The red-haired girl and the white-haired teenager were barricaded in the corner of an alley, surrounded by three or five muscular men who didn't look very bright. The leader was a black man with a body of nearly two meters, with a fierce and brutal face, and a mouthful of white and healthy teeth when he grinned.

He leaned one hand against the wall, his broad shoulders in front of the girl, and his snort was as heavy as a bull. The red-haired girl had to tilt her head to meet the tall man's gaze, but she didn't look scared.

The process of the matter is not complicated to say. The twins (Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, of course) wandered aimlessly after leaving Baron Straker's base, and soon found the nearest town after exiting the forest. However, the security in this area is obviously not very satisfactory, and they were blocked here by these muscular idiots for a long time.

"It's not a good idea, there's no adult to hang out in a place like this." The black man chuckled in a low voice, "Especially a girl like you should be a little more security-conscious." ”

The alley wasn't deep, and there were pedestrians passing by from time to time, and occasionally someone would glance at it twice, but apparently no one wanted to meddle.

The girl crossed her arms and said in a cold but distinctly disgusted tone, "Let go of your dirty thoughts, and get out of the way...... While you still have a chance. ”

The black man looked back at his companions: "She said to tell us to fuck ourselves off while we still have a chance!" A few guys looked at each other and laughed.

Quicksilver glanced at his sister: "Is it up to me, or do you do it yourself?" ”

Scarlet Witch didn't say anything, but action took her place as she answered. Crimson magic crept into her dark eyes, and the surging mana seemed to cause the air to plummet a few degrees before it could condense.

The black man let go of his hand and instinctively took a step back: "What are you doing?" ”

But before the witch could cast the spell, the target in front of her received a solid punch in the face, and her head tilted to the side, and she didn't move.

She was stunned, and the red glow in her pupils faded unconsciously, and she quickly returned to normal.

It was a young man, not tall or short, wearing a long black trench coat with a stand-up collar, hand-made shiny leather shoes, and a rather distinctive hairstyle that was obviously taken care of by a famous artist. Whether judging from this outfit or aura, such a person should appear in a developed place such as a financial street, rather than such an inconspicuous town with a backward economy.

The other strong men looked a little timid, but the boss was left behind, and it might be too embarrassing to turn around and say it. So after a little thought, the rest of the people also rushed forward loudly. But in the next few blinks of an eye, one of them had his arm broken, another had his jaw shattered, another had tripped over the man during the sprint, and a dog had broken the bridge of his nose while chewing mud, and he was clutched on the ground and groaned.

After cooking these big men who weren't even troublesome, Michael Paso straightened the collar of his trench coat and turned around.

"Well, I don't really need help." The Scarlet Witch glanced at the strong men who were moaning all over the ground, "But no matter what, thank you for your help." ”

"I'm pretty sure you don't need to make a move, Miss Maximov." "But I'm just saving time for both of us – we both know that if we use your powers, we're going to cause a commotion." ”

"You know what I'm capable of...... Wait, you still know my name? The girl was a little surprised, but at the same time alert. The same goes for Quicksilver, who intentionally or unconsciously lowered his arm when he heard this, as if he was on guard that this man would be in trouble at any moment.

"Wanda Maximov and Pietro Maximov, of course, I know most of you. And, in fact, we've met. ”

Michael casually formed a magic seal, and the sparks in his palm churned to conjure up a simple magic array.

"It's you!" Wanda was surprised.

"It's me. Don't bother, you know you can't read my mind. Michael extinguished the circle with five fingers, then glanced at Pietro, who looked like he was about to make a move, "By the way, you owe me my life - no thanks." ”

"Since you're here, Straker should be finished." Wanda cautiously asked, "What do you want?" ”

"Straker is indeed finished, and so is Hydra. But I'm re-assembling the remnants of Hydra and building a new organization, a better one, from the ruins. "And I'm offering you an invitation to consider joining." ”

"'A better hydra,' that's a joke." Pietro complained.

"I'm working on that." Michael didn't mind his sarcasm, "It's never too late for you to be surprised when I'm done." ”

"So why do you think we'll say yes?" Wanda frowned and said, "You want to get another Hydra to come out and control the world, or you want to turn it into another Aegis, why do you think we will care?" ”

"Because you don't look like there's a better place to go, and I'm offering you a job that pays to eat, live, and pay." Michael said, pausing, and adding to Wanda in particular, "Also, I know you want to be more powerful, and I happen to be interested in your abilities. So the trading is like this – you ask me to study your power, and I can teach you how to better control and use it. Believe me, you haven't even discovered the skin of your own strength. ”

Wanda said unexpectedly, "You know my powers? ”

"Not a lot, but much deeper than your own knowledge. But we'll figure it out together later. Michael put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, "Of course, if you don't refuse the offer." ”

Wanda subconsciously turned her head to look at her brother, and the moment their eyes met, they understood each other's thoughts.

She nodded slightly.

"Very well, I don't think you will refuse."

Michael's right hand made a slight circle, and the circular magic portal burst into flames, swirling and opening in the twins' surprised gaze. He led the way into the portal, only to find that both siblings had stopped at the other end of the door with surprised expressions on their faces.

"How?" Michael stretched out his hands, "You can't expect to fly?" ”

***

Daniel Whitehall, one of Hydra's last remaining leaders, was sitting behind a mahogany desk, looking through a thick folder through his round spectacle lenses that reflected cold light.

Not long ago, the branch under Whitehall's jurisdiction was also hit by Aegis. Most of Whitehall's main force has been lost, and although he himself has narrowly escaped the capture of Aegis, he is now short of both manpower and weapons, so it can be said that he is only surviving.

There was a knock at the door. Whitehall raised his eyes and said "Come in," and a tall, dark-skinned Englishman walked in.

Sunil Bakshi, Whitehall's number one henchman, was equally fortunate not to be arrested during the S.H.I.E.L.D. crackdown.

But no one else had as much luck as they did.

"The situation...... Oops, sir. Bakshi brought the door and said with an ugly face, "I have sent someone to secretly investigate, and most of them seem to be finished." Mr. Chief was arrested, and three other chiefs were killed on the spot. Baron Straker's whereabouts are unknown, but there seems to be news in his sphere of influence that he was killed by Dr. Norton himself......"

Whitehall nodded slightly: "Got it." ”

Bakhi has always respected his chief like a god, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved when he saw him behaving so calmly. He asked tentatively, "So...... Sir, what do we do next? ”

"Everyone else is fine, what we do never changes."

Whitehall said calmly, casually closing the large folder in his hand and handing it to Bakshi. The latter respectfully took it and carefully flipped through a few pages.

He saw an old photograph of an iron-colored object of unknown material, lying quietly in a black box, shaped like an ancient Egyptian-style obelisk.

"...... this?"

"The obelisk, an object of incomparable power, according to our founder, Schmidt, may explain death itself." Whitehall stood up with his hands behind his back, his eyes flashing with the greedy light of a beast behind his glasses, "Get the obelisk, and we'll ...... Get everything! ”