Superman

It turned out that there was a foreshadowing!

Thinking of the 20-foot-long database in the basement nearly a century later, that is the "body" of Dr. Zola.

"To be honest, as a scientist, you shouldn't believe in such false promises. Immortality is just a foolish fantasy."

Mr. Major General let out a snorting and contemptuous laugh, not believing this.

With any religion, there is a layer of false hope that looks good.

For example, the soul enters the kingdom of heaven and enjoys the shining of the holy light.

Or a river full of milk and honey, 72 beautiful virgins.

Hydra is no exception.

"Eternal life, has anyone done it since ancient times?"

Luke asked back with a smile.

If you have to talk about the possible immortals on the earth, it is probably yourself.

Luke clearly remembers that in the standalone story of Superman, the other party lived to the end of the universe, and then restarted a new cycle again.

There are many similar examples.

For example, in DC Millions, Superman stayed in the sun for 300 years and became a golden Superman.

In Tomorrow's Matter, Superman visits Earth 50 billion years later to witness the end of the world.

Time and life, for a Kryptonian who continues to grow and break through, may be a series of numbers, and it is no big deal.

If it can be visualized, Luke believes that the top of his head is beating 1 every minute and every second.

"At that time, I was rather blind. I was fanatical about the great plan of the Third Reich to conquer Europe, and I firmly believed in Hydra."

Dr. Zola took a sip of red wine to hide his embarrassment.

Any mortal has a beautiful fantasy of immortality. Compared with power and money, an endless and long life is more worthy of people's madness.

"Believe me, that legendary god of aliens will definitely not be able to give you the reward you want."

Luke shrugged, puncturing Dr. Zola's dream.

The Inhumans are nothing more than the experimental products of the Cree, and they are far from the real "gods".

As for eternal life, this is a lie!

This is something that even their creators can't achieve!

As one of the three empires, the Cree imitated the former Celestial Group and used the gene fragments of primitive humans to carry out bioengineering in an attempt to create a group of powerful warriors.

This is the origin of the Inhuman Race!

The so-called God of Inhumans was the first successful test subject.

"There are so many smart people in Hydra, why do they believe such clumsy lies?"

Luke couldn't help being curious.

Logically, the gang of conspirators should be skeptical of everything.

"We have a plan."

Dr. Zola hesitated, and if he continued, he would leak information about the organization.

"The Far Star Project, right?"

Luke said casually.

Like dropping a bombshell.

Dr. Zola, who was conflicted in his heart, swallowed his saliva, trying his best to hide the shock on his face.

Even know this?

Could it be that Hydra has been infiltrated by S.H.I.E.L.D.?

There is an inner ghost among those high-level officials!

who can that be?

Baron Teslak?

Lady Viper?

Responsible for welcoming back the god of aliens, Whitehall?

A series of names flashed through my mind, but I couldn't be sure.

No matter who it is, it is a huge blow to Hydra!

They have always been known as undercover spies and infiltrating the enemy's intelligence capabilities, but now they have been quietly inserted into a nail by others.

Thinking of this, Dr. Zola broke out in a cold sweat.

Luke lowered his head and glanced at the other party's crazy imagination, which made people want to laugh.

"Did I said wrong thing?"

he continued to ask.

"No, no."

Dr. Zola shook his head with difficulty, and continued: "The alien god, he was exiled to a distant planet."

"Although we can't determine the exact location to welcome it back to Earth, we can pass through a portal and periodically put things in. Sometimes it's a living person, sometimes it's some animals."

"What is certain is that God, he is still alive."

"Thousands of years have passed since the Mayan period, and he is still alive! Therefore, many people firmly believe that the god of aliens can live forever, and can give this ability to his most loyal believers."

Luke pouted after hearing this, saying that I can live until the sun dies, or the universe explodes.

It is suggested that all members of Hydra convert to believe and set up a cult of worshiping Superman.

"Okay, let's go back to the original topic."

Mr. Major General tapped his fingers on the table, and the rhythmic knocking sound created invisible psychological pressure on Dr. Zola.

"Trust me, Doctor. I can be a perfect Hydra and lead you to a better future."

"The Red Skull cannot achieve, and I can help you achieve those great things that cannot be achieved. A huge Hydra empire, a closely united community of shared future for mankind, and a power center that rules the world."

Luke is like a devil who tricks mortals into trading his soul.

And Dr. Zola's face was flushed, and he was quite excited.

He has been completely raped by the "logicist", and his thinking logic has become the shape of Luke.

"So, what's the price?"

Dr. Zola suppressed the urge to move in his heart.

"There is a saying in the East that if you want to eliminate external disputes, you must eliminate internal hidden dangers."

Luke narrowed his eyes and smiled gently: "Before ruling the world, the power of Hydra should be concentrated in one place."

"I'm going to have a friendly exchange with the leaders of Hydra, like Baron Strucker and Madam Viper, and discuss cooperation matters."

"Hydra doesn't have to have so many heads, are you right?"

Dr. Zola's enthusiasm was instantly quenched by a basin of cold water.

He looked up at Luke and tremblingly said, "Mr. Major General, are you going to be the sole leader of Hydra?"

"Is there any problem? This is like doing business. I brought S.H.I.E.L.D. to invest in Hydra, and was elected as the largest shareholder and the speaker of the board of directors. It's very reasonable."

Luke looked puzzled, and asked back: "Do you have a more suitable candidate than me? S.H.I.E.L.D. is an intelligence agency above the Pentagon. Is this gift not worth enough?"

Dr. Zola was speechless, and his thinking logic was messed up again.

Hydra has more than just one leader, the Red Skull.

Like Baron Teslak hiding in the shadows.

Lady Viper who is active in Neon Island.

Lost in Whitehall in Southeast Asia.

and many more.

There are nine people in total.

Even the Red Skull, who was backed by the Third Reich, failed to become the only leader of Hydra, he was at best the spokesperson on the table.

As a newcomer who just joined, Luke's request is really too much, completely beyond the acceptable scope of negotiation.

If the other party can really use S.H.I.E.L.D. as a hotbed for Hydra to hatch, it will be no problem to become one of the heads.

As for the only leader, obviously impossible!

"If it's like what Mr. Major General said, can Hydra still maintain its original state?"

Dr. Zola smiled wryly.

"I'm afraid it will be swallowed by S.H.I.E.L.D."

Luke thought about it for a few seconds, and continued to use violent thinking and logic: "It is impossible for any organization to remain unchanged. Only by boldly embracing changes can we regain new life."

"As for the question of who is the master between Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D., I don't think it is necessary to make such a clear distinction."

"We're all a family, so let's just call it the Snake and Shield Bureau! I don't mind being the first director."

Chapter 1? Hurry up and invite Major General Carville

Luke's personal proposal on launching S.H.I.E.L.D., the Hydra family, and building a community with a shared future for mankind has been put on hold for the time being.

For such an important decision, Dr. Zola has nothing to say, and the leaders who hide in the dark must nod and agree.

He originally belonged to the faction of the Red Skull, but the remnants of the forces have long been divided up by S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, and basically nothing is left.

So, Dr. Zola said before.

I quit the organization by myself, turned from the dark to the bright, and now I just want to be a good person.

To some extent, it is also true.

After all, the boss ran away to outer space, the Third Reich was almost dead, and there were not many obedient younger brothers under his command.

Life is so miserable, what kind of hydra is there.

Follow S.H.I.E.L.D. honestly, holding on to Superman's thigh is the right way.

"General Carville, I have no opinion on the formation of Snake Shield."

Dr. Zola, who understood Luke's thoughts, seemed to have turned a corner, and nodded decisively: "I also believe that you are definitely a better leader than Red Skull."

"If SHIELD needs it, I can immediately provide the location of Baron Sterak, who is also one of the leaders of Hydra."

"Other leaders, like Mrs. Viper, are far away in Neon Island, and Whitehall's whereabouts have always been secretive. It is difficult to find them for a while, and I may not be able to help them."

"Moreover, Baron Sterak contacted me not long ago. This person has secret contacts with Atlantis and the Hellfire Club."

"It is very likely that he is also one of the behind-the-scenes forces behind this war!"

Dr. Zola deserves to be an old Hydra who has both sides, and sold out his teammates without hesitation.

It's not a faction anyway, and they don't have much friendship with each other.

"I will go to Moscow when I find time in the future. If I meet Baron Sterak, I will have an in-depth conversation with him to discuss the merger plan of the Snake and Shield Bureau."

Luke smiled kindly.

He didn't think the other party would refuse his request.

"The Baron is a smart man. I believe he is willing to make his due contribution to jointly building a better future for mankind."

Dr. Zola quickly echoed.

It is not without reason that this short and fat scientist can stay with Red Skull for so long and sit in a high-level position.

At least this ability to observe words and expressions is not much worse than that of Luke's first licking dog, Alessandro Corsa.

"Dr. Zola, today's conversation"

After finishing the business, Luke stood up and picked up the glass of red wine on the table again.