Bad weather was always uncomfortable, especially for those who had yet to recover from their injuries. It was better to rest at home in such cold weather, but there were always many things in life that needed to be dealt with. Even if it was painful, there were still some things that had to be done.
On a certain street in New York, in a very normal-looking office building, Agent Sylvitt handed the umbrella in his hand to the tall bodyguard next to him, and then followed the secretary into the quaint office.
It was obvious that the owner of this office knew how to live and was very artistic. The whole office was paved with wooden floors, and there was an antique fireplace next to it. There was a wide bearskin carpet next to the fireplace, and two people were sitting there chatting happily.
One of them was broad, like a bald fatty, wearing a white suit and red pants. He looked funny, but from the iconic sapphire cane in his hand, it was not difficult to identify his identity. This was the king of New York's underworld, the guy who monopolized the drug trade in New York.
Kingpin … Wilson Phoenix, the idol of all the gangsters in New York.
Another person was sitting opposite him, leaning on the luxurious sofa in a relaxed manner, holding a small glass of whiskey in his hand. He had a head full of white hair, a pair of old-fashioned round-rimmed glasses, and his exquisite clothes were neatly arranged. His appearance and temperament made him seem like someone who had walked out of history.
He did not seem to notice the bald agent's entry at all until Agent Sylvitt coughed softly, and he said in a low voice,
"Mr. Daniel, I'm here to assist you in your work."
"Oh, Phoenix, look, our capable assistant is here."
Daniel Whitehall put down the glass in his hand, stood up, and straightened his clothes. He looked to be in his sixties, but he was hale and hearty, almost like a young man. He walked to Agent Sylvitt's side, reached out his hand very gently, and shook Agent Sylvitt's hand.
"Thank you for your contribution to our cause, Mr. Sylvitt. Pierce recommended you to me. He said that you are the best and most loyal agent under his command. Do you think you are?"
This kind of question with a hint of scrutiny was undoubtedly a test. Agent Sylvitt straightened his body, put his left hand on his chest, and shouted loudly,
"Long live Hydra!"
"Yes …"
Daniel Whitehall would no longer lose control of his emotions because of such impassioned slogans. He just rubbed his chin and circled around Sylvette. He reached out and took off his glasses. He looked up at Sylvette, and the light in his eyes made the bald agent feel a trace of malice.
It was as if he was not facing an ordinary old man, but a guy who could see into his heart.
"Ahem …"
Whitehall suddenly coughed twice. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his mouth. When he took it away, Sylvitt saw the blood on it, which made his eyes shrink. This observation was also noticed by Whitehall. The other Hydra executive threw the handkerchief into the trash can as if nothing had happened. He patted Sylvitt on the shoulder and whispered:
"You have secrets in your heart, but this is normal. You have a profession to keep secrets, but I hope that you can give everything to our cause, just like our pioneers … Come on, tell me and my friend Fagus what you are going to do."
Agent Sylvitt's heart was in turmoil. For a moment, Raven even wanted to kill the old man in front of her. She instinctively felt that there was something wrong with his body. It wasn't his movements or demeanor, but his aura. It was dripping with blood, a strange aura, like the Shadow Curse.
This was an executioner with blood on his hands.
But when it came to disguises, Raven was a professional after all. She was very steady, and in a few moments, she had turned herself into an ancient well without ripples. He coughed lightly and whispered to Daniel Whitehall, who was sitting by the fireplace.
"If nothing unexpected happens, Congress will pass a resolution to repeal the Mutant Registration Act within three days. The united Mutant society will be broken up again, and the unstable factors will restore the original non-threatening situation. After The Devil Gang loses its important bargaining chip to threaten the government, we will clean up the Devil Gang entrenched in Hell's Kitchen."
The bald agent pushed up his glasses:
"SHIELD will lead the cleanup, and after this round of evictions, New York will return to its original calm."
Kingpin heard a series of words that made him dizzy and didn't react for a while, but he wasn't a fool. He quickly realized that these people were trying to force The Devil Gang to withdraw from New York, and the forces they could rely on sounded very powerful, which made Kingpin, who had just sworn to join Hydra, feel somewhat relieved.
He also had a smile on his face, but Whitehall snorted coldly:
"Well … it sounds good, but how are you going to deal with Saber Hawk? He is the real soul of The Devil Gang. If you can't expel him, don't even think about expelling The Devil Gang. Unfortunately, according to my research, Saber Hawk is undoubtedly standing at the top of this civilization's force, and the numerical advantage is just a joke in front of him. "
"So to deal with the monster, we can only use another monster."
Agent Sylvette lowered her voice: "From this bill, don't you think of a man who has almost been forgotten? That man can fight against Saber, and we don't need him to defeat Saber. We just need to maintain a confrontation between the top forces, and in the comparison between the lower forces … "
The bald agent pushed up his glasses and said confidently:
"We have the advantage!"
This time, Whitehall finally had a smile on his face. He picked up the glass in his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Very well, I now believe that you are Pierce's best agent, but our brother Phoenix still has some small 'troubles' to deal with."
After he finished speaking, Kingpin nodded, leaned on the jeweled cane in his hand with both hands, and tapped it on the ground:
"Recently, my trading place has been raided and attacked by some 'Superheroes'. They have seriously damaged my business. Mr. Agent, since we are already brothers in the same organization, I will simply make it clear."
Kingpin pondered for a moment and reported a series of numbers:
"Every time I sell 1 kg of goods, a quarter of the money I get is put into the organization. According to Mr. Whitehall's description just now, this has become a very important financial source for the organization in New York. You see, if I can't sell the goods, if those damn fleas get in the way and make my sales plummet, we will be the ones to suffer a direct loss."
Whitehall spoke up as well.
"The insignificant amount of money that Pierce has extracted from SHIELD's public funds is simply not enough to support the expenses of a rapidly developing organization. In this case, Brother Phoenix has shouldered this important mission. Agent Sylvitt, I know that Pierce has recently been seeking to promote you to the management of the organization, which requires the approval of more than two managers."
"Look, the approval ticket in my hand is here!"
Whitehall reached out and pointed at the empty table. He looked at Agent Sylvitt, "The organization is seriously divided. As Pierce's confidant, I won't completely trust you, and I don't need you to help me find test subjects all over the world. I just want you to do this well … that's all."
Whitehall's words were very straightforward and merciless, but it made Agent Sylvitt feel relieved. He nodded, looked at Jin Bin, who was sitting beside him, and asked, "What do you think?"
"So, Mr. Phoenix, who are those people?"
"Oh, hehe, that's a lot."
Kingpin had an awkward smile on his face. He reported a long list of names: "Spiderman who has recently gone crazy, a racer whose whole body is burning with flames, a blind man who claims to be Daredevil, and an invulnerable strongman from a security company. Well, there's also a woman named Jessica, a private detective, and finally a retired special forces soldier who claims to be the Punisher."
Whitehall's gaze became strange. It really surprised him that Kingpin had so many opponents. He suddenly felt that maybe it was not a good thing to rashly recruit Kingpin into the organization. It would cause these unconnected guys to unite against Hydra.
But Agent Sylvitt just nodded:
"Okay, Robbie Reyes won't harass you anymore, I'm sure of that. Private detectives and security companies can be solved through official channels, and special forces soldiers are also very easy to deal with. The only problem seems to be Spiderman and Daredevil."
The corners of Sylvitt's mouth curled up into a victorious smile.
"Leave it to me, I'll take care of these problems."
The next few days were calm. The day was still the day of ordinary people, and the night was still the night of heroes. Over the city, a dark figure flashed away. He ran vigorously on the roof of a building over the city, jumped down from the roof, and headed all the way to Queens.
Peter didn't feel that anything was wrong with him. On the contrary, he felt that he was in a good state. He had just broken the legs of a thief and watched the villain get the punishment he deserved. He felt that his hard work had been rewarded. Isn't this how Superheroes should protect citizens from evil?
"This suit is really useful."
After pinching the railing with spider silk and rolling a curtain, Little Parker saw himself in the glass. His whole body was wrapped in black, and there were scarlet spider patterns on his clothes. The original red and blue hood on his head had turned black and white, looking ferocious and mighty. Most importantly, this self-aware creature can strengthen his reaction, his strength, and his agility, allowing him to transform into a more powerful Spiderman.
Yes, he can feel that the strange life covering his original suit has self-awareness, but he doesn't think it will affect him, and that consciousness is also very smart. It has inherited some evil and dark negative emotions from its former host. It has learned to think, and it knows that if it shows more intelligence, it will be abandoned again.
Therefore, its intelligence quietly used the lowest level of consciousness to cover little Parker's mental waves, silently leading him closer to his most primitive instincts. In fact, this consciousness that came from another world didn't know what darkness was. It was only driven by its biological instincts, urging its host to instinctively fight and hunt.
It's a very old-fashioned method, but unfortunately, Parker is not vigilant about it. This is also the first time he has been induced from the heart, and he is immersed in it very naturally.
Just like a person who has been hypnotized, he will never remember when he lost himself.
"Hey, Gwen!"
He found a remote place, took off his suit, changed into his casual clothes, and stood at the intersection, waiting for his girlfriend to finish her class. As the daughter of a senior official's family, Gwen's schedule is very full. Even during the holidays, she has to spare a lot of energy to go to class.
Soon, Gwen, wearing a light blue sweater, walked out of the private classroom with her classmates. Seeing Little Spider waiting on the side of the road, she happily waved at Parker, and then quickly ran towards him. Parker opened his arms and prepared to give his girlfriend a warm hug.
"Bang!"
The wall next to Gwen was suddenly torn open, and a blue behemoth rushed out from it. The sound of machinery and gears colliding in the darkness was creepy. After a few jumps, a cold sharp blade smashed towards Parker's head.
The smile on Parker's face hasn't disappeared, but the girl's body has been accompanied by blood and fell into the bricks further away.
"No!!!"
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