Marvel: Start with the Eight Wonders

Sokovia.

night.

The full moon hung in the center of the night, like a turbid and pale eyeball, overlooking this group of parasites that occupied most of the earth.

Taxis are driving on the wide road.

The driver was sitting in the driving seat, holding the steering wheel, but driving carelessly, glancing toward the rearview mirror from time to time.

There was a sexy woman sitting in the back seat of the car.

The woman wore a brown coat outside, and a cool green long skirt underneath. The slit reached the waist, and her white thighs were exposed from it, which were shapely and smooth.

The evening breeze blew in from the open car window, and the woman's black hair swayed gently in the wind.

Although half of her face was covered, her delicate and sculpted face could still be seen.

She held a cigarette between her slender fingers, her cherry red lips opened and closed, and the smoke rings drifted in the wind.

As if feeling the driver's lewd gaze, the woman moved her gaze back from the window and looked at the rearview mirror, but she didn't say anything. She just lifted her skirt up a little intentionally or unintentionally, revealing more of her beauty.

The driver's eyes widened, he unconsciously exerted a little force on his feet, and the speed of the car gradually increased.

"Brother..." The woman's voice was charming, "Be careful."

"Hey!" The thirsty driver swallowed his saliva and nodded frequently.

The woman raised a smile on her lips and continued to watch the night view outside the window.

When the cigarette burned out, the woman flicked her fingers and threw the cigarette butt out, "Are you almost there, brother?"

"We'll be there soon after crossing this street." The driver couldn't help but glance down at the woman.

The woman groped around her body for a while, and suddenly she looked embarrassed. She frowned slightly and said to the driver: "Brother, I forgot to bring money, otherwise..."

"Okay!" The driver nodded in agreement without waiting for the woman to finish speaking, "Okay."

The woman leaned forward, and the white gap slowly appeared with her movements. She pressed her body against the car seat, and a certain soft flesh was squeezed and slightly deformed.

"Brother, you are so kind." The woman's green-white fingers stretched out and placed them on the driver's chest. She moved her fingertips gently, first moving towards the driver's neck, then all the way down, and did not stop after reaching the driver's abdomen. , continue to fall toward the lower abdomen.

The driver's whole body tensed up, and he parked the car on the side of the road to avoid crashing the car and killing people.

"Are you here?" the woman asked.

"That's right ahead..." The driver looked down and pushed his body upwards as hard as he could, hoping that the woman's fingers would reach their destination in advance.

But the woman suddenly pulled her hand back, and then she straightened her clothes and opened the car door and got out of the car as if she was a different person.

The driver looked at the woman's leaving figure and frowned, as if something was wrong.

Suddenly, the driver started convulsing and foaming at the mouth!

He looked up at the mirror and saw that his neck had turned black and purple, and the veins were exposed.

The driver wanted to call for help, but found himself speechless.

He looked desperately at the beautiful figure in the distance, and finally stopped breathing.

At this time, the woman had already twisted her waist and walked into a small alley. After turning left and right, she entered a basement.

The lights were on in the basement, and three strange-looking people were sitting around a long table.

After seeing the woman's enchanting figure, none of the three male creatures showed any signs of lust.

Because they all know that this woman's beautiful appearance hides the most poisonous heart in the world.

"You're late, Viper." A short, fat and ugly man with a watermelon head just glanced at her and withdrew his gaze.

"Why are you so anxious? Isn't there someone who hasn't arrived yet?" The woman called Viper twisted her soft and slender waist and sat on the chair.

"No one will open. There are only four of us left." A middle-aged man wearing glasses said slowly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present fell into a brief silence.

"It's all Stephen Rogers' fault!" The pudgy man pounded the table, "That traitor! If I meet him again, I will tear him to pieces!"

"Okay, stop pretending, if you really have the courage, you wouldn't hide here like a mouse." Viper glanced at the pudgy man with disdain, and then asked the three of them: "Where is John Schmidt? Didn’t he inform us to come?”

"I don't know, I haven't seen anyone yet." A creature with tentacles on its head that didn't look like a human said.

"Didn't see anyone?" Viper was stunned for a moment, "How long have you been here?"

"About ten minutes." The creature with tentacles on its head answered truthfully.

Anger suddenly appeared on Viper's charming face, "Are you three idiots? Aren't you afraid of fraud?"

Before the three of them could respond, sonorous and powerful footsteps suddenly sounded on the stairs.

As they looked over, a strong man walked down.

"Don't worry, you four. It's safe here. The boss and I have been waiting for you." The man walked down the stairs, stood in front of the four of them, and bowed slightly.

"Lumlow?" Viper glanced at the man, "What on earth is Schmidt doing?"

Rumlow's full name is Brock Rumlow, and he also has another name, Crossbones.

Over the years, he has been Red Skull's right-hand man and loyal to him.

Langmulo is mainly responsible for the fortress guarding the spiritual scepter.

It is worth mentioning that although Viper and the other core members of Hydra knew that Red Skull had the ability to resurrect the dead, they did not know the existence of that barrier.

Red Skull no longer trusts his so-called subordinates.

If he weren't afraid of trouble and risks, Red Skull would even want to control the entire core members of Hydra with a psychic scepter.

"The boss is dead." Rumlow said.

Everyone was stunned.

They suddenly noticed that Langmulo was wearing a black suit today and a white flower on his chest, as if he had just returned from a funeral.

"Stop talking, can't he be resurrected?" The four Vipers all saw the news on the Internet that the Red Skull was killed by Steve Rogers, but according to the information they had, the Red Skull shouldn't really be dead.

Isn’t He eternal?Isn't it possible to be resurrected?

What about bragging*?

"Theoretically, it can be resurrected, but something unexpected happened this time." Langmulo explained.

"So, you summoned us here?" the middle-aged man wearing glasses asked, holding his glasses.

"No, I don't have the qualifications."

Langmulo laughed self-deprecatingly, then turned sideways and said, "Now let me introduce to you my...oh no, he is our new boss."

As Rumlow's voice ended, the four core members of Hydra cast their gazes one after another.

Then, they saw a man wearing a white hooded robe and a gold-patterned mask walking down.

"Viper."

"Sea monster."

"honeycomb"

"And... Doctor Faustus."

The person walking down casually revealed the identities of the four people.

"Everyone, good evening."

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