Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

A cup of hot tea sits on the glass table in front of me.

The air was thick with heat, and everything was quiet except for the sounds of turning the pages of documents.

After an unknown amount of time, Pierce finally finished reading the document, closed it, placed it on the table, and picked up his teacup to drink when he suddenly sensed something was amiss.

He calmly picked up the hot tea and took a sip, while keeping his other hand behind his back.

Good evening, Mr. Pierce.

Just as his hand touched the gun behind his back, a clear, young voice broke the silence.

Pierce jumped to his feet, drew his gun, and aimed it at the direction of the sound, which was at the living room bar.

Two figures sat on the bar stools. When Pierce saw the face of one of the figures, his pupils widened slightly, and his heart sank.

"It seems you recognize me, Mr. Secretary General."

Matthew stood up from the bar stool, and Negri, who was holding a bottle of whiskey and examining it, put it down and followed him.

Pierce, as an exceptionally talented politician, was in no way inferior to Hollywood's top actors in terms of acting skills.

He looked bewildered.

"Who are you? Why are you breaking into my home? If you're after money, I can offer you some, but please don't hurt me."

"Save your breath, Mr. Secretary-General. You can control your facial muscles, your eyes, and your body language, but you can't completely control your emotional changes."

Matthew walked straight up to Pierce and reached out to take the gun from Pierce's hand.

The latter had the idea of ​​pulling the trigger when Matthew approached, but the moment Pierce had this thought, a terrifying aura pressed heavily on his heart, and an overwhelming domineering aura locked onto him.

His will was brutally assaulted by that terrifying aura, and Pierce felt like a small boat on a vast ocean, being battered by a storm, and his consciousness began to blur.

His body was out of control, and he was horrified to discover that he could not even move an inch.

Fear breeds madness.

Pierce realized that his identity had been completely exposed, and regardless of how Matthew found out, he knew he was in danger.

Pierce's will to survive made him suppress his drowsy consciousness.

Forcing himself to stay composed, he said with difficulty, "You know who I am, so you understand what's behind me. Whether you want to kill me or use me for something else, you need to think it through, Matthew."

Matthew didn't answer. Instead, he bent down, picked up the document on the table, took a step back, sat on the sofa, and began to read it. He had no interest in talking to Pierce at all.

"Tsk, Secretary General, no, Hydra leader, I was quite startled when I first heard that."

Negri came up to Pierce, looked him over for a while, and then clicked his tongue in amazement.

After all, no one would believe that the Secretary-General of the United Nations, such a prominent figure, was actually the leader of an evil organization despised by the whole world.

If this were to be disclosed, it would likely cause a huge uproar.

Hydra, a massive organization that once stirred up a storm in the world, nearly defeated the Allied Powers and changed the world order.

However, since World War II, Hydra has been completely dismantled and eliminated. For so many years, it was thought that it only existed in history, but it turns out that Hydra has never been eliminated.

Instead, they lie dormant, parasitize, and grow stronger.

Negri knew very well just how terrifying such a massive force was, not only in terms of its power, but also in its ambition.

When Negri pulled off the last piece of cloth, it meant a complete showdown between the two sides. Pierce understood that this was a fight to the death. Pierce suppressed his fading consciousness and racked his brains trying to speak up for himself and find a way to survive.

But Negrili was no longer giving him that chance.

He directly pierced through Pierce's brain, reaching inside before gently pulling his hand out. In his hand was a long stack of film reels, each containing Pierce's memories.

When Negri pulled out the memory roll, Pierce looked pained and almost fainted.

"Ah, what an amazing ability! I love this ability."

Negri began to look through the memory images belonging to Pierce on this memory roll.

"Let me take a good look at your memories. Hmm, quite a rich and varied experience. The Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency, Project Paperclip, the introduction of German scientists, and the infiltration of Hydra researchers into the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency."

"Dr. Zola also has the 'Insight' project."

"Tsk tsk, these members of Congress are all your people too, wow, that's really scary."

As Nigley flipped through the pictures on the memory film roll, he made some sarcastic remarks, but then his expression turned serious.

This is terrifying. The Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency (SWA), a special organization established during World War II, has grown and expanded over the decades without being known to the outside world.

Its missions include intelligence gathering, counterterrorism, counter-espionage, and dealing with supernatural and extraterrestrial threats, and it has a strict hierarchy and confidentiality.

Its authority is so high that it is only responsible to the White House Oval Office. Its agents are located all over the world to support global operations at any time. The agents include not only combat personnel, but also scientists, technicians, intelligence analysts and other professionals.

It also has schools and special agent training bases, and even a dedicated aircraft carrier fleet to support its operations.

The sheer size of their power made even someone as worldly-wise as Negril feel suffocated.

The director, now known as Nick Fury, is a figure even Alexander Pierce has to be wary of.

Within this organization, Hydra has infiltrated every aspect of society, with numerous private training bases and armed forces of all sizes spread across the globe.

If Pierce wanted, a small number of agents in the entire department could defect on the spot in an instant, including many high-ranking officials.

With his global reach and vast network of interests, Pierce is arguably one of the most influential figures in the world.

If it weren't for provoking her boss Matthew, Pierce might have continued to develop and secretly dominate the world under this identity.

Unfortunately, all of this ultimately comes down to their own boss.

Because the magical fruit that the BOSS gave her not only has the ability to extract and read memories, but also to tamper with memories and implant false memories.

This allows for the maximum degree of control.

Of course, this depends entirely on Pierce's will, but unfortunately, his will had just been destroyed by Matthew's Conqueror's Haki, causing his mental defenses to completely collapse. At this moment, he can only let Negri take Pierce's memories at will.