"We have to be more patient than he is to deal with a good hunter, and we have to be more careful if we are going to lay a trap."

Codenamed "Speaker", Alexander Brown, who is actually the President of the World Security Council. Pierce's voice rang in the ears of Mrs. Hydra, who had risen from the dead and had taken possession of the body of poor Ms. Lars:

"We're going to use him, clear some obstacles, and lead him into a trap, and I'll do that."

"But the last defeat has proven what I have always believed, that intrigue alone will not work, and that we still need some strength, some extra, some extraordinary power."

Pierce took a sip of his wine and said:

"This matter has to be done by professional people, and this is also something you need to deal with in the next period of time."

"Let's be honest, Pierce."

Mrs. Larson said with some disgust:

"I'm not going to do it with you anymore, I have more important things to do."

"No, ma'am, you're just a little angry now, and feel like you've been abandoned, but that's not the case, let me advise you."

Pierce seemed to have anticipated the thoughts of the leader of the Dark Wizards, and he said slowly:

"On the North American continent, the last stronghold of dark wizards, the Spellcaster's Guild in Brimstone Harbor, was taken over by him and the Magical Congress a month ago. 80% of your most loyal and hidden subordinates have been thrown into the Forbidden Prison, and 10% have been sent directly to the gallows, well, I have acquiesced in this matter. ”

"The dark wizards on the European side have also been attacked by the joint efforts of the Ministry of Magic and the European branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the past few years, and they have to flee in a hurry, guess what, ma'am, who issued the order to pursue them?"

"You"

Mrs. Larson gritted her teeth and said:

"Is this your advice?"

"I just wanted to remind you"

Pierce said:

"We live in this unfree world, and everybody has to make decisions that they don't like, and I mean, it's up to you. I gave your subordinates a chance to resurrect you, ma'am, but if I make another call, your most feared person will appear in front of you again in less than a minute, and this time, no one will save you again. ”

"Then let's break the net!"

Lady Hydra is also not a character to be messed with, she says:

"You can see if it's your quick call, or if I'll give your real identity to that person faster! Don't threaten me, Pierce, don't threaten a wizard! ”

"Hehe, whatever you want."

Pierce laughed and said:

"If you can convince him that I am the supreme leader of the Hydra, then I will be willing to kill him. Who do you think he will trust more? You? Or me? ”

The two were at a stalemate for a moment, and Pierce took the initiative to say:

"Okay, we are all people in the same boat, and now this broken boat has begun to leak, if we don't abandon the contradictions, and then don't sort out each other's needs and work together, then what awaits us will be drowned."

"Madame, listen to me. I'm not threatening you just to threaten you, I just want you to know how bad the situation is now, so that you can restrain your high-flying style, and really keep a low profile, ordinary and low-key is our best protective color If you calm down, I will talk about your next task. ”

"If you don't calm down, then I'll have to give up on you."

"Uh"

In the dimly lit basement, Mrs. Larson stared at the red skull octopus emblem on the opposite wall, and after a moment, she let out a sigh of relief, and said:

"Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

"Very good, I know that you who can become the leader of the dark wizard are definitely not a reckless person."

Pierce said:

"What I need you to do is very simple, I said before, you can't do great things by relying on intrigues, we need extraordinary power, I mean, the power that really belongs to us, loyal to us, conservative Inhumans only worship their gods, and in our future order, there is no place for 'gods', they cannot be trusted, they need to be sacrificed."

"And their sacrifice and the counterattack before death can buy us enough time, ma'am, I need you to use this last time to make our own super soldiers!"

"Wait!"

Mrs. Larson interrupted Pierce, and she said in confusion:

"Isn't the tree bee serum already in your hands? Hell, it's because of this damn thing that happened to me, don't you tell me that the serum test failed? ”

"No, it's still there, but I can't risk using it until the decisive battle between the bayonets on both sides comes."

Pierce said with some regret and some regret:

"If I had known the joints, I wouldn't have allowed you to launch that attack because of this stupid serum, which nearly destroyed us completely. The anger and hatred that erupted from that man's heart were like wildfire, terrifying, and made us completely cut off the possibility of union with him, what a pity it would be if he were on our side. ”

"Hehe, that means you're not omniscient either, Lord Pierce."

Mrs. Larson sarcastically said:

"I hope that this time when you plan your plan, you have taken into account all the unexpected factors, I don't want to die again because of your negligence, I am weak now."

"Don't worry, I won't let you show your head this time."

Pierce quickly reined in his senseless regret and calmly said:

"He's really capable, but his abilities can also be used by us, and in the process of exterminating the thugs in Brimstone Harbor, we have collected some useful things because of him, and someone will send them to you soon."

"What is it?"

Mrs. Larson asked:

"I've got to do an assessment first."

"It's some biological samples."

Pierce said:

"S.H.I.E.L.D. biologists told me that those samples contained a special gene fragment that could allow life to evolve almost infinitely, and I consulted some professionals who told me that if the direction of infinite evolution is controllable, then it is very simple to create a batch of super soldiers."

"It's not that easy!"

Mrs. Larson was not just a dark wizard, she was also a good biologist, and she said to Pierce:

"Not to mention that the gene fragment is not as amazing as you say, let's talk about gene transplantation and targeted culture, which requires too much energy and resources, and this kind of thing, with the current level of science and technology, it is more like luck."

"Luck? No. ”

Pierce shook his head:

"I got you an assistant, his name is Jason. Wood, the guy I fished out of Arkham Asylum in Gotham City, a genius biologist, told me that his research on plant toxins could help us achieve controlled transplantation of gene fragments in a short period of time, I don't know if what he said was true or not, but I wouldn't mind giving it a try. ”

"Also, the .m, who was suppressed by that person and Fury, who had to go underground, was also forced to throw an olive branch to us under the difficult circumstances of the world, and they wanted to return to the command of Hydra, and I have agreed. There are also many bioaugmentation research results in the research blueprint of M, and they will also help you with this. ”

"I've prepared an underground lab for you in the mountains of Colorado, and I've registered a medical company with your name written by the head of the company, and as long as you don't show yourself too much, trust me, no one will find out that you're back."

"Okay."

Seeing that Pierce had planned so solidly, Mrs. Larson had no more thoughts of refutation.

After all, the situation is stronger than the person, and in this case, bowing your head is not a stupid choice.

"In addition to the genetic fragments of endless evolution, there is one more thing, and in fact, it is precisely because of the reason I have resurrected you at this moment."

Pierce said:

"After all, professional things have to be done by professional people."

"While you were sleeping, the mythical vampire Dracula tried to take Brum Harbor, but the high-profile stupid vampire was quickly defeated by that man and his righteous companions, but, just like the infinitely evolving genetic fragments, Lord Dracula, has left us some 'legacy'."

"It took a lot of effort for our agents to capture a few samples from those blood illusions"

"It's useless."

Mrs. Larson said to Pierce with some reluctance:

"I know Dracula's blood river ability, the Dark God Book once told me that these blood illusions are just manifestations of Dracula's power, and have no connection with his essence, I guess, those few illusions you captured are now rapidly decomposing and collapsing, right?"

"Hmm."

Pierce used a nasal voice to represent his response.

"That's normal, without Dracula's own manipulation, you don't need to do anything, and those irrational illusions won't survive more than a month."

"But we have something else."

Pierce added:

"There are a few aliens who were captured by Dracula, and we took them in while they were on the run, and they were injected with Dracula's source blood"

"Huh? Source Blood"

Mrs. Larson's eyes narrowed, and she said:

"If it's the source blood, then it's not impossible, but I still need a few pure-blood vampires to make samples, you know, Pierce, to revive such a legendary vampire, it takes a lot of things, and it also needs a lot of complicated steps, and the lethality rate and loss of control rate are also very good, you better prepare a few more samples."

"Okay."

Pierce said:

"The samples you need will be sent directly to your lab in a few days."

His Excellency the Speaker paused, and after a moment he said:

"That's all I have to say, what else do you have to add?"

"Yes!"

Larson replied:

"I have two requests."

"First, during the period of time I help you, you also have to help me, I need the knowledge of the Dark God Book, that book is still in this world, I can feel it, you have to help me find it."

"Second, in relation to the experiments you asked me to do, in order to make sure that those samples would last longer, and also to ensure that they were capable of fighting in the future, I needed some additional genetic fragments. Have you ever heard of a mutant named Logan, who is so self-healing that he is almost immortal? ”

There was a twinkle in Mrs. Larson's eyes, and she said:

"I want his blood, the more the better!"

"Okay, I'll figure this out."

Pierce readily agreed, and he advised:

"It's better not to stay on the East Coast, it's not safe here, and when you recover, go to Colorado."

"Hmm."

Mrs. Lars nodded, and at the end of the call she asked:

"What's the name of that place? And don't tell me which company you gave me, you gave it a weird name. ”

"No, not at all."

Pierce whispered:

"I gave it a great name, the protector of the new order under the umbrella."

"As for your lab, it's in a place called Raccoon City."

"Raccoon City? Haven't heard of it. ”

"Hehe, wouldn't that be better?"

"It was the first time I had seen so many people die because of me, displaced by me, and the feeling of guilt made me almost unable to breathe."

In the hall of the mystery house, Merlin was lying on the sofa, and he told the story of his past in a low tone, and judging by his expression, this kind of open-minded chat made Merlin's mental state improve a little.

But instead, on the sofa next to him, Miss Zatanna's expression was not very good-looking.

She is a sensual person with a valuable empathetic character, and she is drawn to Merlin's story, a story of ups and downs, full of darkness, and a glimmer of hope and light.

"It was then that I finally realized that running away is not going to solve the problem when you are faced with those problems that you are chasing after so much."

Merlin Says:

"You can only choose to face it, or continue to let innocent people die because of you, and then live your life as a coward and a sinner in the shadow of those deaths."

"I chose to face it, and I'm glad that the choice at that time made me who I am now, at least the sharp part of my personality came from that choice."

At this, Merlin suddenly opened his eyes, he turned his head to look at Zatanna, and he said with a smile:

"It's late at night, Zatana, it's time for you to go home. Thank you for listening to me nag for so long. ”

"No, no, we still have time."

Zatana looked at her watch in a hurry, less than 1 hour had passed, and it was still far from the limit of 8 hours of solitude, not to mention, if she couldn't finish listening to the story, there was no way to design a hypnotic method according to the context of the story to complete the in-depth communication between her and Merlin on the spiritual level.

Miss Magician coughed a few times, stretched out her hand solemnly, and pressed Merlin, who was trying to get up, back on the sofa again, she sat beside Merlin, the fragrance of violet flowers lingered, and she said to Merlin seriously:

"I'm a doctor, you're a patient, Merlin, listen to me."

"Tell the story"

"The night is still long, and we still have time."