There was a heavy gloom in the room, and the wall lamps on the walls were like a lonely star, looming in the darkness. The light it emitted was constantly swallowed up by the darkness around it, and it was very dim.

There were faint sounds of footsteps echoing, seemingly coming from the hallway outside the door, softly passing through the door.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and a tense silence filled the air.

The atmosphere in the room became heavy, as if suppressed by an invisible pressure, and after a dozen seconds, the footsteps sounded again, and the sound gradually deepened, and at the same time became clearer and closer.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open with a tooth-aching thud, and light poured in to illuminate a corner of the room, revealing a vague figure in the doorway.

He stood in the doorway, silent for a moment.

After this short pause, he slowly paced to the window, where the trophies were placed, as if an open history book, recording the glories and triumphs of his past.

As he got closer, he gazed softly at the objects, and every time he came here, he could recall the thrilling memories of New York.

A red cloak hangs there, the bright colors as if they still retain their former glory. The shattered silver metal surfboard was half-protruding, the broken edges still exuding a cold force, and the metal helmet with small wings inlaid on the sides.

These trophies are not only his treasures, but also the evidence of his victory over the superheroes forty-three years ago.

He skimmed over a yellow stone hand and a red mask with cobwebs, and his gaze fell on the object that hung on everything, a separate item.

It was a metal shield with a white five-pointed star prominently inlaid in the center of the round shield.

The corners of the red skull's mouth turned up slightly, forming a sarcastic smile, and from his angle, he could see his face from the reflection on the surface of the shield.

Dressed in a crumpled Captain America uniform, the surface of the head mask was undulating with the outline of his skull, and beyond that, he wore a black leather coat that looked nondescript.

"After fighting for so many years, you are not my opponent at all."

He reached out a leather-gloved hand and touched the white letter A on the mask on his forehead, his fingertips gently slicing over the outline of the letters, feeling the somewhat hard coating.

"I'm old now, but if you show up in front of me, I'm still better than you"

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly pushed open with a slap and a muffled sound that made the red skeleton tremble.

He quickly turned around and looked intently, only to see that the visitor was wearing a gray military uniform, and the emblem of the Third Reich was clearly sewn on the uniform.

Seeing that the person who came in was his own subordinate, the red skull breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes flashed with anger, and his voice was full of dissatisfaction and scolded:

"Heinz, do you want to die? Didn't I say that no one was allowed to disturb me when I was distracted, unless there was something important?! ”

The officer's face changed slightly when he heard his president scold him so violently, but soon this emotion was controlled by him.

He stepped forward quickly, pulled out a stack of papers from his pocket, and stacked them neatly on his desk:

"Your Excellency Skeleton, I do have something important to report." Hinds' voice was low, and he cast an inquiring glance at the red skull.

The Red Skull walked over to the table, its eyes staring deeply at Hinds, the expression beneath the mask elusive. He flipped through the paper and began to read it, frowning slightly. In those handwritings, there seemed to be some alarming information hidden in him, which made him immediately become serious.

The two of them stood at their desks, behind them was a blue hanging cloth, which looked a little shabby, and the traces of time had left a deep mark on it, and it was vividly embroidered with a large number 4.

"Well, Magneto is dead, isn't that some time? And Kim and on top? I remember it was a gangster, didn't he die a long time ago? The red skull flipped through the page, muttering to himself.

"Report to the president, this Kim is not an imposter now, and it has nothing to do with the one back then." Hinds said with some flattery.

Ignoring this, the red skull continued to flip through the papers, his brow furrowed slightly, his fingers darling through each page, but a look of dissatisfaction gradually appeared on his face. As the pages turned, his anger seemed to be accumulating, and his eyes flashed with anger that was difficult to hide.

When he found out that these documents were trivial, he couldn't suppress his anger anymore, grabbed the stack of papers, and smashed it at Hinds: "Is this what you said?" ”

The edge of the page slashed across Hinds' face, leaving a shallow scratch that quickly led to the blood.

Under the angry gaze of the Red Skull, Hinds' attitude became even more flattering.

He didn't shy away from the messy pages, but tilted his head slightly to avoid the pages from scratching his eyes, and he even showed a more flattering attitude, saying to the red skull: "Your Excellency, I haven't had time to say it, it's the Hulklands where war broke out!" ”

"Hulklands?" The Red Skull's anger disappeared instantly, and then he waved his hand and said, "Those green-skinned monsters are dead, just like Magneto, they can be regarded as removing a scourge from the new America I established, did you just say war?" ”

"Yes, war!" Heinz's voice was urgent, he didn't stop, he crouched down and picked up the papers on the ground, and then said, "Our spies said that a group of gold-armored warriors came from nowhere to kill those Hulks, and beat them to the ground. ”

At the same time, his fingers kept rubbing the paper, as if he needed an outlet to release his inner uneasiness, and Heinz fixed his eyes on the red skull, as if waiting for the president's reaction.

From the information reported by the spies, he could always smell a disturbing aura, a keen sense he had cultivated over the years by the company of the Red Skull.

"What kind of ruthless character am I, it turns out that you are just a ghost who likes to wear other people's skins." Suddenly, a sneer came from the two people who were still thinking about the piece of information just now.

Hinds and the Red Skull turned their heads in unison, and saw a tall, burly man with white gloves and a white skull prominently decorated on his chest standing beside them.

Seeing that the two of them didn't react, the man couldn't help but snort softly, and he pouted at the window. "What? Keep my uniform, and even I don't recognize it? ”

Looking in his direction, I saw a set of tights in the window that were almost identical to the man's body, but torn and old.

(End of chapter)