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Of course, this method of extracting memories is not perfect; in fact, it has many limitations and side effects.

If one absorbs too many memories of others, the absorber's mind will be more or less influenced by the original owner of the memories. For example, if one absorbs all the memories of a kind and lawful person, then the absorber's own personality may subtly lean towards kindness and lawfulness.

For this reason, unless absolutely necessary for the mission, Skrulls usually do not choose to absorb the target's memories in their entirety.

Even so, being able to absorb even a portion of memories is quite remarkable.

Unfortunately, according to the Skrull prisoners, this memory extraction technique is a racially exclusive skill, usable only by the Skrulls. Du Mu's gaze swept back and forth across the prison area several times before finally locating Natasha.

The other person was also in a deep coma. A Skrull technician was operating a sophisticated instrument, the end of which was connected to her arm, continuously drawing blood from her. On the refrigerated shelf next to her, several test tubes filled with dark red liquid were neatly arranged.

"What are you doing?" Du Mu asked curiously.

The Skrull captain was somewhat surprised, but still answered truthfully: "We collect the genes of special humans, like this human woman named Natasha. Her genes are stronger than those of ordinary humans and can be used to enhance our warriors."

Du Mu then asked, "Where are these collected gene samples sent?"

"Naturally, they're sent back to headquarters so the soldiers can be matched with suitable genes and then injected into their bodies using gene fusion devices to acquire the abilities. Wasn't this an order personally given by Lord Gravi?"

The Skrull captain looked at Du Mu with suspicion: "Commander Leila, I've noticed you seem to remember a lot of things. Could it be... that your memory is playing tricks on you?"

"Ah, right, right, right!"

Du Mu admitted it directly, but couldn't help feeling a chill for the Skrull captain.

Fortunately, he spoke quickly, otherwise the other party would have had his magazine filled and died from heavy metal poisoning.

"I understand, it's normal for memories to become confused when there are too many merged memories."

The Skrull captain nodded in deep agreement: "Actually, I often encounter this kind of problem too. Before, in order to carry out a mission, I absorbed the memories of a round-faced, bearded man. Influenced by his memories, for a long time I thought I was attracted to male beings." "Until later I slowly realized that it wasn't the memories that were influencing me."

Du Mu:

You're a real genius!

Seeing that Du Mu didn't respond, but only silently took a small step to the side, the Skrull captain quickly said, "Commander Leila, I don't like women." "I know."

Du Mu nodded and moved further away.

Skrull captain:

Du Mu stepped back to a safe distance and continued, "So how many special humans have we captured so far?"

The Skrull captain replied, "I'm not entirely sure of the exact number, but in our base, including that human woman, there are currently about eight."

"So many?"

"That's not much."

The Skrull captain shook his head: "Thanks to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence network, they've been monitoring special humans all over the world. By using Nick Fury's access, we can easily find out the exact location and information of these special humans."

"Unfortunately, most of the targets are too difficult to capture, and it's easy to alert them. For now, we can only target some of the easier ones."

Du Mu: (One "One")

If the Skrulls' plan succeeds, Nick Fury will have billions more assists on his head.

He looked in the direction the captain pointed and towards the other special humans who were imprisoned.

Several of them are individuals with relatively weak superpowers. Such individuals are not uncommon in S.H.I.E.L.D. files. Because of their limited abilities, they cannot cause large-scale harm. S.H.I.E.L.D. usually only takes monitoring measures to prevent them from disrupting the normal order of ordinary people.

However, one of these special individuals was actually an acquaintance of Du Mu.

This person was none other than Erica, Matt's old flame.

Du Mu wondered if he should give Matt, the lawyer, a heads-up.

But then he thought that Matt couldn't see anything anyway, so it wouldn't matter whether the lights were on or off. Maybe the other party liked this healthy skin tone, so he gave up the idea.

Not far from Erica, Du Mu spotted another familiar face.

Tony's close friend, Colonel James Rhodes.

He never imagined that even the other party had been secretly replaced by the Skrulls.

It's important to know that Rhodes now holds a very important position in the military, especially after he puts on the War Machine armor that Tony tailored for him. He has become the living symbol and face of the military, frequently appearing on television with the President of the United States.

Even Colonel Rhodes was replaced by the Skrulls, which shows just how deep their infiltration has been.

If this kind of replacement continues, sooner or later the person sitting in the white presidential suite will also be replaced, and then the Skrulls will be able to press the Coke button in the office whenever they want.

After taking in the situation in the restricted area, Du Mu said with a chuckle, "You've done an excellent job. I'll definitely praise you in front of Lord Gravi."

The Skrull captain's face lit up with joy: "Thank you, Commander Leila!"

Du Mu waved his hand: "No need to thank me, but you must first tell me, where is Lord Gravi?"

Skrull captain:

"You know, my memory is messed up, I can't remember it right now."

"I understand."

The Skrull captain quickly replied, "Lord Gravi is, of course, at headquarters."

"I see. So where is the headquarters?"

Skrull captain:

Is this a memory lapse or amnesia?

Forgotten so completely!

The Skrull captain didn't doubt Du Mu's identity, but he felt that the other man's memory was severely impaired, and he had forgotten many things. What else could it be?

Surely the other party isn't a fake pretending to be Commander Leila?

Du Mu then asked some more questions, which the Skrull captain answered truthfully one by one.

He also knew that Gravi and his Skrulls were all radicals who only wanted to turn humans into Skrull slaves and rename Earth as Skrull Planet.

Du Mu narrowed his eyes: "By the way, have you gained any special abilities through gene fusion?"

"Yes, I successfully fused with the genes of a special human and gained a hardening ability."

The Skrull captain's face immediately revealed a hint of undisguised smugness.

It's important to know that among the Skrulls, only those with exceptional talent can fuse with the genes of others; the stronger the ability, the higher the talent. He puffed out his chest, exuding confidence: "As long as I activate my ability, my skin and muscles can instantly become as hard as steel, impervious to ordinary bullets."

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and a burst of blood erupted from the Skrull captain's forehead.

Du Mu, holding up the golden Desert Eagle, looked on in astonishment: "Huh? Didn't you say it could stop bullets?"

Skrull captain:

I can indeed withstand bullets.

But the problem is, I haven't activated my ability yet!!

However, this rant, along with his life, plunged into endless darkness.

The Skrull captain's body slammed heavily onto the ground with a thud, leaving the surrounding Skrulls completely bewildered.

What's going on?

Their superior was killed by their superior's superior.

Before the other Skrulls could react, Du Mu had already gripped a golden Desert Eagle in each hand, activated Death Eye, locked onto the Skrulls on the field, and quickly pulled the trigger.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Bullets fired one after another, as if equipped with autopilot, tracing all sorts of unscientific trajectories in the air, precisely piercing the heads of the Skrulls.

The gunshots rang out in a continuous, almost uninterrupted burst.

In an instant, more than half of the Skrulls lay dead in pools of blood.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder instantly filled the air.

The remaining Skrulls finally recovered. Driven by their survival instincts, they disregarded rank and raised their guns to fight back. However, before they could even raise their weapons, several eerie black tentacles shot out from Du Mu's body, rapidly wrapping around their entire bodies. *Crack! Crack!*

With a sickening cracking sound of bones breaking, several bodies slumped down, casually tossed aside by black tentacles, and slammed heavily against instruments or walls.

The last two or three Skrull technicians were terrified by the horrific scene.

A Skrull technician, his face filled with terror, cried out, "Commander Leila, why, why are you doing this?"

Du Mu grinned: "Sorry, actually I'm an undercover agent for the conservatives, specifically here to eliminate you radical scum."

Skrull technician:

You've killed almost all of us, and this is what you call a conservative?!

Du Mu didn't waste any words with them. With a flick of his black tentacles, he knocked them unconscious one after another.

Then, he took a small ball out of the game inventory.

[Item: Devouring Pouch (A spatial compression container created by a certain supernatural being, capable of holding large items far exceeding its own volume, including living creatures, but unable to hold conscious beings; once a creature inside regains consciousness, it will be automatically expelled)]

The next moment, the sac expanded instantly, swallowing the three Skrull technicians whole, before turning back into a small ball. These Skrull technicians controlled Skrull technology; killing them would be a waste. It was better to dump them at the Hydra research base in Sokovia and extract every last drop of value from them.

After cleaning up the scene, Du Mu walked towards the isolation chamber where Natasha was located and directly cut off the power supply to the memory extractor. The blue energy beams connected to both sides of Natasha's temples flickered a few times before going out completely.

Just as Du Mu reached out and opened the hatch, Natasha, who seemed to be unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes!

There was no trace of the confusion of just waking up in her eyes. She grabbed the top edge of the isolation chamber with both hands for leverage, and her long, powerful legs lashed out in mid-air, wrapping directly around Du Mu's neck. Then, her core muscles exploded instantly, attempting to use her full weight to push Du Mu to the ground before unleashing her signature deadly scissor kick. However, the expected throw did not occur.

Du Mu stood firmly in place, his body not even swaying.

The situation suddenly became somewhat awkward.

Natasha was half-suspended in mid-air, her thighs tightly locked around Du Mu's neck, hanging on him like a scarf. Du Mu felt this position was indecent and worried that Natasha would fall, so he kindly used his hands to support the two large things pressing against his chest and lifted her up.

Hmm, this pose looks even stranger.

Natasha, however, paid no attention to these details. Instead, she saw this as a golden opportunity, raised her right arm, and slammed her elbow hard into Du Mu's skull! "Ugh!"

Natasha's face turned pale, and her right arm trembled uncontrollably.

Is that head made of iron?!

So hard!

Before Natasha could make a move, an irresistible force instantly flung her into the air.

However, Natasha's flexibility and balance were amazing. She quickly adjusted her posture in mid-air, twisted her waist, and landed in a very fancy way, even tossing her hair.

Seeing that she still wanted to rush over, Du Mu put away the bow-shaped voice changer and said in his original voice, "Widow, it's me, one of our own."

"Du Mu?"

Upon hearing the nickname, Natasha immediately recognized Du Mu's voice and looked astonished.

Du Mu nodded: "Yes, that's me."

Natasha looked at the person in front of her who looked exactly like her and raised an eyebrow: "How did you end up like this?"

Du Mu explained briefly: "Not long ago, a Skrull disguised himself as you and attacked me and Steve at S.H.I.E.L.D., but I dealt with him. So I disguised myself as that Skrull and infiltrated their base to rescue the humans who were being held captive here."

Natasha noticed the Skrull corpses around her and began to believe most of what Du Mu had said.

Looking at Du Mu's face, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Is this the latest technology from S.H.I.E.L.D.? It's so realistic, almost like the real thing." Although Natasha also had a widow's veil that could disguise herself as someone else, it wasn't as realistic as Du Mu's. Even the circumference was exactly the same. Even if she observed it herself, she couldn't see any flaws.

"No, this is one of my abilities, similar to the Skrulls, ensuring that the stats match the real person perfectly, without any discrepancy."

Du Mu proudly introduced himself, patting his two large pectoral muscles.

Natasha: (#)A)

Where are you touching?!

Next, Du Mu went to Erica's isolation chamber and followed the same procedure: turning off the memory extractor and opening the chamber door.

Then, in the next moment, Erica's two long legs came flying towards them.

"Well!"

With a muffled groan, Erica, who was clinging to Du Mu, trembled in her right arm and was thrown off.

Natasha's lips twitched as she looked at the familiar scene.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"How could that be? I'm a gentleman! You were the ones who came up and clamped your legs around me without even asking what happened. How can you blame me for that?"

Du Mu spoke righteously, then changed the subject: "Then why didn't you remind her before you spoke up?"

"I forgot."

Natasha was very serious.

It's not that I forgot; it's that I didn't want to suffer alone. Seeing others follow in my footsteps made me feel good.

When Du Mu saw Erica stand up, he said, "Erica, calm down, it's me, Du Mu."

Erica saw two identical Natashas and concluded that they were the green goblins who had captured her.

She completely ignored Du Mu's words and charged forward again to launch an attack.

What Du Mu? I don't know him!

Du Mu sighed softly, "There's nothing we can do now, Muay Thai police..."

Just as he raised his elbow, memories of Erica's death flooded back.

She abruptly slammed on the brakes, smiling slightly, "Oh, Du Mu, right? I know him. Long time no see!"

Natasha:

Such a quick change of expression!