Leaving New York, Mawson came to a snow-covered world, and after some inspection, he took a lift to the depths of the ground.

"Master Schmidt is waiting for you."

An officer salutes Mawson.

Mawson didn't speak, just nodded, and the officer in charge of receiving him led him briskly to the depths of the base.

Before he could get closer, he heard a muffled growl.

"Speed up, I need to see weapons that can be mass-produced, weapons that can conquer the world."

"Master Schmidt......"

The officer pushed the door open, and the roaring stopped abruptly.

A middle-aged man with a pale face turned his head, he was wearing a straight military uniform, his figure was not burly, but he looked extremely tough.

Beside him stood a small, white-uniformed, big-headed weirdo, and the room was littered with strangely shaped instruments, with a faint blue glow in the middle of the room.

Mo Sen took a deep breath, a smile appeared on his face, the familiar energy fluctuations, the space gem, this is the energy he is most familiar with, and it is also the one that he has the deepest understanding.

"Good job soldier!"

A smile appeared on Schmidt's face.

"Where's the serum? Give it to me! ”

He said a little impatiently.

"I've received the news that the bomb Greg planted before his death killed Eikins, which means that we have only one of the few serums in our hands."

Schmidt looked happy.

Is Professor Eirkins dead?

Mawson was a little strange at first, but soon he figured out that this should be a means of strategic scientific reserves.

Paralyzing the enemies in the shadows through some false news, in fact, if he wants to obtain the Space Gem, he doesn't need to go to such great lengths.

But Mawson didn't want to leave too many traces in this matter, and the accidental changes were reasonable, but someone like him who appeared suddenly would definitely attract attention.

And that's exactly what he wanted to avoid.

"Dr. Zola, we now have a real serum, I need you to reverse its formula in the shortest possible time, and then mass-produce it!"

Schmidt handed the serum in his hand to Dr. Zola.

"In the fastest possible time, you don't have to think about the mortality rate of the test subject!"

He turned his head to look at Mawson.

"Incredible task, you did so well, I want to reward you well."

"Tell me, what kind of reward do you want?"

Schmidt was very generous.

"Sir, I have important confidential information and would like to report it to you......"

Mawson looked around.

"Important secrets?"

Schmidt was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand away and dispersed everyone, leaving Dr. Zola behind.

As the first test subject of the Super Soldier Serum, Schmidt is confident in himself that he doesn't need any guards.

"Okay, now there's no one else here, you can speak."

Click.

Mawson removed the shield he was carrying behind his back.

"My secret is about that thing."

Mawson gestured to the device that glowed blue in the distance.

"Odin's treasure?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Schmidt's face.

"What do you know about it?"

"I only know one thing."

"That thing is mine."

"I didn't come here today to retrieve it."

Schmidt was stunned, but soon a hint of hideousness flashed across his face.

"You ......"

"Poof!"

With a wave of his hand, the edge of the shield sliced into Schmidt's neck like a blade, blood splattered, and Schmidt's eyes widened as he watched the fountain of blood emerge from his headless corpse.

The sudden change made Dr. Zola, who was not far away, forget to exclaim, and then he saw a flame flying from the young man's body.

Rumble!

The scorching flames engulfed Schmidt's corpse, and with a twist of his fingers, the charred corpse turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into thin air.

"Don't talk too much."

Mawson glanced at Dr. Zola.

"Unless you want to be like him."

Dr. Zola covered his mouth and looked at Mawson in horror, not daring to make a sound.

"From today onwards, I'll do what I say here."

Mawson walked to the middle of the room.

"Open it!"

"Mr. ......"

"The energy contained in this thing is terrifying, and it is very unstable, if you expose it to the air......"

"Open it."

Mawson continued.

Laugh at!

The instrument turned on, and the familiar cube appeared in front of Mawson's eyes, and he reached out and took the cube out of the instrument.

Familiar energy fluctuations are transmitted.

This time, Mawson had some new insights.

The comprehension and application of rules is fundamental, and power is only an incidental product.

In the past, he had a very poor comprehension of space energy, and if he wanted to activate the power of space gems, he could only use some more violent means.

In this process, strong physical fitness and strength are the backing, but in fact, the perception of the rules and the origin of the universe is the foundation.

Just like him now, although his actual strength is very different from the beginning, the level of his soul is still there, and his perception of power is still there.

So......

Laugh at!

A crack opened in the space.

Through a twisted passage, Brooklyn looms in the night!

"Oh my God!"

Dr. Zola couldn't help but exclaim, what Mawson had done had simply shattered all his perceptions.

"Technology is just a means."

"It's true that this thing is not accessible to ordinary people."

Without rushing to crush the cube on the outer layer of the space gem, Mawson clasped his hands together, and Zora watched the cube disappear into Mawson's palm little by little.

"Who are you?"

"Is there really a god in this world?"

Zola feels that her worldview is in jeopardy.

"God?"

Mawson smiled nonchalantly.

"I've killed a lot."

He took a piece of metal the size of a coin from his pocket and placed it in the middle of his forehead.

Brush!

The metal melted, and then under Dr. Zola's gaze, Mawson was completely different.

Schmidt.

Immediately afterward, Dr. Zola watched Mawson give one order after another, and he even suspected for a moment that it was Schmidt himself standing in front of him.

"The previous plan is still the same, but little by little we need to withdraw the focus of work and base resources."

Mawson wanted to maintain some illusions as much as possible.

He easily took charge of everything in the base without causing any waves, and as for Zola, who is the only one who knows the truth, Mawson has too many ways to make the other party obediently obey.

Five days later, everything was going on as usual in the base, and Mawson quietly left the place, and when he reappeared, he was already in another base thousands of miles away.

There, Nina, who had been in a deep sleep, was imprisoned.

"What should I do with you?"

"Kill?"

Mawson shook his head, hesitated for a long time, but he decided to attack Nina's soul.