The hour hand is set back to a day ago.

"You want to find the Red Skull's secret fortress!?"

Baron Zemo of this universe looked at the person in front of him with a strange look.

Looking up from below, it was a pair of military boots.

Dark leather trousers wrap around the athletic, slender thighs and frame the perfect line.

A belt strangles the slender waist, making the originally hot figure even more exaggerated.

Pistols, grenades, daggers...... All sorts of strange weapons hung on it.

If you continue to move your gaze, you will see the full headlights that are about to burst out.

There is no doubt that this is a beautiful woman who can make a man's hormones boil - if Baron Zemo didn't see that face!

The skin seemed to have been completely peeled away, leaving only crimson flesh and bones, which looked horrifying.

Not to mention sexual interest, ordinary people will be frightened to the point that their legs will go weak and scream loudly even if they take a second look.

It's really terrifying, it's terrible!

Such a maverick and terrifying appearance reminds people of a certain villain leader who was active during World War II.

Red Skull!

Captain America's arch-rival!

One of the leaders of Hydra!

"That's right, I can feel the gaze of fate, there is a force calling for me, guiding me!"

The woman with a red head said confidently.

Her name is "Cynthia Schmidt", the daughter of Red Skull.

"Your father has been dead for so long, can he still give you a hint in your dreams to restore the cause of Hydra and continue to fight Captain America?"

Baron Zemo scoffed, with a hint of sarcasm.

Red Skull is one of the leaders of Hydra, but his daughter is not.

If you want to lead Hydra, you are not qualified enough.

"Of course not. My father, he never really cared about his daughter. ”

Cynthia shook her head and sneered.

"He had always wanted a son, a blond, blue-eyed, tall, strong Aryan, to carry on his entire legacy."

"Baron, I'm afraid you don't know, the moment I was born, my father's first thought was to kill me!"

"He didn't hesitate to kill the baby in his swaddling clothes."

"Later, it was his deputy, a woman named Susan, who stopped the great leader who was ruthless."

There was not the slightest emotion in Cynthia's eyes, neither hatred nor warmth.

"Susan raised me, and I was taught that the weak do not deserve to survive, and they must be strong, stronger than anyone else!"

"My father died, he was defeated by Captain America, Hydra lost its leader, and I didn't hesitate to make myself like my father in order to gain power."

A chill appeared in Baron Zemo's heart, and he put away his contempt.

A woman can give up even the beauty she cares about the most, and she can't do anything.

"But you also lost, your 'evil sisters' were wiped out by the Avengers, and it was not easy for you to pick up a life."

Baron Zemo clasped his hands to his chest, and in this universe Hydra is still the biggest villain, jumping out from time to time to find something to do for the Avengers.

"My father was right that only the strong are qualified to live, and he is too weak to lose to Captain America."

Cynthia grinned, a look of frenzy in her eyes.

"But he made me, a stronger and more perfect than him—the 'Red Skull'!"

Baron Zemo's throat rolled twice, and he saw a familiar shadow in Cynthia's body.

"What are your plans?"

After a moment of silence, he took the initiative to ask.

Hydra is not in a good situation at the moment.

During World War II, Captain America defeated the Red Skull and dismantled part of the organization.

After a long period of recuperation, Baron Zemo and his party regained their vitality.

Unexpectedly, the Avengers were quietly established, and those superheroes drove themselves into the dark gutter again.

Hydra is in dire need of a new leader, a new force!

If Cynthia shows enough ability, then Baron Zemo doesn't mind voting for her.

"I learned a buried past, a secret that no one knew."

Cynthia said meaningfully.

"Baron, I need your help."

"My father is like a rat digging holes everywhere, and his strongholds are all over the world."

"And what I'm looking for is a book of skeletons with Atlantean skins as a cover! It is housed in an underground fortress in Egypt! ”

Baron Zemo pondered for a long time, and he had a map of the Red Skull in his hand.

It is marked with a number of secret World War II-era strongholds, some of which have long since been abandoned and some of which are still functioning.

And what Cynthia said, the underground fortress in Egypt, Baron Zemo happened to know.

"I hope you won't let me down, Lady Red Skull."

Baron Zemo lowered his hands and said.

……

……

A few hours later, a fighter jet landed in the Egyptian desert.

Baron Zemo found the exact location and opened the underground fortress, and a foul smell of decay and stale came to his face.

"Mechanisms, valves, air circulation systems, these are all functioning."

Cynthia walked 1 behind and watched Baron Zemo open the stone doors.

"It's a miracle that no grave robbers have dug it up so far!"

Egypt has a large number of pyramid tombs and has always been a favorite place for tomb robbers.

"It's not that there aren't any, it's that they're all dead."

Baron Zemo kicked off a white skeleton at his feet and entered the interior of the underground fortress.

I saw tattered *** hanging all over the wall, which was the symbol of the Third Reich.

On the most central staircase, there is a sarcophagus.

Adorned on it is a blue-covered, dusty book.

That's what Cynthia was looking for!

"This is human skin?"

Baron Zemo was also the first to return to this underground fortress, and Red Skull had built a large number of secret strongholds during his lifetime, and he could not verify them all.

"Bingo! Made of Atlantean human skin, it is part of the ritual to allow the spell inside to take effect. ”

Cynthia blew the dust away, picked up the book, and flipped to the middle page.

"What's written in there?"

Baron Zemo asked curiously.

"The power to rule the world!"

Cynthia laughed.

On the pages she opened, there were dense, obscure and bizarre words.

……

……

Turn the hour hand back to February 1942, in Germany.

"Why haven't you done it yet? Is it because we don't have enough sacrifices? ”

The Red Skull, with his hands behind his back and a grim face, asked.

Overcast clouds shrouded the sky, and several thunderbolts flashed.

Then there was a dull sound, and a torrential rain poured down.

The lawn of this manor, with its intricate lines outlined in blood, comes from the Atlanteans tied to the cross.

Several priestly figures, dressed in robes and with faces hidden under hoods, chanted incantations incantations and raised their hands as if they were praying to heaven.

"Almost, almost, Mr. Schmidt."

The priest replied.

"I spent months slaughtering an entire tribe of Gypsies for the sake of a long-extinct, unknown language, and then at the risk of angering the Sea King, I took a band of Atlanteans captive."

The Red Skull's voice revealed a serious impatience.

"And the reason why I did it was only because the Thule Society said that I could get the power to rule the world from it!"

"Now, tell me, where is that unbelievably powerful power that rivals the gods?"

The hooded priests clearly felt the cold killing intent, and they were all frightened.

They were all members of the Thule Society, which is considered the predecessor of Nazi.

As early as 1918, it was founded by Rudolf von Seibertendorff.

At that time, Hans-Holbig's "cosmic ice theory" was very popular, that is, the origin of the universe came from the collision and explosion of many "ice stars", and then regrouping.

Correspondingly, the first biological races born on the earth were "Atlanteans" and "ugly humanoids".

This novel and avant-garde view was most popular among young people in European countries, especially the highly educated aristocratic youth.

Later, Rudolf von Seibertendorff, who founded the Tulle Society, combined this theory with the theory of racial superiority and came to the astonishing conclusion that the Aryans were descendants of the Atlanteans and were born with transcendent blood, while the Germans were descendants of the Aryans.

The reason why the Thule Society is the predecessor of Nazi is because many high-ranking people of the Third Reich participated, and even the *** came from the flag of this association, representing the victory and worship of the Aryan sun god.

The Mustachioed Führer himself was a staunch supporter of Rudolf von Seibettendorff's views, so much so that he did not equip his soldiers with adequate equipment during the 1941 war between Germany and the Soviet Union.

Because, he believed that he was descended from the Aryans from the land of extreme cold.

The German soldiers must have inherited the abilities of the "frost giants" and were able to resist the bitter cold.

As a result, in the Battle of Moscow alone, the Germans froze to death 170,000 people.

Of course, this is a rumor that is circulating outside and cannot be verified, and it is impossible to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

But the Mustachioed Führer is indeed obsessed with all sorts of supernatural powers, and even believes in the real existence of werewolves and vampires.

"It's coming! That power, it will fall from the sky! ”

The hooded priest, who was almost on his knees, said in ecstasy when he saw the dazzling electric light speeding through the gloomy clouds.

As soon as he heard this person's words, a thunderbolt as thick as a python tore straight through the night sky and fell down.

"It didn't land in front of me, it flew somewhere else."

Red Skull said coldly.

"Tell me where it is, priest."

The lightning just now swept along the low sky, and the Hydra leader did feel an indescribable terrifying force.

Otherwise, he would definitely treat the hooded priests in front of him as liars and hang them all.

"Antarctica! It falls in the land of glaciers! ”

The priest held the magic book made of bloody human skins and said aloud.

……

……

A month later, after a long trek, the Red Skull finally found the place where the thunderbolt fell.

A large crater opened in the snow-capped ice, and the heat of friction melted the shell and condensed into frost.

The red skull stood high and looked down.

A few seconds later, he said angrily and disappointedly: "I thought that the so-called 'world-ruling power' would be an army, or a ...... God, but it's—"

"A hammer! A broken hammer that can't be pulled up and can't be used! ”

The Red Skull slammed into the neck of a hooded priest and roared, "Tell me, what should Hydra do with it?" Smash Captain America's head? ”

"Mr. Schmidt, it's nothing extraordinary! My soul can feel the terrifying power it contains, enough to sweep the world! ”

The priest tried to defend himself and quickly said, "We just need time to understand it and harness it." ”

"That's good."

Taking a few deep breaths, the Red Skull quickly regained its composure.

He glanced again at the hammer, which he couldn't even pull himself, and walked away.

"Until the problem is resolved, none of the people of the Thule Association are allowed to leave this glacier until someone can pick it up!"

……

……

Time comes back to the present.

South Pole.

"This is Adolf Hitler's Thule Society, the last habitat of those gangsters."

The daughter of the Red Skull, Cynthia walked into this glacier after a gap of seventy years.

She took Baron Zemo with her, and in a violent way, opened the gates of the fortress.

It was empty, save for a rotten white skeleton.

The long time that destroyed everything, together with the ambitions of the Third Reich, the great plans of Hydra, was all buried in unity, not to mention those of the Thule Society.

Rumble!

The bomb blasted open the metal door of the security room.

"My father ordered the Thule Society to stay here to study the warhammer that rained down from the sky with thunder."

"No one has ever been able to pick it up, Red Skull has tried, but it hasn't worked."

"It is said that even the Führer himself came once, and the mustache tried to pry open the ice and dig it up, but also failed."

Cynthia slowly walked into the guard room, and a frosty white air filled the air.

In the intense coldness, she saw the frozen warhammer.

It's so perfect!

It's so powerful!

"Then why do you believe you can own this hammer?"

Baron Zemo, who was wearing a winter suit, asked suspiciously.

Red Skull has failed, can his daughter do it?

"Because I've seen it in a dream, a big snake around this war hammer, and it says I'm going to be the queen of this world, and I'm going to kill Captain America with this hammer, and then—"

Cynthia said almost dreamily, her eyes only on the frozen hammer and nothing else.

"The serpent also said, 'Fear comes, and the gods retreat!'"

Daughter of the Red Skull, Cynthia held the hammer in both hands and read out the ancient words on it—

"Only a true Venerable can wield the Hammer of Scati"!

Dazzling electric light erupted suddenly, as if a frenzy swept through.

Baron Zemo subconsciously closed his eyes, and the terrifying power echoed in the guard room.

The foothold trembled beneath his feet, cracks cracked in the hard ice sheet, and the whole fortress crumbled.

"Fear comes, the gods retreat!"

A hoarse voice came from Cynthia's mouth.

She holds the Scati hammer in both hands, and is clad in green metal armor, like a Valkyrie descending into the world!

Meanwhile, Asgard's Asgard.

Odin, the god-king who sat on the throne, let out a long sigh.