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Chapter 31 Power Controversy
Kansas, in a small town.

The lifeless leaden clouds covered the town, and the dry and desolate atmosphere made people feel depressed for no reason.The sky looked like it was going to rain every second, and people were in such a hurry that no one wanted to be on the street in this weather.

Chris Bruno had the driver park the black van next to a bar in town.He jumped out of the car with a few tall and muscular men, and strode to the front of the bar.He ignored the "resting" sign hanging on the door, opened the door and walked in.

Through a dimly lit staircase, Chris entered the lobby of the bar.There was already a table of people sitting around a round table in the booth area, and muscular men stood upright behind them.They all stood up when they saw Chris enter the door, and one of the enthusiastic bearded whistled.

"Ha, you are indeed here. I just told them that even if no one else comes, you will never be absent."

The bearded man enthusiastically extended his hand.Chris shook hands with him symbolically, and glanced coldly along every face at the table, his face not looking good.

"Only these people?" he asked.

"It's lucky to have so many." A man leaning on the sofa said.He was wearing a wallet and a glittering pendant on his ear.He said: "The death of Baron Strucker has torn the whole branch apart. A lot of people are starting to make small calculations, they don't want to work with others anymore. They want to stand on their own."

"Stupid!" the bearded beard scolded, "The crisis Hydra is facing is unprecedented. Although Aegis has been ordered to disband, they still won't let us go. Only by uniting and integrating forces can we have the opportunity to continue Survive."

"That's right." Chris also sat down on the vacant stool by the table, and several big and thick attendants stood behind him alternately with their hands.He opened a bottle of whiskey, poured himself a glass, took a sip slowly and said, "Straker has already gone to meet our founders. But their will should be inherited by us."

He paused for a moment, shook the glass, and said, "But it is true that we have lost our leader. We need to work together, but nothing can be done without a leader."

"That's exactly what we were discussing before you came in." The bearded man said, "Now there are only a few top-level leaders left in the branch under the Baron's jurisdiction. We should take what these people have combine forces and elect a unified leader."

"Let me guess," Chris sneered, "do you think that person should be you?"

The bearded man shut his mouth.He and Chris looked at each other for a moment, and smiled confidently: "Actually, I haven't had time to talk about that part before you come in. But yes, I think I have enough ability and enthusiasm to carry on the unfinished business of great people .”

"Just you? An office dog?" Chris sneered.

The bearded man's expression changed.

"Are you trying to say that you think you can be more qualified than me?"

"I want to say that the position of the leader is no longer yours, a person like you who has not even been shot for Hydra in your life." Chris said coldly, "And not only have I personally been to the front line and won I was personally commended by Baron Sterak, and I even had the honor of blocking a bullet with my body. So yes, if there is one person present who can carry on the Baron's career, I think that person should be me."

"You have made great contributions to Hydra, Chris, no one will deny this." The bearded man put away his smiling face and responded tit for tat, "But what you said can only prove that you are a brave fighter , but does not make you a good leader. What you need to manage an organization is experience and ability, not cold knives and guns.”

"But first you can try to take this position away from the knife and gun."

Chris said calmly, and the muscular thugs behind him took a step knowingly, revealing the outline of the holster on the inside of the jacket intentionally or unintentionally.And the guards behind the bearded man were also not to be outdone, and stepped forward tacitly.The eyes of the two sides met, and the murderous intent seemed to wipe out a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

Almost everyone held their breath, the murderous aura of the confrontation between the two sides made people breathless, and everyone present did not even dare to breathe, except for the man wearing the shining earrings and the black wallet.

"Calm down, calm down." He sat on the back of the sofa in a lazy posture, swaying a glass of wine casually, "You old guys stop for a while, watch out for high blood pressure or something. You are all amazing guys Well, really, they're all big shots. But I say, times are changing after all, and Hydra has to change too. Maybe we should consider some fresh blood, someone younger and more enthusiastic to lead the remaining people."

The eyes of both sides in the confrontation fell on him.

After a weird moment of silence, the bearded man laughed out loud as if he couldn't help laughing.

"Just you?" He said coldly, "Your qualifications are not as good as ours, your experience is not as good as ours, and your ability is not as good as ours. Why do you think you are qualified?"

The man in the leather jacket smiled slightly, and a large group of men in black on standby behind him stepped forward in unison.

"Just because I have more people, more guns... More than the two of you combined, I'm afraid." He took a sip of his whiskey and said, "I think you may not have considered that part."

The situation changed from a two-party confrontation to a three-party confrontation, and the smell of gunpowder became more and more intense in the bar, as if it only needed a little spark as a primer to blow the whole room into the sky.

But neither of them had time to take the lead after all.The roof was blasted away with a deafening roar, and the steel figure crashed down from the breach while stepping on the flames, and the aroused dust swept the entire bar.

Michael blasted off the ceiling and made a grand appearance. When he looked up, Shirley had intelligently helped him mark the leaders of the three confronting parties with a conspicuous lock frame on the monitor.

Without saying a word, Michael activated the thrusters on his back and flew into the enemy's formation.Before anyone could react, he raised a pulse light cannon and blew off the arrogant head of the man in the leather jacket on the back of the sofa, and then flew up and kicked the bearded man in the stomach.With more than ten tons of leg force output, the bearded man smashed through the wall and flew out of the bar with a bang, seeing that he could not survive.

This Bruno might have been a really good fighter in the past, he was the first person in the audience to realize what happened.He jumped up, took two steps diagonally, drew his gun and fired at the assailant's knees, neck, shoulder joints and other places where the defense might be relatively weak. His response was quick and impeccable.
It's a pity that this doesn't seem to make him any different from the previous two.Michael flipped his palm and fired again, and the pulse light cannon under the system's assisted aiming blasted Chris's chest without any fancy.

From Michael blasting the ceiling to the fall of the three leaders, the whole process seemed long, but it only took two seconds in total.All the thugs who had lost their leadership drew their guns and pointed at the mysterious intruder, but no one fired.

"Now," Michael's mechanically engineered voice came loud and clear from the loudspeaker, "is there anyone else here who wants to call the shots?"

No one said a word.

"Very well, then from now on, I will give the order. Does anyone have any objections?"

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and then they didn't know who took the lead and put down their guns one after another, giving an answer with action.

Michael stepped forward and casually pointed at a guy with a stubble who looked about thirty years old.

"you."

The man pointed at himself blankly: "You mean me, sir?"

"Yes. What's your name?"

". Rick, sir. Rick Belloc."

"Rick, from now on, all the subordinate organizations of those three people are under your control." Michael said lightly, "I need you to help me with a few things."

"Follow orders, sir."

"I want you to spread the word as far as possible, find all the remaining factions, and recruit their ranks. It doesn't matter if you are tough-if necessary. I need everyone in the Sterak remnant to collect them all within a week. to the news."

"Understood, sir." Rick patted his chest, "I promise to complete the task."

"Hydra needs more than just a reorganization, it needs a complete makeover." Michael's gaze slowly swept over everyone in front of him, "From now on, Hydra will no longer exist. We will be in its Something else was built on the wreckage...something quite different."

(End of this chapter)