Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone

The smile doesn't disappear, it just moves on.

at the moment.

As Mike spoke, the smile on Strucker's face quickly disappeared, replaced by a smile that slowly bloomed on Mike's face.

"What did you say...?"

"Bang!"

Strucker had barely finished speaking when he saw Mike sitting in the interrogation chair, his hands firmly handcuffed. The moment Mike raised his arms slightly, something incredible happened.

The military-grade handcuffs, made entirely of titanium alloy, used to restrain Mike's hands, crumbled like tofu the moment Mike raised his hand, not even lasting a blink of an eye.

Even the shackles used to bind Mike's feet were torn to shreds as easily as a piece of fragile paper as Mike spread his legs to the sides.

next second.

boom!

The moment Mike stood up from the interrogation chair, the barrier that had been restraining him also flew off as if by an irresistible force.

"Thank you for the thick, greasy stuff!"

"Don't……"

Upon witnessing this scene, the two Hydra agents who were in the interrogation room and had also brought Mike there experienced a brief moment of blankness before exclaiming in surprise and instinctively reaching for their sidearms tucked into their waistbands.

Then the two of them took off.

Takeoff in a physical sense.

boom!

boom!

The two Hydra agents were instantly sent flying backward, their bodies colliding intimately with the walls of the interrogation room. Before they could even utter a sound, they crashed onto the floor of the interrogation room and were reduced to two paper cutouts.

Blood, both red and white, was scattered all over the ground.

Baron Strucker quickly withdrew his gaze from the two unconscious Hydra agents, and then saw Mike, who had appeared in front of him at some point.

Mike smiled broadly.

"Thanks."

"Varied……"

Baron Strucker, still shaken, looked at Mike, who was grinning broadly in front of him: "You were deliberately brought in here."

Even if he were incredibly stupid, he would realize at that moment that Mike hadn't accidentally fallen unconscious; the unconsciousness was just part of Mike's plan.

Besides, Strucker wasn't a fool.

In just one glance, he thought of something else.

"Daniel Whitehall".

After realizing that all of this was Mike's doing, Baron Strucker's face turned ashen, but he did not choose to flee. Instead, he continued to look at Mike, maintaining his dignity as a villain: "If I'm not mistaken, you also took over Daniel Whitehall's manor, didn't you?"

Although he had no evidence to prove that the man in front of him was responsible for Daniel Whitehall's estate.

But looking at the person in front of him, his intuition told him that this was the person who did it.

This is enough.

Upon hearing this, Mike did not deceive Baron Strucker.

He nodded.

"right."

"hiss!"

Having an intuition is one thing, but having it confirmed is quite another.

After receiving Mike's affirmative answer, Baron Strucker gasped, his face growing increasingly ashen. Then, looking at Mike, who was still smiling broadly, he asked his final question.

"Can you spare my life?"

"Oh!"

Mike smiled broadly: "What do you think!"

Well known.

Hydra is a villainous organization, so its interrogation rooms are naturally quite professional in terms of soundproofing.

So when the loud bang suddenly rang out, the Hydra agents in the corridor outside the interrogation room were all startled.

boom!

The heavy blast-proof door of the interrogation room seemed to have been blown up from the inside. The hinges broke, and the entire blast-proof door detached from the door structure and slammed straight into the wall opposite in the corridor with a deafening roar.

Baron Strucker was right behind the blast door.

but--

He had become completely integrated with the heavy blast door, and they were no longer separate.

It looks like a painting pasted on a blast door panel.

Baron Strucker is dead.

Yes.

Just like Daniel Whitehall, one of the leaders of Hydra, he was killed off immediately after his first appearance.

Mike emerged from the interrogation room behind him amidst billowing smoke and dust.

His gaze fell briefly on Baron Strucker, who was tightly fitted against the blast door, before he looked away.

Mike was not interested in whether Baron Strucker lived or died.

His purpose in coming here is the Mind Stone, and anyone or anything that tries to stop him from retrieving it will be considered an enemy.

And this is different from seeking revenge against Loki.

In a word.

He seeks revenge on Loki, and he will also regard anyone or any organization that tries to stop him as an enemy. But in the end, his relationship with Loki is nothing more than a personal feud.

But the Mind Gem?

Uh!

To paraphrase a phrase from the University of Tokyo, this is a contest of principles.

The Mind Stone is crucial to whether he can fully ignite his inner universe, whether his strength can advance further, and whether he can go to Asgard to avenge his adoptive parents.

and so--

The Way is in contention!

Never die.

Mike turned his gaze away from Baron Strucker's body, which was now pressed against the blast door, and looked towards the end of the corridor, where the alarms that had resounded throughout the fortress after hearing the commotion were blaring, and Hydra agents were rapidly gathering in this direction amidst the piercing alarms.

into the eye.

Accompanied by a dense chorus of tactical footsteps, Hydra agents surged into the already cramped corridor like a tidal wave.

Black tactical uniforms, red dot sights on assault rifles, and a metal barrier made of bulletproof shields instantly blocked the entire passage.

Mike lowered his eyes.

into the eye.

No fewer than twenty red dot laser sights were already distributed on every corner of his body.

next second.

"Eye locked on!"

"Open fire freely!"

"Da da da!"

moment.

Hydra agents pulled the triggers, and the moment the triggers were pulled, bullets rained down, completely blocking the corridor, and then a hail of bullets came crashing down on Mike like a flood.

The dense barrage of bullets raining down on Mike formed an impenetrable net, enveloping him completely.

but!

No matter how tight the net is, it's still a net.

Every network has vulnerabilities.

If Mike wants to dodge, he can still dodge.

But why hide from it?

Mike remained expressionless. As he raised his right hand, it was already in a fist. His inner universe was also spinning at that moment. The instant the golden-red light appeared on his fist, his right fist had already struck out, arriving before the opponent's attack.

No sound came out.

one more time.

A Saint Seiya's fist is always one step ahead of his voice.

……