Chapter 373 Avengers 1: The Split (Part 2)

Chapter 373 Avengers 1 Split (Part 2)

Steve also stepped on the stones and walked to the coastline. He and Stark stood side by side, looking at the receding sea water. The layers of white waves kept surging, leaving wonderful patterns. The two were also silent, but they seemed to know what the other was thinking.

At this time, Strange flew over and said, "What are you doing? Stark, didn't I just go to a spaceship to secretly do two experiments? Do you have to blow this place up like this?"

"And you, Steve, you knew that the man with the dagger was so dangerous, why didn't you knock him out immediately? What is the relationship between the two of you?"

"And what about the man with yellow light all over his body? I was having a great time fighting him and was about to subdue him, but he ran away?"

"Peter? Why are you lying here? Why are you covered in blood? Oh, my God..."

At this time, Stark and Steve turned their heads at the same time after hearing the movement, and they looked at Strange together.

Strange was stunned when he saw their eyes. He said, "Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?... Hey, wait, why did you open the muzzle?!"

With a "whoosh", the round shield flew towards Strange, followed by the crackling sound of bullets and continuous bombing. Strange was chased by the two people and jumped up and down, shouting, "Why are you two quarreling and taking your anger out on me?! You bunch of psychos!! Stop it!!! I am the Supreme Sorcerer!!!!"

Just after the few people ran away, Peter, who was lying on the ground, slowly turned his head back, then gently pushed away the medical robot left by Stark, and said to Red Bee in his mind, "Even if you shield it, My sense of pain is pretty bad, isn't it? "

"You humans are the most suicidal race I've ever seen. You know his dagger is so sharp, but you still dare to take the risk? !" Red Bee said helplessly: "The symbiont has the obligation to stop the host from doing such a dangerous thing. Cooperating with your actions has made me violate at least 400 parasitic rules. If Blue Spirit knows about it, I will suffer..."

"But the plan went smoothly, didn't it? Wait, let me see... They don't seem to notice me. Where is the headset? Where did you put it?"

As soon as Peter finished asking, a small red slime tentacle reached into the pocket of his spider suit, took out a miniature headset, and stuffed it into Peter's ear.

In the SHIELD base, Schiller put down the communicator, and Nick looked at him and asked, "Who called you? It doesn't seem to be Grant?"

"It's not, it's another informant."

As they talked, they walked in and walked into an office. The person waiting there was not a SHIELD agent, but a man dressed in a strange way. He was wearing a suit, had long hair, and had two pointed goat horns on his forehead.

Seeing Nick and Schiller come in, he took out a misty ball of light from somewhere, handed it to Schiller and said, "This is the final payment, our deal is over."

"How about those Hydra souls? They should be pretty good, right?" Schiller looked at him and asked.

"It's really good. Whether it's the activity or the power that can be extracted from it, it's much better than ordinary people. After completing this order, I won't have to work hard to deceive those weak and stupid ordinary humans for at least 20 years..."

"But speaking of it, can't you give me a discount? What if there is such a cooperation next time? I am your big customer..."

"Mephisto, your greed is really what I have seen in my life." Nick folded his arms and looked at the man, saying: "Just because of your stinginess, we revised the contract for a full 16 versions, and haven't asked you for a fee yet."

"Okay, I can unilaterally assure you that if there is such a thing again, you must be our first choice." Schiller said to Mephisto while holding the light ball.

The content of Schiller's transaction with Nick and Mephisto was very simple. In fact, it was the souls of some members of Hydra.

Since Schiller turned Arkham Sanatorium into a base for accommodating important Hydra agents, he first turned these agents into free labor, and then took a sum of money from those customers of immortality factors.

Then, because he took over all the Hydra work in New York State, the surrounding major snakeheads paid him protection fees and asked him to use safe bases to preserve their own direct forces. Schiller took the money and of course conscientiously got people to the sanatorium. Although there were many losses in the process, at least one-fifth of the people came to the sanatorium.

The area of ​​the sanatorium is limited. This old bank building located not far from Wall Street is not as big as imagined. There is no place to stay if hundreds of people are stuffed in.

So, if the sanatorium is full, where should the agents be sent?

Schiller's answer is of course to sell it to S.H.I.E.L.D.

But S.H.I.E.L.D.'s space is also limited, while Hydra's agents are endless. When S.H.I.E.L.D.'s space is also full, where should the agents be sent?

Schiller and Nick's answer is of course to sell it to Mephisto.

One fish three meals, one sheep three times.

The regional dimension controlled by Mephisto is a dimension with special properties. In order to maintain the existence of this dimension, Mephisto needs to draw power from the soul. In the universe, the energy carried by human souls is extremely large and extremely precious. Therefore, he spared no effort to trick humans into signing a contract.

Some people may wonder why he doesn't just create a disaster and harvest a large number of human souls?

Let alone the power of Odin and Ancient One, in fact, their power is not as good as Mephisto's. The more important reason is that after human death, what they should return to is not hell or heaven, but "death", that is, "death", one of the five founding gods.

No one can violate this theorem. Even if Mephisto can create a catastrophe, the dead will go to "death", which has nothing to do with him.

The only way to intercept souls from the hands of death is to let humans voluntarily sign a contract and sell their souls to him, so he spared no effort to spend a lot of time and energy to deceive and sneak attack one by one.

But now, Schiller and Nick proposed a new way of trading. As the Lord of Hell who is busy with all kinds of affairs, why do you have to come to Earth and cheat people secretly? Leave the cheating to us, and you just sit in hell and wait for the meal.

Of course, a little bit of running errands fee needs to be charged in this process. After all, it takes some effort for SHIELD to pry out information from the mouths of those determined Hydra members and then force them to sign the devil's contract.

In addition, Mephisto's criteria for judging the degree of soul energy are "sin" and "pain", which just meets Nick and Schiller's goal of selecting important Hydra members.

After contacting Mephisto, Schiller took him to visit Arkham Sanatorium. Nick would take away whoever Mephisto said had a delicious soul. How sinful must this person be to be considered as having abundant soul energy by the devil? There must be a lot of information in his head.

With this method, Nick also caught two snakeheads hiding among ordinary agents. These two people played the trick of escaping from the shell. They said that they wanted their members to take refuge, but in fact they hid themselves among these ordinary agents to use Schiller's safe base to avoid the purge.

SHIELD got a lot of useful information from them, including the location of the base where the Winter Soldier was stored.

The deposit paid by Mephisto was handed over to SHIELD, and the balance was collected by Schiller. After receiving the refined soul energy extracted by Mephisto, Schiller returned to his office with satisfaction, and then... took out his umbrella.

He looked around the handle of the umbrella, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he was. Then he put the ball of energy on the tip of the umbrella and said to his new umbrella: "I don't know what you like to eat, but I think this thing is good, you can try it."

After that, he glanced at the list of security personnel on his desk, and then said: "If you think it tastes good, there will be more in the future."

Before the cursed soul living in the umbrella could answer, the gray fog in Schiller's brain sent a series of dissatisfied emotions. Schiller comforted him and said: "You eat this?... What? You eat this too? Don't you only eat emotions?"

"You have to try it too ? Okay, you two can split it in half, don't say I'm partial..."

As he spoke, a small tentacle made of gray mist stretched out from his arm. After the gray mist sucked it, it made a few "Puh, Puh, Puh" sounds. Schiller smiled and said, "It seems that the symbiote can't eat this. Be careful not to get an upset stomach. I'll find you something else to eat another day."

The gray mist hummed in Schiller's mind. Schiller could only say, "Okay, you can drink a little wine, but not too much."

The gray mist made a "Yeah!" sound, and then went to drink happily, seemingly not caring about the soul energy in Schiller's hand at all.

Schiller shook his head helplessly, and then he saw a trace of black energy appear on the tip of the umbrella, and then gradually penetrated into the soul light ball in his hand. After a while, the light ball became smaller.

"It seems that you like to eat this, which makes me feel relieved. If you are as picky as Gray Mist and steal wine every day, I will have a headache."

The Cursed Soul did not seem to be particularly clear-headed, so he did not respond to Schiller. He just followed his instincts and continued to absorb power.

Just then, the door of Schiller's office was knocked, and Peter came in with a schoolbag. There seemed to be some bloody smell on his body, but he looked very happy. He put the schoolbag on the sofa and said to Schiller.

"The plan went well, professor."

"Have they reconciled?" Schiller asked.

"Almost, but they are fighting Mr. Strange together. Is it really okay?"

"It's okay, he is the Supreme Sorcerer."