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Chapter 255: City of Heads (Part )

Although Fisk had seen countless bloody scenes, and many brutal fights and bloody massacres were caused by himself, when he walked under the railway bridge in the distance, he still felt a little nauseous, and an indescribable discomfort surged in his heart.

People around me expressed similar emotions.

This place in Mexico is crazy.

The railway bridge was like a gloomy passage to hell. The bridge was full of people. The densely packed corpses hung lifelessly like randomly hung bacon. There were men, women, young and old, all with twisted faces, frozen with the last fear and despair before death. There were white people among them, their pale skin had lost its vitality and turned gray and dead. There were Mexicans, their faces that were once full of vitality were now only the emptiness of death, but the most were chimpanzees, their bodies swaying slightly in the wind, as if they were dancers of death making their last struggle.

Their bodies were covered with various scars. Some were knife wounds, the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible, the skin and flesh were rolled up, and the blood had long dried up and turned into dark red scabs; some were gunshot wounds, the skin around the bullet holes was scorched, and the black holes seemed to tell the pain of the moment of death. Some people's eyes were still wide open, as if they were witnessing the atrocities of the drug lords before they died. Some people's mouths were wide open, as if they wanted to make a final cry, but death strangled their throats forever. Their hands and feet were tightly tied with ropes, and the marks of strangulation were deeply embedded in the skin, showing what kind of torture and restraint they had suffered in their lives.

When the wind blew, the strong stench of corpses was like an evil force, overwhelming the sky and making people feel dizzy. The stench was mixed with the smell of blood and corruption, as if the breath of death was permeating the air, making people want to vomit. Every breath was like swallowing the taste of death, and the pungent smell seemed to penetrate deep into the soul of the person, forever engraving this horrible memory.

All these people died at the hands of drug lords.

But among them, how many are hostile drug lords and how many are civilians.

Only the corpses themselves know.

And such a railway bridge.

I have seen this more than once along the way. Mexican police cars followed the convoy, and they passed under the railway bridge, turning a blind eye to the bodies hanging above. The police had numb expressions, as if they were already accustomed to such scenes, and they just mechanically performed their duties, not moved by the tragic experiences of these lives.

This country is really abstract. Fisk was too lazy to meddle in other people's business. He rolled up the car window with some disdain to keep the stench of corpses away from him. This time he came to Mexico, in addition to helping Ophelia solve the mess here, he had other plans.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows. Although New York is his home base, he cannot put all his eggs in one basket. He plans to build a hiding place in the vast mountainous areas of Mexico and move some factories that require a large number of workers here. Anyway, there are a lot of Mexicans who waste their lives here. They are hardworking and should not mind not having a salary.

At least, they no longer have to worry about being killed by drug lords one day.

But after seeing those nanomechanical bugs, Fisk changed his mind.

This organization that rebelled against Hydra has obviously mastered this technology very well, and can even use it in combat, but in the eyes of Fisk and Zhao Hailun, the greatest use of this nanomechanical worm should be decomposition.

Using them solely for combat and tearing people and steel into pieces is obviously too stupid. They should be used in mining, breaking down steel and metal and assembly lines, or made into more convenient, more controllable and more efficient weapons.

Fisk has already begun to think about how to apply this nanotechnology to his own industry. He imagines building factories in the mountains of Mexico that use nanomachine worms to operate efficiently. When mining, nanomachine worms can quickly decompose ore and separate valuable metals from it, greatly improving mining efficiency.

In steel processing, they can accurately decompose and reshape metal structures to produce more sophisticated products. On the assembly line, nanomechanical worms can complete some delicate and complex tasks, improving the accuracy and speed of production.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

However, he also knows that achieving all this is not easy and requires overcoming many technical difficulties and problems in practical operations.

First of all, the first point is to monopolize this technology.

And the way to monopolize the market is to take down this rebellious Hydra branch.

By the way, they seem to have named themselves Cobra now.

The convoy suddenly stopped. The vehicles that were driving smoothly suddenly stopped, and everyone in the car leaned forward involuntarily. In the distance, dense gunfire sounded, and the sound exploded in the air like popcorn, breaking the original tranquility. Then came the screams of men and women, sharp and shrill, as if to pierce people's eardrums, conveying endless fear and despair.

Several buses collided with each other and stopped on the roadside. The bodies of the buses were severely deformed, and the glass was broken all over the ground, flashing dazzling light in the sun. Then a large number of tourists jumped off the buses, their faces were terrified and their movements were panic. Several guys accidentally broke their legs while jumping off, and they knelt on the ground and kept wailing. The painful sound was heartbreaking. But even so, they kept struggling to escape, desperately scratching the ground with their hands, trying to get away from this terrible place, their faces full of fear and desire to survive.

At the same time, fierce gunfire rang out in the distance, accompanied by the shouts and curses of drug lords. Two drug lord gangs started a fierce battle, and both sides had red eyes and shot at each other frantically. Bullets shuttled through the air, drawing dangerous arcs, and dust flew everywhere.

The drug lords had no regard for the innocent people around them. They chased people through the streets and houses, shooting indiscriminately.

Innocent Mexicans fled in panic amid the hail of bullets, but they had nowhere to hide. The young mother hugged her child tightly, trying to use her body to block the bullet for the child, but a ruthless bullet still hit her, and the blood instantly dyed her clothes red. The light in her eyes gradually disappeared, and her body slowly fell down. The child cried loudly beside her, and the cry seemed so helpless amid the sound of gunfire.

The old man was running with staggering steps, muttering words of prayer, but was hit in the back by a stray bullet. He fell forward and never got up again. There was also a group of young people huddled in a corner, shivering, their eyes full of despair, watching their companions fall one by one, blood pooling at their feet.

The police and military personnel surrounding Fisk's motorcade seemed to have seen nothing. They stared coldly at the two drug lords fighting in the distance. There was no expression on their faces, as if the tragedy before them had nothing to do with them. They just stood there quietly, without moving their weapons, like cold statues.

Fisk clicked his tongue.

It's so pitiful.

It looks like the pace of building our own factories has to be accelerated.

Otherwise, they will all be killed by drug lords.

Just as Fisk was complaining, the roar of a car sounded in the distance. The sound came closer and closer, like the roar of an angry beast, instantly breaking the brief peace. Then more than a dozen black cars rushed out quickly, speeding like black lightning in the dust.

The drug lords who were originally engaged in a fierce exchange of fire saw the dozen black cars and immediately stopped firing as if they had seen the plague god, and then turned around and ran without hesitation. Their faces were full of fear, and their original ferocity and arrogance disappeared in an instant, as if these black cars were carrying an irresistible fear for them. They fled desperately, and some even fell down in panic, but quickly got up and continued to run, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

However, these black cars paid no attention to the fleeing drug lords and drove straight towards Fisk. On the black cars, there were eye-catching cobra patterns without exception. The patterns flashed strangely in the sun, as if announcing their arrival with some kind of power that could not be ignored. The light brought a sense of oppression, making the surrounding air seem heavy.

As the car approached, Fisk felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. His brows knitted slightly, and a trace of vigilance and doubt flashed in his eyes. He stared closely at the car that was gradually stopping, secretly guessing the intentions of these uninvited guests.

The black car stopped in front of the motorcade, raising a cloud of dust. A man who looked very much like the Minister of Propaganda of the Third Reich of Germany got out of the car. In fact, it can't be said that he looked alike, but almost exactly the same, because even his height was so short. He was wearing a black suit, which was well-cut, but gave people a gloomy feeling. His hair was neatly combed and shiny, and there was a smile on his face that seemed polite but made people feel terrified. He bowed gently to Fisk, and then said, "Welcome to the City of Heads, Mr. Fisk." His voice was low and hoarse, as if it echoed from hell.

Chapter 256: A show of force!

"Sorry, I have no intention of making an enemy of you. This country is rotten to the core and there is no need to save it. If you want, we can give it to you as a token of my sincerity!" The man in a suit and tie was only as tall as Fisk's waist, but he did not seem to be nervous at all. Instead, he straightened his back and looked up at Fisk.

Fisk looked at the man who looked like Goebbels, with a strange smile on his face. "If nothing unexpected happens, these should be the last few words you said before you died. Do you think these should be called last words? Or do you have anything else to say to me now?"

The man frowned slightly, and a hint of barely perceptible panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down. He cleared his throat and said, "I admit that I am at a disadvantage now, and I understand that this disadvantage cannot be made up by just talking, but I still want to fight for it. After all, no one wants to die, right?"

Fisk picked his ear.

"How do you want to die?"

He looked directly into Fisk's eyes, still keeping a gentle smile on his face, and said slowly: "Mr. Fisk, I think you may have overlooked something important. I am still valuable.

You see, I know a lot of secrets that are not known to the public.

These secrets, whether about the forces hidden in the dark or the weaknesses of some key figures, may be of unexpected help to your career. Moreover, I have very superb negotiation skills, which I believe you can also sense from our current conversation. I can help you deal with various complex situations and help you gain more benefits and support. I know how to deal with people and how to find a balance between different forces. These abilities are not possessed by just anyone.

I can be a trump card in your hand and play an important role in your path to achieving your goals.

You might as well think about it carefully. Killing me will only give you a momentary pleasure, but letting me go may give you a powerful boost." The man's words were clear and his tone was steady and confident. Every word seemed to carry an invisible persuasive power. He cleverly turned his disadvantages into advantages, trying to gain a glimmer of hope for himself in this seemingly desperate situation, showing extraordinary negotiation wisdom and fearlessness in the face of danger.

Just like the real Goebbels.

Fisk shook his head, "I'm sorry, but your words are still not enough to impress me. You should know that it's not me who wants you dead, but dear Ms. Ophelia. If you want me to let you go, you have to offer a higher price than her. Of course, I'm not ready to give up on her, so you still need to prepare a unique gift for Ms. Ophelia." He looked at his watch, "You have one minute to think about what kind of chips you have in your hand? By the way, you haven't introduced yourself yet. Who are you?"

The man lowered his head and thought for a while, then shook his head: "You can call me doctor... I don't have many chips in my hand, but if you want, I can take you to see if I have the capital to surrender. As for Ophelia, she will never let me go. Only one of her and I can survive." "That's not a problem." Fisk shook his head, his tone full of disdain, "If I am willing to accept your surrender, she won't have too many objections!"

The "doctor" narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Fisk, as if thinking about how to deal with this situation. After a moment, he slowly said: "Mr. Fisk, since you are so sure, then I will take a gamble. The chips I have are not only those secrets and negotiation skills, but also the intelligence network I have carefully built over the years. This network is spread all over the country and involves various fields, whether it is politics, economy or military. I can use this intelligence network for you. It can provide you with the most timely and accurate information, so that you can take the lead in decision-making. Moreover, I know this country deeply, and I know every weakness and exploitable part of it. I can help you control this country more quickly and effectively and achieve your goals. As for Ms. Ophelia, I believe you are capable of handling the relationship between us. I can assure you that as long as you give me a way out, I will serve you wholeheartedly and become your most capable assistant."

The "doctor's" tone was firm and sincere, and he tried to convince Fisk with these words. He knew very well that his current situation was very dangerous, but he also understood that only by showing enough value could he survive. His heartbeat slightly accelerated, but on the surface he remained calm, waiting for Fisk's response. He silently calculated in his heart how he should find other ways out if Fisk still did not accept his surrender. At this time, time seemed to become particularly long, and every second was full of uncertainty and tension. The air around them seemed to solidify, and only the conversation between the two of them seemed particularly clear in this silence. The "doctor" stared at Fisk closely, hoping to catch a glimmer of hope from his expression and eyes, but Fisk's face still had that elusive expression, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

"Is that all?" Fisk turned and walked away, "Then let's start the battle. This is a good opportunity to test my new soldiers!"

The doctor's face immediately became extremely ugly, and beads of sweat instantly oozed out of his forehead. His eyes revealed extreme anxiety and panic. He suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Sorry, Mr. Fisk, I seem to have forgotten that I have some other chips in my hand!" But Fisk never wanted to stop, and continued to walk forward. His leather shoes made a dull sound on the ground, as if every step was stepping on the doctor's heart.

The doctor hurriedly continued, "I have a whole team of the most elite scientific research team from Hydra, just like the nanorobots you saw before. In addition, we have many mature projects. Of course, these projects belong to Cobra now, and in the future they will belong to you, my boss, Mr. Fisk." Fisk's footsteps paused slightly, he slowly stopped, and then slowly turned around. There was no expression on his face, he looked at the doctor indifferently, and at the same time raised his right hand and waved it slightly.

"If that's the case, congratulations, Doctor, you've successfully joined the Saint Fisk Group... Now, let's go take a look at the group's projects!" Fisk's voice was deep and majestic, with an unquestionable momentum. The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile of relief on his face, but also a hint of nervousness and uneasiness.

Seeing the negotiation was successful, Zhao Hailun rolled her eyes in boredom, and the cynicism on her delicate face became more and more obvious. She shook her head lightly, brushed her beautiful hair behind her, and her eyes casually drifted to the drug lords who were looking around in the slums next to her. Their sneaky appearance made Zhao Hailun feel inexplicably excited, like a child who found a new toy, with a strange light flashing in her eyes. She turned her eyes slyly, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, then turned her head to the women beside her and said, "Do you want to see a good show?" There was a hint of temptation and expectation in her voice, as if what was about to be staged was an extremely exciting performance.

Everyone followed her gaze and looked out the window. Sister Maria opened her mouth to say something, but finally closed it and continued to study the Bible in her hand. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and a trace of pity and worry flashed in her eyes, but she seemed to be helpless. She gently turned the pages of the Bible, her lips moved slightly, and she seemed to be praying silently, perhaps for what was about to happen, or perhaps for this world full of suffering.

Then the eyes shifted to Mrs. Stacy. She stood there quietly, exuding a noble and majestic temperament, making it impossible to ignore her presence. Her status is naturally needless to say, in this circle, her words have considerable weight. And more importantly, she also felt disgusted with what had just happened.

Looking at the drug lords in the slums, it was as if she saw the ugliest thing in the world. She tightly grasped the handkerchief in her hand, her fingers slightly whitened due to the force, and the handkerchief seemed to be crushed by her. She nodded slightly and said to Zhao Hailun: "Well, if justice is necessary, then we will achieve it. The process is relatively cruel and the sacrifice may be a little big, but it is not unacceptable." The way she spoke was like a senator from New York or Washington.

"By the way, remember to lock the children in the carriage."

This caused the women in the carriage to smile unanimously.

"Yes ma'am!"

The next second, the cargo holds of all the trucks were smashed, and there was a huge roar, as if the horn of war was blown. More than two hundred tyrants jumped out of the cargo hold, and they were like demons descending, with a fierce momentum. In addition to the thick windbreakers, they were hung with all kinds of ammunition and weapons, and they could be said to be armed to the teeth. They held heavy guns in their hands, and the black barrels exuded the breath of death. They had grenades on their waists, and each grenade seemed to be a nightmare that could explode at any time. They also carried sharp knives on their backs, and the blades flashed coldly in the sun. The cold metallic luster made people shudder.

The women got out of the car and stood aside, with their arms folded across their chests, looking at everything in front of them with indifference, as if it was just a game directed by them. Under Zhao Hailun's command, the tyrants rushed to the slums next to them like a tide. They moved quickly and orderly, divided into different groups, and spread out to every corner, like a net of death quickly spreading in the slums.

The moment the tyrants stepped into the slums, the entire area instantly fell into a bloody chaos. The drug dealers tried to resist at first. They picked up their simple weapons and rushed towards the tyrants with loud shouts, as if they were a group of desperate trapped animals making their last struggle. However, in the face of the tyrants' powerful firepower, their resistance seemed so powerless. The tyrants pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullets poured out like a rainstorm, instantly interweaving into a deadly barrage in the air. The drug dealers' bodies were riddled with holes in the rain of bullets, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground red. Their bodies twitched and fell heavily, their eyes full of fear and despair.

Some tyrants threw grenades directly, which drew arcs in the air and then exploded in the place where the drug dealers gathered, making a deafening noise. The explosion raised a cloud of smoke and fire, and the powerful shock wave blew away everything around. Along with the screams of drug dealers, limbs were blown everywhere, and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground. The bloody scene was disgusting. Those originally dilapidated houses were shaky under the impact of the explosion, and huge holes appeared on the walls, as if they were big mouths of despair, swallowing up life and hope.

As for the drug dealers who tried to escape, the tyrants launched a ruthless pursuit. They shuttled through the narrow alleys, as agile as cheetahs, and the sound of their footsteps echoed in the alleys, like a countdown to death. Once they found their target, they shot mercilessly, and the bullets shuttled through the narrow space, making a sharp whistling sound, forcing the drug dealers into a desperate situation. Some drug dealers rushed into civilian houses in a panic, trying to seek shelter. But the tyrants would not let them go, and rushed directly into the house and engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the drug dealers. The civilians in the house screamed in fear and hid everywhere, but the tyrants ignored them. They only had their eyes on the target. The gunshots echoed in the house, the walls were splattered with blood, the furniture was smashed, and the whole house turned into a bloody battlefield.

In this massacre, if the civilians stayed quietly in their homes, the tyrants would not attack them. However, once civilians were instigated by drug dealers or out of fear to leave their homes and help the drug dealers, they would no longer be innocent civilians in Zhao Hailun's eyes. The tyrants would not hesitate to regard them as enemies and eliminate them together.

The whole slum was immersed in blood and fear, filled with smoke and suffocating pungent smell. The sound of gunfire and screams intertwined like a symphony of death. The originally poor but relatively peaceful life was completely broken and turned into a living hell. Zhao Hailun watched all this indifferently, enjoying what she thought was a "just trial". In her mind, this was a punishment for drug dealers and a way for her to show her power and strength.

The doctor stood aside, watching the bloody massacre, with a slightly hurried smile on his face. The reason why he wanted to surrender to Fisk so readily was that in addition to being afraid of Fisk's powerful strength, he was also very troubled by these terrible war weapons. Although nanomechanical bugs have been used as weapons, they have almost no defense against electronic weapons such as ESP and will be directly burned.

At this moment, he looked at the miserable conditions in the slums, feeling a little gloating over the drug dealers, but also worried and looking forward to his future. He knew that he had chosen a path full of variables, but in this cruel world, he could only cling to Fisk, hoping to find his own way to survive in this game of power.

This bloody feast gradually came to an end only when almost all the drug dealers in the slums were slaughtered, leaving only the ruins and the civilians trembling in their homes.

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I am not feeling well today, but I will resume my daily updates starting tomorrow. I am also writing the extra chapter.

Chapter 257 A hammer!

In the vast sky, a hammer fell without any warning. This hammer seemed to be thrown from the depths of the universe by some mysterious force. It fell straight down like a burning meteor with a whistling sound that cut through the air. It finally fell in the territory of New Mexico, but to be more precise, it was actually the border between New Mexico and Mexico, an area full of complexity and controversy.

At first, this was just a peaceful borderland, with small farms run by Mexicans and trade routes for New Mexico residents. The people of the two countries lived together here, forming a unique cultural atmosphere. However, when the hammer came, everything changed. With the rapid arrival of a group of men in black, the tranquility here was completely broken. These men in black were like ghosts, with an unquestionable authority. After they appeared, this border area was unilaterally declared to be owned by the United States.

Then, all the surrounding towns were evacuated. It was a tense and chaotic scene. People, urged by government officials, hurriedly packed up their belongings and left their familiar homes with their families. Of course, this was only a temporary evacuation, and the government promised to guarantee their safety and subsequent lives. The residents in New Mexico were relatively lucky, and they all received a lot of compensation. Trucks loaded with supplies and money drove into the town, and residents lined up to receive their own compensation. Although they still felt reluctant, at least their lives were not in despair.

However, for those Mexicans who were closer to the hammer, their experience was completely different. They were violently driven away. The men in black had no mercy at all. They were armed and forced to drive the Mexicans away from their land. The Mexicans protested angrily, shouting for their rights and demanding reasonable compensation, but the response they received was indifferent: "Sorry, go ask the Mexican government." This is undoubtedly a shirking of responsibility. In the face of such a sudden incident, the Mexican government had no time to take care of the rights and interests of these border residents. They could only leave in helplessness and grief, watching their homes being blocked.

At this time, the SHIELD agents surrounded the place like a tight net. They acted quickly and efficiently, first using tough wire mesh to set up an isolation zone. The wire mesh flashed a cold metallic luster in the sun, completely isolating the entire area where the hammer fell from the outside world. Around the isolation zone, towering sentry towers were built, equipped with the most advanced monitoring equipment and weapon systems. The agents watched the surroundings vigilantly from the sentry towers, not missing any slightest movement.

In addition, a large-scale research center was built in a short period of time. Countless construction materials and scientific research equipment were continuously transported here, heavy trucks shuttled on the road, and the dust filled the air. Scientists from all over the country were busy with excitement and nervousness, directing workers to install equipment and debug instruments.

And all the hard work everyone is doing is for a hammer, which lies quietly in the core area of ​​the research center, surrounded by various complex detection instruments and protective devices.

In the center of the heavily guarded area, a huge and imposing crane stood there. This was no ordinary crane, it was the pinnacle of industrial power, with the amazing ability to easily lift hundreds of tons of cargo. Its sturdy lifting arm stretched to the sky like a giant's arm, and its steel frame shone with a cold and hard luster in the sun, demonstrating its unparalleled power.

At this moment, the crane is continuously adding power, and its complex and precise hydraulic devices and bearings are making loud creaking sounds, as if protesting against the overload. The sound echoes in the empty field, like the painful roar of an ancient giant beast, and every sound makes people feel the unbearable pressure. This powerful crane has such shocking power that it can easily lift a fully armed tank weighing tens of tons from the ground. The heavy steel beast is like a toy in the hands of a child in front of it.

However, at this moment, the car's opponent is just a hammer the size of an arm. This hammer looks inconspicuous, lying there quietly, with a simple shape and mysterious patterns, which seems to be incompatible with the surrounding high-tech research equipment. However, it is such a seemingly ordinary hammer that shows incredible characteristics. No matter how hard the crane works, the hydraulic device has been pushed to the limit, and the bearings have become hot and red due to excessive pressure. The whole crane is shaking slightly, as if it will collapse in the next second due to the huge reaction force, but the hammer does not move at all, still staying in place steadily, as if it has merged with the earth, or it itself contains a mysterious power beyond the common sense of physics, laughing at the human's attempt to move it.

"The traction force has exceeded 1,600 tons." A SHIELD agent said solemnly, his eyes fixed on the working crane, his eyes full of amazement and worry. The surrounding agents couldn't help but take a breath of cold air after hearing this data. They gathered around Coulson, with different expressions, but without exception, they were shocked by the unimaginable scene before their eyes.

"The cables and some parts of the crane are made of vibranium, otherwise they would have broken by now." Another agent continued, his voice was particularly clear in the noisy environment. Everyone knows the preciousness and power of vibranium, a magical substance that has a toughness and stability that surpasses most materials on Earth. The thick cable, each fiber is like countless tiny solid fortresses, still tenaciously supporting under such a huge traction, flickering with the mysterious luster unique to vibranium.

The key parts of the crane, like the core of the entire machine's soul, were barely able to withstand the force that was about to tear the world apart with the help of vibranium. Even so, the overall structure of the crane was making a heart-pounding creaking sound, as if telling people that it was on the verge of its limit, while the unknown force was still firmly in control of the situation, causing this battle between man and mysterious object to fall into a suffocating stalemate.

"There is no magnetic structure underneath. We have used the most advanced magnetic detection equipment and conducted comprehensive and detailed scans from all angles and levels. The results show that there is not a single magnetic fluctuation there, and we can completely rule out the possibility of magnetism causing trouble." A SHIELD researcher said with a frown and a confused look on his face.

"Moreover, the situation was even stranger when we were digging downwards. As the sand was dug out shovel by shovel, the scene was like uncovering an ancient and mysterious treasure. Every grain of sand sparkled with golden light in the sun. They were carefully removed until the striking space could be seen before the hammer sank. That space seemed to be the entrance to another world, deep and dark, without the slightest impurities. It quietly surrounded the hammer, forming an extremely weird contrast with the hammer." As he spoke, he gestured the digging action with his hands, his eyes full of confusion about this mysterious phenomenon.