All Gods: I Became a God by Loading Templates

Exceptionally gloomy.

It seems like he harbors a deep hatred for him, as if he killed his father, seized his mother, stole his wife, and gave away his children.

Bucky looked displeased and was in a very bad mood.

Just as I was getting off the bus, my boss grabbed me and held me down.

Take off your headgear.

They even said that Hydra acts with integrity and doesn't do anything dishonest or shady.

Then he tore off his own clothes too.

They say this metal-clad Xiao Zuo is part of his persona, and since he's already showing skin, it's okay to show a little more.

I only managed to keep this vest after I argued my case.

It was only then that Bucky truly saw the mission objective offline.

Stephen Strange, the target, is definitely going to be a huge problem, otherwise his boss wouldn't be reacting so strongly.

Who was the last one?

It seems like it was me and Howard.

Bucky gritted his teeth, blaming himself for having something to worry about.

Steve, I'd be completely ruined without you!

Although Hydra, under the leadership of its boss, had always been well-behaved and had not done anything heinous.

Even if it exists, it's in areas where Earth's laws can't regulate it.

The victims were all aliens, but Hydra's predecessor was inherently corrupt, and no amount of cleansing could change that.

This is a deeply ingrained idea in my mind.

"Stranger, according to federal law, you must leave immediately!"

I've recorded a video! If you don't want trouble, please leave immediately!

Bucky strode forward, and Little Left grabbed Big White's head and lifted it up.

The loyal Whitebeard continued to harass Bucky, trying to restrict Bucky's movements.

He kept yelling at Strange to run and urging him to contact the outside world to save himself.

Bucky tore open the outer skin of the white car, revealing the thin carbon fiber strips inside, which were extremely elastic but not even as thin as bicycle wheel spokes.

The slight obstruction from the power lines didn't cause Bucky any difficulty.

The cost is only about 300 RMB, which isn't even enough for the materials for two fishing rods.

The outer skin is more expensive, using a bionic skin, but it's a relatively outdated technology, even inferior to the skin worn by Contrax's bionic deliverymen.

Baymax's internal body crashed to the ground, the light from its two camera eyes gradually dimmed, and the main control unit continued to warn Bucky and urge Strange to run away.

"Crack!"

Bucky crushed the chattering internal control unit with his foot.

There was a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

Pakistan knows this product; the cost is low, at most three hundred US dollars. If you assemble one yourself, it would cost less than one hundred US dollars.

The program was written by a red-haired woman and cost absolutely nothing.

The price is $110,000.

Pakistani was a little envious. The research department makes so much money; they might not make a single sale in a year, but when they do, they can live off it for a lifetime.

He then gave a cold look to the silent Strange.

Strange felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Big White told him to run, but he had to be able to run too.

Didn't you see that this hero has two henchmen behind him?

"You, you, you... I, I, I..."

Strange supported himself with his arms as he backed away, but he couldn't get any strength in his legs.

It looks exactly like a rabbit figurine about to be frightened.

Seeing Bucky approaching him step by step with murderous intent.

Strange quickly said, "Wait, we can talk first. I have a lot of money, and I can give it to you as long as you don't kill me."

Strange lied. He only had a few thousand dollars left in his bank account, and of those, he could only use about two hundred dollars. The rest would be going into the bank's pocket in a few days.

Overspending is no joke.

If you borrow 3,000 yuan domestically, and it's spread over twelve installments, it would cost at least 270 yuan per month.

Chapter 233

Bartel stood in front of Strange and glanced down at him.

Then it stretched out a vibranium arm, seemingly trying to pull him up.

As expected, terrorists are negotiable!

Strange forced a smile and then extended his hand.

He said, "Oh~ my turkey."

I guarantee it, as long as you let me go.

I'll double their price!

No, I'll give you ten times the amount! I'll even take out a loan for you!

Strange was so excited that he was incoherent, and as he spoke, he reached out and shook Bucky's outstretched hand.

"Crack!"

“Ahhhhh————”

"Crack!"

"Tengtengteng~"

Strange kicked his legs wildly in pain, his eyes rolling back in his head.

As Bucky pulled Strange along, he did the same to his other hand.

Strange finally couldn't take it anymore and his head lolled to the side as he fainted.

After a polite handshake, Bucky ignored the unconscious Strange lying on the ground.

He instructed his underlings to begin cleaning up the scene, erasing any traces that might reveal their whereabouts.

This highlights the solid foundation of the Hydra agents.

Before leaving, he also took out Big White's integrated motherboard.

Since it's a performance, it should be a full performance. There's no reason to clean up every little detail while leaving the biggest piece of evidence untouched.

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Lying in his hospital bed, Strange felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his head.

His eyelids fluttered open as he opened his eyes.

The ceiling looked somewhat unfamiliar, yet also somewhat familiar.

If Strange had read time-travel novels.

Someone will definitely blurt out, "Have I traveled through time?"

He is a renowned neurosurgeon.

Strange immediately recognized that he was in a hospital based on the smell and the familiar surroundings.

At this point, the excruciating pain in my fingers began to become increasingly apparent.

Strange sat up in disbelief from his hospital bed, looking at his hands, which were wrapped in layers of gauze.

Beneath the gauze was a fixator with steel needles inserted.

"God! If this is a dream, please wake me up..."

Strange wished these hands weren't his own; he closed his eyes in anguish, unable to face reality.

It is said that it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death, but Strange would rather he were already dead, as one of the top neurosurgeons in the industry.

He could tell at a glance that the surgeon who treated his hands was rubbish.

His hand was ruined, his career was over, and his life was over too.

"Stephen, you're awake?"

Dr. Christine Palmer entered the room and saw Strange lying on the hospital bed in a daze. She put down the medical record in her hand, poured a glass of warm water, and brought it to Strange's lips.

Christine and Strange are colleagues, and they will remain colleagues in a few years. There is no possibility of any breakthrough. Even if Strange destroys the world, Christine would rather benefit zzzq than Strange.

Even if the two of them have some feelings for each other now.

Christine, who was attracted to Strange's talent and developed feelings of admiration and affection, hesitated because of Strange's terrible and insecure character.

Christine has a keen eye; she saw through Strange's true nature at a glance. Otherwise, she would have been completely taken advantage of and thrown into the trash, turning their colleague relationship into a mere stranger.

In Strange's opinion, Christine was very beautiful and had a good personality, but her medical skills were only passable.

As a doctor who accomplishes nothing, I don't know what he's busy with all day.

In Strange's eyes, all the other doctors were trash except for him. If there was any difference, it was only between dry waste and wet waste, and between recyclable and non-recyclable waste.

After taking a few sips of warm water, Strange noticed Christine's medical record on the bedside table.

It was like seeing a lifeline; my eyes lit up immediately.

He still held onto a sliver of hope, believing that there was still a chance his hands could be saved.

"Christine, I need to see my medical records."

Christine's expression changed slightly: "No, I think..."