Chapter 162 [Surrender or become a puppet]
“Gudu.”
In the luxurious office, the sound of swallowing saliva can be clearly heard.
In view of the next second, the door may be knocked open by the guards and dragged out like a dead dog.
Manager Winches spoke in a panic, his voice a bit sharp due to his high throat, "I can explain that Sir, those people are suspected of having super powers and are extraordinary beings!"
"Oh?"
Baron Strucker, who was wiping his lenses, heard this, paused in his movements, and put on the lenses again, his sharp eyes like a hawk fell on his men's faces.
Watch for a long time.
It seems that he is trying to distinguish whether this unexpected information is a lie by the man to temporarily save his life.
The thin sweat on Manager Winches' forehead turned into large beads of sweat, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.
He knew that all he needed was an order from His Excellency the Baron.
The guards waiting at the door, those fierce eagle dogs loyal to Hydra, would rush into the room fiercely and throw him into the secret research institute on the lower floor.
It is hell on earth. Living in the research institute is much scarier than dying.
Fortunately, Baron Strucker was still interested in his answer.
After a while, the Baron waved his hand as if nothing had happened and leaned back on the sofa again.
Manager Winches subconsciously picked up the decanted wine on the coffee table and poured it into the wine glass.
The bright red wine hung on the wall of the cup, making his hands tremble.
Wait until everything is complete.
The Baron raised his head slightly, picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly, "Congratulations, Winches, you have ten more minutes of life. Please tell me carefully."
"It's His Excellency the Baron."
Winches didn't dare to hide anything and told the story in detail.
In addition to providing casinos and erotic services, this hotel is also the largest loan company in the nearby area.
The loan sharks here are not the kind of charity-like loans that come out nine times and thirteen times, but real loan sharks with annual interest rates as high as 35 to 47 percent.
Of course.
Nine and a half of the ten people who borrowed money failed to pay back.
Most of the remaining half were physically cut in half due to some force majeure factors.
If the loan cannot be repaid, gamblers have to find other ways. Their own bodies and the bodies of their family members are all high-quality 'collateral'.
Their daughters, wives, their organs
But during a loan collection process, a group of thugs sent by the hotel were attacked, causing heavy casualties.
This is a provocation!
Intolerable provocation.
According to Hydra's usual style, the other party, his family and friends will suffer as a result.
But this time things are different.
The manager sent many thugs for the second time, instead of defending the reputation of the hotel, they were all wiped out!
It was also at this time that the manager discovered something was wrong. The other party was suspected of having super powers.
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"
Baron Strucker patiently listened to the man's trembling explanation and asked softly with a raised eyebrow.
"I"
The poor manager paused in place, his lips trembling but he couldn't say a word, so he had to repeat himself.
"Please forgive me, sir. Please, for the sake of my sincere service to you and to Hydra."
"Very good."
Baron Strucker nodded and put down his glass, "It seems you have nothing to explain."
The verdict of fate is coming.
Critical moments.
Baron Strucker stopped harshly.
He is accustomed to using this little trick to spread psychological pressure, making his men fear him more and fear him like a snake or scorpion.
The manager's body was trembling, and a drop of sweat flowed down his eyebrows to the corners of his eyes.
The next moment, his face unexpectedly showed a bit of ruthlessness!
Speak first.
“You cannot execute me!”
"Oh?" Baron Strucker tilted his head.
The manager vented his anger and repeated again, "You can't kill me unless you want to die from poison."
"Poison. Okay, Winches, you did this to me." Si Baron Trak narrowed his eyes and fell on the goblet with only a thin layer of bottom left.
The expensive red wine on the table comes from this hotel.
From the manager's office and by his hand.
It seems that the manager is not a fool.
He had already expected this scene to happen, so he took some small measures in advance.
The fear he had just now was not entirely due to the fear of Baron Strucker.
Thinking about it, I am also afraid that Baron Strucker will find something wrong.
But fortunately, he succeeded, and the manager was very happy.
"Is this your loyalty? You really disappoint me!" Baron Strucker said coldly.
"I just want to live, let me leave, I can tell you what kind of poison it is, otherwise it will be too late."
The manager was also single at this moment.
He lowered his head, and the light shone on his face, splitting his cheeks. Half of them were in darkness, twisted and gloomy.
The baron, who was determined to spare his life, would let him go.
"Haha."
Baron Strucker looked calm, raised his head, and stared at the darkened manager sideways.
"I originally planned to forgive your sins. After all, you have served the organization diligently for so many years and served me for so long."
"."
For a moment, the manager's expression froze.
But soon he denied it.
"You won't! You just want to tease me, like you are teasing other poor people who are tortured by you."
Baron Strucker has lived for too long, he is a depressed person. Devil, pervert!
"It seems that you think you know me very well."
Baron Strucker nodded, not denying that he was teasing the man, but soon, a contemptuous sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Then do you think that I have done so many human experiments and studied the mysteries of the human body for so many years, but I have gained nothing at all?"
As he said that, Baron Strucker stretched out his hand and took off his gloves.
He has an old man's hands, covered with wrinkles and age spots.
His body is not as young as his appearance.
At this moment, Baron Strucker's hand looked extremely terrifying. The blood vessels on it were bulging and covered with dark purple stripes, and the blood could be seen flowing.
Converging towards a central point, which is the tip of Baron Strucker's index finger.
It doesn’t take a moment.
Under the manager’s horrified gaze, a drop of dark black liquid dripped from the baron’s fingertips.
It dripped on the ground and corroded a big hole in the precious carpet!
“Hiss!!!”
A burst of smoke rose.
“.”
“Hahaha!”
Baron Strucker was very satisfied with the manager’s dumbfounded expression and let out a hearty and triumphant laugh.
The vicious voice made the manager shiver all over.
He was completely panicked and didn't know what to do.
At this point, Baron Strucker was tired of playing with his prey.
“Guard!”
Baron Strucker’s expression became as cold as an ice cellar and he spoke coldly.
"Bang!" The door of the room opened, and several standard Germanic youths rushed in quickly.
Standing in a row, they proudly puffed out their chests and stood at attention. They were all over 1.9 meters tall, with handsome faces and resolute faces.
It makes people think of the convoy that Mustache once founded. The young people in it were equally fanatical and were willing to die for him.
How could Baron Strucker, who was born into a Nazi, not carry forward the old tradition?
“Leader!”
"Invite Manager Winches and his family, including his lover and illegitimate daughter, to the laboratory as guests."
Baron Strucker stood up and adjusted the clothes of his dress. collar.
“He thinks he understands me, but now I see that his understanding is not deep enough.”
“I think it is necessary for him to understand me in depth.”
Then, His Excellency the Baron picked up the red wine bottle and poured himself another glass of poisoned red wine.
"Yes, leader!"
Looking at the manager again, he didn't know if he was too scared, he was scared out of his mind.
When several sturdy guards approached.
He rolled his eyes and fainted.
“Also, send out the elite troops to dig out those self-righteous little mice and bring them to me.”
Baron Strucker cares more about those so-called superpowers than a disobedient little bug trying to break free from the cobweb of fate.
Especially when the world is currently attracting everyone’s attention due to the extraordinary appearance.
He emphasized fiercely!
“Live!”
Wait for the blond, blue-eyed and sturdy Germanic guards to drag away the dead dog-like manager.
Baron Strucker walked to the desk.
He has another meeting today.
It was an internal meeting of Hydra. They discussed that SHIELD was almost ready and had already launched an aerospace carrier for the "Insight Project" in advance.
Thinking of this, Baron Strucker's originally good mood was cast into a haze.
"Pierce, damn Pierce, why aren't you dead yet!"
He gnashed his teeth and insulted the other Hydra elder, as if he was a life-or-death enemy.
In fact, it’s almost the same.
Pierce's success is too dazzling.
The other Hydra elders are too incompetent, compared to Alexander Pierce who has already parasitized SHIELD and is about to control three space carriers and completely control the global situation.
The achievements of Baron Strucker seem not to be worth mentioning.
He has actually not accomplished much over the years, but has made some achievements in controlling the situation in Eastern and Central Europe.
This way.
Once Pierce successfully launches the Insight Project, Baron Strucker must obediently change from an equal status to a subordinate of the other party.
Otherwise
The Insight Project has already listed millions of people on the must-kill list, and perhaps thousands more people will be added.
It's strange that Baron Strucker is in a good mood.
He regretted that he had not looked for traces of extraordinary forces earlier. If he had been in contact with those extraordinary forces, he would not have been so passive.
Just when Baron Strucker turned around and sat down at the desk.
Suddenly, his body tensed up.
Beside the sofa where he was sitting just now, a strange figure appeared, sitting in his seat.
He crossed his legs and held up the goblet.
Just like Baron Strucker did just now.
Only the thing in the glass is not red wine, but boiling magma!
“.”
Baron Strucker originally wanted to call the guards.
But as the boy-like face of the other party turned around, a pair of golden dragon eyes came into Baron Strucker's eyes.
He subconsciously closed his mouth.
This is definitely not a human being, at least not an ordinary person.
He immediately thought of the extraordinary power that he had just been thinking about.
Can it be said.
"Your Excellency, what do you do?"
"I am the master of Alexander Pierce."
"." Baron Strucker was stunned, he did not expect to get such an answer. .
It was difficult for him to associate the word "master" with the young boy in front of him who looked very immature and should still be studying in school.
But, he had to believe it.
After silence, Baron Strucker asked tentatively, "So you want"
"Since I am Pierce's master, then I should become the master of Hydra!"
The young man whispered softly Language said.
He put down the hand holding the magma, and the wine glass holding the magma touched the coffee table, igniting white flames with a bang.
The flames gradually turned into text-like symbols in the air. The familiar language above was words that Baron Strucker could not understand.
"Submit, be loyal to me, conquer the world with me, enjoy eternal life, or become an unconscious puppet."
The young man spoke with absolute authority and a tone that could not be refused.
Baron Strucker was sweating on his forehead. Every word of the young man was filled with a heavy sense of oppression. His aging heart was now extremely uncomfortable.
Don’t refuse, don’t refuse
In his mind, there were constant voices trying to dissuade him, as if something terrible would happen if he refused.
In fact, Baron Strucker had no reason to refuse.
Immortal life and eternal youth. These two points alone are enough for him to crawl at the opponent's feet.
It’s just the other party’s unquestionable tone that makes people uncomfortable.
But.
Is it possible for him to refuse?
Being able to quietly enter a heavily guarded underground base shows such a skill.
In just a few seconds, Baron Strucker made his only choice.
"I am also willing to surrender to you, great one"
"Lu Mingze, you can call me boss, not master." The young man said lightly.
Baron Strucker breathed a sigh of relief and stood up gratefully, "He is a great boss."
"Then sign the contract."
Yang An nodded, this scene did not surprise him.
The reason why there is no need to directly control Baron Strucker without the Imperius Curse.
On the one hand, the Imperius Curse is not omnipotent. Distance, time, strength of magic power, strength of will, etc. will all affect the controlled person.
On the other hand, the Imperius Curse cannot better utilize the opponent's subjective initiative. What Yang An wants is not a puppet who can only follow orders.
Conquering the world is just talk.
What he wants is for Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. to maintain a balance and continue to cause trouble around the world to gain reputation again and again.
Reputation will bring him will power.
So Yang An only needs to label these villains or heroes.
Yang An flicked the wand that Baron Strucker couldn't see, like a wave of his hand.
The "Book of Holy Flame Contract" produced by the "Dark Mark" combined with the "Red Loyalty Curse" and the sacred contract attribute of "Holy Flame" flew in front of Baron Strucker.
The other party was afraid to look at the leaping contract composed of flames, and did not know how to sign it.
“Expose your chest.” Yang An took the trouble to guide.
Hearing this, His Excellency the Baron quickly tore open his collar. His obedient appearance was completely different from the devilish face he had when he was teasing the poor manager just now.
This is the difference that strength makes.
Baron Strucker is stronger than the opponent, so playing with the opponent is like playing with prey. The same is true for Yang An, but he has no habit of playing with prey.
“Ah!!!”
Baron Strucker howled in pain as the book of contract was branded on his chest.
A bunch of illusions appeared in his mind.
(End of this chapter)