Gotham's Old Town, the basement of an old mansion that has been ravaged by wind and rain.

Mr. Penguin, whose full name was Oswald Chesterfield Copote, pushed the monocle on the bridge of his nose, lay down on the creaky wooden chair, snapped his fingers, let the waiting butler leave, and closed the heavy door.

It was a cramped and cramped chamber, with an indiscernible layer of dark dirt on the floor, and the short, thick iron railings that served as vents in the basement were rusty, and the copper rust on the surface was mottled and scattered in the wind.

The penguin man took a deep breath, the smell of decay in the basement was so familiar that it reminded him of a day when he had locked himself in this secret basement that no one had opened because of a playful mistake.

The half-meter-thick walls of cement cut off all sounds, and the silence was chilling.

The history of this basement dates back to 1800, when the owner of the house was a reclusive rich man who was not well known to the upper class, but the penguin man, who was still a young child at the time, learned about the secret little habits of his ancestor through the torture instruments stacked in the corner of the basement.

Torture black slaves.

Ironic crosses, blood-stained steel shackles, salted leather whips, surgical saws of unknown use, and layers of flake skin in iron drums that make breathing stagnate.

The inside of the scorched skin, with ink that would not fade, filled the portrait of Mr. Copote himself two hundred years ago, pale, fat, and unremarkable.

The penguins of young children were in the basement with torture instruments in their company, the howls of black slaves lingering in his ears for two centuries, and in the darkness the spirits of those who refused to rest lingered left and right, as if trying to strangle the offspring of the enemy with their blood-red arms that had lost their skin.

It wasn't until three days later that little Copote, who was dehydrated and on the verge of death, was found and rescued.

The memories of his childhood were so vivid that a mocking scorn rose into the corners of the gang's mouth, and the things he had done were no more noble than those of his ancestors.

When it comes to the scope of harm to society, the huge gray chain of interests run by the penguin people far exceeds the "feat" of their ancestors.

"Mr. Copote, although we are partners, our time is very valuable, if there is anything important, please hurry up....."

Standing in the corner of the basement, the Gotham gangster was so arrogant and frivolous, and he walked out of the darkness and pushed the monocle on his right eye, which was somewhat similar to the penguin man.

He was a tall, burly middle-aged man, dressed in a suit, bald head, with an egg-like head covered in earthy cracks, and a stiff accent that sounded German.

Of course, the most striking thing is the steel mechanical glove he wears on his right hand and the silver brooch he wears on his chest.

The brooch was roughly a skull, with six tentacle-like pendants underneath, and the whole was quaint and restrained, except for a hint of weirdness and gloom, and you could buy a dozen similar non-mainstream brooches for ten dollars at a cheap jewelry store.

But the penguin people know that the brooch, which mimics the nine-headed monster Hydra in Greek mythology, represents the huge organization that is entrenched in the dark side of human society, the Hydra.

World War II brought the Third Reich to its knees, and the remnants of the Nazis lurking in the ruins were dormant and infiltrating the entire planet in a stealthy and quiet way.

African warlords with untold crimes, Mexican drug lords wanted by the CIA, and even human organ traffickers in Southeast Asia lurking deep in the wild and barren lands,

Maybe in the eyes of ordinary people, they are all terrible characters who stop children crying at night, but who knows that the organization that really controls and supports warlords, drug lords, and snakeheads behind the scenes is Hydra.

This organization runs hundreds of billions of dollars of interest groups by supporting agents, gold, oil, diamonds, drugs, arms, organs...

According to rough estimates, there are at least 4 million people around the world who survive on this gray chain of interests. If it is placed in the Middle Ages, it can directly list the territory and seal the territory, and this is just the sphere of influence of the hydra on the surface!

From NYSE (New York Stock Exchange) to NASDAQ (Nasdaq Stock Market), from ECB (European Central Bank) to Abu Dhabi Consortium,

The shadow of the hydra is everywhere, it has infiltrated most of the large international financial institutions, and has eaten away at human society with the supremacy of capital.

What kind of bombing threat of terrorist activities is not on the table at all, affecting the manipulation of elections in small countries, provoking international disputes and setting off wars, creating financial tsunamis, and economic crises are the plans that Hydra is interested in implementing.

It is firmly in the center of the web like a spider, entrenched in the dark side of this world.

Compared with the huge power of this magnitude, what are Batman and Captain America? It's just a bunch of funny second-in-the-box people who come out in tights, do you really think you can save the world after hitting the robbers?

However, for Hydra, the time has not yet come to leap to the surface and recast the glory of the former empire.

Just like in the last century, relying on financial games, the Jewish consortium, which was rich enough to rival the country, had to rely on the Mi Di, who held the hegemonic force, to fulfill the long-cherished wish of the Jews for thousands of years.

If Hydra wants to make an official appearance, it must accumulate enough armed forces in the dark.

And at this moment, the man standing in front of the penguin people is one of the leaders of the Hydra organization, Baron Wolfgang von Straker.

The Penguin doesn't know much about this Mr. Straker, who had met Straker after tying up with Hydra more than a decade ago, and that Stellk was still the same bald middle-aged man.

Mr. Baron of Hydra noticed the curiosity in the penguin's eyes, and just smiled casually, "Mr. Copote, if you are interested, after officially joining Hydra, I can give you the approval of a super potion, which can help you regain your youth..."

"If this potion is really so magical, I'm afraid that you hydras have already used it to bewitch and eat the upper echelons of the world, so do you still need to hibernate?"

Penguin said lukewarmly: "Either the effect of this agent is not as good as you say, or the side effects are too serious and the lethality rate is too high." ”

The baron raised his eyebrows: "After several rounds of testing, the special potion has stabilized a lot, and it won't be long before we can come up with a practical product." ”

The corners of the penguin's mouth grinned in a strange arc, and the miserable white teeth outlined a contemptuous smile: "Listen to Mr. Straker, I am very eager for a long life, but I also long for a free life without restraints, save these useless tricks, and sit down and talk about business." ”

“.... As you wish. Baron Straker pulled out a chair and sat down, resting his chin on the back of his hand, and said with deep eyes: "We have found out a little about the murderer who killed the Richard family.....