Otherwise, there would never be a legendary mage like Harry Potter who would appear around the Cosmic Rubik's Cube. But if the First Councillor is behind the Ministry of Magic, then what is the power around the President? In the last election, it was the incumbent president, not Rhodes, who won. In this world, only parliament can elect a president, and the president here is not as simple as in his own world. This dragon is the head of the head but not the tail, and he usually lives in seclusion in the White House, and has never appeared in the eyes of the people, even in Zhu Kunming's memory, there is no description of him. Some are just mysterious, mysterious as if they didn't exist at all.

Wolverine was wandering around, curiously looking at everything around him, and from time to time he appeared very shrewd, listening to the jargon from the mouths of the scientists around him.

Unlike Wolverine, Victor sits in a corner and sipes free beer. From time to time, he swept his gaze over Zhu Kunming, who was surrounded by everyone, and seemed to be preoccupied.

Hawkeye wanders among many scientists, and of these scientists, he is the most interested in Stark. The two kept talking about something, but Zhu Kunming didn't care about the words of the two, because from the moment the super soldier was formed, Stark was no longer a person of the same level as himself. The current Stark is just a dispensable existence for Zhu Kunming, because there are many people who can take Stark's place. But having said that, Zhu Kunming is not worried that Hawkeye can influence Stark's will, because Zhu Kunming's alliance with Stark comes from interests, common interests.

Stark needs more orders from the military, and what Zhu Kunming needs is that Stark can secretly provide the experimental equipment he needs without passing through the public's sight. Of course, the current cooperation has added the Cosmic Rubik's Cube.

Everyone present has their own ambitions and ambitions, and all Zhu Kunming needs to do is to integrate and satisfy the ambitions of these people, so that they can be used for their own purposes.

Because of interests, we will always be friends. The clock is ticking, and the night is falling.

Chapter 212: Peace will be built on bones

In the second half of the night, Victor, dressed in a black leather coat, gently locked his door and turned towards the airy dream space on the roof.

The laboratory, which is 500 meters underground, usually relies on the dense ventilation dream space to maintain the oxygen underground. And now what Victor has to do is to go to the third underground level through here, with his own intuition, to see what secrets are there.

In fact, it is also Victor's good life, you must know that this kind of laboratory buried deep in the ground generally has its own big dream space for ventilation. And the laboratory under the fortress base, although it also has the same equipment, is still installed with exhaust pipes, otherwise Victor will definitely not be able to enter from here.

The laboratory in the fortress base is located under the command headquarters, so there is no alarm device to trigger in the ventilated dream space here, because no one thinks that anyone will do this.

Victor walked slowly in the ventilation duct, and relied on his instincts and skills to go straight up and down the ventilation duct, heading towards the position of 500 meters underground.

"There's really a mystery!" After a long walk, Victor relied on his natural instinct for extra-long lengths and jumped from the roof of an office.

Victor surveyed everything in the room, and was caught by a picture frame placed on the table.

"Dr. Jon!" Victor looked at the name written on the photo and learned who the owner of the office was.

Victor threw the frame on the table disapprerovingly, then picked up a white coat in a hanger, draped it over himself, and pushed the door open.

The surroundings were quiet, because Victor, who did not feel any other breath, walked in the long corridor unscrupulously, as if he was the master of the place.

Medical room.... Library.... Fitness room.... Recreation room.... Victor looked at the room with different names written on it and walked forward without hesitation, without the slightest hesitation.

"It smells of blood!" Victor, who had been walking forward for a long time, suddenly stopped and sniffed lightly.

Victor, known as the saber-toothed tiger, just has an intuition far beyond ordinary people, and does not have Wolverine's sense of smell. So after smelling the faint smell of blood, Victor looked left and right, but he couldn't find the source of the smell of blood.

Victor walked lightly, staring at the room number plate beside him.

"Herbarium!" Looking at the name of the house, Victor leaned his head over and sniffed lightly with his nose.

"This is it." Smelling the faint smell of blood coming from the room, Victor put his hand on the handle of the door and twisted it tentatively.

"Click!" With Victor's movements, the door was directly opened, and there was no imaginary lock at all.

Victor quietly walked through the door, and with his movements, the room in the darkness immediately lit up. Victor was startled by the sudden light and instinctively leaned against the wall.

"Oh my God!"?!" Victor looked up and saw that the room was full of transparent glass jars, and in these glass jars, there were humanoid monsters of different shapes.

Bloodsucker.... Werewolf.... Humans with wings .... An orangutan with four arms.... There are so many strange creatures that make Victor feel like he has come to the world of mythology.

Surprised, Victor walked inside, through the culture tanks, to a white cloth operating table. And looking at the human object covered by a white cloth, Victor stretched out his hand without hesitation.

With Victor's movements, the white cloth was lifted. As he looked in, under the white cloth was a dissected human, whose limbs were fixed to an iron frame, and the nails of his hands pierced his skin. A large hole had been cut out of the chest, leaving only an empty shell and no organs.

The man's eyes were wide open, and he was staring straight ahead, as if he were looking at something.

Victor, who was a master of the arts, walked directly behind the corpse and looked forward from the person's point of view. Following Victor's gaze, he saw a glass jar soaked in a heart that was still beating.

Looking at the heart that was still beating, even with Victor's brutality, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva secretly. Because it can be seen from the person who was dissected that when the organs of this person were removed again, there was no anesthetic at all, but he was completely conscious.

(End of chapter)