Li Ang first made a few phone calls in the car, bought a complete set of small smelting and forging equipment in the name of a private collection, and then bought a large number of large medical dissection instruments in the name of opening a high-end private clinic through a broker, and asked the other party to deliver it as soon as possible.

Immediately, he drove his newly purchased pickup truck to a warehouse-style supermarket, where he bought a large pile of hollow steel pipes, two pieces of white canvas, and three large suitcases, which he put in the basket.

He took advantage of the darkness to drive to the private warehouse on the coast, and took out Baron Straker, who had been soaked and swollen and ulcerated, and the bruised bandaged mutants from the fish tank, and wrapped them in white canvas several times, like mummies.

Leon then filled the large suitcase with the gold nuggets and stuffed them into the back seat of the car, along with the two mummies.

After all, a private warehouse with people coming and going is not very stable - the leader of the 19-headed snake organization, a mutant who can use mental power to detect and search targets, seems to be safe only in a bank vault with top-security conditions, and a small team of soldiers guarding it.

He drove to Williams Manor, rolled down the window handle, put his hand on the window, and whistled in an unknown way.

Suddenly, Leon said to himself abruptly, "Do you want to buy any gifts for Christmas?" I mean a gift for family. ”

No one answered, only the sound of the air conditioner blowing inside the truck.

Li Ang didn't look back, and still drove on the suburban road carelessly,

"Don't pretend, Mr. Straker, I'm afraid your rotten vocal cords are healed now, aren't they? I have a written record every time I change the water and feed you, and at least a little conversion of the efficiency of alkaline water corrosion and self-healing of the body can be used to infer your current physical condition. ”

No one squeaked, and the humanoid canvas package in the back seat suddenly moved, and Straker struggled to reveal his half-rotten face, and the white cartilage on his nose could even be clearly seen, "You dare to reveal your true face, it seems that there is no possibility of letting me go." ”

Leon smiled in the rearview mirror and said gently: "Don't say this kind of stupid thing anymore, I learned something about the Hydra organization from Mr. Penguin, as long as the people on your black list can't escape revenge."

What's more, I've killed an elite tactical squad, captured a big boss, and captured a steel prosthetic that is the pinnacle of scientific research. ”

Baron Straker choked when he heard this, and said bitterly: "Cut off one head, and the hydra will grow two, this is a war to the death." ”

"You call this war?" Leon patted his fingers on the leather cladding on the wooden steering wheel and said with a smile, "If the other Hydra leaders are so easy to deal with, then I can really breathe a sigh of relief." ”

Straker's eyes flickered, his bald head flickered with the bright lights in the carriage, and at the same time, he was also a little gloomy at the sneer on the corner of his mouth, "You can never imagine our background, maybe as a body enhancement type mutant, you can deal with some conventional combat power, but in front of those weapons that are not out of specification, you will also feel hopeless....."

"Uh, wait." Li Ang raised his eyebrows and stared at the bald man in the rearview mirror, "You say I'm a mutant?" ”

Or else?

Baron Straker was also a little blinded in his heart, he had always thought that Leon was a mutant with a strengthened body, if not super strength, at least super agility and perception.

The Hydra organization has always been rooted in the back of human society, and has an extremely detailed database of so-called superheroes and supercriminals.

Generally speaking, Hydra internally divides those strong people with extraordinary abilities into the following grades:

D-class transcendents, not yet out of the mortal shell, limited destructive ability, limited defense against guns, under the threat of light weapons fire will usher in the fate of death at any time, only need to send a fully armed, firepower equipped special forces, in advance to lay out a plan, can suppress and even capture the D-class transcendent.

The C-Tier already has the extraordinary ability to dodge the fire threat of lightweight infantry weapons to a certain extent, and it takes several special operations teams to work together and equip them with targeted weapons to capture them.

As for the B-class transcendents, they can easily fly through the walls and open the stone between their hands and feet, and can penetrate the armor of the fourth-generation tank head-on, and can easily evade or even ignore the threat of small-caliber rifle bullets except for hard-shell shells.

The last A-class transcendent is no longer an existence that can be counterbalanced by conventional force, and a little effort can destroy high-rise buildings, giant statues, bridges and other landmarks, and even large-caliber cannon shell chains can be ignored, except for ballistic missiles, the state apparatus has not many means of checks and balances.

This hierarchy of transcendents only circulates within the Hydra organization, and other national organizations will also have certain measurement systems, but it is estimated that they are not far behind.

In Baron Straker's mind, the Chinese teenager driving a Ford F150 pickup truck in front of him has no unusual external features, and he doesn't look like a superhero who relies on technology to improve his strength, so he should be a mutant with a strengthened body.

"You know, there are so many ways to kill a mutant who is just physically augmented."

Baron Straker lay in the back seat of the pickup and spoke with his festering and puffy lips, "For us Hydra, mutants are like pigs that can be artificially bred in cages, and it is easy to pull up a special operations team composed of all mutant warriors..."

Who would have thought that instead of fear, Leon smiled happily and said in a sincere tone: "More mutants? That's great! ”

Yes?

Baron Straker didn't react for a while, but listened to Leon say to himself: "Great, more enemies, more research targets~ The guinea pig sent to the door." ”