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Chapter 32 Proposals
The red-haired girl and the white-haired boy were stuck in the corner of an alley, surrounded by three or five muscular, but not very bright-minded men.The leader was a black man with a stature close to two meters, with a ferocious face and a mouthful of white and healthy teeth when he grinned.

With one hand on the wall, his broad shoulders stood in front of the girl, breathing heavily like a bull.The red-haired girl had to tilt her head up to meet the gaze of the tall, burly guy, but she didn't look scared at all.

The process of things is not complicated.The twins (of course, Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver) wandered aimlessly after leaving Baron Sterak's base, and soon found the nearest town after walking out of the forest.However, the law and order in this area is obviously not very satisfactory, and they were blocked here by these muscular idiots after wandering around for a long time.

"It's not a good idea, I don't have an adult to accompany me to hang out in this kind of place." The black man smiled strangely in a low voice, "Especially a girl like you should be more security-conscious."

This alley is not deep, and there are pedestrians passing by outside from time to time, and occasionally some people will glance here, but obviously no one wants to be nosy.

The girl crossed her arms and said in a cold but distinct tone of disgust, "Put down your dirty thoughts and get the hell out of here while you still have the chance."

The black man looked back at his companions: "She told us to get out of here while we still have a chance!" Several guys looked at each other and laughed.

Kuaiyin squinted at his sister: "Is it me, or are you doing it yourself?"

Scarlet Witch said nothing, but action took the place of her answer.The crimson magic power crawled into her jet-black eyes, and the surging magic power seemed to make the air drop a few degrees before it condensed into shape.

The black man let go of his hand and took a step back instinctively: "What are you doing?"

But before the witch had time to cast the spell, the target in front of her received a heavy punch on the face, her head tilted with foam at the mouth, and she lay on the side without moving.

She was stunned, and the red light in her pupils faded unconsciously, and she quickly returned to normal.

The one who made the offer was a young man, neither tall nor short, wearing a long black windbreaker with a stand collar, hand-made polished leather shoes, and a rather individual hairstyle obviously done by a famous artist.No matter from this outfit or aura, such a person should appear in a developed place like Financial Street instead of such an inconspicuous town with a backward economy.

The eyes of the other strong men were obviously a little timid, but it would be too embarrassing if the boss was knocked down and slipped away and said it.So after thinking for a while, the rest of the people also rushed forward loudly.However, in the next few blinks of an eye, one of them had their arm broken, one had their jaw shattered, another tripped over this man during the sprint, and a dog gnawed mud and broke the bridge of his nose. The ground collapsed into a heap of groans.

After taking care of these big men who were not even considered troublesome, Michael Paso straightened the collar of his windbreaker and turned around.

"Well, actually I don't need help." The Scarlet Witch glanced at the groaning strong men, "But anyway, thank you for your help."

"I'm pretty sure you don't need to make a move, Miss Maximov," Michael said, "but I'm just saving time for both of us—we both know that if you use your ability just now, it will cause a commotion."

"You know about my abilities. Wait, you still know my name?" The girl was a little surprised, but at the same time became alert.The same is true of Kuaiyin. When he heard this, he intentionally or unintentionally lowered his arms, as if he was on guard against this person who would attack him at any time.

"Wanda Maximoff and Pietro Maximoff, of course, I know most of you. And, we actually met."

Michael formed a magic seal casually, and the sparks in his palm twitched and transformed into a simple magic circle.

"It's you!" Wanda was surprised.

"It's me. Don't bother, you know you can't read my mind." Michael extinguished the magic circle with five fingers, and then glanced at Pietro, who looked like he was about to make a move, "By the way, you owe My life - no thanks."

"Since you're here, Strack should be finished." Wanda asked cautiously, "What do you want?"

"Sterak is dead, and so is Hydra. But I'm reorganizing what remains of Hydra and building a new organization on top of the ruins, a better organization," Michael said, "and I'm providing Here is an invitation for you to consider joining."

"'A better Hydra,' that's kind of a joke," Pietro complained.

"I'm working on it." Michael didn't mind his sarcasm. "You won't be surprised when I'm done."

"So why do you think we will agree?" Wanda frowned, "Whether you want to get another Hydra to control the world, or you want to turn it into another Aegis, why do you think we will care? ?”

"Because you don't seem to have a better place to go, and I am providing you with a job with food, lodging and salary." Michael said, paused, and added emphasis to Wanda Said, "Also, I know you guys want to get more power, and I happen to be very interested in your abilities. So the deal is this-you let me study your power, and I can teach you how to be better Control it and use it. Believe me, you haven't even scratched the surface of your own strength."

Wanda asked unexpectedly, "Do you understand my power?"

"It's not a lot, but it's much deeper than your own understanding. But we can figure it out together in the future." Michael put his hands in his windbreaker pockets, "Of course, if you don't refuse this proposal."

Wanda subconsciously turned her head to look at her brother. The moment their eyes met, they understood each other's thoughts.

She nodded slightly.

"Very well, I don't think you will refuse."

Michael drew a circle lightly with his right hand, and the circular magic portal spun and opened under the twins' surprised eyes with bursting sparks.He took the lead into the portal, only to find that the brother and sister stopped at the other end of the door with surprised expressions and did not follow.

"What?" Michael spread his hands, "Do you expect to fly?"

***
Daniel Whitehall, one of Hydra's last remaining leaders, was sitting behind a mahogany desk, flipping through a thick folder through his round luminescent glasses.

Not long ago, the branch under the jurisdiction of Whitehall was also hit by Aegis suddenly.Most of the main force of Whitehall's subordinates was lost. Although he himself escaped the capture of Aegis by chance, he is short of manpower and weapons at the moment, so it can be said that he is just lingering on his last breath.

There was a knock on the door.Whitehall raised his eyes and said, "Come in," and a tall, dark British man entered.

Sunil Bakshi, Whitehall's number one confidant, was also lucky not to be caught in the S.H.I.E.L.D. siege.

But others are not as lucky as they are.

"The situation is very bad, sir." Bakshi closed the door and said with an ugly face, "I sent someone to investigate secretly, and most of them seem to be finished. Mr. Chief was arrested, and three other leaders were shot dead on the spot. Baron Sterak's whereabouts are unknown, but there seems to be news in his sphere of influence that he was personally killed by Dr. Norton."

Whitehall nodded slightly: "Understood."

Bakshi has always respected his officer like a god, and seeing him behave so calmly, he couldn't help feeling a little relieved.He asked tentatively: "So...sir, what shall we do next?"

"Everyone else is fine, what we have to do has never changed."

Whitehall said calmly, closed the big folder in his hand and handed it to Bakshi.The latter took it respectfully, and carefully flipped through a few pages.

He saw an old photo. In the photo was an iron-colored object of unknown material, lying quietly in a black box. Its shape looked somewhat similar to an ancient Egyptian-style obelisk.

"this is?"

"The obelisk is an object with unparalleled power. According to our founder Schmidt (that is, the red skull), this object may explain death itself." Whitehall stood up with his hands behind his back, The eyes behind the glasses shone with a greedy light like a beast, "If we get the obelisk, we will... get everything!"

(End of this chapter)