Nick's expression remained calm, but if anyone could see under his suit, they would see that every muscle in his body was tense. He was like a fully drawn bow that was only one step away from releasing all the stored energy and unleashing an earth-shattering attack.
He mobilized every bit of potential in his brain, trying to maintain the balance between the two extremes. Be it the military or Ancient Snake 666, as long as one of them made a move, it would lead to an all-out conflict.
Nick stood between Chen Ang and the military representative and emphasized in a stern tone, "This is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s base, and I'm the person in charge appointed by the Security Council. I have the right to make decisions that I think are in charge of, and I don't have to listen to someone who doesn't have the authority to question me. Mr. Anderson … "
He turned to Anderson and said, "S.H.I.E.L.D. is only responsible to the Security Council. If you don't have the authority, please go back and question my actions. The Security Council will ask me about it! But now … "He turned to look at Chen Ang and emphasized," Listen to me! "
Anderson, the military representative, didn't seem to agree or disagree. He only looked at Chen Ang with a venomous gaze, as if he was looking at prey and goods.
Chen Ang keenly sensed the viciousness and greed in his eyes. This kind of malicious gaze seemed to stimulate his body's instinctive reaction, causing his personality to be divided into two different cores at this moment. One was rational like a clear blue lake, like a mirror that reflected all kinds of strange thoughts and emotions in the eyes looking at him.
The other personality was high above, containing all of his emotions but also detached from them. It was like an abyss, like a god. While controlling himself and his emotions, it could also perfectly reflect the messy emotions and thoughts of the people around him that were reflected by the other personality.
Nick's tension and uneasiness, Anderson's greed and viciousness, and the tension, hostility, and doubt of the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
All kinds of complicated human nature were reflected in Chen Ang's mind at this moment.
Oh, I'm very familiar with Anderson's greed! It's not the greed of ordinary people, nor is it the sharpness and brutality of soldiers honed through life and death situations. Instead, it's more like the indifference and extreme conceited greed of the rotten nobles and the vampires of Wall Street. This calm and crazy smell is very much like the smell of financial vampires! "
As the dominant personality in the depths of Chen Ang's mind was peeled off layer by layer, Anderson's most secretive and most unbearable thoughts and fantasies were exposed along with the dark side of his mind. "This kind of complicated scheming and scheming, with sinister negative emotions, shouldn't appear in a soldier. There are tyrannical warlords everywhere in the world, but sinister soldiers are rare. This is the temperament of those schemers who hide in the dark."
"This is not military at all!" Chen Ang smiled faintly, stirring up a trace of Anderson's emotions in his heart.
It had to be said that Nick's efforts were successful. He had almost maintained the fragile balance of the scene, if Chen Ang had not messed things up.
Ancient Snake Chen Ang's appearance did not change, but his personality had always reflected the personality of Chen Ang. This most sensitive reflection had not yet stabilized. Even the slightest bit of malice from the outside world would trigger a change in his personality. This more fundamentally reflected the ruthless side of Chen Ang, like a god or a demon, controlling everything and operating the sun and moon.
When Anderson's hostile eyes triggered his instinctive reaction, Chen Ang's heart was already filled with murderous intent.
This emotion was reflected through the mind, pulling the entire emotional reaction chain, which was everyone within Chen Ang's sight, into the malicious hell created by Chen Ang.
Chen Ang only used his eyes to transmit this malice, silently evoking the negative emotions in the hearts of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and military personnel.
Anderson loosened his tie a little irritably, suppressing the tyrannical emotions in his heart, and replied, "Procedural justice is right, Mr. Director. I understand where your authority lies, but I have to answer that I have the authority."
"Do you know what you're saying?" Nick felt that the fragile balance was a little out of his control.
"I said I have the authority, sir. The board has given me the authority to take over the monitoring of that monster when necessary." Anderson repeated while staring into Nick's eyes.
"Mr. Nick, it's obvious that you're not reliable enough to be trusted. Your willfulness has already made the board feel uneasy. No report, no permission, no request, you're acting on your own. And S.H.I.E.L.D. is not your toy. What we want is not a psychological analysis of that monster, not a warning to influence and control carefully, and not to use violence. "
"We need results to modify that monster's genes, brainwash him, control him mentally, study the source and ability of his power, collect his genetic material, and create batches of weapons. Organ modification, gene transplantation, cell mutation … Please, we're studying a clone of our enemy. We need to find out the secret of his strength … "
"You've accomplished nothing in this precious time. Nick, the board has already lost its patience. This is not some humanitarian research institute, okay? It's not like S.H.I.E.L.D. has never done dirty work before. "
"I submitted a report with more than 3,000 pages!" Nick raised his head angrily. "What do you think we're researching? Superman's serum? Or the Tesseract? Who do you think our enemy is? Hydra or Nazis? "
With a wave of his hand, he threw the blueprint on the table at Anderson's face. "Look at your genes. When the shadow of the Apocalypse shrouded the universe, your ancestor was still a monkey! The collar he put on us humans haven't been untied for more than ten centuries. I've provided them with the most comprehensive report and the most reliable analysis … "
"Our allies, the Asgardians and the mutants, all warned us that if we treated their clones like experimental subjects, we would be slaughtered like monkeys."
"I won't pay for your stupidity. So, I'm in charge here!" Nick's aura suddenly rose like a mountain. His face was dark. The agents from S.H.I.E.L.D. were already facing off against the people brought by the military. Between the two sides, the situation was about to erupt.
But Anderson only sneered.
"The report is good, but it's meaningless! The board's thinking is simple. If you can't do it, then I'll do it! "
The military agent behind him handed over a suitcase. Anderson unlocked it with his iris and showed the authorization document and video of the board to everyone. "Now, I'm Nick of Procedural Justice. You have two choices. One is to lead your S.H.I.E.L.D. to betray your rules, go against its original will, and completely fall out with the board."
He paused for a moment and looked at the struggling face of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Then he continued, "Two, get out of my way and let me take the monster away. Then you can continue your research under the conditions here. No one will disturb you again, and I will pay for what I did today."
He made an inviting gesture. "Now, please make your choice!"
"You're opening Pandora's box!" Nick raised his head and said, "And this time, there's no last hope!"
Anderson shrugged. "Maybe!"
Nick didn't answer. He just stood between Anderson and Chen Ang and closed his eyes.
"Tonny will be here in five minutes. He can drag it out until Captain arrives. The Avengers don't have to care about the board. They can deal with this problem." Although Nick's mind was in a mess, he still maintained a sliver of clarity. "That idiot Anderson!"
Anderson looked at his watch and smiled. "I'll give you time to think about it. Nineteen."
"Eight!"
There was dead silence in the air. Only Anderson's cold voice could be heard.
Nick's forehead was already covered in sweat. He saw the crazed look in Anderson's eyes and suddenly had a realization. "He really dares …"
"If only the professor was here!" Nick actually felt a trace of regret. The professor's mind control ability could solve almost all the problems in human society. The only thing that could limit him was his conscience. Usually, Nick was very wary of this elder who had a different standpoint. But now, he needed his help.
"There's nothing I can do! Child. "At this moment, Nick suddenly heard a voice in his mind." I've been watching this place, but I can't do anything. This is the realm of Apocalypse. If I interfere here, it will trigger an even more violent reaction. If I pry into his mind, then he will almost certainly show his mind power.
"Every time we interfere, it's pushing 666 one step closer to Apocalypse. Every bit of malice will trigger a hundredfold consequence. They originally had two personalities, and we're molding them into one. Like I said last time, the best choice is to let nature take its course. "
"Three … Two …"
"One!"
Nick opened his eyes and looked at Anderson with a meaningful look in his eyes. He silently stepped aside, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents behind him also opened up a path.
Anderson walked past Nick and only paused for a moment before ordering the soldiers behind him, "Capture the test subject!"
Two soldiers, one strong and one thin, walked out from behind him. They passed through the passage that the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had separated and walked toward Chen Ang. When Nick saw the face of the strong soldier, a flash of inspiration seemed to flash through his mind. A familiar feeling made him fall into memories.
When the soldier's face matched with the intelligence, he roared, "Stop!"
The soldier did not react. He reached out to grab Chen Ang.
"No!" Nick exclaimed.
Facing the soldier's attempt to grab him, Chen Ang's expression remained calm. He maintained a state of knowing everything and feeling all the time, but he was too lazy to react. But this did not mean that everything was going smoothly.
The researcher behind Chen Ang pulled out two modified Colt 2000 pistols from the back of his white coat. The boiling blue flames in his eyes seemed to be burning his life. He leveled the pistols and pulled the triggers with the hand speed of an excellent gunman.
Two bullets shot toward the eyes of the two soldiers. One drilled out from the back of the head, while the other was flashed by the strong soldier and embedded in his brow bone. But the researcher did not stop the shooting. He held the gun steadily like a typewriter, firing one shot after another at anyone standing behind Chen Ang.
Some of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had their skulls blown off, while other soldiers from the military were shot and fell.
One by one, in slow motion, the researchers standing behind Chen Ang pulled out all kinds of weapons from their white coats as if by magic. Some were firing, some were firing. They easily harvested one life after another. Bullets and ricocheting bullets intertwined in the air to form a beautiful net of fire.
It was filled with the beauty of mathematics and physics. If someone could calculate it, they would find that the bullet marks in the entire laboratory followed the most beautiful mathematical rules, maximizing the killing and power of the bullets. It was very scientific and very violent.
The scientists and doctors who wore glasses and had dull expressions on their faces were calculating the bullet trajectories coldly. They controlled the muscles in their bodies and sent the bullets into the vital parts of the elite soldiers and agents. The whole scene was filled with a sense of humor and the cuteness of the contrast.
Chen Ang gently pinched a bullet that accidentally flew past his eyes and played with it in his hand.
He stepped on the bullet shells and blood, slowly walking past Nick and Andrewson under the escort of the accurate and terrifying bullet trajectories. With his superior reaction speed, Nick hid in the blind spot of the bullet trajectories. Andrewson also hid in a corner under the protection of the strong soldiers who quickly retreated. When the bullets hit the big man's body, they were deeply embedded in his muscles and were soon squeezed out by his recovered muscles.
Andrewson was almost scared out of his wits. He looked at Chen Ang with a crazed look in his eyes. When he saw Chen Ang had already stepped out of the laboratory, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Bronski, catch him!"
To be continued.
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