Richard was not worried about the people around him at all from the bottom of his heart, and none of the people he knew could be picked up casually by sending a few miscellaneous soldiers.

But Whitehall apparently didn't understand it that way. He still maintained a squinting smile, and the reflection on the glasses showed him a bit of the cunning behind-the-scenes boss temperament.

"Let's open the skylight and say something. I've done my research, Mr. Lee. I know you have people you care about, and you know where they are. "Normally we may not be so easy to do in this room, but there will always be times when they go out and you can't see them all."

If you're worried that I'm going to blackmail you into doing something excessive, that's fine. I'm here just to show ...... Friendly. ”

"Oh? What's the friendly law? Richard continued to drink his beer, and a can of beer had bottomed out.

To be honest, he doesn't react to alcohol anymore, and drinking alcohol is purely a drink, just a taste.

"It's simple." Whitehall crossed his hands, "I'm sure you already know that a storm is coming. Baron Straker is finished, it's a sure thing, the difference is just who will take the benefits. ”

"I know, but I'm not interested in that." "If you're worried about that, you don't have to. ”

Dr. Whitehall smiled.

"Just say I believe you." "But that's not the answer I wanted." In fact, I hope you're interested. I need you to do your best to get your share of the rest of the battle...... Then I'll take some of it. ”

"Oh." Richard was expressionless, "You think I'd do that?" ”

"IMHO, I don't think you have a choice. I hold your secrets, and you are not so powerful without the cover of your identity. "The downfall of Baron Straker is not just a sign that everyone will take his cake, but it also represents an opportunity, an opportunity—an opportunity for all of us to do what we should have done a long time ago."

If it goes well, Hydra may be reunited, which is a predestined rule of history, and the difference is only who will lead it. And you're going to help me get into that position, Mr. Lee. And in return, I promise to give you a good enough position in the new Hydra, a price point that is definitely worth it. ”

Richard nodded thoughtfully, tilted his head and took another sip of beer.

"So, what do you say?" Whitehall asked.

"Ah," Richard said, turning the jar upside down, "I'm done." ”

Whitehall is starting to lose a little patience.

"I don't have much time for you to think about it." "If you're trying to stall, it's pointless," he said. ”

Richard couldn't help but feel funny when he looked at his serious attitude and aggressive appearance.

Why didn't he blast Whitehall out the first time he saw him? Or simply blast them in place until there are no atoms left?

Just purely out of boredom.

After leaving Ganata, he has always felt a little irritable, and he has an attitude of not being able to lift up anything. Whitehall suddenly came out of nowhere to chat with him, and he thought it was quite funny, at least to pass the time.

However, this glasses guy is obviously not aware of his position, and he even hilariously thinks that he has bargaining chips.

Richard thought for a moment, and temporarily left a doppelganger in place to accompany Whitehall, while the body flew out of the body in a form invisible to the naked eye.

He transformed and fled into subspace, and a teleportation appeared thousands of miles away, directly above Whitehall's base camp.

Whitehall thought his lair was hidden, but in Richard's eyes, there was no real hiding place on Earth. Not only could he clearly see every move in the base from outside the atmosphere, but he could even see another facility that Whitehall was hiding underneath the facility—a secret base hidden in a secret base.

The old guy from Whitehall had obviously put a lot of thought into this, and he had done a lot of shielding work to try to hide the base, using all kinds of technology. But it was useless, in the eyes of the gods all his little secrets could not be hidden.

Switching to a blue adult form, Nexus flew high in the air, raising his arms, and his wrists loaded with golden arrows with a burst of gold. Countless particles of light swirled around his body and arms, locking onto the massive facility below.

Countless Hydra agents are coming and going inside the facility, and they will never realize where the attack is coming from.

Bow Ray!

Jin Mang cut through the space, and the huge bow swooped down with an indomitable momentum!

Shields, armor plates, and reinforced concrete all melted in the golden glow like papier-mâché, and the floors were blasted open, and even the underground facilities were swept away. In less than a second, the impact wiped out Whitehall's entire base from the face of the earth. Metal, rubble, entire ruins decomposed in the bright light, not even sparks and wreckage remained.

In an instant, the whole land was blown clean, as if it had been dug up from the depths of the earth, without any trace.

Nexus stowed his bow and landed on the edge of the exaggerated pit.

The blue giant half-crouched down, pressed his palm to the ground, and his divine power poured out.

The terrain began to change and change at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the crater was quickly filled. Dense grass grows along the ground, like a green carpet spreading over the newly grown land. This is followed by flowers, shrubs, and trees of all colors. The sapling grew into a towering tree in the blink of an eye, just like it had grown here many years ago.

Now that he is the patron saint of the earth, he has the authority to call on all the resources and energy on this planet, which is naturally a breeze.

When the deed was done, Richard lifted his transformation and returned to his room.

Poor Brother Whitehall obviously didn't know that he had ended up in a situation similar to that of Baron Straker, and continued to press: "Don't waste time, this is your last chance." Choose wisely, or I'll do it for you. ”

Richard gave him a blank look.

"Before you do that, Dr. Whitehall, I strongly encourage you to give a call and ask what's going on in your hometown." "Maybe you'll change your mind," he said. ”

Whitehall narrowed his eyes at him for a moment, as if wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

He didn't speak, but he still took out his mobile phone and made a few calls.

The first few calls didn't seem to go unanswered, and it wasn't until he made the fourth call that someone finally got back.

Then I saw that the expression of this glasses guy quickly froze, and the glasses glared at the boss.

"What's that?" His face was full of disbelief, "You say...... Gone? What does it mean to be gone??? ”