The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 402 Silence is New York tonight

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

Loki took a deep breath and said, "You know what? If I hadn't gone up to take a look, maybe I would really get lost in their rhetoric, and when the Asgardians really warmed up to you, you would I think they are so genuine and friendly.”

Rocky's voice trembled slightly, and he said, "The feeling of sending authority to you and begging you to drive it is the most addictive poison in the world."

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

"Because those hatreds are the past, but the rights and honors are the present." Schiller said with a sigh: "Few people can really remember the past, and most people are chasing the present."

"But it's okay..." Loki's tone revealed a trace of fear, he said: "Before this, I have seen the scenery above the universe and the final ending of all the stories, and the despair is even more unforgettable."

"So how do you do it?"

"I originally wanted Thor to put me under house arrest, so that I could justifiably not contact anyone, and they wouldn't bother me anymore, but this idiot Thor didn't agree with anything." Loki's tone continued Get a little gnashing of teeth.

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

"But you're actually enjoying it, aren't you?" Schiller said with a laugh.

"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 will it save me from a lot of trouble, but it will also deter me. them."

"If someone plans to rescue me, I will sell them directly to Thor, and then Thor can deal with them in a legitimate way. I told him this plan at least a dozen times, but he just refused to agree."

Rocky took a deep breath and seemed very regretful, he said: "So, I had no choice but to find a reason to run out, but it couldn't last long, because besides me, they have other people candidates."

"for example?"

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

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

"So, there is only..."

Loki said with a dignified expression, "That's right, only Hela is left."

"What did 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 persuaded Hela in private. They are planning something. You know, I can't get too close to him."

Schiller pressed his finger against his upper lip, trying to suppress his wanting to laugh, and said, "I think if you use a beauty trick, it may be more effective than their persuasion."

"Stop messing around." Loki waved his hand and said, "Hella is just having fun when she's idle and bored, and it's impossible to change his decision on business matters."

"If he's the only one, I'm not afraid, but if all the militants in Asgard are on his side, Thor may be in danger."

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

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

Loki opened his eyes, his expression gradually returned to normal, but his intentionally protracted ending sound was piercingly cold.

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 yet a qualified emperor because he is not ruthless enough."

"If you're ruthless enough to save Asgard, or not ruthless enough to save himself, Loki, which one 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 the chair, and the figure of the sun gradually appeared in the French windows behind him, and then fell lower and lower again until it was close to the horizon. It was another peaceful evening, followed by the same quiet and quiet night.

Schiller put the cold coffee aside, picked up another cup, poured himself a cup of cold water, took a sip, put the cup aside again, walked back to his seat, frowned and said: "Someone called and said, you are a master drug maker, can a master drug maker ignore the taste of poison now?"

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 mermaid dress and holds a cigarette in his hand.

"Hi, my name is Ophelia, from Hungary."

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

"Do you like your coffee in the evening?" Schiller asked, looking at her.

"Depending on the situation, if I plan to go to bed early, of course I won't drink, but tonight must be a fun night, don't you think?" Ophelia spoke in a normal voice, and her tone did not have the temptation to be coquettish, but will attract people's full attention.

Schiller sat on the chair and looked at her, and recalled the image of Natasha in his mind, and compared the attractiveness of the two of them. He thought, maybe because she is not the target of the Black Widow mission, Natasha is not the target of the mission. He hasn't been tempted on purpose, so he thinks Mrs. Hydra is better.

"What are you thinking?" Ophelia asked, leaning forward, putting her elbows on the table, resting her chin, looking into Schiller's eyes.

"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 a lot of people recently, many of them are mine."

"Yeah, you were buried under Pierce's influence, but he turned you all over in the end." Schiller said, "Don't stare at me with that kind of fierce eyes, I'm just telling a fact."

"Anyway, your time of death has come, doctor." Ophelia stared at Schiller with her eyes, but Schiller stretched out a hand and said, "Wait, I'll make a call."

The anger on Ophelia's face could hardly be concealed, but Schiller went to the telephone table in front of the door, dialed a number, and said to the other side, "Do it."

With a "click", a bolt of lightning struck the roof of the newly renovated old bank. A few seconds later, a woman with an afro rushed out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and she shouted: "Doctor!! I want to kill you!" about you!!!"

But immediately after, the sky lit up again, and another bolt of lightning struck. Ophelia didn't have time to dodge, and was directly blown out. After she got up, black energy radiated from her body.

This energy formed a shield around her, and she raised her head and roared, "Who is it?! Come out!!"

What answered her was continuous thunderstorms. Because the thunderstorms were too dense, Ophelia didn't dare to use the energy shield to fight it. She ran while hiding, and the thunderstorms chased her and kept falling in New York State.

Soon, this peculiar weather phenomenon attracted many onlookers, and many Hydras also recognized the figure wrapped in dark energy, which 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, and the chasing Lady Hydra fled desperately.

It’s not that Ophelia didn’t want to fight back. She also wanted to fly up to see where the lightning came from. The problem was that she didn’t have enough energy. If she wanted to maintain the shield, she couldn’t maintain its flight. If she wanted to fly, Shields must be removed.

She doesn't have the physical body to bear this terrible lightning strike, everything depends on that kind of dark energy, just when she wanted to extract this kind of energy in a larger scale, she found that the phone call of the demon god she contracted with couldn't get through .

Ophelia is really going crazy. She doesn't communicate with that great existence many times, but each time she can borrow a huge amount of power, which is the capital she relies on for survival. But at this juncture, Xi No matter how much he tried to make a phone call, Thorne couldn't get through. No matter how much Ophelia prayed, the Great Shadow Sithorn didn't respond.

So what is Sithorne doing?

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

"But I'm better than them!" Sithorn yelled: "Don't you know? Didn't you realize that you are much better than their trash contractors?"

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

Wanda showed a somewhat disgusted expression, and said, "You remind me of some scumbags with a few feet on their feet. On the surface, they say it's the best for me, but they say that to all the girls in private..."

Sithorn actually couldn't understand what she was talking about at all. He felt that the emotions of human beings changed too much. He couldn't understand it at all. Wanda, his contractor, seemed to have only two states in a day. Angry and very angry.

There is also a reason why Wanda can be so tough. She is a mutant herself and possesses extraordinary abilities. Her ability to modify reality can even be applied to Sithorne.

As long as she believes that she is a believer of Sithorn, she can provide Sithorn with a steady stream of massive power of faith. Simply put, it is Wanda that Sithorn is chasing.

Wanda is making trouble here, and Ophelia keeps calling Sithorne. Although Sithorne can't understand Wanda's emotions, his instinct tells him that if he answers the calls of other believers at this time, Not to mention negotiating business with the Holy of Holies, his earth agent will be gone.

So Ophelia kept fighting, Sithorn kept hanging, and Ophelia could only use a small amount of remaining dark energy to protect herself, but could not fight back.

But the energy that can be stored in her body is limited, and soon, the storage is getting less and less, and Ophelia has to focus on dodging, instead of dodging once and carrying two hard as before.

At this time, Luo Lei changed his strategy and began to become more dense, driving Ophelia to keep moving.

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

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

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

"Evan Brown?!!!" The disheveled and crazy-looking Ophelia shouted, "Didn't you get assassinated? Why are you still alive?!"

"...Wait! Save me!! Because we are colleagues!! I was plotted against by that damn doctor!!"

Gray-haired Evan Brown stepped forward, shook Ophelia's hand, and said to her in Russian: "Hi, let me reintroduce, my name is Yevgeny Sakarov, Senior KGB Intelligence Officer." personnel."

"He went to New York in December 1977 to perform a long-term latent mission, and joined the Hydra New York State Regional Organization during the mission."

"And then, with your help, successively served 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.

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