitched on the table, making a low sound.

He pretended to cough a few times, and then said to the villains who looked at him:

"You all know me, so I won't introduce myself."

"Listen to me, bastards! I have a big job now and need your help!"

The clown spread his arms and said enthusiastically:

"I've been traveling to New York these days. The hell is boring and not as energetic as Gotham, so I want to make it a little more interesting."

The clown blinked and said to the bastards who had a weird light shining in their eyes:

"The people in New York are very knowledgeable. They always think they have seen all the strange things in the world. They think they have seen the real big scenes."

"But I want them to know that they are just a bunch of rustic buns."

"I want them to know that there are always some things they have never seen before!"

"I want them to know what a real big scene is!"

The clown waved the cane in his hand and circled the thing in circles, just like a neurotic commander.

He kept giving orders to the acquaintances in Arkham.

"Scarecrow, get your damn poison gas ready, I'm going to sprinkle it all over New York!"

"Riderman, don't you like to guess riddles with people? New York is a big city, and people there can guess riddles. I mean, play it all!"

"Harvey! Harvey, don't throw your damn coins, pack up your luggage, change your clothes, and let's go to New York to play."

"Oh, right, how can I forget you, my dear Killer Crocodile, have your teeth sharpened?"

"This time you can start killing."

While chatting and issuing orders, the clown pulled his wrist open and looked at the weird red children's watch on his wrist. He said in surprise:

"No, I've been to Arkham for 30 minutes. Why haven't my dear little bat appeared yet?"

"I have brought him a lot of new friends."

"No matter what, he will definitely come."

The clown touched his chin, and he bent his mouth and showed a big smile.

"He will definitely come to me."

"He likes me and he likes playing games with me."

"I know."

After saying that, he was very gentlemanly, looking at a girl wearing a clown costume at the table, painted her beautiful face colorfully, and had a hot body, holding a circus sledgehammer in her hand.

He said:

"Let's go, my dear Harley."
Chapter completed!