Meiman's eldest son of God

Chapter 281 Take Your Time

Chapter 280 Take Your Time
Several Hydra members were planning to do something, but found that their bodies seemed to be out of their control.In the darkness, the Dark Consul has successfully controlled their bodies.

For the Dark Archon, controlling some human bodies is simply easy, it couldn't be easier.

"Personally, I don't like torture to extract confessions. I prefer you to tell the secrets yourself. Now I will give you a chance. If you tell all your actions now and are willing to lead me to find the base of Hydra, then I will let you go." You have a way out. I am a person who does what I say and never tells lies." Mark looked at these guys with a smile and said.

These members of the Hydra task force have received strict training since childhood, and have even been brainwashed for loyalty.It is not easy to betray Hydra.

But when the dark templar continued to amplify their inner desires, a few guys managed to get out of control.

One guy said straight up: "I would say, I don't want to do it anymore! They are going to kill these tongues, and then let us die directly outside the embassy. This will stimulate the conflict between these aliens and humans."

"Very well, what's your first name?"

"I don't have a name, only a code name."

"What's your code name?"

"Hermit crab!"

"Very good, hermit crab." Mark said and waved his hand, and the member of the Hermit Crab Hydra Task Force escaped from the control of the Dark Consul.

"traitor!"

"You must die!"

……

There are naturally some people who are willing to speak out, but seeing that someone has already confessed everything, their chance has been lost.

In a way, this guy has cornered them.

No matter who wants to betray or doesn't want to betray.

Unless they have other useful news on hand.

The guys who wanted to betray racked their brains thinking about what information they had to survive.

In less than a minute, another guy spoke.

"I know two of Hydra's lurkers in the NYPD!"

"Okay, next." Mark waved again, and the guy was out of control.

In less than 10 minutes, half of the dozen or so people chose to rebel, while the remaining half still gritted their teeth.

"Since you don't want to say anything, I have to give you a show." Mark snapped his fingers as he spoke, and then their eyes glowed red.

They are completely controlled by the dark consul, and have lost their personality and thoughts.Reduced to a puppet controlled by the dark consul, obeying Mark's orders.

The information collected in just 10 minutes is far more than what Mark collected in the past one or two months.

Mark is now even looking forward to Hydra doing such actions a few more times.In this way, you will be able to get more news.

The other members of the task force who had betrayed Hydra, seeing their former companions turned into such ghosts, also began to rejoice that they had told the secret.

Compared with the situation here, being in Hydra is really too happy.At least they still have their own thoughts, instead of becoming such puppets, whether they live or die.

"Okay, then you have only one task left, which is to pretend to retreat with them, and then according to your original plan, they died outside the embassy, ​​and you returned to Hydra to report the situation here , which means that all the tongues here are dead.

I hope you better be clear that all of your evidence is now in my hands and I can release this on the public network at any time.After all, there is no pressure for me, but you will become the traitors of Hydra, so it is best to be honest with me. "

All the betrayers couldn't help but gasped, they never thought that Mark was so ruthless.

Although he said to let them go, it is obvious that he wants to die by himself!But people have to bow their heads under the eaves, not to mention that the evidence of their betrayal is still in the hands of the other party, and it is very easy for the other party to want him to die.

A few minutes later, after a fierce battle outside the embassy, ​​several bodies were lying outside the embassy.

The remaining traitors escaped back to Hydra without incident.

They reported the situation to the top immediately, and said that the plan was completed very smoothly.

The upper echelons of Hydra did not suspect this time's plan either.After all, they are just mortals, and they don't see any problems at all.

Self-righteous thinking has cleared away all troubles and you can now sit back and relax.

However, in the next few days, the upper level of Hydra began to be overwhelmed.

For a week in a row, Hydra's bright strongholds and secret incentives have suffered unprecedented blows, and even the New York Police Department has been attacked, and it is Hydra's agents who died.

If it is said that all of this has no connection, no one will believe it.This must be someone deliberately retaliating, but who leaked these secrets?
Hydra began to wonder if there was any way for the dead to open their mouths in the hands of the protoss.

It's boring to kill those guys who are on the bright side all at once.Mark didn't believe in this tranquility anymore. I don't know how many years the organization would have only such a little background.

What Mark has to do is to completely eradicate all Hydras in New York City, so that they have no foothold on this land.

In the dark alley, several black men in simple clothes came out of the alley.

Caucasians passing by cast strange glances one after another.

The black man couldn't help scolding: "Have you never seen a black man? You white skins..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by his companions, for fear that he would say another word.

The men saw these black people walking away one after another, as if they saw something dirty.Although verbal discrimination cannot be said, it is not only language that really wants discrimination.

It's just that these black people didn't realize that their disguise was really clumsy.

After all, although the clothes of the black people living here are worn out, their skin and hands are definitely not as clean as theirs.Relatively clean at least.

They think that it is dirty if it looks dingy with some mud, but in fact, the black people living here always exude an uncontrollable stench.

"The target has appeared and is ready to act." Mark stood on the rooftop and watched.

(End of this chapter)