The End of the World: Chaos

Whitehall said nothing, his expression grim.

It is really hard to find a way to escape at this moment!

There was originally a helicopter on the top of the tall building, but when I checked it just now, I found that for unknown reasons, the machine was wantonly dismantled. It was not exploded by electromagnetic force, but was dismembered and scattered, and it can no longer be controlled.

Ruth's followers are everywhere in the mansion, and it is extremely difficult to leave.

"We still have some troops left, and maybe we can break out with our own manpower!" The subordinates advised Whitehall.

Whitehall thought about it for a moment and decided that this was indeed the best strategy at the moment.

"Row!"

Whitehall was decisive. After he finished speaking, he put on his gown and prepared to leave.

However, before he could go out, a strong force suddenly hit him from outside the door, breaking the bolt and opening the door.

Ruth suddenly appeared before everyone.

"You should stay. There's no need to leave!"

When Whitehall's men tried to draw their swords, they were immediately entangled by electric arcs. They fell to the ground and twitched, and soon fainted.

Whitehall was the only one left standing in the room, facing Ruth.

"Who are you?" Whitehall was frightened at first, but soon recovered, walked to the couch, sat down, and asked Ruth.

Ruth also walked to the opposite side of Whitehall and sat on the couch, facing each other.

"Eight-faced Buddha!" ​​Ruth said calmly with a smile.

"That's wrong!" Whitehall denied it after being stunned for a moment.

"Hail, Hydra!"

Ruth glanced at Whitehall and exclaimed.

Everyone behind Ruth stood up immediately and responded in unison: "Hail, Hydra!"

"Hail, Hydra!"

The same cheers were heard outside the door.

Whitehall's face was grim. Although he didn't understand the rest, he knew that this was everyone's instinctive reaction. Since it was instinctive, the truth might be certain.

He knew very well that the people of the Eight-Faced Buddha were blindly loyal and the slogans had become their instinct. Their reactions were sincere and there was no affectation at all.

"Which department do you belong to?"

"The SHIELD lineage feels familiar, doesn't it?"

Whitehall understood instantly.

"Just because I sent someone there, you want to get rid of me?"

Is it too emotional?

Whitehall never spoke out.

"Isn't this situation enough?" Ruth asked.

Whitehall remained silent, staring at Ruth in front of him, trying to understand her thoughts.

"Aren't you afraid of the revenge of my men, and the fear of the Baron and Madame Eight-Faced Buddha?"

"I left your men behind just in case. After you die, they will help me settle everything. Then I can use them to do something, and the Baron and Madam Eight-Faced Buddha will be helpless. If we perform a double act, they may even applaud!"

"My subordinates will not be controlled by you!" Whitehall firmly believed this.

"They will!" Ruth was equally firm.

Whitehall stared at Ruth again, trying to read something from her expression.

However, he was disappointed again. There was nothing but determination on Ruth's face, and it was obvious that there was something he didn't know.

Whitehall has lost his peace!

But in a flash, he regained his composure.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy! I have realized this long ago. Can you give me some time? I don't want my research to end here. You should also covet my results, right?" Whitehall's eyes flashed behind his glasses as he spoke.

He did not give up and still desired to survive, even if he was imprisoned.

For him, survival is opportunity.

Having spent decades in SHIELD prison and regained his freedom, he still holds this ambition.

Even if he is trapped for decades more, he can afford to wait.

Survival is the best.

"You should know my information. My age is more than what you see. Don't you want to know the true meaning of restoring youth?" Whitehall added.

However, this move touched his reverse scale.

Ruth shook her palm and a wave of force was emitted, knocking Whitehall and the couch flying, and they crashed into the wall.

What Whitehall mentioned is indeed a taboo.

How did it come to this!

It doesn't matter if you mention other things, maybe it can ease the current tense atmosphere. If you lose consciousness, if there is a one in ten thousand chance of survival, can you still survive?

Even if you cannot survive, at least you can suffer less physical pain before dying, and then endure the excruciating torture when you wait for death.

Why do you want to seek death?

Whitehall was completely unaware and fell to the ground in pain, his face blank.

He didn't understand what mistake he had made.

His face was full of confusion.

"Drag him up!" Ruth ordered grimly.

The two Eight-Faced Buddha soldiers immediately obeyed the order, walked up to Whitehall, each grabbed one of his arms, and pulled him up roughly.

"Let him sit down!" Ruth ordered again.

The two eight-faced Buddha soldiers said nothing, but lifted up the couch with one hand and one foot, pushed Whitehall onto the couch, and then moved away from him.

These two people are quite smart.

As soon as they moved away, Ruth raised her hand again and the wave was emitted again.

Whitehall flew up again and hit a wall.

puff!

The fluctuations stopped, and Whitehall fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"Help him up!" said Ruth again.

The two Eight-Faced Buddha soldiers helped the man and the couch up again in the same way as before.

Ruth raised her hand, and another wave came...

Whitehall flew into the air again, but finally he was exhausted and blood gushed out of his mouth. He looked at Ruth infatuatedly, wondering why she could abuse him repeatedly.

"But if I bow my head and confess my guilt, you can kill me, but you can't insult my dignity. After all, I am a member of the Eight-Faced Buddha. Can't you leave me even a trace of dignity?" Whitehall looked at Ruth with an extremely gloomy expression.

"Help him up again!" Ruth ordered.

"That's enough!" Whitehall couldn't suppress his anger, stared at Ruth, and said sternly: "Even if you want to kill me, please let me die with dignity. As the head of the Eight-Faced Buddha, shouldn't I have this qualification?"

"That's not possible! Help him up quickly!" Ruth shouted to the two Eight-Faced Buddha soldiers who were looking at each other in confusion.

The two soldiers finally obeyed the order and helped Whitehall up without hesitation. Then, Ruth shot out a shock wave and he was knocked away again.

This went on for dozens of times, endlessly, and Whitehall was on the verge of collapse. At this moment, his clothes were disheveled, blood was flowing from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and even his clothes were stained with spots.

"Help him up!" Ruth ordered the two soldiers again.

"Enough!" Whitehall's face was covered in blood, and he roared like a devil.

"You are angry now? You can't bear this little pain? But you know that the pain you are suffering is only one ten-thousandth of what I am suffering now!" Ruth said coldly. It looks miserable, but it is not a big deal. Ruth's mother's internal organs, bone marrow, and cerebrospinal fluid not only help him restore his youth, but also give him some recovery ability. The severity of the injury is not a big deal for him.

"Your mother is..." Whitehall had a bad feeling.

"You should remember her. It was you who dissected her alive and extracted her tissues to restore your youth and gain these recovery abilities. I think you have guessed it!" said Ruth.

Whitehall had thought of it, and his face suddenly changed.

He roughly understood what had happened.

"I didn't expect you to be her daughter!" Whitehall's face flashed with a strange light, just like the moment he found Ruth's mother again. The same gaze, the same desire to study, but now the situation is completely different. Back then, he was the one holding the knife, and Ruth's mother was the fish on the chopping block, but now he is the fish on the chopping block, and Ruth has become the one holding the knife.

Everything has been reversed.

"Don't look at me like that, you don't stand a chance!" Ruth said calmly.

Whitehall's expression did not change, and he continued to stare at Ruth. Ruth raised her hand, and another shockwave was sent out, and Whitehall flew out again.

But at this moment, this could not comfort Ruth at all. Seeing this, Yang Yi came forward, gave Ruth a comforting hug, and whispered: "I will help you deal with it, and I will make him understand his past mistakes!"

Ruth was tempted, but she shook her head in the end. She decided to do some things herself. Yang Yi did not force her, but only asked, "What can I do for you?"

"Prepare the operating table for me and find two surgeons who can ensure that people can be dissected without anesthesia without immediate death!" Ruth looked at Whitehall coldly.

"That's easy. There are many scientists among the Eight-Faced Buddha who can do it. Although they are not surgeons, can they do it?"

"That's doable." Ruth wasn't picky.