The Light of Beauty

Red House base.

As soon as he got off the plane, Reid was delighted and surprised: "I didn't expect you to have such a big place?"

Ryan: "Grab it."

"It's a good grab, too many things in this world are just snatched."

Zemo came up with the team.

Drykov had been executed, and Natasha, after seeing the Red Room, offered some advice, and then quickly left too.

At present, Zemo is in charge of the affairs of the entire base, and his assistant is mainly Melina.

Alexei was probably a jerk, he had been idling by Melina's side all the time, and when he saw Ryan, he smiled and his eyes were obviously flattering.

In the conference room, everyone gathered together, and Zemo started his report.

Ryan had already received an overview of the overall strength of the Red House before, but now Zemo's ppt is a good demonstration of what is called a large underground mysterious organization.

The rise of the Red Room can be traced back to before the outbreak of the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union.

Drykov, who was a senior Soviet general at the time, set it up alone, and the false family of Alexei, Melina, Natasha and Yelena was also inspired by him.

After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, Dreykov was well hidden, and the operation and actions of the Red Room became more unscrupulous. At the same time, they began to concentrate all their resources on the "ganglion-based cell blueprint" that Melina brought back from the Northern Research Institute in the United States. ", and gradually experimented and developed mind control drugs.

So far, this batch of drugs is not particularly mature.

Of course, Dreykov's Red House certainly doesn't care too much about the death rate, so there are not a few people who are controlled.

As of now, except for those politicians and businessmen with sensitive identities, and some people who are very likely to expose the existence of the Red House, the mind control of others has been lifted.

Developing drugs requires a lot of money.

The source of funds for the Red House is quite extensive, and all walks of life are involved. Of course, some gray or even black parts are inevitable.

Overall, very complex.

So that, in the end, Zemo made suggestions immediately after summarizing.

"The extensive layout of the Red House stems from Dreykov's ambition and desire for control, but I don't think Mr. has any similar ideas, so I think we can abolish most of the unnecessary businesses and concentrate our energy and resources on Develop those industries with greater advantages, higher profits, and broader prospects."

Ryan immediately asked, "What do you think?"

Zemo immediately cut to the next report.

"If we want to transform, I think medical care, arms and the Internet will be more profitable industries in the future. The former two Red Houses already have enough foundations, and the latter we can concentrate funds to quickly enter the market. If the direction is correct, the future income will be huge. It will be low, and... public opinion is also intuitively important to us.”

Ryan nodded, mainly agreeing with Zemo's last sentence.

By now, Lane's development path has been clear.

Black and white go hand in hand, as long as it is beneficial, it will not be let go.

Most of the people here are professional agents, and the rest are farmers and housewives from more than 100 years ago.

So they can't offer much advice.

Ryan thought for a while and said, "If you are in charge, what else do you need?"

Zemo smiled and shook his head: "As long as your authorization is enough."

"Then do as you say, I only have two requirements."

"please say."

"First, my goal is not to make money, but to expand my influence. Second, I want more hospitals."

"Understood, as you wish." Zemo bowed to accept the order.

Ryan said again: "Don't spend too much time on these things, we still have more things to do."

Zemo nodded.

Ryan turned to look at Red.

Red took the initiative: "I know what you mean, I can give it a try."

"This is only temporary, you should return to S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Ok?"

"One year at most, I'll arrange it for you."

Although Red was puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions, just nodded.

"John, you come with me."

"no problem."

"Jessica, Yelena, Sharon, you are with Antonia, she will help you train. Jessica, your strength is very strong, but skill is equally important, the key is the mind, don't let alcohol paralyze your perception. "

"I know."

Ryan leaned back, put one hand on the table, and looked sideways at the sky with white clouds surging outside the window.

"The next year or so will be relatively calm, and the tasks assigned by the higher authorities will be simpler. After receiving the tasks, I will rotate them so that everyone has the opportunity to practice. This year is the best time for you to improve yourself, and it is also the best time for you to improve yourself. The best preparation and recuperation time."

Looking back at everyone's puzzled faces, Ryan's tone became more serious.

"One year later, everyone will be busy, and there will be no such a long window of time in the future. We gather together not for some evil goal, and I dare not say how sacred the ideal is. But At least, I hope that everyone here will be alive and well in the future."

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At the end of the meeting, Red and Zemo began to change the economic resource structure of the Red Room.

Melina finds Ryan.

"Are you really willing to give up the results that are visible in front of you?"

Lane looked her in the eyes: "I thought I'd given up on the obvious."

Upon receiving his gaze, Melina immediately explained: "It's not that I don't want to give up, but I think it can have more functions besides thought control, such as treating some neurological diseases."

"Then wait until you have the exact direction. What do you mean by coming to me now?"

"I need money." After a second pause, she said again: "Zemo is not willing to give it to me, at least not now."

Ryan frowned: "Zemo didn't give it to you, of course there are his reasons. Since I have given him full power, I won't suddenly intervene."

"I just heard that you want a lot of hospitals. I guarantee that the final result will make you the most money in the world. Even if your first goal is not to make money, it can also bring you unparalleled reputation and prestige."

"If I were you, I would spend the time I have so hard to get now on my family. Even if it used to be fake, at least people are real."

Hearing this, Melina knew that she could not persuade Ryan, so she could only leave with regret.

He took off his clothes and sat by the window to receive the sunlight.

A little golden light rose from Ryan's palm, which represented the universe where the bat was.

In order to activate it to complete space travel, it needs to inject an extremely large amount of energy. The energy index that Ryan can currently provide is enough, only its own light energy.

At least it is much more reliable than his half-baked thunder power or the electric energy of human society.

If I had known it earlier, I would have thought of a way to hug Sol and gnaw a hard meal.

But now, the light energy he accumulated can't even go to Marvel's parallel universe.

If you don't want to wait too long, you can only find alternative energy sources.

Tony's reactor can be tried, but the miniature one can't be used, and a larger one can be manufactured using mature technology.

In addition, there are stronger and more suitable sources of energy on Earth.

At night, Ryan bathed in the moonlight.

In a room not far away, Sharon was sweating on her forehead, her brows were tightly furrowed, her hands were tightly holding onto the sheets, and she groaned unconsciously in her nasal cavity, as if she was having a nightmare.

The next day, Ryan took John to S.H.I.E.L.D. to register, making him officially a member of the Ninth Special Service Group.

Turning around, Hill sent a summons.

She sat behind her desk: "The new building has been built, where is your team?"

"They are receiving the training assigned by me, and they can return to the team at any time if there is a task."

Hill nodded and got straight to the point: "There is indeed a task for you now, I think you alone are enough." After that, she turned to the computer.

On the screen was a familiar face from a long time ago.

Horner.

"You fought him?"

"Yes."

"After an internal investigation, we found that he is likely to be a Hydra spy, so you need to investigate him secretly, and even, I suspect that he is still online."