Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1372 Cut off a head
Obadiah's eyes were fixed on the screen. Every detail in the video was like a sharp blade, cutting through his inner peace.

He thought he had a deep enough understanding of the Iron Man suit. After all, he was the second-in-command of Stark Industries and witnessed Tony Stark's countless innovations and breakthroughs.

However, the truth revealed at this moment was like a heavy hammer, hitting his cognition hard.

Obadiah previously thought that the Iron Man suit was developed after Tony Stark came back and saw the power armor of Ares Industries.

It turns out now that he created the Iron Man suit from scratch in the base of this group of people.

"We really underestimated Tony Stark."

The White Skull's voice was low and powerful, and every word sounded like a demon crawling out of the abyss, carrying unspeakable malice.

He operated the control panel and the video continued to play. The picture froze on Tony wearing the iron armor that shone with a cold metallic luster. He was like an invincible god of war, wantonly wielding strength and anger.

"We also didn't expect Tony Stark to be able to make such a weapon, which led to the destruction of our base."

As the White Skull was speaking, the video also played to the moment when Tony suddenly rose up in his iron suit and killed everyone.

"I have witnessed the power of that thing with my own eyes..."

Obadiah murmured to himself, recalling the scene when he put on the imitation iron armor. The feeling of power beyond human limits still made him feel frightened.

Even an army equipped with the most advanced weapons is no match for the Iron Man armor, let alone those who are completely defenseless.

As the video progresses, Tony in the picture is like an angry god, and enemies fall down wherever he passes.

Obadiah noticed that the terrorists' weapons were so powerless in front of the Iron Man suit that even the explosion could not leave any mark on Tony's armor.

At this moment, he deeply realized the power of science and technology, and the absolute advantages possessed by those who master this power.

"You can't stop it, even if you are prepared."

Obadiah said.

However, just when Obadiah thought that everything would develop according to the trajectory in the video and Tony would destroy all enemies without any suspense, an unexpected turn appeared in the picture.

A man wearing a white hockey mask and holding a machete suddenly appeared in front of Tony. His attire was completely different from that of other terrorists and he was obviously of a high status.

Obadiah laughed in his heart. Such equipment and weapons were nothing compared to the iron armor.

Sure enough, Tony knocked the opponent down easily, but what happened next made him dumbfounded and he almost doubted his own eyes.

The man in the white hockey mask, who should have fallen, stood up again as if he had never been injured.

Tony was obviously shocked by this scene. He attacked again, but no matter how hard he tried, the opponent could always stand up again like a ghost, as if he was immortal.

Obadiah's heart was beating wildly in his chest, his eyes fixed on the screen, as if to sear the incredible scene onto his retina.

Every detail in the video challenged the limits of his cognition, especially the man in the white hockey mask who should have fallen in a pool of blood, but stood up again like a ghost, repeating the strange cycle of being defeated and resurrected by Tony Stark.

"This... this goes against all known scientific principles!"

"What is this?" Obadiah's voice trembled with shock. He looked at the white skeleton, his eyes full of confusion and fear.

A smug smile appeared on the white skull's face, and he slowly said: "This is our latest research result, the devil warriors, warriors with immortal bodies. They have undergone special modifications, and their body cells can regenerate quickly. Even if they suffer fatal injuries, they can recover in a short time."

As the white skull finished speaking, the floor under Obadiah's feet suddenly cracked, and two men with white hockey masks exactly the same as those in the video rose from it. They were wearing the same black motorcycle jackets, holding machetes, two meters tall, with muscular build, like demons walking out of hell.

"Immortal? Devil warrior?"

Obadiah's voice became hoarse with shock, and he felt a chill running down his spine to the top of his head. At this moment, his worldview seemed to be shattered by an invisible hammer.

The technological boundaries that he had always believed in seemed so fragile at this moment.

He had never expected that human beings' control and transformation of life could cross such a huge gap and create such biological weapons that violate the laws of nature.

The White Skull looked at Obadiah's shocked expression and seemed very satisfied.

"Mr. Obadiah, you don't need to be too surprised. These devil warriors are the products we carefully developed to deal with various threats that may appear in the future. Not only do they have powerful regenerative abilities and can recover from any injuries in a short period of time, they also have strength and speed beyond that of ordinary people, as well as nearly perfect reaction abilities. More importantly, they have completely eliminated the concepts of pain and fear, and will only execute our orders unconditionally, becoming our most loyal servants."

Countless thoughts flashed through Obadiah's mind, and he began to realize that he might be involved in a conspiracy that was more complicated and dangerous than he had imagined.

If these devil warriors are really as powerful as White Skull said, then the whole world may face an unprecedented crisis.

"What are you going to do with these devil warriors?"

Obadiah tried to find the answer from the white skull's response.

The white skull smiled slightly, that smile was full of coldness and calculation: "Of course it is to achieve our goal and establish a new order controlled by us."

"So, what do you need me to do?"

Obadiah finally spoke up, what did this group want from him with technology like that?
"We want you to be an Avenger."

The white skull said.

"Avengers? Who are you?"

Obadiah was confused. Who should he take revenge on? Tony?

“Who are we? That’s an interesting question.”

The white skeleton's laughter echoed in the conference room, carrying an indescribable weirdness and evil.

"If you cut off one of our heads, two will grow back. Who do you think we are?"

The white skeleton said with a smile.

Obadiah's face turned pale in an instant, as if he was struck by lightning. All his doubts and fears found their answers at this moment.

Hydra!
They are Hydra!

(End of this chapter)