Chapter 111: 110. Rational Use of Mechanics
Loya's slightly divine voice echoed within the room.
For some reason, when Venom heard that clearly divine voice, an unprecedented chill welled up in its heart, giving it a very bad feeling.
It was as if... it was being stared down by a devil.
It asked somewhat uneasily, "What—what do you mean? You want to eat me too?"
After speaking, it curled its body up, shivering.
One pet, one Master, and both wanted to eat the Symbiote; this was simply too terrifying.
Especially Loya—a human wanting to eat a Symbiote felt to Venom like a steak wanting to eat a person, just like a horror movie.
Having experienced so many universes, it had never seen anything so insane.
Loya looked down at Venom, the corners of his mouth curling slightly. Soft white light hit his face, making him look very sunny.
Seeing this hellish scene, Venom's entire body shook, nearly causing it to self-destruct and flee on the spot.
It suppressed the discomfort in its heart and said in a piteous tone, "Lord Loya, please stop scaring me, okay? I've been cowardly since I was a kid; I can't take a fright. Just tell me, how do you want me to help you?"
It currently couldn't possess anyone or escape; 'miserable' was the only word for it.
It hadn't reached a dead end yet, and transferring its consciousness was too dangerous. If it failed to suppress its counterpart in another universe and got hunted by monsters again, that would be even more dangerous than here.
But staying here meant facing this existence that was utterly foreign across countless memories; it was truly a dilemma.
Loya smiled slightly and said something somewhat baffling: "It's simple. I want you to have children."
Venom froze, a physical question mark condensing above its head.
What the hell?
Is this guy a total pervert?
Watching a Symbiote have children? What kind of weird fetish is that?
Venom's mind completely stalled at those words.
Loya curled his lip: "Aren't you the greatest Venom? You don't even understand this?"
He used telekinesis to bring Venom outside: "Can't you Symbiotes reproduce through fission? I want you to split off offspring with self-awareness, and then I'll slaughter them."
Venom: "..."
That's even more perverted, okay!
What kind of devil had it encountered? What kind of sick hobby was this?
Have Angels become like this nowadays?
After a brief silence, Venom quickly thought it through. Rather than thinking too much, it was better to go along with him; maybe it would find a chance to escape or even possess him.
It was a professional at this sort of thing.
It sighed and said helplessly, "Lord Loya, I really can't do what you're asking. Fission reproduction requires consuming a massive amount of biological matter and energy."
Previously, those humans used a portion of me to artificially cultivate Symbiotes, which already consumed a lot of my biological matter and energy. I really can't do it right now."
"Unless—" Venom chuckled, his tone fawning, "Unless you let me possess you. With your physical fitness, we can have as many as we want."
"And only during possession is the offspring produced the most perfect. Pure fission reproduction easily results in defects in the next generation."
It twisted its body, its tone seductive: "Lord Loya, think about it. We reproduce many Symbiotes, then control them to build a Symbiote army for you. Conquering the entire Earth would be a matter of minutes."
Loya gave Venom a flat look, flipped his palm, and a green bean appeared in his hand.
[Senzu Bean: A bag of Senzu Beans. After eating, it can instantly heal all injuries, replenish stamina, and restore all energy.]
"Here, eat this."
With that, he casually flicked the "Senzu Bean" to Venom.
Venom caught the "Senzu Bean" with a tentacle, looked at it first, and then sensed it with the Symbiote's unique perception.
In its perception, this was just a plain, ordinary bean with nothing special about it.
After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, it no longer hesitated. Since things were already like this, at worst it would just have to transfer its consciousness; it didn't matter.
"Gulp!"
As the "Senzu Bean" entered its body, Venom's originally indifferent expression instantly froze, its mouth hanging wide open.
Something unspeakable and unimaginable happened instantly within its body.
The moment it ate the bean, all the energy it had previously consumed was fully replenished. The minor internal damage caused by the Life Foundation's experiments was also completely healed.
It was as if... as if the protagonist's status in a video game had been refreshed.
Venom could only feel the biological matter and energy within its body being fully restored, reaching its peak state. It couldn't help but let out a roar: "This feels so good!!!"
After shouting, it turned to look at Loya, its face full of disbelief: "What is this thing?"
Even with its vast knowledge, Venom couldn't see through the secret of the "Senzu Bean."
It wasn't that it hadn't seen things that could instantly replenish energy, but it had never seen something so ordinary-looking yet with such heaven-defying effects; it simply defied common sense.
From the look of it, this universe seemed a bit special, with many things it had never seen before.
Loya didn't answer the question, but instead said: "You don't need to worry about that. I have hundreds of beans like this. Just focus on splitting; there's plenty to go around."
The bag of "Senzu Beans" he got from the system rewards contained as many as two hundred and fifty.
This thing really wasn't very useful to him. With the "Horse Talisman," he didn't have to worry about getting injured.
As for energy replenishment, with the energy storage from "Photosynthesis," he likewise didn't need to worry.
Using them to provide energy for Venom's fission was perfect; it could be used for the experiment.
"Oh, right." Loya suddenly remembered something and added, "Use the minimum amount of energy to split offspring. As long as they have self-awareness and count as a life form, it's fine."
Venom was slightly stunned, unable to understand Loya's thinking.
He didn't need a Symbiote army; he only needed to split off life individuals with basic self-awareness, and then he wanted to kill them?
What kind of perverted behavior was this?
Unable to figure it out, Venom couldn't be bothered to think anymore. It had seen many perverts, and one more wouldn't make a difference.
After seeing the "Senzu Bean," it became even more curious about Loya and this universe, and its desire to escape faded significantly.
Intuition told it that this might be an opportunity, and it had to seize every possible chance.
Endure!
So what if it was serving a pervert?
Easy!
Its flattery skills were also the strongest among the Venoms of the multiverse!
Venom silently activated its ability, splitting off a viscous, wriggling spawn at the smallest cost, which twisted randomly on the ground.
Compared to the piece split off for Gulu before, this piece seemed more spirited and active.
Loya looked over, feeling a surge of joy in his heart.
As he had expected, a Symbiote with consciousness was judged as a dark life form by the "Wings of Eternity."
After all, they originated from Knull, that entity of pure void and darkness.
In other words, as long as he let Venom keep splitting and he kept killing, he could continuously farm stacks for the "Wings of Eternity."
This mechanic was truly excellent.
Loya casually pointed, and a cluster of flames fell, burning Venom's split "child" to ash.
At the same time, Loya glanced at the system panel.
[Wings of Eternity Stacks: 1/9999 (Next Advancement Stacks: 9999)]
"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine? So many?"
Loya was slightly surprised, but after a moment, he felt relieved.
Actually, it wasn't that many. The criteria for the "Wings of Eternity" wasn't just dark life forms, but also evil—an evil of the heart, rather than just biological nature.
For example, if he dropped a nuke on Hell's Kitchen now, the stacks would definitely be enough.
As for whether he could max it out directly, that would depend on how much the second advancement required.
But now that he had Venom as a "mob spawner," he should be able to advance once very soon.
Loya nodded with a smile at Venom and gave a thumbs up: "Venom, great job! Your child was very good."
Venom: "..."
I really want to tear your mouth apart.
Loya casually ignited a ring of fire on the ground and said, "After you split an offspring, just throw it directly into the fire to burn it to death. Remember to be quick."
After speaking, he went off to check the items he had obtained earlier.
Venom looked at the flickering flames, its mood too complex to describe.
This kind of split body with only the faintest trace of consciousness is, in a sense, not an offspring, but a weapon.
In the past, when certain Symbiotes invaded planets, they would use this tactic.
By retaining the faintest killing intent within the split bodies and letting them parasitize the planet's organisms to slaughter at will, they could quickly cripple a planet's fighting force.
However, unlike the current situation, Venom always felt like he was selling out his own children for personal gain; in short, it was very strange and complicated.
"Forget it, I won't think about it. This great one can endure! One day, I will stand up!"
Venom cheered himself up in his heart, silently beginning to split off sub-bodies, then throwing them into the fire to be burned to ashes, becoming a heartless killer of offspring and an automatic mob grinder.
On the other side, the "blackened mask" appeared in Loya's hand, and he placed it over his face.
"I'm sorry for being born human, boohoo..."
Oh no! He had rolled an emo emotion.
Loya immediately took off the mask and then put it back on.
"F*ck the Heavens, I'm gonna—"
This was anger.
"Ugh, Venom is so ugly."
This was disgust.
"Sigh, I'm really sorry to Venom. I shouldn't treat him like this. I'm such a bastard."
This was guilt.
Loya was testing the mask's negative emotion amplification effect with great enthusiasm, while Venom, not far away, was trembling with fear.
As a Symbiote, he could sense simple emotions.
At this moment, in Venom's perception, Loya's emotions were extremely unstable, switching back and forth between peaks of various negative emotions, all while putting a mask on and off and saying words that attacked him one moment and apologized the next.
He was simply a lunatic!
Thus—he split himself even more diligently. He had experience dealing with psychos, perverts, and lunatics: just do what they asked.
Loya didn't know that in Venom's eyes, he had become a rare freak in the Universe; all his thoughts were on the system items.
He had already tested the results: the "blackened mask" would randomly amplify a certain negative emotion every time it was worn. He just needed to keep taking it off and putting it back on; eventually, he would roll the desired amplification of killing intent.
In the future, before a battle, he would roll for killing intent first, essentially getting a free buff.
It was just a rational use of mechanics.
As for the "folding stool" item, its attack power was indeed not strong, but it had a guaranteed-hit trait, which gave it room to shine.
Loya only needed to use the "pay-to-win enchanting table" to boost its enchantments. With the combination of enchantments and the guaranteed-hit trait, it could produce miraculous effects.
This was also an item mechanic.
And the "Decomposition Furnace" item could break down creations into basic materials.
For the current Loya, it wasn't very useful yet.
At this moment, among his series of items, the only one that could be called useless was probably the "solar saw."
Firstly, since he had the power of the sun within him, the effect of the "solar saw" was negligible.
Add to that the weapon Asgard was currently forging; once Loya used "Solar Blessing" to empower it, given the status of the sun, the effect would definitely be better.
This made the "solar saw" seem even more redundant. It would be better to decompose it for materials; they might actually be useful.
So Loya took out the "Decomposition Furnace" and decisively decomposed the "solar saw."
The next moment, a prompt appeared on the system panel.
[solar saw decomposed. Obtained solar stone and several electronic components.]
[solar stone: A stone mutated by the power of the sun. Can be integrated into a weapon to grant increased damage against creatures that fear the sun and a +1 Strength effect while holding the weapon.]
"Oh? A pleasant surprise?"
Loya's eyes lit up. He didn't expect decomposition to yield such good loot. This solar stone could be saved to be integrated into that weapon later.
"Master Loya, I can't go on. I feel like my body has been hollowed out."
Just then, Venom's weak voice rang out.
Loya turned to look. Venom had shrunk by a large margin, and his color seemed to have dimmed significantly.
He glanced at the system panel.
[Wings of Eternity Stacks: 426]
Oho, so diligent?
Only about half an hour had passed, and Venom had already sent over four hundred of his own offspring on their way. It was clear how hard this guy was working.
Loya was very satisfied, so with a flip of his hand, another "Senzu Bean" appeared: "Here, eat this and continue."
Venom took the Senzu Bean but didn't eat it. Instead, he said weakly, "It's no use, Master Loya. This can't restore mental energy. Splitting offspring requires mental energy, and I've reached my limit."
"Oh~ Is that so~?" Loya deliberately elongated his tone.
He could sense that Venom was feeling guilty; the guy was clearly lying, or at least he wasn't exhausted to this extent.
Seeing Loya's half-smiling expression, Venom panicked internally.
Splitting offspring did indeed consume mental energy, but it hadn't reached the point where he couldn't hold on; his current state was just an act.
He just felt he couldn't be too subservient, otherwise his future status would be lower than that of a dog.
Years of experience told him that there must be a limit to everything; a simp who is too humble will never have a good ending!
Loya didn't push too hard. As the saying goes, a combination of kindness and authority yields the best results.
However, before he could speak, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs, followed by an incredible exclamation.
"Darling? These—what's with the wings? An Angel?"
Felicia, wrapped in a bathrobe, came down from upstairs. Her hair was wet, and she emitted a fresh scent of shower gel.
She stared blankly at Loya, who had a pair of pure white wings spread behind his back. The aura of holiness and nobility formed a sharp contrast with what she was thinking, making her swallow involuntarily, her pupils almost turning into heart shapes.
Sensing Felicia's almost overflowing desire, Loya was a bit dazed and explained, "This is an item, I can put them away—"
"No, no, no!" Before he could finish, Felicia hurriedly interrupted him, grabbing his arm. Her eyes were playful as she swallowed hard. "An Angel is exactly what I want~"
Loya: "..."
He turned to look at Venom and said in a gentle tone, "Go back into the bottle. You've worked hard, get some rest."
Venom was slightly stunned. Not knowing what he was thinking, he obediently returned to the bottle.
Loya then said to Gulu, "Watch Venom."
Gulu rolled over and directly blocked the mouth of the bottle.
Loya smiled slightly at Felicia, and the two of them hurried up to the second floor.
When dry wood meets a raging fire, it's easy to imagine what happens next.
At this moment, only Venom and Gulu remained in the living room.
Venom was indignant: "Damn Loya, he acts all gentle when a woman is around, but he's a pure beast when there isn't!"
Hearing the strange sounds gradually coming from the second floor, he formed a bold plan in his mind.
According to the knowledge in the Hive network, males are extremely vulnerable during mating. If he launched a sneak attack on Loya now, wouldn't it be easy to possess him and copy his superpowers?
Thinking of it, he did it. He looked at Gulu outside and said, "Gulu, aaaaaah—urgh—"
Before he could finish, a bolt of electricity hit Venom, causing him to twitch all over and scream repeatedly.
Venom looked outside in utter confusion, only to see that Gollum had transformed into a lightning form. A hollow had appeared in its body, perfectly encasing the bottle holding him without a single gap.
"Wait? How can you also turn into a lightning form?"
Venom was completely bewildered. This spherical pet called Gulu actually had this trick up its sleeve.
Looking at the seamless lightning cage before him, he completely gave up. There was no way to escape.
At this time, more suggestive sounds drifted down from the second floor.
Venom didn't have any physiological needs in that regard; Symbiotes didn't even have genders.
He was just angry, shaking with rage. That guy was enjoying himself upstairs while he was in prison down here. It was so unfair!
But he was powerless to resist and could only silently curse in his heart: "Scumbag couple! Scumbag couple! I hope you die!"
Chapter 112: 111. Fury: I Think You're Too Extreme
The next day.
The city had just begun to bustle, and the air was already filled with restlessness.
Major newspapers in New York, from large to small, almost all welcomed an unprecedented carnival on this day. Printing presses were nearly run into the ground, and newspapers were almost entirely sold out.
The explosive nature of this news even rivaled Tony Stark's announcement that he was Iron Man!
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In just twenty-four hours, several major events had occurred.
First, the famous CEO of Hammer Industries, Justin Hammer—known to all as Tony Stark's number one hater—had actually died!
He even died at the hands of the steel armor he was researching. Relevant surveillance footage leaked online, showing him being headshotted in one strike by the armor!
Some said it was karma.
Plagiarism and piracy aside, showing off when your technology isn't up to par and getting killed by your own armor was a death well-deserved.
Others claimed it was a conspiracy, clearly Stark's doing. Fearing that Hammer Industries would surpass Stark Industries, he must have played dirty; they insisted Starkbe arrested and executed.
Still others said the government actually wanted the steel technology and intentionally framed him.
All sorts of opinions emerged, leading to endless arguments online without any conclusion.
Hammer Industries' stock price plummeted as a result.
Second, the Life Foundation's underground laboratory was blown up, suffering heavy losses.
Originally, this news wouldn't have been so explosive. After all, quite a few laboratories are blown up in America every year; it wasn't surprising.
At most, some die-hard fans of the Life Foundation would wail a bit online.
But unexpectedly, an untraceable mysterious account released a series of definitive dirt on the Life Foundation.
This included, but was not limited to, the illegal kidnapping of homeless people for human experimentation, deceiving the public, and creating some kind of unknowable monster.
This completely ignited public opinion.
The Life Foundation had no way to wash its hands of it and quickly became the focus of public outcry. There were reports that they had already been summoned for questioning by the U.S. Military.
The final outcome remained unknown.
In short, the entire enterprise was now reviled, and its stock price had hit rock bottom.
Third, and most puzzling and shocking of all.
An incredible giant crater appeared at an abandoned pier in Brooklyn, almost destroying the entire pier.
According to relevant sources and witnesses, they heard terrifying, non-human roars on the night of the incident. Shortly after, a small Sun appeared in the sky and crashed into the pier, leaving the giant crater.
Furthermore, even now, strange flames were still burning there—flames that could actually use soil as fuel and continue to burn.
This was incredibly shocking. Many researchers rushed to the scene, attempting to study the flames.
But as soon as they arrived, the flames abruptly vanished, making the event seem even more mysterious and unbelievable.
This matter had the highest level of discussion.
Some said it was a superweapon invented by the government to deal with monsters hidden among humans.
Others said it was a government human experiment to create a Superman, specifically conducting tests there.
Or they simply said it was aliens.
Of course, there was also a group of religious people—the smallest in number but the loudest in voice.
They believed it was a miracle, the descent of the Sun Godto punish arrogant humanity and the inactive government, sounding a warning for mankind and bringing redemption to the World.
In short, opinions were divided, and there was no definitive conclusion; it was fast becoming an urban legend.
And the instigator of all this, Loya, was sitting on the edge of the bed, enthusiastically watching the online discussions with a smile on his face.
Behind him, on the messy bed, lay Felicia and the Cat Goddess, their faces flushed, sleeping peacefully with smiles on their lips.
One look and you could tell the battle last night had been intense and satisfying.
"Oh? They actually dare to try and whitewash the Life Foundation?"
Loya's finger slid across the screen of the "hacker phone." He suddenly saw many accounts starting to whitewash the Life Foundation, saying the information exposed online was all rumors and fake.
That dirt was naturally not fake, because Loya had posted all of it, including the video of Hammer's head being blown off.
Now someone actually dared to whitewash them so blatantly. They simply didn't respect him, Lo-Messenger of Justice-Truth Revealer-Temporary Reporter-Never Petty-ya!
"Let you idiots see what a Magic Phone is."
Loya sneered and immediately began to trace those accounts, quickly finding a professional water army team.
Obviously, they weren't the masterminds.
He then traced them further and soon found the mastermind.
It was the Military!
"As expected."
Loya smiled knowingly. He knew the Military must have some purpose for seeking out the Life Foundation.
But since the Life Foundation no longer had the Symbiote, what else was special about them?
He operated the "hacker phone." Soon, those water army accounts on the internet stopped whitewashing and instead began to attack the Life Foundation and criticize the Military's inaction.
This move gave the water army team a real fright. Their accounts had actually been hacked by someone else!
They even turned the tables and attacked their employer.
After several failed attempts to regain control, they called the backer and received help from the Military's dedicated hackers.
They received a promise that it would be solved easily.
And the matter was indeed resolved quickly, showing the level and efficiency of professional hackers.
A few minutes later, the Military's professional hackers' accounts were forcibly controlled and began to launch massive attacks on the Military online.
Then their computers were also controlled and began to play the lowest-rated Western male-on-male adult films. The volume was turned up to the maximum, and the main actor's face was even photoshopped to be Jensen.
In the end, the entire server became Loya's backyard, playing Jensen's soulful performance on a loop.
This terrifying hacking skill scared the Military's hacker team so much they almost disbanded, crying out that it was impossible.
Loya didn't know if the mastermind was Jensen, but he didn't care. He only knew this one Military bad guy; if he didn't mess with him, who would he mess with?
I'll mess with him until he's dead!
"Satisfying!"
Loya stretched and let out a satisfied breath.
It had to be said, the feeling of wielding power online, doing whatever he wanted while others couldn't do anything to him, was truly quite satisfying.
If the "hacker phone" were given to Fury, he'd probably die of ecstasy. This pleasure of surveillance—tsk tsk tsk—was beyond words.
Speak of the devil, the phone on the table vibrated slightly.
Loya was quick, pressing mute before the second vibration to avoid disturbing Felicia and the others.
The caller ID showed it was Fury.
Walking to the first-floor living room, Loya finally answered the call, leaning lazily on the sofa.
"Yo! Director, calling me so early in the morning? What, another mission?"
Fury's voice sounded very tired, as if he hadn't slept all night.
He first spoke weakly to praise him: "You did a good job with the Life Foundation matter."
Then he added: "Was it also you who leaked those messages and pranked Jensen?"
"Yeah." Loya didn't deny it; there was nothing to deny. "Was I too light on him? I can go find something even more explosive."
There was a long silence on the other end before Furyslowly spoke: "Let's not do that."
His voice sounded a bit desolate: "I've been pressured from above, directly from the government, saying I didn't manage America's network security well."
Loya raised an eyebrow, looking surprised. That counted as a reason? It was a bit funny.
But after a moment, he felt Fury wouldn't have called specifically for this.
Loya put away his smile and asked: "You suspect...?"
Fury sighed: "Yes. Jensen doesn't have the most real power, and his connection with the government isn't the closest, yet he can get the government to pressure me directly over this instead of their own National Cyber Security Agency. This makes no sense."
Loya understood.
The one who summoned the Life Foundation for questioning really was Jensen.
This old geezer must have been furious after seeing that dirt and the photoshopped video. Unable to find the source, he directly attacked S.H.I.E.L.D.
Hydra attacking S.H.I.E.L.D.—it was too logical.
And Jensen didn't know his identity had been exposed. Applying pressure in such an illogical way was no different from self-exposing his identity to Fury.
High-level government officials were also Hydra!
This was the benefit of an information gap.
Loya looked up at the rising Sun, reaching out as if to pinch a ray of sunlight. His lips curled slightly, revealing murderous intent: "Director, give the order. Which person is pressuring you? I'll kill him immediately. A General? A Cabinet Minister? Or the Vice President? The President? Just say the word, and I'll kill them all."
His tone was very casual.
"You assign the mission, I provide the force. When the time comes, you take over as President of America. We'll grow bigger and stronger, create new glory, and become the new Sun of this country! Together we'll welcome a beautiful future."
Hearing this, Fury instantly sat up straight, his voice carrying some panic: "No, no, no, I still want to live a bit longer. This idea is too dangerous; don't be so extreme."
He knew very well that Loya had the strength to do all this, but it was just too extreme.
And even if it were to be done, now wasn't the time.
It wasn't clear yet if the President was Hydra; it wouldn't be too late to discuss how to handle it once it was cleared up.
Fury felt despondent in his heart: "The government is already like this. This country—tsk, ridiculous."
Loya curled his lip, suddenly feeling bored: "Then why did you call me? To tell me to get up and pee? Is there a mission or not?"
Fury's already dark face darkened a few shades more. He tapped the table: "There is, but not right now. I'm here to remind you to be fully prepared. Also, reduce your attacks on the Military a bit; that method of yours is a bit too terrifying."
Thinking of that video of Jensen, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes.
"Oh?" Hearing this, Loya's eyes lit up. It seemed like a mission that wasn't simple. "What's the deal?"
Fury spoke slowly, his voice solemn: "It's about Vampires. I can only tell you it's very dangerous.
We have to deal with a powerful Vampire who possesses the ability to resurrect and is skilled in various abilities."
He paused and continued: "We are currently preparing a plan to wipe them out once and for all."
Loya's eyes lit up. Wasn't this talking about the Vampire Progenitor, Dracula?
His Power of the Sun was exactly what was needed to fight these rats that couldn't see the light, and he could also farm eternal wings stacks.
An opponent of this level could definitely be considered a BOSS. He was really getting impatient.
Loya said casually: "Relax, with me around, there'll be no problem."
Fury sighed, remembering the battle from years ago.
They had paid such a high price and thought they had ended everything, only to find that guy could actually resurrect. Now he had been developing in secret for so long; no one knew exactly how strong he was.
Loya alone might not be enough.
He thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Anyway, just don't let your guard down. Wait for my notification at any time."
Hanging up the phone, Loya woke up Venom, who was surrounded by Gulu.
"Rested well? Let's continue today's'Send the Kids to the Afterlife' plan. Don't worry, there will be plenty of benefits for you in the future." He shamelessly painted a rosy picture.
Venom secretly glared at Loya, cursing in his heart: "Damn capitalist! Even painting rosy pictures for me now. Sooner or later, I'll hang you from a lamppost!"
Loya leisurely basked in the Sun, with a cluster of flames burning beside him. Venom was rapidly splitting off offspring and throwing them into it to provide Loya with "eternal wings" stacks, serving as a veritable automatic mob grinder.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Just as Loya was almost falling asleep while sunbathing.
The phone vibrated violently.
Picking it up to look, it was Pierce.
Why were they coming in groups?
After answering the phone, Pierce's furious roar came from the other side, completely devoid of his usual composure.
"Agent Loya, there is an important mission you need to complete. The bonus is tenfold!!!"
"Go and take out Jensen for me! Also, try to see if you can get some information about Hydra."
[Pierce has issued a mission to you]
[Mission: True or False HYDRA]
[Objective: Take out Jensen and try to obtain some information about HYDRA]
[Reward: EXP +3000, Random Item *2]
Loya: "?"
Wasn't everything fine yesterday?
Chapter 113: 112. Steve wants to do something
Loya was a bit confused. Fury had just finished the call, and not long after, Pierce called.
And they were talking about the same person. One could only say, are they worthy of being mentor and student? There is some tacit understanding, more or less.
What a pair of mentor and student who love and hate each other.
But their methods were completely different.
Fury asked him to reduce cyberattacks on the Military, clearly still in a wait-and-see mode.
It seemed he was preparing to use Jensen as a starting point to dig up a string of Hydra.
Pierce, on the other hand, fast-forwarded straight to decapitation operations; it was ridiculously fast.
Their methods were too different. It wasn't hard to guess that the two hadn't communicated about this at all.
Or rather, this was a unilateral operation planned by Pierce, belonging to Hydra rather than S.H.I.E.L.D.
Plus, given the other party's flustered attitude, it seemed that a severe conflict had definitely occurred between Pierce and Jensen.
Loya thought for a moment. To consolidate his persona in front of them, he asked with feigned confusion: "Officer, not long ago, Director Fury also contacted me. It was also about some things regarding Jensen, but he didn't mention a decapitation operation. Is this a secret operation?"
Pierce on the other end of the phone sat up straight, his eyes changing slightly.
He knew about Fury contacting Loya, but some unexpected situations had occurred in the middle, forcing emergency adjustments to the initial plan. If he was late, it might lead to big trouble.
Now he had to dispel Loya's suspicions.
Pierce's mind raced, and he quickly thought of a countermeasure, forcing his tone to become calm: "Yes, this is a secret operation."
His tone was firm as he pulled out a made-up reason: "I had some disagreements with Fury. He wants to treat Jensen as an entry point to find more Hydra members."
"But this would undoubtedly put more people in danger, and even give him the opportunity to infiltrate more high-level officials."
"You must know, he is a general. Everyone he can come into contact with is a high-level figure. If they are infiltrated, the consequences would be unimaginable. This is true for the country, and for the entire World."
As he spoke, Pierce stood up, waving his fist, his tone high-pitched: "We must save more people from harm. Keeping Jensen, this dangerous Hydra member, is undoubtedly harming more people."
"So," he emphasized his tone: "I am preparing to have you act as soon as possible, to interrogate the information about Hydra from his mouth. Regardless of whether there are results, you must take him out! This is fighting to protect more people!"
After finishing, he casually disparaged: "Fury always wants to find out everything, but it always leads to unnecessary sacrifices, doesn't it? But we are different."
In fact, when Loya was pretending to be a mysterious hacker attacking the Military, Pierce considered it an excellent opportunity.
Just yesterday, after Hammer died mysteriously, he secretly sent subordinate Agents to investigate matters at Hammer Industries and secretly contacted Jensen.
He used the name of S.H.I.E.L.D., which was absolutely reasonable and found no flaws.
Later, when the Military was being cyber-attacked, it was precisely the moment of chaos, so Pierce had his subordinates contact those few Agents, preparing to obtain some intelligence while taking advantage of the chaos, and incidentally test Jensen.
However, under multi-faceted verification, the results obtained were baffling.
They defected!
Those few Agents actually defected!
It wasn't even one night; they should have defected shortly after arriving.
At the time, they didn't send the specific signals as required. He thought the environment didn't allow it, but now it seems they had already defected!
Pierce had thought about the Agents being exposed while collecting intelligence, being imprisoned, or being killed, but he never thought about them being turned and defecting from the organization!
If it weren't for his caution, the few Agents sent over were dark pieces from his own Hydra faction that hadn't been activated yet, and they weren't directly handled by him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have discovered they had defected, and who knows, this matter might have exposed the existence of his faction, leading to a total loss, with previous plans and all efforts going down the drain!
Even now, Pierce still felt it was baffling.
How could this be?
The other party was indeed Hydra.
His side was also Hydra.
Both were Hydra, so how could the other party make the Agents of his faction defect in such a short time?
Those Agents were existences that Hydra had brainwashed since childhood, and their loyalty was absolutely reliable.
As a result, in less than a night, they were snatched away.
Pierce's face was livid. He couldn't figure it out; he really couldn't figure it out.
It was more uncomfortable than his wife cheating on him.
A wild Hydra faction was even better at brainwashing than their orthodox faction. Who was the real orthodox Hydra?
It was simply baffling.
Therefore, for the sake of his own interests and plans, Jensen must die. The plan to try to win him over could be abandoned entirely.
This guy was too big of a threat. This kind of brainwashing ability was too terrifying, simply impossible to guard against, and had too big an impact on the situation.
Moreover, the ideological gap between the factions was huge, and the struggle was unprecedentedly fierce.
To accomplish their respective ideals, they wouldn't care whether you were Hydra or not.
And Pierce didn't even know Jensen's ideals or even his faction.
Whether in terms of interests, ideals, or other aspects, letting Jensen die early was the best choice.
Delay breeds change. The plan had reached a critical moment, and any accidents had to be avoided.
Thinking of this, Pierce became more determined, and his tone became more excited. He shouted into the phone: "Agent Loya! To protect more people, we must do this! This is for a better tomorrow, for a better future, eliminate Jensen, this evil Hydra!"
Loya looked speechless: "————"
A Hydra leader shouting to eliminate Hydra—you can even say this. No wonder you became a Hydra leader. This talent for lying is invincible!
Although he was complaining in his heart, Loya still had to maximize Pierce's emotional value. He isolated the sound in this area, then let out a passionate roar: "Officer! I am willing to fight for a better tomorrow! Fight to protect more innocent people!"
This voice was not small. If he hadn't isolated the sound, Felicia and the others would have been woken up.
Not far away, Venom, who was cremating its offspring, was startled by this sudden roar. Its body heaved, and it almost didn't split the child out.
It glanced speechlessly at the posturing Loya and cursed in its heart: "Damn Loya, what kind of good person are you pretending to be! Heh! Ptooey!"
Pierce on the other end of the phone was also startled, quickly moving the phone away and digging his ear.
Seeing that Loya was so easy to fool and had such high awareness, a gratified smile appeared on his face, and he began to encourage: "Agent, your awareness is very high. I have seen your determination. The reward for this mission will be increased by two times on top of the tenfold base!"
Loya's eyes lit up. Such a good thing just by shouting a few slogans?
Subsequently, Pierce hung up the phone under the pretext of official business, and not long after, sent another mission file over.
Loya clicked on the mission file and browsed through it. There was nothing special on it, just some of Jensen's life history and living habits, which had no substantial help to the mission.
However, it also mentioned a small requirement.
After Loya took Jensen out, he should make the accident scene look bizarre, preferably some kind of supernatural phenomenon.
In short, it shouldn't look like a normal assassination scene, but rather like some kind of supernatural power intervention.
The more bizarre and unexplainable the scene, the better. The purpose was to stir up the current situation even more.
At the same time, it could also divert the attention of the Military and the government, misleading their investigation direction, which would also facilitate S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intervention.
Loya really admired Pierce. He could even round this out. It seemed everything he did was to facilitate S.H.I.E.L.D.'s actions. He was worthy of being the old fox who turned S.H.I.E.L.D. into Hydra S.H.I.E.L.D.
However, there was one thing he didn't understand: what exactly happened that made Pierce want to kill Jensen after just one night?
Could it be that the undercover agents sent to make contact were discovered? And they might expose the Hydra identity at any time?
Shaking his head, he threw these thoughts to the back of his mind. He would understand when he interrogated Jensen, and he would ask by the way which Hydra this guy was, that he would even play with rituals and evil arts.
But that would have to wait until night. Not only was it inconvenient to kill during the day, but it also couldn't create the necessary atmosphere.
And by the time night came, he could also test the effect of that prop that could only be used at night.
After processing the intelligence and planning the night's plan, it was already noon.
Loya prepared to start making lunch, and incidentally test his long-standing hypothesis.
He took out the "automatic cooking pot" and started operating it.
Venom, on the side, had finished today's "send the child to the west" plan, wearing Gulu on its head, looking at Loyacooking with listlessness and curiosity.
Under normal circumstances, it would not have any curiosity about such things.
But now it was different. This guy's way of cooking had already exceeded its cognition.
I saw Loya holding an ordinary pot, pouring a few pieces of fresh steak into it, and then went to check his phone by himself.
As time passed, the steak in the pot sizzled, clearly reaching the right temperature, but Loya still ignored it.
Venom thought it was going to burn and was ready to watch this guy make a fool of himself.
But who knew that in the next second, that pot automatically shook, flipping the steak over.
Immediately after, various seasonings automatically appeared on the steak, and an enticing aroma rushed towards it.
Venom widened its eyes and stretched its head, its face full of disbelief.
It saw clearly that those seasonings were not put in by Loya, but appeared out of thin air, as if they had grown out of the pot.
What kind of black technology was this again?
Venom admitted that it had learned something new.
An automatic cooking pot was not rare, but creating seasonings out of nothing was ridiculous!
Did this comply with the law of conservation of energy?
At least follow some basic laws, okay?
Where did this damn Loya get so many bizarre things?
It was—it was, it seemed to want his body.
Loya took the "automatic cooking pot", used telekinesis to pick up a piece of steak, and threw it towards Venom: "Come on, taste how my craftsmanship is."
Venom had contributed more than 600 layers of "eternal wings" to him in the morning, which was worth rewarding.
Venom subconsciously opened its mouth to catch the steak, just wanting to say that it didn't need these low-level foods.
But the second it tasted the flavor, it narrowed its eyes comfortably, unable to stop sighing: "It's so delicious, give me another piece."
The next moment, it was startled, and suddenly raised its head: "How did you know my taste? No! How do you know the taste of a Symbiote?"
Incidentally, it also complained: "Does this have anything to do with your craftsmanship? Isn't the pot cooking it itself?"
Loya smiled without saying a word, and threw another piece over. Venom caught it accurately, with a feeling of raising a dog.
Sure enough, as he expected, the so-called color, aroma, and taste of the "automatic cooking pot" were also conceptual in a sense, and were not just aimed at humans.
Venom's sense of taste was completely different from humans, but it still thought it was delicious, which already explained this point.
The system's props were not simple. It seemed that this "automatic cooking pot" still had other application spaces.
"Wow, so fragrant, Loya, what are you eating?"
Just at this moment, a shout suddenly came from not far away, and a familiar figure appeared before Loya's eyes at a jog.
"Steve?" Loya raised his eyebrows, "Why are you back now?"
Steve walked closer, looking tired, with a bitter smile: "I went to find that Frank you mentioned. He showed me a lot of things in Hell's Kitchen, I — — — —"
He sighed, not knowing how to say it.
Loya frowned. In the perception of "Minds Eye", Steve's emotions were complex to the extreme, with various negative emotions intertwined, indescribable.
He served a plate of steak to Steve and asked softly: "Tell me about it, Steve, what problem did you encounter?"
Steve took the steak, smelling the aroma but having no appetite at all, thinking of what he had seen before, and even felt a little nauseous.
He sighed deeply, his tone heavy: "Loya, what on earth — — — — what on earth do I have to do to change this World?"
Chapter 114: 113. The Hidden Task on Steve
"Change the World?"
Loya raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding that since Steve hadn't returned all day yesterday, he must have experienced some unacceptable things.
He brought Steve to the living room to sit down, and while eating a fragrant steak, he comforted him: "What happened? Tell me what you went through. Don't rush, take your time."
Steve sighed deeply, his hands clenching involuntarily, his eyes filled with pain: "I saw some things I couldn't accept, and Frank explained it all to me. Now I think I'm beginning to understand—I think I know who the enemy is."
"Tell me about it, calm yourself down," Loya comforted him. Although he had a rough idea of what it was, it was best to ask to ensure Steve didn't go off track.
Steve sighed again; he had sighed more in these past two days than in all his previous decades.
"That night, I observed Hell's Kitchen for a long time. I saw many beggars and also tried to make contact with a few people who looked normal. I discovered a commonality."
"The trigger for them becoming beggars was just a minor illness, or perhaps just a small accident. Just that one small risk was enough to make them beggars, with no chance of ever turning their lives around."
Loya nodded: "That is indeed the case. Most people here have almost no savings and no ability to withstand risks."
"It only takes one accident to cause their finances to collapse, making them unable to pay rent or loans, causing their credit to plummet, and leading to their homes being repossessed."
"Without a house, you aren't considered a whole person here. With a collapsed credit rating, it's very difficult to find a job, and without a job, you can't afford rent. It's a vicious cycle that eventually leads almost everyone to become a beggar."
"And after becoming a beggar, their average life expectancy is only about five years. They either die in a winter cold snap or die in a street shootout."
"Even after they die, it's not over. Their bodies are sold to various research institutions for study, or they are directly cannibalized by other mentally unstable beggars."
Steve closed his eyes, his throat bobbing, and he felt another wave of intense nausea.
That night, he had witnessed that hellish scene with his own eyes.
He tried to stop it, but the beggars only begged numbly. They were hungry, they were too hungry, and they didn't want to die.
He gave money and bought food, but he could help for a moment, not for a lifetime; he could help some, but not everyone.
Steve clenched his fists, his face full of anger: "Yes, that's exactly it, but what about the government? What has the government done? What has this country's social system done?"
Loya took a sip of Water and said: "This is decided by the social system. Those who cannot provide high surplus value will be abandoned by this system and become bad assets."
"And the method for dealing with bad assets here is simple: physical elimination. Their bodies can still have residual value, as you've seen before."
"As for the government?" He shook his head. "Undeniably, there are indeed some people who want to get things done, but they can hardly shake some of the solidified rules and interests."
"Some things are deep-rooted; wanting to change them is just too difficult."
Steve was trembling with rage; what he had learned from Frank was actually far more than this.
He had seen sales points hidden in the corners of the city, where the collectibles sold were all made from human bones.
There was even a very strict assembly line, taking a person from flesh to bone, consuming and wiping clean everything, utilizing them to the limit, completely violating the meaning of freedom and human rights.
He also saw transactions on the dark web, directly auctioning human organs, and even offering customization.
He even saw evil rituals hidden in corners, piled up with countless human lives; it was simply insane!
What kind of living hell is this?!
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Steve would never have believed it. He had fought desperately to win World War II and stopped Hydra's plan to rule the World.
In the end, he had struggled bitterly in his dreams for nearly seventy years, only to see this reality in the end.
A country that looked bright and beautiful on the surface, appearing prosperous and flourishing, was actually rotten to the core in the shadows.
The people here lived in extreme misery and had become numb.
Even though he had been prepared, he hadn't expected the truth to be so cruel—cruel enough to make him feel like he was still in a dream and had never woken up.
He felt betrayal, a bone-deep betrayal.
This country had betrayed the spirit he had once defended with his life, betrayed the faith he had once firmly believed in, and degenerated into an indescribable monster.
Steve's eyes flickered, his expression complex, and finally, it all converged into one sentence: "Loya, you are the only one I can trust right now. What should I do? How can I change all this?"
He wasn't a fool; he saw the culprit responsible for all of this.
It was the corrupt capital, the greedy human nature, and the class that was deeply rooted in this land!
However, he was just an old soldier who had been frozen for decades.
He couldn't find a direction, couldn't find a starting point. He had a heart full of rage and a body full of skills, but he didn't know where to strike.
In a sense, he was alone in this World, a man who had died in history, a ghost abandoned by the era.
Steve looked at Loya with sincere eyes; this was the only friend he could trust.
[Steve has issued a quest to you]
[Main character hidden quest triggered]
[Current quest: Lost]
[Current objective: Help Steve find the direction for change]
[Reward: This is a hidden, ongoing quest with generous rewards. The rewards will be unlocked after completing the final objective.]
[Note: This quest may cause this main character to form a connection with some mysterious and powerful force, triggering unknown changes. Justice and evil, light and darkness, are only a thought away. Please handle with caution!]
Hearing the system prompt, Loya was slightly stunned.
Wait, what's the situation with this quest?
Main character hidden quest?
Do other characters have hidden quests too?
There's such a thing?
The reward can only be unlocked after completing the final objective?
And what does this final note mean?
Actually, combining this with Steve's current situation, Loyacould roughly guess what the final objective was.
Perhaps, possibly, probably, it was to change the current status quo of the entire U.S.? Maybe even more?
No way, does it really want Steve to become President?
This—actually, it's not impossible, but wanting real change can't be solved by just a President alone.
The obstacles are numerous, fraught with difficulties, and involve every aspect.
However, Loya felt that in a World with supernatural existences, there wasn't really a need to be so troublesome.
But before he could speak, Venom's hoarse and arrogant laughter came from the side: "Hahaha, how to do it? Let Lord Venom tell you. As long as you are strong enough, if anyone dares not to listen to you, just bite them to death."
"Over time, they will become obedient, and then you can do whatever you want. Keeping ten thousand women as concubines is no problem at all!"
"Hahahaha!" He laughed up at the sky, his liquid body undulating, "Come, come and join Lord Venom's—"
Before he could finish speaking.
Splat!
Loya punched Venom, flattening it onto the table like a pool of viscous asphalt.
Steve was startled; he had only just realized that a blob of pitch-black liquid had been talking.
"This—what is this? A glob of snot? It can actually talk?"
"Screw you, Steve, I am Venom! The greatest Venom in the entire Universe! You stupid hillbilly, you ignorant bumpkin!"
Venom crawled out from under Loya's hand and roared in exasperation.
Steve's eyes widened. He wasn't angry at being cursed at, only bewildered. This was another thing he hadn't seen before; it was truly strange.
Loya casually scooped up Venom, shoved it into an empty bottle nearby, and incidentally muted it so it wouldn't blabber nonsense.
He looked at Steve and pointed at the protesting Venom in the bottle, saying: "This is an alien creature, it has no brain, don't mind it."
"Uh… okay." Steve nodded. He had already seen aliens, so having one more alien creature wasn't anything very strange.
Loya ignored the resisting Venom and continued: "This is actually very simple. You just need to go out on the streets, punish evil and promote good, and do what you want to do. Leave the rest to me to handle."
"It's that simple?" Steve was somewhat incredulous.
"It's that simple. I will tell you what to do later." Loyanodded with a smile, his tone firm.
"Alright, I trust you." Steve stood up abruptly, his eyes becoming firm again, his steps steady and powerful, and a look of relief even appeared on his face. "I'll go do it now!"
After speaking, Steve turned and left without hesitation.
This level of decisiveness left Loya stunned. He silently speared the steak Steve hadn't touched, opened the bottle cap, and stuffed it to Venom.
In fact, it was easy to see Steve's current state; he had been struck by the cruel World of today and lost his direction.
What Loya did was give him a direction. Future matters would need to be planned in detail. The final note on this quest wasn't that simple; caution was paramount.
Venom chewed on the steak and said gloomily: "Lord Loya, it's not that I'm contradicting you, but what I said just now was right. As long as you are strong enough, you can do whatever you want."
It paused, recalling a memory, and added: "I once experienced a Universe where the Steve there wanted to become President to change that country, or even the World."
"But he failed, and he died miserably. Without a powerful backer, your method won't work."
"Making him Captain Hydra would be more like it; there's a Universe where Captain Hydra controls the entire World."
Loya smiled: "I told you you have no brain, and you didn't believe me. Who said I wanted him to be President?"
"Then what is it?" Venom stretched out a tentacle to scratch its head.
It had possessed other Steves in other Universes; this guy was indeed a good person, and it was quite curious about the Steve of this Universe.
Loya made a gesture that stick figures dislike the most and said with a smile: "Vision, your vision is too small. Think bigger."
Venom was silent for a while and said: "Master of the Universe?"
Loya: "—"
If I could make him that, wouldn't I just do it myself? Are you trying to ruin my game?
He patted Venom and said earnestly: "Forget it, just go back to burning your offspring; don't think about these things. Ah, good boy."
However—the Master of the Universe that Venom mentioned did remind him of something.
Night fell.
Loya couldn't wait to take out the "Accessory Box".
He took out the few accessories one by one. Now that the time had arrived, the effects of these accessories had been enhanced.
Except for the "bro card" and "good person card", the system descriptions for the other accessories had all changed.
But the effects of the first two could still be felt to have been enhanced slightly.
The paralysis effect of the "Paralysis Ring" had become five seconds.
The strength and constitution bonuses of the "Moonlight Amulet" had increased.
And the effect of the "eye of aurora" had changed to not needing to speak; as long as he thought of it in his heart, he could teleport to his destination.
Not only could it be used as a teleportation tool, but it could also be used during some special battles.
As for whether there were any other changes, Loya didn't dare to test them for now; he was truly worried about causing a chain reaction after a successful teleportation.
He walked to the living room, where Felicia and the Cat Goddess were putting ingredients into the "automatic cooking pot".
Having slept all day without eating, they were starving.
Loya rubbed the heads of the two women and said relaxedly: "Leave me a portion of dinner. I'm going out for a bit and will be back soon."
After speaking, his figure disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already outside the Military Base.
Looking at the high walls, Loya chuckled inwardly: "In the past, there was Guan Yu warming wine to slay Hua Xiong. Today, perhaps there will be me, Loya, warming dinner to slay Jensen."
He flipped his palm, and the "Moonlight Amulet" appeared in his hand, seemingly reflecting the moonlight.
"Then let's leave a werewolf legend for New York."
Chapter 115: 114. Werewolves Can't Fly, Right?
Inside the Military Base.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"You are all a bunch of losers! Losers! Losers!!!"
Jensen roared at his team of professional hackers, slamming his hand on the table with such force that he left clear dents in the alloy, yet his hand remained completely unharmed.
The hackers kept their heads down, their bodies tense, not daring to breathe.
They had tried their best, but apart from cutting the network, they truly found no way to deal with the mysterious hacker.
No matter how many times they restarted the servers or set up firewalls, it was useless.
The hacker would always appear immediately after they finished all that, turning the server into his backyard and continuing to play those eye-searing videos.
Their top-tier team couldn't even find a trace, as if the opponent's technology was ahead of the entire era.
How could this be possible?
Yet the reality was laid bare before their eyes; their top-tier team, which was ranked globally and had contributed to the country, was being played like monkeys.
The only thing they could do now was impotent rage—no, that was not quite right, they could also pull the network cable; they had pulled the network cable more times today than in the past few decades.
Jensen irritably opened the computer beside him, hoping the other party would stop causing trouble, but those damn images and videos appeared again like ghosts.
They were flickering on the screen.
Even though he had smashed the speakers, the disgusting audio still played automatically in his mind, as if it were carved into his brain.
"Motherfucker!"
He punched through the display screen, fragments splattered everywhere, his expression ferocious as he roared at the hackers below: "Get out! All of you, get out!"
The hackers were granted an amnesty, lowering their heads and hurrying away, wishing they had more legs to run faster, while also closing the door behind them.
Within a few seconds, only Jensen remained in the room.
He slumped in his chair, breathing rapidly, his eyes bloodshot, his expression twisted beyond recognition, almost snapping the armrest.
"Damn hacker! Damn network! Damn S.H.I.E.L.D.! All these guys working against me, they all deserve to die!"
Jensen hissed in a low voice; he truly had not expected that someone's hacking skills could be this strong.
The hacker team he paid a high price to maintain couldn't even touch a hair of the opponent, and the network security system he worked so hard to maintain was as fragile as paper.
The opponent did whatever he wanted, just like walking in his own backyard.
And yet, that damn guy just wouldn't let him go; he was just whitewashing the Life Foundation and preparing to bring it under his command.
Moreover, Jensen had always believed that it wasn't whitewashing, just stating a fact.
What were homeless people anyway? In his eyes, those things didn't even count as human; they weren't even worthy of being used for his own "magic" experiments.
Giving them to the Life Foundation for research was the only contribution they could make; otherwise, they didn't deserve to live.
But that damn hacker kept harping on this point, not only playing those damn videos but also attacking the actions of the Life Foundation and the Military.
What? A hacker for the people?
How ridiculous! There was no such naive talk here!
"Hmph! Just wait, when I complete the plan and the gods descend to the World, I will surely carry out a great purge!"
John snorted coldly, his eyes filled with killing intent and fanaticism.
He rose abruptly, raised his hands high, and chanted in a low voice.
"When the god of Hydra descends upon the World, the great magic Shadow will reappear, all order will collapse, the ordered Universe will return to the disordered primordial abyss, and reality will step into the ultimate darkness!"
After finishing these words, Jensen closed his eyes and knelt down piously, touching his head to the ground, as if these words could bring him supreme power and glory.
After a long while, he slowly stood up; at this moment, the bloodshot in his eyes disappeared, and he radiated a kind of confident light, as if the World was under his control.
Jensen picked up the phone beside him and ordered: "Rhodes, have those S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents come to my room."
Hanging up the phone, a cold smile appeared on his face as he paced back and forth in the room.
Yesterday, these S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents came here in the name of investigating the mysterious death of Hammer.
He just casually used some "magic" and brainwashed these persistent Agents, turning them into slaves.
In the future, these S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents would be his first step in invading S.H.I.E.L.D..
Now it was time to assign tasks.
"Heh, S.H.I.E.L.D. that once defeated Hydra? In the future, they will only be worthy of trembling and wailing under the crotch of Hydra!"
"And that damn Fury, he is only worthy of being my prisoner! My footrest!"
Thump! Thump! Thump!!!
Suddenly, intense knocking interrupted Jensen's fantasy; to be precise, it was smashing, as the door was almost broken, accompanied by intermittent artillery fire.
He walked over to open the door very impatiently, but the words of scolding that were on his lips were swallowed instantly when he saw Rhodes knocking.
Rhodes looked terrified, sweat had almost soaked his entire body, and despite his dark face, one could vaguely see a hint of paleness, clearly having been greatly frightened.
"What's going on?" Jensen asked with a frown, could it be the end of the World? Why was he so panicked?
"Mon—monster!" Rhodes' legs felt weak, and he couldn't speak clearly.
"What?" Jensen was stunned, looking confused.
A monster? What kind of monster could there be?
Besides, what kind of monster would dare to invade a Military Base? Did they really think tanks and cannons were a joke? With one round of volley fire, any monster would be left without a corpse.
Even the Super Soldier that Ross studied before couldn't stop the real steel torrent!
He grabbed Rhodes' shoulder and said in a deep voice: "What monster can withstand the steel torrent? And you are a Colonel? Just seeing some experiments and you're scared like this? How can you take on important responsibilities in the future?"
Jensen thought the monster invading the Military Base was one of those experimental Super Soldiers from before.
After all, the Military was divided into factions, and his actions in recent days would inevitably arouse the killing intent of some people.
However, this was all temporary; any existence with killing intent would eventually become his slave.
"No—no—" Rhodes swallowed, under the extreme fear and disbelief, it was difficult to say a complete sentence, "That is—that is—"
Boom!
Well, there was no need for Rhodes to say anything; the wall a few hundred meters away from the room suffered some kind of impact and exploded, and amidst the rolling smoke and dust, a huge figure slowly walked out.
The moment he saw that figure clearly, Jensen's face turned pale instantly, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down directly, while there was a warm feeling in his crotch, which he barely managed to contain.
If it weren't for his amazing willpower and his body having been strengthened by divine power, he would probably have been scared to the point of peeing himself in the face of this instinctual fear of life.
What kind of monster was that.
It was extremely tall, even tanks could only reach its waist, its whole body was covered with black fur, and its muscles were exaggerated beyond imagination, each piece looking like it was cast from steel, flashing with a metallic luster under the light.
Five sharp claws were like knives, cold and shining, as if they could tear everything apart, and on a wolf head, a pair of scarlet eyes were embedded, and its whole body was wrapped in visible blood-colored aura; just by standing there quietly, a vast and tyrannical wild aura rushed towards them.
This was a monster that walked out of fantasy and nightmares!
A werewolf!
The only thing that made people feel incongruous was that this monster from fantasy was actually—wearing a pair of boxers?
Beyond the fear, it also made people feel a trace of absurdity.
With just one glance, Jensen determined his strategic policy.
Run!
This was an instinctive intuition; no matter whether the other party could block the steel torrent, he had to run first.
He looked at Rhodes and said urgently: "Take me away, quickly!"
Rhodes was dazed for a moment, then reacted, immediately grabbing Jensen's arm and preparing to sprint towards the airport.
Who knew that his back would become heavy, and he almost fell with a stumble.
Jensen held onto the door frame, looking embarrassed: "My legs—my legs are weak, help me run."
Rhodes: "—"
I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you're not even as good as me.
He hurriedly supported Jensen's arm and dragged him away quickly.
Jensen took out his walkie-talkie and called out loudly: "All personnel on alert! All personnel on alert! Everyone attack that monster in District Two, authorized to use all means! All troops attack! All troops attack! A reward of ten million for the killer!"
Under heavy rewards, there must be brave men.
At the order, the entire Base moved instantly, countless soldiers poured out from all over, holding various weapons, and dozens of tanks and armored vehicles drove from all parts of the Base, aiming their guns at the monster.
Seeing this, Jensen breathed a sigh of relief; fortunately, many of his soldiers were taking enhancers during this time, their spirits highly excited, plus the stimulation of money, otherwise it would be hard to say if they dared to attack this monster.
With the cover of the soldiers, he should be able to evacuate safely; it didn't matter if the soldiers died, as long as he didn't die.
He was the messenger of the gods, ten thousand times more noble than these soldiers, so he must not have any trouble.
"If it wasn't for the needs of the plan, I could use that—"
He sighed in his heart and stopped thinking about it.
While fleeing towards the airport, Jensen glanced back a few times, and it was these few glances that almost scared him to faint on the spot.
Machine guns, rocket launchers, tank cannons—
Several types of weapons were aimed at the werewolf simultaneously, and the leading soldier roared: "Fire!"
Boom, boom, boom!
Da, da, da!
Gunfire and artillery fire volleyed, pouring firepower crazily towards the legendary monster.
However—
An incredible, even desperate scene happened!
The expected picture did not appear!
Explosion?
Fire?
None of it!
Everyone had countless worst-case scenarios.
Bullets hitting the werewolf and being deflected, or the artillery fire unable to cause damage to the werewolf.
But these premises were all established on the condition that the werewolf was hit.
But the fact was—
Thousands of bullets and hundreds of artillery shells flying over were weirdly fixed in mid-air when they were only dozens of centimeters away from the werewolf.
It was as if time had stopped, an invisible force forbade all artillery fire.
The feeling of despair instantly spread to everyone's heart; this was a phenomenon they couldn't understand!
Before they could let out a scream of fear.
The next moment!
The werewolf gently waved its hand, and the bullets and shells were instantly shot back.
Boom!
A tragic explosion sounded, fire rose into the sky, the tanks were destroyed in an instant, the entire Base was in a mess, and except for a few survivors, everyone else died on the spot!
They didn't even have time to say their last words.
"Let us do it!"
"Kill you beast, go take the money and be cool~"
"My big knife has long been hungry and thirsty!"
Several angry shouts with unique characteristics and unstable mental states suddenly came from the air.
Several battle armors with heights similar to the werewolf flew out from the warehouse, the sharp blades hanging on the arms of the armor shining coldly, but it made people feel a sense of security.
Looking at those tall armors, the survivors suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.
So many huge armors, they should—be able to defeat the werewolf—
"Damn monster! Go die!"
A soldier inside a battle armor roared and rushed up, raising his arm high, and the sharp blade slashed down from top to bottom; this blow could easily cut through steel.
However, the werewolf just gently raised its hand and caught this blow, not even a single hair was broken, as easy as breathing.
Immediately after, it closed its five fingers, the alloy blade shattered instantly, then it raised its claws and pinched the two shoulders of the battle armor, pulling gently.
Crack!
A tooth-aching sound of steel shattering sounded.
The battle armor, along with the soldier inside, was easily torn apart, red, white, and yellow things splashed everywhere, and the stench mixed with the smell of blood rushed towards them.
The feeling of despair spread again.
"Eat my cannon!"
There was a battle armor flying in the high air, adopting guerrilla tactics, the energy cannon in its hand charging, bombarding downwards.
Unexpected things happened again!
The werewolf raised its claws, and a blood-red energy ball condensed in its palm.
Boom!
The energy ball burst out, shattering the energy cannon while continuing to advance, blowing the battle armor to pieces.
The next moment, it was a complete one-sided slaughter!
The werewolf showed everyone what it meant to be crushed!
What it meant to be a complete slaughter!
Energy ball!
Fire!
Hurricane!
Dark ray!
The werewolf stood in place without moving, wantonly using various abilities that broke everyone's cognition.
It was hard to imagine that such a tall and strong werewolf now looked more like a mage?
But in just a few minutes, as if demonstrating its magic, the werewolf destroyed all the battle armors.
It walked past the survivors with steady steps, moving steadily towards Jensen's direction, without looking at them.
But the survivors, in extreme fear, had long since become incontinent, yellow and white things flowed all over the ground, stinking to the sky, and could only crawl on the ground, trembling and making crashing cries.
Seeing that unimaginable power, and the posture of crushing everything, Jensen's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, a warm liquid flowing down his trouser legs, and he was still ordering in his mouth: "Rhodes! Rhodes, take me away quickly, hurry!"
Rhodes was speechless, big beads of sweat sliding down.
Stand up and run! What's the point of collapsing here?
And, how did you pee yourself!
He cursed in his heart, but still tried his best to lift Jensen, dragging him forward, the custom leather shoes were worn out, and at the same time shouted: "General! Pull yourself together, General! If you don't get up, we can't carry you!"
"Ah, yes, yes!" Jensen reacted, gathered all his strength, and finally stood up shakily.
Rhodes tried his best, and only then did he half-drag him into the plane.
Boom!
As the plane engine started, the helicopter took off rapidly.
Jensen slumped in his seat, let out a long sigh of relief, and squeezed a smile on his face.
He looked down at the werewolf who was looking up but becoming smaller and smaller, a sense of joy for surviving the disaster welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but grin at the window.
"Hahaha, finally escaped."
"No matter how powerful you damn werewolf are, you can't fly up, right?"