The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 66 No.60 Seven-headed Hydra

In the old city of Gotham, the basement of an old mansion that has been battered by wind and rain.

Mr. Penguin, whose full name is Oswald Chesterfield Copperpot, pushed the monocle on the bridge of his nose, lay on the creaking wooden chair, snapped his fingers casually, and told him to wait The butler at the side left and closed the heavy door behind him.

This is a narrow and cramped secret room, with a layer of indistinguishable black dirt accumulated on the floor, on the window that serves as a vent in the basement, the short and thick iron railings are stained with rust, and the red copper-colored rust on the surface is mottled and scattered. The wind blows.

The half-meter-thick wall made of cement cut off all sounds, and everything was silent, so quiet that it made people tremble.

Penguin took a deep breath, the decayed smell in the basement was so familiar, it reminded him of a day when he was a child, he locked himself in this secret basement that no one opened due to a playful mistake.

The history of this basement dates back to 1800. The owner of Cobblepot was a lonely and reclusive rich man. The upper class knew little about him. However, Penguin, who was still a child at that time, passed the torture instruments piled up in the corner of the basement. , Knowing the secret hobby of that Cobblepot ancestor.

Tortured slaves.

Ironic crosses, blood-stained steel shackles, salt-stained leather whips, surgical saws with unknown uses, and flaky skin bags placed in iron barrels that make people breathless.

The inside of those long-scorched skins are filled with ink that will not fade 200 years ago, the portrait of Mr. Coppert himself, pale, fat, and ordinary.

The penguin, who was still a child, was in the basement with the instruments of torture, and the howls of black slaves lingered in his ears for two centuries. Those souls who would not rest in the darkness lingered around, as if trying to use the blood-red arms that had lost their skin, strangle the offspring of this enemy.

Little Coppert was not found and rescued until five days later, and he survived by eating up a nest of dark rats in the corner
The memory of his childhood was so vivid that a mocking sneer rose from the corner of the gang leader's mouth. What he did was no more noble than that ancestor.

When it comes to the scope of harm to society, the huge gray interest chain operated by the penguins far exceeds the "feat" of their ancestors.

"Mr. Coppert, although we are partners, my time is very valuable. If you have any urgent matters, please finish quickly."

The man with such an arrogant attitude and such a frivolous tone towards this Gotham gangster giant stood in the corner of the basement. He walked out in the dark and pushed the monocle on his right eye, which was somewhat similar to Penguin.

He is a tall and burly middle-aged man, wearing a suit, with a bald head, his forehead like a marinated egg is covered with cracks like mud, and his accent is stiff, sounding like a German.

Of course, the most striking thing is the steel mechanical glove on his right hand and the silver brooch on his chest.

The shape of the brooch is roughly a skull, with six tentacles-like pendants underneath. The whole is simple and introverted, and there is nothing out of the ordinary except for a trace of weird darkness. You can buy a whole dozen for ten dollars at a cheap jewelry store. Similar non-mainstream brooches.

But Penguin knows that this brooch imitating the shape of Hydra, the nine-headed monster in Greek mythology, really represents that huge organization entrenched in the dark side of human society—the Hydra.

The Second World War caused the Third Reich of Germany to collapse, and the remnants of the Communist Party lurking and fleeing in the ruins hibernated and infiltrated the entire earth in a secretive and quiet manner.

The African warlords with countless crimes, the Mexican drug lords wanted by the CIA around the world, and even those human organ trading smugglers lurking deep in the barren and barren lands in Southeast Asia,

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, they are all terrifying figures who stop children from crying at night, but who knows that the organization that really controls and supports warlords, drug lords, and snakeheads behind the scenes is Hydra.

This organization runs interest groups worth hundreds of billions of dollars through supporting agents, including gold, oil, diamonds, drugs, arms, and organs.
It is roughly estimated that there are at least 400 million people around the world who rely on this gray interest chain to survive.If it were placed in the Middle Ages, it would be possible to seal the territory directly, and this is just the sphere of influence of Hydra on the surface!
From NYSE (New York Stock Exchange) to NASDAQ (Nasdaq stock market), from ECB (European Central Bank) to Abu Dhabi consortium,
The shadow of Hydra is everywhere, it has infiltrated most of the large international financial institutions, and it is eating away human society with the supremacy of capital.

Terrorist activities that threaten to explode cannot be put on the table at all, affecting and manipulating elections in small countries, provoking international disputes to start wars, creating financial tsunami, and economic crisis are the plans that Hydra is interested in implementing.
It occupies the center of the web like a spider, entrenched in the dark side of the world.

Compared with a huge power of this magnitude, what are Batman and Captain America?They are all small shrimps that cannot be lifted to the surface.

However, for Hydra, the time to leap onto the water and recast the glory of the former empire has not really arrived yet.
Just as in the last century, relying on financial games, the Jewish consortium, which was as rich as an enemy, had to rely on Midi, who had hegemony and force, to fulfill the Jewish long-cherished wish of building a country that lasted for thousands of years.

If Hydra wants to make an official appearance, it must accumulate enough armed forces in secret,

And at this moment, the man standing in front of the Penguin is the leader of the Hydra organization, Baron Wolfgang von Strucker.

The Penguin doesn't know much about this Mr. Strack. He met Strack once more than ten years ago after he hooked up with Hydra. Time has changed, and Strack is still the middle-aged man with the bald head. The appearance of a man.

Mr. Baron of Hydra noticed the curiosity in Penguin's eyes, and just smiled casually, "Mr. Copperpot, if you are interested, after officially joining Hydra, I can approve a super tube for you. Potion, it will help you regain your youth."

"If this potion is really so miraculous, I'm afraid you Hydras have already used it to confuse and erode the upper class people all over the world, so why do you still need to hide?"

Penguin said calmly: "Either the effect of this medicine is not as good as you said, or the side effects are too serious and the lethality rate is too high."

The baron raised his eyebrows: "The special medicine has stabilized a lot after several rounds of tests, and it won't take long for usable products to come out."

The corners of the penguin's mouth curled into a strange arc, and the gloomy white teeth outlined a contemptuous smile: "Listen to Mr. Strack, I really long for a long life, but I also long for an unfettered free life, without these useless things. Trick, sit down and talk about business."

"...As you wish." Baron Sterak pulled his chair and sat down, resting his chin on the back of his hand, and said with deep eyes: "We have already found out about the murderer who killed the Richard family. A little eyebrow."

(End of this chapter)