Steve also stepped on the pebbles and walked to the coastline. He and Stark stood side by side, looking at the ebbing water. The layers of white waves kept surging, leaving wonderful patterns. The two of them were the same.
They were silent, but they seemed to know what the other person was thinking.
At this time, Strange flew over and said, "What on earth are you doing? Stark, didn't I just go to a spaceship and secretly conduct two experiments? Did you blow up this place like this?"
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"And you, Steve, you know that the man with the dagger is so dangerous, why don't you knock him out immediately? What is the relationship between you two?"
"And what's going on with the guy with the yellow light all over his body? I was having a great time fighting with him, and I was about to subdue him, but he actually ran away?"
"Peter? What are you doing lying here? Why are you covered in blood? Oh, my God..."
At this time, Stark and Steve, who heard the noise, turned their heads at the same time and looked at Strange together.
Strange was stunned when he saw the two of them looking at each other, and he said: "What are you looking at me for? Is there something on my face?... Hey, wait, why did you open the muzzle?!"
With a "swish" sound, the round shield flew towards Strange, followed immediately by the sound of crackling bullets and the sound of continuous bombings. Strange was jumped up and down by the two men while shouting: "
You two are quarreling, why are you taking your anger out on me?! You guys are crazy!! Stop it!!! I am the Supreme Mage!!!!"
Just after a few people ran away, Peter, who was lying on the ground, slowly turned his head back, then gently pushed away the medical robot left behind by Stark, and said to Red Bee in his mind: "Even if you blocked my
The pain is pretty bad this time, right?"
"You humans are simply the most deadly race I have ever seen. You know how sharp his dagger is, but you still dare to risk it?!" Red Bee said helplessly: "The symbiote has the obligation to stop the host from doing such a dangerous thing.
, cooperating with your actions has caused me to violate at least 400 parasitism rules. If Lan Ling finds out, I will suffer..."
"But the plan went well, didn't it? Wait, let's see... they don't seem to notice me. Where are the headphones? Where did you put them?"
As soon as Peter finished asking, a small red slime tentacle reached into the pocket of his spider suit, took out a miniature earphone, and inserted it into Peter's ear.
In the SHIELD base, Schiller put down the communicator. Nick looked at him and asked: "Who called you? It doesn't seem to be Grant?"
"Indeed it's not, it's another informant."
As they talked, they walked inside and walked into an office. What was waiting there was not a SHIELD agent, but a strangely dressed man. He was wearing a dress and had long hair.
There are also two pointed goat horns on his forehead.
Seeing Nick and Schiller walking in, he took out a foggy light ball from somewhere, handed it to Schiller and said: "This is the entire balance, our transaction is over."
"Those Hydra souls should be pretty good, right?" Schiller looked at him and asked.
"It's indeed good. Both in terms of activity and the power that can be extracted, it is much better than ordinary people. After completing this order, I will no longer have to work hard to deceive those weak and stupid ordinary humans for at least 20 years...
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"But speaking of which, can't we give you some more discounts? In case there is such a cooperation next time, I am your big customer..."
"Mephisto, your greed is something I have never seen in my life." Nick crossed his arms and looked at the man, saying, "Because of your stinginess, we revised the contract for 16 editions, and we haven't even asked you for retouching fees.
Woolen cloth."
"Okay, I can unilaterally assure you that if this happens again, you must be our first choice." Schiller held the ball of light and looked at Mephisto and said.
The content of the transaction between Schiller, Nick and Mephisto was very simple. It was actually the souls of certain members of Hydra.
Since Schiller turned Arkham Sanitarium into a stronghold housing important Hydra agents, he first turned these agents into free labor, and then collected a sum of money from those customers of the immortality factor.
Then, because he took over all the Hydra work in New York State, the major smugglers around him paid him protection fees and asked him to use safe strongholds to preserve their direct line forces. Schiller accepted the money and of course conscientiously took care of the people.
Even though there was a lot of loss in the process, at least one fifth of the people came to the sanatorium.
The area of the sanatorium is limited. This old bank building located not far from Wall Street is not as big as imagined. With a few hundred people crammed in, there is no room for them to stay.
So, if the nursing home is full, where should the agents be sent?
Schiller's answer, of course, was to sell it to S.H.I.E.L.D.
However, SHIELD's space is also limited, but Hydra has an endless supply of agents. When SHIELD's space is full, where should the agents be sent?
Schiller and Nick's answer, of course, was to sell it to Mephisto.
One fish is eaten three times, one sheep is harvested three times.
The regional dimension that Mephisto controls is a dimension with special properties. In order to maintain the existence of this dimension, Mephisto needs to draw power from the soul. In the universe, the human soul carries an extraordinarily large amount of energy.
It is extremely valuable, so he does not hesitate to spend great efforts to trick humans into signing contracts.
Some people may wonder why he didn't just create a disaster and harvest a large number of human souls?
Let’s not mention the power of Odin and Ancient One. In fact, their power is not as good as Mephisto’s. The more important reason is that after death, what humans should return to is not hell or heaven, but “death”.
It is "Death", one of the five founding gods.
No one can violate this theorem. Even if Mephisto can cause a catastrophe, the dead people will go to "death" and have nothing to do with him.
The only way to intercept souls from death is to let humans voluntarily sign a contract and sell their souls to him, so he did not hesitate to spend a lot of time and energy to deceive and sneak attacks one by one.
But now, Schiller and Nick have proposed a new transaction method. As the Lord of Hell who has many things to do, why do you come to Earth to cheat people secretly? Leave this kind of deception to us, you sit in Hell and wait.
Just start eating.
Of course, a small fee is required in this process. After all, it will take some effort for SHIELD to pry out information from those determined Hydra members and then force them to sign a devil's contract.
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Also, Mephisto's criterion for the abundance of soul energy is "sin" and "pain," which is exactly in line with Nick and Schiller's goal of screening important Hydra members.
After contacting Mephisto, Schiller took him to visit Arkham Sanatorium. Mephisto said whose soul was delicious, and Nick immediately pulled the person away. The devil could feel the soul energy.
Abundant and abundant, how sinful and evil must this person be? There must be a lot of information in his mind.
With this method, Nick also caught two smugglers hiding among ordinary agents. These two people were playing a trick of escaping their shells. They said they wanted to let their members take refuge, but in fact they were hiding themselves in this group of ordinary agents.
Among the agents, Lai uses Schiller's safe base to escape the purge.
SHIELD obtained a lot of useful information from them, including the location of the stronghold where the Winter Soldier was stored.
The deposit paid by Mephisto was handed over to SHIELD, and the balance was collected by Schiller. After receiving the essence of the soul energy extracted by Mephisto, Schiller returned to his office with satisfaction, and then... took
He took out his own umbrella.
He held the handle of the umbrella and looked around. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. Then he put the ball of energy on the tip of the umbrella and said to his new umbrella: "I don't know what you like to eat, but I think this thing is good.
You can try it."
After saying that, he glanced at the list of security personnel placed on his desk, and then said: "If you think it tastes good, there will be more in the future."
Before the cursed soul residing in the umbrella could reply, a series of dissatisfied emotions erupted from the gray fog in Schiller's mind. Schiller comforted him and said: "Are you eating this?...What? You even eat this."
?Don’t you only eat emotions?”
"You want to try it too? Okay, you two can split it in half, don't say I'm partial..."
As he spoke, a small tentacle made of gray mist stretched out from his arm. After taking a sip, the gray mist made a few "bah bah bah" sounds. Schiller said with a smile: "It seems that the symbiote can't eat this."
, be careful if you eat too much, I will find something else for you to eat another day."
The gray fog was humming in Schiller's mind, and Schiller could only say: "Okay, you can drink a little wine, but not too much."
Gray fog said "Yeah!" and then went to drink happily, seemingly not paying attention to the ball of soul energy in Schiller's hand.
Schiller shook his head helplessly, and then he saw a trace of black energy appear on the tip of the umbrella, and then gradually penetrated into the soul light ball in his hand. After a while, the light ball became smaller.
lock up.
"It seems that you like eating this very much, which makes me relieved. If you were as picky as Hui Wu and stole wine every day, I would have a headache."
The cursed soul didn't seem to be particularly sane yet, so it didn't respond to Schiller. He just followed his instinct and continued to absorb power.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of Schiller's office, and Peter walked in carrying his schoolbag. The smell of blood seemed to have not dissipated from his body, but his expression was very happy. He put his schoolbag on the sofa, and then
Said to Schiller.
"The plan went well, Professor."
"Have they reconciled?" Schiller asked.
"Absolutely, but the two of them are beating Mr. Strange together, does it really matter?"