With a swish sound, the elevator door opened again. When Mustache returned to the office, someone was already waiting for him.
It was a very tall, middle-aged man, with long, thick white hair tied unkemptly on the back of his head, dragging straight to the ground, like a thick wolf's tail.
Even the black fur coat couldn't hide his explosive muscle lines, and his whole body was as strong as a giant bear walking upright.
His face was full of majesty, as if compared with his mustache, he was more like the leader of a powerful country, with terrifying power in every move.
"Romulus, you're here." The head of state walked straight to his desk, took out a few documents, looked at them, and signed his name.
It's just that what he signed now is not the AH in the past, but the 'Root of Hatred', a title that no one has heard of.
"I heard that my allies are going to launch their own big plan, so I have to come over and take a look." The Wolf King shrugged nonchalantly and picked up the flying eagle statue on his desk and played with it: "But your plan
It's just to spread hatred, and even if it succeeds, there's no joy in it."
The head of state did not even raise his head. He clenched his fists: "Enjoyment is sinful. I will not be satisfied until all my enemies are wiped out! I will not be satisfied until I avenge my motherland! Roman-style enjoyment
This is the reason for its demise, don’t you still understand?”
Romulus put the flying eagle statue back on the table, crossed his arms and nodded: "You are right, but...what does Rome have to do with me? I built it, just like
I built a house on flat land, and then I decided to travel around and abandoned the house. If someone picked it up, it would have nothing to do with me if it collapsed and how many people were crushed to death."
Although they are both dictators, Mustache and Romulus are completely different people. At this time, their views on this matter are completely different.
In the era of Romulus, there was no concept of country at all, so how could we talk about feelings for a country?
People may have feelings for their childhood toys, but Romulus felt that Rome was not fun, at least for now, far less fun than Wolverine.
The head of state shook his head, was silent for a moment, and then changed the subject: "What about you? Where is the thing you promised me?"
"Here." Romulus took out a small test tube, which contained dark red blood, which exuded a warm color under the light: "Although it is not my blood, it is better than your current unlimited prescription.
The effect is better.”
The head of state stared at the test tube and nodded slightly: "I will ask my researchers to prepare the serum and make it slightly compatible with the people on the seabed. I have prepared what you want, so you'd better take it away quickly.
"
"Happy cooperation, then I'll look forward to enjoying the beautiful scenery of troubled times, hahahaha..."
Romulus looked up to the sky and laughed, and turned away neatly, leaving only laughter echoing in the air.
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"Dr. Faust, long time no see." On the other side, Zemo and his team bypassed the research area and found Faust who was tending a field of colorful mushrooms.
Faust looked like a standard scientist. His blond hair was combed back and he wore a pair of glasses. Although he was tall and tall, he was not a warrior. He only had the air of a scholar and aristocrat.
"It turns out to be Xiaozemo. It's been a long time since we last met. It's always a joy to see friends from Hydra reunited. You and your father look so alike."
Faust put down the magnifying glass in his hand, turned around and looked at Baron Zemo up and down, and said with a smile on his face.
The corner of Zemo's mouth twitched, and he was wearing a purple hood. Doesn't it look different?
What is hateful is that now all the leaders in Hydra are senior to him, especially those who don't pay much attention to aristocratic etiquette. The word "little" is on their lips every day.
Not only that, Faust is the person Zemo least wants to see here, tied for first place with Viper.
Because these two are masters of terror doctrine and secret combat, their age is there, and their experience is naturally richer than mine.
If the head of state chooses someone to lead the army to carry out related tasks, then he will definitely choose Dr. Faustus, not himself.
In fact, Faust should not be called Doctor. He is a psychiatrist. He is best at layout and psychological hypnosis. He can control almost anyone through various self-made hallucinogens, combined with professional methods and eyes.
This is quite destructive behind the enemy's rear. If you control the enemy to attack yourself, your side can win without consuming a single soldier.
Viper is a master of urban guerrilla warfare. She is good at using sewers, basements, secret passages, tombs and other terrains to launch biological and chemical weapons offensives. She also has all kinds of poisons and poisonous gases at her fingertips. Zemo cannot compare with her in this regard.
The head of state just asked him to come to Faust, which was very obvious. Next, he asked him to listen to Faust's arrangements.
This made Zemo feel unhappy. He was used to making decisions outside, and he had really forgotten the feeling of having someone above him.
However, he did not show it, but hugged Faust very enthusiastically, with a smile in his tone: "Uncle Faust, I miss you too. Where have you been after so many years? None of us know
Your news."
Faust led Zemo towards his office, which was actually the single room next door. It looked more like a place where a gardener should live, rather than the leader of Hydra.
Because he is very close to the fungi, and the temperature and humidity in the air are not suitable for humans, Zemo is not very comfortable here.
But Faust himself was still very comfortable. He was wearing a brand new blue suit and a beautiful tie, without even a drop of sweat.
"I have already said that I have my own latent mission and will not disclose it to any of you, so I will not explain the next plan. You just need to know your own duties."
He motioned for Zemo and others to sit on the sofa, and at the same time brought out drinks and snacks to entertain them. He had a gentle smile on his face, but his words were not polite at all.
He immediately declared his leadership, completely ignoring Zemo and treating him like a subordinate.
Zemo didn't seem to notice anything, and just touched the hilt of his sword tightly with his hand: "Doctor, at least tell me what I can know."
"Your mission is to get to this location in the United States before 12 o'clock tonight in New York time. There will be a National Guard with a total of about 300,000 people at your disposal. Try every means to cause the greatest chaos. This
That’s your mission.”
Faust slowly told a corner of the plan, and Zemo could probably think of what it meant behind it.
During World War II, the head of state had been thinking about how to burn the flames of war on the enemy's territory. Jet fighters, rockets and other scientific research projects were all developed for this purpose.
But in the end, none of this took shape, and Germany was defeated. Now it seems that the head of state should have some support, and the whole plan is definitely not as simple as Faust said...
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Su Ming looked at the tortured soul in front of him and fell into deep thought.
He didn't want to pay any price to get the information, after all, the information was not worth anything, but Mephisto was so cunning that he just played Tai Chi in circles with him.
That product can afford the energy consumption, but Su Ming can't afford it. We still don't know where Steve has been, and every second wasted may have serious consequences.
So after signing the contract, Su Ming exchanged a piece of news for the information in Mephisto's hands.
Yes, Su Ming told Mephisto about Black Heart's plan to rebel.
Anyway, Lao Mo's son wants to be the lord of hell every day, and is always plotting to kill his father for rebellion. As for whether he is plotting something secretly now...
Since the contract has been established, it means that Emperor Weishan also believes that the transaction is fair.
Yes, Black Heart is planning something right now, cooperating with other hell lords to kill Lao Mo.
Mephisto still has credibility. The essence of the devil is actually a businessman. Although there are sometimes situations where he cheats customers or resorts to tricks, these are tricks that can only be played on the basis of "customers" having no foundation.
Deathstroke is not in this category. On the contrary, to a certain extent, even if it is clear that he is a warrior with the title of Supreme Mage, Mephisto does not dare to take risks at this juncture.
Mephisto's intelligence is very well-informed. He knows what deal Deathstroke negotiated with the legendary 'Man in the Shadow' during the Nine Realms War. Although the content of the transaction is unknown, he heard that before that, Deathstroke was...
Knocked on Odin's sap.
But Odin was able to endure this tone afterwards, and Mephisto felt a little confused.
There is no need to use your own head to test things that you don't understand. There will always be fools who step on landmines. Mephisto's current policy is to wait and see what happens and maintain the previous relationship with Kama Taj.
One wants to invade the earth, and the other has cast a protective circle. It seems that the two sides should be hostile.
But in fact the relationship between sorcerers and demons is not that simple.
How energy flows and how to maintain the balance of a world is not decided by any one party.
So Mephisto found the half soul and threw it to Su Ming, while he himself got into the magma and disappeared because he had some family matters to deal with.
Su Ming was now facing a confused demon soul with almost no way to communicate.
Monaco wiped the sweat from his face. Although the flames of hell were isolated by magic, the temperature was still higher than what ordinary people could bear. The chaotic power of the fire element affected the flow of magic energy all the time.
"No, my magic is ineffective on him. The half of his memory as a human has disappeared. This is just an ordinary demon soul, with his head full of lava."
This demon soul looked like a translucent human-shaped fireball. Not only did it not cooperate with Monaco's inquiry, it also laughed at him about the rabbit.
Monaco took a few steps back and spread his hands, indicating that he was at his wits' end and there were only so many soul magics he could think of. He was not a sorcerer who was good at hell magic, and he didn't dabble much in soul magic.
Su Ming thought for a moment. Anyway, he already had the demon soul, and Mephisto didn't say not to take it away, so he just took it to find someone who was good at soul magic.
"It doesn't matter, open the door and go to this location in Africa." He took out a map and pointed there again with his finger.