Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 162 [Submit or Become a Puppet]

"Gudu."

In the luxurious office, the sound of swallowing saliva can be clearly heard.

Because in the next second, the door might be knocked open by the guards and he would be dragged out like a dead dog.

Manager Wenches spoke in a panic, his voice a little sharp because of the strained throat, "I can explain sir that those people are suspected to have superpowers, they are extraordinary people!"

"Oh?"

Baron Stark, who was wiping his lenses, paused when he heard this, then put them back on, his hawk-like eyes cast on his subordinate's face.

Stare for a long time.

It seemed as if she was trying to determine whether this unexpected information was a lie the man told to temporarily save his life.

The thin layer of sweat on Manager Wenches' forehead turned into beads of sweat as big as beans, and he felt very uncomfortable.

He knew that all he needed was an order from the Baron.

The guards waiting at the door, those ruthless lackeys loyal to Hydra, would rush into the room with ferocious looks and throw him into the secret research institute on the lower level.

That place is hell on earth. Living in the research institute is much more terrifying than dying.

Fortunately, Baron Stark was quite interested in his answer.

After a moment, the Baron waved his hand nonchalantly and leaned back on the sofa.

Manager Wenches subconsciously picked up the wine on the coffee table and poured it into the glass.

The bright red wine hung on the wall of the glass, making his hands tremble.

Wait until everything is finished.

The baron raised his head slightly, picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly, "Congratulations, Wenches, you have ten more minutes of life. Tell me in detail."

"It's the Baron."

Wenches did not dare to hide anything and recounted the whole story in detail.

In addition to providing a casino and erotic services, this hotel is also the largest money lending company in the surrounding area.

The usury here is not the kind of charity loan where 90% of the money is invested and 13% of the money is returned, but real usury with an annual interest rate of 35 to 47 percent.

Of course.

Nine and a half out of ten people who borrow money cannot repay it.

The remaining half, most of them, were physically cut in half due to some force majeure factors.

Unable to repay the loan, gamblers have to think of other ways. Their own bodies and the bodies of their family members are high-quality "collateral".

Their daughters, wives, their organs
However, during a loan and collection process, a group of thugs sent by the hotel were attacked, resulting in heavy casualties.

This is a provocation!

Intolerable provocation.

According to Hydra's usual style, the other party and his family and friends will suffer.

But this time things are different.

The second time the manager sent out a large number of thugs, not only did they fail to defend the hotel's reputation, but they were all wiped out!
It was also at this time that the manager discovered something was wrong and that the other party was suspected to have super powers.

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

Baron Stark listened patiently to the man's trembling explanation, raised his eyebrows and asked softly.

"I"

The poor manager stood there, his lips trembling but unable to utter a word, so he had to keep repeating himself.

"Please forgive me sir. Please, for the sake of my sincere service to you and Hydra."

"very good."

Baron Stark nodded and put down his glass. "It seems you have nothing to explain."

The judgment of fate is coming.

But the critical moment.

Baron Stark stopped in an unpleasant way.

He was used to using this little trick to spread psychological pressure, making his subordinates more in awe of him and fear him like the plague.

The manager's body was trembling, and a bean-sized bead of sweat flowed down his eyebrow to the corner of his eye.

The next moment, a hint of cruelty unexpectedly appeared on his face!

Speak first.

"You can't kill me!"

"Oh?" Baron Stark tilted his head.

The manager vented by repeating, "You can't kill me unless you want to die from poison."

"Poison. Well, Wenches, you actually treated me like this." Baron Stark narrowed his eyes and his gaze fell on the goblet with only a thin layer of bottom left.

The expensive red wine on the table comes from this hotel.

It came from the manager's office and was made by him.

It seems that the manager is not a fool.

He had anticipated this would happen, so he had made some small moves in advance.

His fear just now was not entirely due to the fear of Baron Stark's intimidation.

I guess he's also afraid that Baron Stark will find out something's wrong.

But fortunately, he succeeded and the manager was filled with relief.

"This is your loyalty? You really disappoint me!" Baron Stark said coldly.

"I just want to stay alive. Let me leave. I can tell you what kind of poison it is. Otherwise, it will be too late."

The manager is also single at this moment.

He lowered his head, the light shining on his face, dividing his cheek, half of which was in darkness, distorted and gloomy.

The Baron, who valued his life, was sure that he would let him go.

"hehe."

Baron Stark looked calm, with his head held high, staring at the blackened manager with a squint.

"I was planning to pardon your sins. After all, you have served the organization diligently for so many years and have served me for so long."

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For a moment, the manager's expression froze.

But he soon denied it.

"You won't! You're just trying to tease me, like you tease the other poor people you tortured."

Baron Stark has lived too long. He is a repressed demon and a pervert!
"You seem to think you know me well."

Baron Stark nodded and did not deny that he was teasing the man, but soon a sneer of contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"So what do you think, after all the human experiments I've done and studying the mysteries of the human body for so many years, I've gained nothing?"

As he spoke, Baron Strucker stretched out his hand and took off his gloves.

He has an old man's hands, full of wrinkles and age spots.

His body is not as young as his appearance.

At this moment, Baron Stark's hand looked extremely terrifying, with bulging blood vessels and dark purple stripes all over it, and blood could be seen flowing.

They converged towards a central point, which was the tip of Baron Stark's index finger.

In no time.

Under the manager's horrified gaze, a drop of dark black liquid flowed from the baron's fingertips.

It dripped onto the ground, corroding a big hole in the precious carpet!
"hiss!!!"

A burst of smoke rose.

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"Hahaha!"

Baron Stark was very pleased with the manager's dumbfounded expression and laughed heartily with triumph.

The vicious voice made the manager shudder.

He was completely panicked and didn't know what to do.

By this point, Baron Stark was tired of playing with his prey.

"guard!"

Baron Stark's expression turned as cold as an ice cellar, and he spoke coldly.

"Bang!" The door was pushed open and several standard German youths rushed in quickly.

Standing in a row, with their chests puffed out proudly and standing at attention, they are all over 1.9 meters tall, handsome and with determined faces.

It reminds people of the guard team that Little Mustache once founded. The young people in it were just as fanatical and willing to die for him.

How could Baron Strack, who came from a Nazi background, not carry forward the old traditions?

"leader!"

"Invite Manager Wenches and his family, including his lover and illegitimate daughter, to the laboratory as guests."

Lord Strucker stood up and adjusted the collar of his formal dress.

"He thought he knew me, but now it seems that he didn't know me well enough."

"I think it's necessary for him to learn more about it."

Then, the Baron picked up the bottle of red wine and poured himself another glass of poisoned red wine.

"Yes, leader!"

Looking at the manager again, he seemed to be out of his mind, perhaps because he was too frightened.

As several sturdy guards approached.

He rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Also, send out the elite troops to dig out those self-righteous little rats and bring them to me."

Baron Strucker cares more about those so-called super-powered people than a disobedient little bug who wants to break free from the spider web of fate.

Especially at this moment when the world is paying close attention to the extraordinary.

He emphasized fiercely!

"Stay alive!"

Waiting for the blond, blue-eyed, burly German guards to drag away the dead-dog-like manager.

Lord Strucker walked over to his desk.

He has another meeting today.

It was an internal meeting of Hydra. They were discussing that SHIELD was almost ready and had already launched an aerospace carrier for the "Insight Project" for advance experiments.

Thinking of this, Baron Stark's originally good mood was shrouded in a layer of gloom.

"Pierce, damn Pierce, why aren't you dead yet!"

He gritted his teeth and insulted another Hydra elder as if they were mortal enemies.

Actually, 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 S.H.I.E.L.D. and is about to control three helicarriers and completely control the global situation.

Baron Stark's achievements seem insignificant.

He actually did not achieve much over the years, except for some success in controlling the situation in Eastern and Central Europe.

This way.

Once Pierce successfully launches Project Insight, Baron Strucker will have to move from being an equal to the other party to being his subordinate.

otherwise
The Insight Project already has a kill list of one million people, and perhaps that number will have to be increased by a few thousand.

It would be strange if Baron Stark was in a good mood.

He regretted that he had not looked for traces of the supernatural forces earlier. If he could have contacted those supernatural forces, he would not have been so passive.

Just as Baron Strucker turned and sat down at his desk.

Suddenly, he stiffened.

Next to the sofa where he had just sat, a strange figure appeared and sat in his seat.

Crossing his legs and holding a wine glass.

It was exactly the same as what Baron Stark had just done.

But what's in the glass is not red wine, but boiling magma!
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Baron Stark originally wanted to call the guards.

But as the other person's boyish face turned, a pair of golden dragon eyes appeared in Baron Stark's eyes.

He closed his mouth subconsciously.

This is definitely not a human being, at least not an ordinary person.

He immediately thought of the extraordinary power that he had been thinking about just now.

Could it be that.
"What can I do for you, sir?"

"I am the master of Alexander Pierce."

"." Baron Stark was stunned. He didn't 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 still looked very young and should still be studying in school.

But he had to believe it.

After a moment of silence, Baron Stark asked tentatively, "So you want to..."

"Since I am Pierce's master, I should be the master of Hydra!"

The young man whispered softly.

He put down his hand holding the magma, and the wine glass containing the magma touched the coffee table, and white flames ignited with a bang.

The flames gradually turned into text-like symbols in the air, and the familiar language on them was something Baron Stark could not understand.

"Submit, serve me, conquer the world with me, enjoy eternal life, or become a mindless puppet."

The boy spoke with absolute authority and a tone that brooked no denial.

Baron Stark's forehead was covered with sweat. Every word the young man said was filled with a heavy sense of oppression, and his aging heart felt extremely uncomfortable.

Don't refuse. Don't refuse.
There was a voice in his mind constantly dissuading him, as if something terrible would happen if he refused.

In fact, Baron Stark had no reason to refuse.

Immortality and eternal youth, these two points alone are enough to make him crawl at the other person's feet.

It's just the other party's unquestionable tone that makes people feel uncomfortable.

but.
Is there any possibility that he would refuse?

He was able to quietly enter the heavily guarded underground base and demonstrated such a skill.

In just a few brief seconds, Baron Stark made the only choice.

"I am also willing to submit to you, great one."

“Lu Mingze, you can call me boss instead of master.” The young man said calmly.

Baron Stark heaved a sigh of relief and stood up gratefully, "You are a great boss."

"Then sign the contract."

Yang An nodded. This scene was not beyond his expectations.

The reason why the Imperius Curse is not used to directly control Baron Strucker.

On the one hand, the Imperius Curse is not omnipotent. Distance, time, strength of magic, strength of will, etc. will all affect the person being controlled.

On the other hand, the Soul-stealing Curse cannot better bring out the opponent's subjective initiative. What Yang An wants is not a puppet who only obeys orders.

Conquering the world is just talk.

What he wants is to maintain a balance between Hydra and SHIELD, and to constantly stir up trouble around the world to gain reputation.

Reputation will bring him power.

So Yang An just needs to label these villains or heroes.

Yang An swung the wand in his hand, which Baron Strucker could not see, as if he was just waving his hand.

The "Book of the Holy Flame Contract" produced by the "Dark Mark" combined with the "Fidelius Curse" and the sacred contract attribute of the "Holy Flame" flew in front of Baron Stark.

The other party looked at the jumping contract composed of flames with fear, not knowing how to sign it.

"Show your chest." Yang An instructed tirelessly.

Hearing this, the Baron quickly tore open his collar, and his well-behaved 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 Stark is stronger than his opponent, so he teases him like teasing his prey. The same is true for Yang An, but he does not have the habit of teasing his prey.

"what!!!"

Baron Stark howled in pain as the Book of the Contract was branded onto his chest.

A bunch of illusions appeared in his mind.
(End of this chapter)