Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

The room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Outside the room, there is a reception hall with glasses of wine and wine.

In the two adjacent rooms next door, in the room above the ceiling, two warriors as strong as giant bears stood in each room. They seemed not to be breathing, their limbs were covered with a layer of bright silver metal, and under the mask were a pair of open gray eyes - this meant that they were already in an activated state.

This is the biggest trump card of the Malik family - the alien warriors.

Unlike other branches of Hydra, Pierce has a large group of elite agents under his command. Baron Zemo has a group of modified Winter Soldiers, and Baron Strucker is good at biological modification, and he also has some strange abilities.

Only the Malik family was different. They got enough benefits from the teleportation stone tablet. Since the Blackstone Portal was built by the Kree and has similar properties to the obelisk, strangers have been inadvertently attracted to it over the years, and then they were immediately discovered and trapped by the Malik family. Without their knowledge, some valuable Inhumans showed their abilities and were brainwashed by Malik and transformed into Hydra warriors.

In other words, except for Baron Strucker, who created Crimson and Quicksilver after obtaining the scepter, the true strength of the Malik family is second to none among Hydra.

"Yes!" Old Malik, who had weighed it countless times in his mind, finally decided to show off, "We got a portal, but it is very unstable. According to our long-term research, its opening time is about two It fluctuates between the annual calendars of three planets. At first it can only pass one person, and slowly it can pass some equipment, weapons and..."

"That's because every time it is turned on, the spatial coordinates will become more stable." Kausu interrupted the old Malik nonchalantly, "It's like many men may only have three seconds for the first time, but when he gets used to it, The time will be extended accordingly.”

Old Malik was stunned for a while, then smiled awkwardly: "This metaphor...well, it's really vivid. Then I understand!"

"You don't need to look at me like that." Kausu picked up the wine bottle from the ground next to him and poured himself a glass of wine. "Yes, no one understands the structure of space better than me!"

Under Old Malik's gaze, the wine glass in the other person's hand disappeared like a ghost.

The next moment, a wine glass suddenly appeared in his hand. Old Malik was so startled that he was so frightened that he almost knocked over the glass filled with red wine.

"This is the principle of space teleportation. Establish a coordinate system, open a space channel, and then...'Phew'!"

"So..." Old Malik turned his attention to the smashed goblin teleporter again, "This is also a teleportation..."

"It's already broken!" Kausi shrugged and poured himself another glass of wine. "This thing is a consumable item. It usually will be broken into pieces in less than a year and a half. Because we need to maintain a stable space. It’s not easy, no matter how good the materials are, they will age quickly.”

Old Malik didn't pay attention. After the other party had demonstrated extraordinary spatial teleportation capabilities, the last doubt in his heart had already flown out of the sky. He drank the wine in the glass, then personally dragged a chair to serve as a small table and put the wine bottle on it.

"You just said that you only need to know the coordinates of the other party to establish a stable teleportation channel between two places. So now that I have a teleportation gate, how can I know the coordinates of the other party?"

"Open it!" Kausi didn't even raise his eyelids. "Are you still asking? Open the portal, then take the instrument to the other end and send back the coordinate system on that side - the problem is, since you already have Teleportation gate, why do you need to get the coordinates of the opposite side again? Wouldn’t it be better to make the teleportation gate more stable?”

"I don't have such skills!"

Old Malik said seriously, "Let's cooperate, Kaous, what do you want? It's a seller's market now, with absolute technical strength. In other words, the bargaining power is in your hands, and you can do it according to your ideas. Make an offer! I will try my best to meet your conditions."

"Well……"

Cauvus said nothing, just picked up the slime in the small box and looked at it for a while, then asked, "What's on the other side of the portal?"

"An abandoned planet may have had living things before, but there are definitely no living things now!" Old Malik replied without hesitation, "I need an exile on that planet, but other than that, I don't have any other requirements. "

"What's the situation with that exile? If he can survive on an abandoned planet, it goes without saying that he must be a supernatural creature. There are great risks in this deal."

"Yes, that is a god with special abilities. We need him to..."

"To enhance and consolidate your rule?" Cauvus frowned and interrupted Old Malik, "If you need a supernatural creature as your means of rule, then why not simply rule him?"

"Strength! All rulers must have corresponding strength, otherwise where is your right to speak? Who will maintain this right to speak?"

"If you need an Exile to secure your voice, then why not do it yourself if the Exile?"

"He is not a human! Even if he wants to rule humans, he still..."

"That's not the key - the question is, what is your role? An animal trainer in the circus? Or... a clown in the palace for the entertainment of the king and the nobles?"

Malik Sr. suddenly stopped.

He leaned back on the chair, looking from the ceiling to the wall, and then out the window.

Tamer? Or a clown?

Over the years, he has inherited his family's legacy and kept this biggest secret from generation to generation. Although he has gained a lot of benefits from it, he has also consumed unprecedented amounts of manpower and material resources. The purpose is to one day be able to welcome back the hive and use the special ability of the hive to control the world...

But as Cowus said, the Hive can do everything on its own, so why do they need the Malik family? Even if you have to rely on the family's power to provide a steady stream of food and parasites at the beginning, what will happen later?

And after that?

The hive can completely kick itself away and choose new agents - it doesn't even need an agent, the humans parasitized by the parasites are enough for it to spread like a virus layer by layer. In the end, is there any meaning for human existence? Nothing more than a bunch of parasitic bodies left.

"No, you are wrong, Kaus!"

Old Malik suddenly regained his composure. He picked up the wine bottle and filled his glass. Then he raised his glass and gestured to Kaus, "I'm not interested in either animal trainers or clowns."

"Hmm?" Cauvus, who had already made up his mind, was a little surprised. He raised his head and looked at the gray-haired old gentleman, "What? Do you want to give up the idea of ​​becoming the king of the world?"

"How could it be? The earth is too small to accommodate people like you!" Old Malik said with a smile, "But it is more than enough to accommodate Malik."

"No, don't look at me like that. The 'Malik' I'm talking about is not Gideon Malik, but Stephanie Malik!"

"What do you think of this proposal? My son-in-law!"

"I don't think it's very good..." Kausu's calm expression suddenly stiffened, "I'm sorry, maybe I was distracted just now. Mr. Malik, the last phrase you just said was..."

"Son-in-law!" Old Malik was very satisfied with the shocked look on his face. Instead, he took a sip of red wine in a relaxed manner, "Oh, if your English is not very good, I can say it another way - daughter's -husband!”