From the bottom of his heart, Richard didn't worry about the people around him at all. No one he knew well could be dealt with casually by Whitehall sending a few soldiers.
But Whitehall obviously didn't understand it that way. He still kept his squinty smile, and the reflection on his glasses made him look like a cunning and cunning boss behind the scenes.
"Let's open the skylight and speak frankly. I've done my research, Mr. Li. I know there are people you care about and I know where they are." He said, "Normally in this room we might not be so easy to take action.
, but they always go out, and you can't possibly take care of them all.
If you're worried that I'm going to blackmail you into doing something outrageous, that's no need. I'm just here to show...friendliness."
"Oh? What's the friendly method?" Richard continued to drink beer, and the can of beer had reached the bottom.
To be honest, he has no reaction to alcohol now. Drinking is just a drink to taste.
"It's very simple." Whitehall crossed his arms, "I believe you already know that a storm is coming. Baron Strucker is finished. This is a certainty. The only difference is who will collect the benefits."
"I know, but I'm not interested in it." Richard said, "If that's what you're worried about, don't worry."
Dr. Whitehall smiled.
"Let's just say I believe you," Whitehall said, "but that's not the answer I want. In fact, I hope you're interested. I need you to go all out to get something out of the next battle.
What's yours...then I'll take some of it."
"Oh." Richard said expressionlessly, "Do you think I would do that?"
"With all due respect, I don't think you have a choice. I hold your secret, and you are not that powerful without the cover of your identity." Whitehall's tone was quite polite, but his words were tit for tat, "Baron Strucker's
Downfall means more than just a piece of his pie; it represents an opening, an opportunity - a chance for all of us to do what we should have done long ago.
If it goes well, Hydra may be reunited. This is a rule that history has already determined. The only difference is who leads it. And you will help me get into that position, Mr. Li. In return, I promise to
The new Hydra gives you a good enough position at a price that is definitely worth it.”
Richard nodded thoughtfully, raised his head and took another sip of beer.
"So, what do you think?" Whitehall asked.
"Ah," Richard turned the can over, "drink it."
Whitehall began to lose his patience.
"I don't have much time for you to think about it," he said. "It's pointless if you try to delay it."
Seeing his serious attitude and aggressive look, Richard couldn't help but feel funny.
Why didn't he blast Whitehall out as soon as he saw him? Or simply blast them where they were until there were no atoms left?
Just out of sheer boredom.
After Ganata left, he had been feeling a little inexplicably irritable and had an attitude of being unmotivated about everything. Whitehall suddenly showed up to chat with him for a day. He thought it was quite interesting, at least he could pass the time.
Take some time.
However, the glasses man obviously did not realize his position, and he even funnyly thought that he had bargaining chips.
Richard thought for a while, and temporarily left a clone to accompany Whitehall, while the main body separated from the body and flew out in a form invisible to the naked eye.
He escaped into the subspace while transforming, and appeared directly above the Whitehall Base Camp thousands of miles away in an instant.
Whitehall thought that his lair was very hidden, but in fact, in Richard's eyes, there were no truly hidden places on earth. Not only could he clearly see every move in this base from outside the atmosphere,
, you can even see another facility that Whitehall hides underneath the facility - a secret base within a secret base.
The old guy from Whitehall obviously put a lot of thought into this. He did a lot of shielding work to try to hide the base, and used various technological means. But it was useless. In the eyes of the gods, all his little secrets were useless.
Escape.
Switching to the blue adult form, Nexus flew high in the air, raised his arms, and loaded the golden bow and arrow with a burst of golden light on his wrist. Countless light particles swirled around his body and arms, locking the distance below.
That huge facility.
Countless HYDRA agents are milling around the facility, and they will never find out where the attack is coming from.
Bow arrow light!
The golden light cuts through the space, and the huge bow swoops down with an indomitable momentum!
The protective cover, armor plates, reinforced concrete all melted like paper in the golden light, the floor was blasted open, and even the underground facilities were swept away by the impact. In less than a second, the strong impact destroyed Whitehall's entire body.
The base was completely wiped from the earth. Metal, rubble, and the entire ruins were decomposed in the strong light, and not even the sparks or debris were left.
In an instant, the entire land was blasted away cleanly, as if it had been dug away entirely from the depths of the earth, leaving no trace.
Nexus put away his bow and arrows and descended, landing at the edge of the pit with an exaggerated diameter.
The blue giant squatted down, pressed his palms on the ground, and poured out his divine power.
The terrain began to transform and change at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the deep hole was quickly filled. Thin grass spread and grew along the ground, covering the newly grown land like a green carpet. Followed by flowers of various colors,
Shrubs, and trees. Saplings grew into towering trees in the blink of an eye, just like the trees that had grown here many years ago.
Now that he is the patron saint of the earth, he has the authority to use all resources and energy on this planet. This kind of thing is naturally easy.
After finishing the work, Richard released the transformation and returned to his room.
Poor Brother Whitehall obviously didn't know that he had ended up in a similar miserable situation as Baron Strucker at this moment, and he still continued to press: "Don't waste time, this is your last chance. Be sensible.
Click your choice, or I will do it for you."
Richard looked at him expressionlessly.
"Before you do that, Dr. Whitehall, I strongly suggest that you call your hometown and ask what happened." He said, "Maybe you will change your mind."
Whitehall narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a moment, as if he was wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
He didn't say anything, but he still took out his cell phone and made a few calls.
No one seemed to answer the first few calls, and it wasn't until his fourth call that someone finally answered.
Then the expression of the glasses man suddenly froze and his glasses widened.
"What?" He said with disbelief on his face, "You said...it's gone? What does it mean it's gone???"