Chapter 399: Silence Is New York Tonight (Part 2)

Looking at Loki's face, Schiller speculated: "Are they trying to help you rise?"

Loki took a deep breath and said: "You know what? If I hadn't gone up to take a look, maybe I would have really been lost in their rhetoric. When the Asgardians really become enthusiastic about you, you will I think they are so sincere and friendly.”

Loki's voice trembled slightly as he said: "The feeling of having authority sent to you and begging you to drive it is the most addictive poison in the world."

His arms also began to tremble a little, and he said: "I overestimated the weight of the hatred in my memory in the past. I admit that I have been shaken..."

"Because those hatreds are in the past, but rights and honors are in the present." Schiller sighed and said: "Few people can truly remember the past, and most people are chasing the present."

"But it's okay..." There was a hint of fear in Loki's tone. He said, "Before this, I had seen the scenery above the universe and saw the final ending of all stories. The despair was even more unforgettable."

"So how did you do it?"

"I originally wanted Thor to put me under house arrest, so that I could legitimately not have contact with anyone, and they wouldn't bother me anymore, but Thor, this idiot, wouldn't agree to anything." Loki's tone was different. Becoming a bit gnashing of teeth.

"His damned, untimely softness and kindness will always be the biggest hindrance to all my plans."

"But you actually enjoyed it, right?" Schiller said with a smile.

"I'm not joking." Loki said seriously: "This was originally a perfect plan. I had a fake fight with him, and then he locked me up. Not only could it save me a lot of trouble, but it could also serve as a deterrent. them."

"If someone plans to rescue me, I will betray them directly to Thor, and then Thor can deal with them legitimately. I have told him this plan at least a dozen times, but he just doesn't agree."

Loki took a deep breath and seemed very regretful. He said, "So, I could only do the next best thing and find a reason to run out. But I couldn't hold on for long, because besides me, they had other people. candidate.”

"for example?"

"They originally wanted to choose Baldr. After all, he is the legitimate eldest son of the God King and the once most respected heir to Asgard, but Baldr doesn't want to wade into this muddy water at all."

"Originally, he was in a stalemate with Hela, but as soon as he heard those people's plans, he quickly went back to sleep on the World Tree."

"So, all that's left is..."

Loki looked a little solemn and said, "Yes, only Hela is left."

"What does Hela think?"

Loki pursed his lips and said, "I'm not sure. His attitude is a bit ambiguous. I don't know if they have convinced Hela privately and are planning something famous. You know, I can't get too close to him."

Schiller put his finger on his upper lip and tried to suppress his smile. He said, "I think if you use a honey trap, it may be much more effective than their persuasion."

"Stop making trouble." Loki waved his hand and said, "Hela is just having fun when he is bored. This cannot change his decision on serious matters."

"If he was the only one, I wouldn't be afraid, but if all the militants in Asgard side with him, Thor might be in danger."

Loki leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes. After a moment of silence, his voice became a little cold: "When you proposed that plan to me before, I was still hesitant, but the situation has developed to the extent it is today. …”

He shook his head and said: "It cannot be destroyed or established. The change of any dynasty is bound to be accompanied by bloodshed. If the royal family does not want bloodshed, then..."

beqege.

Loki opened his eyes, and his expression gradually returned to normal, but his deliberately protracted voice was filled with a bone-chilling coldness.

Schiller looked at him and said: "In a sense, in this era, you are more suitable to be the king of Asgard than Thor. Thor is not a qualified emperor yet because he is not ruthless enough."

"If being ruthless enough allows him to save Asgard, but being ruthless enough allows him to save himself, Loki, what would you choose?"

Loki was silent.

But his expression told Schiller that the first answer in his mind just now was beyond his expectation.

"Okay, now let's talk about my plan."

Schiller leaned back in his chair. In the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, the sun gradually appeared, and then fell lower and lower again until it was close to the horizon. It was another calm dusk, followed by the same quiet and lonely night.

Schiller put the cold coffee aside, picked up another cup, and poured himself a glass of cold water. After taking a sip, he put the cup aside again. He walked back to his seat, frowned and said: "Someone called and said, you are a master of poison making. Now, can masters of poison making ignore the smell of poison?"

Just as he said these words, a female silhouette gradually appeared on the chair opposite him. It was an elegant and sexy woman with long black hair and dark red lips, wearing a dark green dress. in a fishtail skirt and holding a cigarette in her hand.

"Hello, my name is Ophelia, I'm Hungarian."

She took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said in Hungarian English: "I'm sorry, I soiled your coffee, but I believe you won't mind making another cup, and make one for me too."

"Do you like to drink coffee in the evening?" Schiller looked at her and asked.

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"It depends on the situation. If I plan to go to bed early, of course I won't drink it, but tonight must be an interesting night, what do you think?" Ophelia's voice was normal, and her tone was not that kind of coquettish temptation, but it would attract people's full attention.

Schiller sat in the chair and looked at her, and recalled Natasha's image in his mind, and compared the temptation of the two of them. He thought that maybe because she was not the target of the Black Widow's mission, Natasha did not deliberately seduce him, so he felt that Mrs. Hydra was better.

"What are you thinking about?" Ophelia leaned forward, put her elbow on the table, held her chin, and looked into Schiller's eyes and asked.

"Thinking about another woman." Schiller replied.

Ophelia was silent.

"Are you trying to provoke me on purpose?" Ophelia leaned back again, but still stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "You have killed many people recently, many of whom are my people."

"Yes, you were buried in Pierce's forces, but in the end you were all the nails that he turned against." Schiller said, "Don't stare at me with such a fierce look, I'm just stating a fact."

"In any case, your death is coming, doctor." Ophelia stared at Schiller with her eyes, but Schiller stretched out a hand and said, "Wait, I'll make a phone call."

The anger on Ophelia's face Although he could hardly conceal his anger, Schiller walked to the telephone table in front of the door, dialed a number, and said to the other end: "Do it."

With a "crack", a bolt of lightning struck the roof of the newly renovated old bank. A few seconds later, a woman with an afro rushed out of the French window, shouting: "Doctor! I'm going to kill you! !"

But then, the sky was bright again, and another bolt of lightning struck. Ophelia didn't have time to dodge and was blown away. After she got up, black energy shone from her body.

This energy formed a shield around her. She looked up and roared, "Who is it?! Come out!" She was answered by continuous lightning strikes. Because the lightning strikes were too dense, Ophelia did not dare to use the energy shield to resist. She dodged and ran, and the lightning strikes chased her and continued to fall in New York State. Soon, this strange weather phenomenon attracted a lot of onlookers, and many Hydras also recognized the figure wrapped in dark energy. It was the famous Lady Hydra. Above the clouds, Loki held Mjolnir in one hand and a globe in the other. Lightning bolts fell from the hammer, chasing Lady Hydra to flee for her life. Ophelia did not think about fighting back. She also wanted to fly up to see where the lightning strikes came from. The problem was that she did not have enough energy. If she wanted to maintain the shield, she could not maintain its flight. If she wanted to fly, she had to withdraw. Shield.

She didn't have a body that could withstand such terrible lightning strikes. Everything depended on that dark energy. Just when she wanted to extract more of this energy, she found that the demon god she had contracted could not get through on the phone.

Ophelia was really going crazy. She didn't communicate with that great being very often, but every time she could borrow a huge amount of power, which was the capital for her survival. But at this juncture, Xisong's phone could not get through. No matter how Ophelia prayed, the great demon Xisong did not respond.

So, what is Xisong doing?

In the Great Demon Shadow dimension filled with chaotic energy, a red-haired girl was hugging her arms and said, "... It's not that we want to change the terms temporarily. The demon gods in the Hell dimension united to protest, saying that the terms given to you by the Holy of Holies are too generous, which is disrespectful to their old customers."

"But I'm better than them!" Xisong roared, "Don't you know? Don't you find that you are much better than those useless contractors?"

"Come on. "Wanda snorted coldly and said, "Don't think I don't know. Besides me, you have also developed a lot of secret believers, and they are all female humans. What do you want to do? "

Wanda showed a somewhat disgusting expression and said, "You remind me of some scumbags who are playing with multiple women. On the surface, they say they are the best to me, but they say the same thing to all girls in private..."

Sison couldn't understand what she was saying at all. He felt that the emotions of human beings were too changeable. He couldn't understand it at all. His contractor Wanda seemed to have only two states in a day, angry and very angry.

There is a reason why Wanda can be so tough. She is a mutant herself and has extraordinary abilities. Her ability to modify reality can even work on Sison.

As long as she believes that she is a believer of Sison, she can provide Sison with a steady stream of massive faith power. In short, it is Sison who pursues Wanda.

Wanda is making trouble here. Ophelia keeps calling Sison. Although Sison can't understand Wanda's emotions, his instinct tells him that if he answers calls from other believers at this time, let alone talking about business with the Sanctuary, his Earth agent will be gone.

So Ophelia kept fighting, and Sithorn kept dying, so Ophelia could only use the small amount of remaining dark energy to protect herself, and could not fight back.

But the energy that could be stored in her body was limited. Soon, the stock was getting less and less, and Ophelia had to focus on dodging, instead of dodging one and taking two as before.

At this time, the lightning changed its strategy and began to become more intensive, driving Ophelia to move constantly.

She was chased like this, starting from New York State, passing through Mexico, passing through Colombia, and then passing through Brazil to Argentina, and then she had to cross the Pacific Ocean to Australia.

Then she went all the way north from Madagascar, passing through Congo, Sudan, Egypt, and the whole of Europe, and came to Siberia along Kazakhstan.

After she ran to the endless wasteland of Siberia, a helicopter suddenly landed in front of her, and a familiar figure walked down from the plane.

"Evan Brown?!

!" Ophelia, who looked disheveled and crazy, shouted, "Weren't you assassinated? How are you still alive?!"

"...Wait! Save me!

For the sake of our colleagues!

I was plotted against by that damn doctor!

The gray-haired Evan Brown stepped forward, shook hands with Ophelia, and said to her in Russian: "Hello, let me introduce myself again. My name is Yevgeny Sakharov, a senior KGB intelligence officer."

"I went to New York in December 1977 to perform a long-term undercover mission. During the mission, I joined the New York State District of Hydra."

"Following your help, I worked in the Internal Revenue Service, the Federal Reserve, the Treasury Department, and... the U.S. Congress."

Yevgeny smiled and said:

"Long live Hydra."

Ophelia was silent.