The Big Devil

Chapter 220 I am the Nine-Headed God

There are so many beauties on the beach, just as Skye fell asleep next to him, what a chance to enjoy the beautiful scenery, Wayne is not willing to waste it on a person who is an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. but secretly is Hydra .

Huh, wait.

Hydra?
Wayne pulled out the big devil's system panel to look at the "Slave Manipulation" skill, and then thought about the original plot...

Immediately take it to heart.

A few days ago, when Wayne was looking for the Purple Man, he found that his intelligence network was insufficient, and he wanted to secretly set up a large global organization to serve him.

Thinking about it now, it is too strenuous to build such an organization from scratch, it is better to take over a ready-made one.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is watched by the Security Council, and is also watched by the governments of various countries. It is not the first choice to be restrained.

But Hydra is suitable!

Hydra has infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. very seriously. It can be said that it has what S.H.I.E.L.D. has, and it has what S.H.I.E.L.D. does not have.

Control Hydra for your own use...

It seems to be messed up.

As far as Wayne knows, the modern Hydra has been scattered into many branches. Agent Sitwell's allegiance is the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Alexander Pierce, and he is highly valued by Pierce.

So, start with Sitwell, control Pierce's line of hydra, and then follow the steps to control the other branches of hydra...

There is no problem in logic, now it depends on whether the skill of enslavement control is not strong enough!
"System, add some points!"

"Ding: Enslavement control +100"

"Ding: Enslavement control +100"

……

In this way, Wayne dropped a thousand negative emotion points each time, closing his eyes and quietly feeling the changes in the slavery control.

When the skill value of enslavement control reached [-] points, Wayne suddenly opened his eyes and nodded in satisfaction.

Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. Wayne's ability to control slavery is far beyond what the Purple Man can match.

Purple people control ordinary people. Generally speaking, they can only forcibly control for about 24 hours at a time. If they want to control for a long time, they must refill it every day.

And Wayne greatly extended this time, one time is enough to forcefully control it for several months!

Of course this is for ordinary people.

If it is a person with special abilities, that is another matter.

For example, Martin Lee, who can transform, Wayne feels that slavery control can't control him at all.

In addition, the enslavement control ability obtained from the purple man is very special. Its essence is to use hormones to affect the brain neurons of the controlled person.

If it is not forcibly controlled, but guided properly, this kind of control can even be permanent!
Let’s take a long-winded example.

Some people like to drink salty tofu nao, while others like to drink sweet tofu nao.

They even call each other evil.

If you use this enslavement control skill to tell people who love to drink sweet tofu nao, salty tofu nao is actually not bad, you see so many people like to drink it, it can't be poison, try it, it must be delicious.

This is called proper guidance, with basic logic and reasons.

Affected by slavery, people who originally regarded salty bean curd as a poison tasted it and found it to be okay, and even liked the taste quite a bit.

I drank it every day for several months, but never encountered sweet tofu nao.

After a few months, the enslavement effect disappears. Will this person really go back to a few months ago in an instant and regard salty tofu brain as poison?
No, he still regards salted tofu nao as a delicacy.

Taste buds and brains get used to this change and form a conditioned reflex.

Your mouth waters when you see salty tofu, can you resist taking a sip?
In this way, the duration of the enslavement control becomes, in a sense, permanent.

And Wayne was going to do just that.

He will not force others to commit suicide like that idiot of the purple man, or force the other side to strip their clothes and stretch their legs.

He only needs to use the ability of enslavement to control, give the opponent a hint with a little logic and reason, and continue to guide secretly, so that the opponent can make up a lot of things he needs.

……

Three hours later, Wayne went to see Sitwell.

The conversation between the two was quite satisfactory, and it ended after half an hour, and Sitwell left.

After waiting for him to leave, Wayne changed his clothes, activated the power of the devil, and applied illusion to his face, turning into an ordinary male appearance, soaring into the sky, chasing after Sitwell .

Wayne’s personal design is a powerful demon hunter. This identity is not a secret in the eyes of senior agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. It’s very inappropriate to have multiple Hydra characters rashly. It’s better to open a vest without anyone noticing. .

filthy filthy~
Sitwell drove down the road, aiming for the S.H.I.E.L.D. base in Hawaii.

He was alone in the car, listening to music and humming, quite entertaining himself.

Suddenly, his gaze swept across the rearview mirror inside the car, his eyes suddenly widened, and layers of cold sweat oozed from his bald head.

I saw a man sitting in the back row of the car that was originally empty.

The man is Wayne in disguise.

Sitwell watched for a moment and saw Wayne sitting still, quietly reaching for the pistol.

At this time, Wayne said lightly: "Don't be nervous, I have no malicious intentions, if I want to kill you, you are already dead."

Sitwell suddenly felt that this was very reasonable, and the tension in his heart eased a lot, so he stopped grabbing the gun, took a deep breath and continued driving:
"When did you get in the car?"

"I just got in the car."

"Impossible, my car never stops..."

shuh~
Sitwell suddenly felt dazzled, and Wayne got into the co-pilot from the back seat.

creak~
Sitwell slammed on the brakes, and the car skidded a few laps before pulling over sideways.

"Ding: Negative emotion value from Sitwell +199"

Gollum~
Sitwell lay on the steering wheel, looked at Wayne's calm face and was not affected by the sudden braking, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and couldn't help asking: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"It does not matter."

Sitwell: "..."

How could this not be important! ?
Wayne's tone made Sitwell elusive. He paused for a while before asking, "OK, what do you want to do then?"

"I smell faith in you."

"??? I don't believe in God."

Wayne suddenly turned his head to stare at Sitwell, with red eyes flickering in his eyes: "I'm not referring to God either."

Sitwell felt cold when he saw it: "Then what are you referring to?"

"Hydra, you smell like Hydra."

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

In an instant, the system prompts in Wayne's ears joined together, indicating that Sitwell was in an extremely restless mood.

boom!
Shocked, frightened and angry, Sitwell grabbed the pistol and shot Wayne in the head.

"Good marksmanship, right between the eyebrows."

Wayne reached out and pinched the severely deformed bullet from between his eyebrows, "But the concentration is not enough, and it needs to be sharpened."

Seeing the bullet in Wayne's palm, Sitwell was almost dumbfounded. He didn't hear what Wayne was saying, and turned his head to push the car door to get out of the car.

bang bang bang~
The car door couldn't be pushed open.

It wasn't Wayne who did it, it was simply Sitwell who was too flustered.

click~
The car door was finally pushed open, Sitwell had a happy face, and one foot popped out of the car door, trying to get out of the car.

shuh~
But suddenly, his eyes blurred. Wayne, who was originally sitting in the co-pilot, was standing in front of the car door, blocking his way out of the car.

Wayne pressed the car door with one hand and looked down at Sitwell: "Why did you run away all of a sudden? I told you, I didn't want to kill you."

Sitwell suddenly felt that he didn't want to run anymore, because he felt that running was useless, so he sat back in the car dejectedly.

shuh~
Wayne was in the co-pilot again.

Not teleportation.

It's simply because the speed is too fast, coupled with the illusion driven by the power of the devil.

You can only fool a mortal like Sitwell, not even a camera.

But enough is enough.

Under Wayne's intimidation and hints, Sitwell was completely frightened.

The years of training at the SHIELD Academy hadn't helped, because the SHIELD Academy hadn't taught him how to deal with ghosts.

Inside the car, Sitwell was silent for a while, and asked, "Why did you find me, and what do you want to do?"

"As I said, I smell the belief that you have Hydra on your body, and I am the Hydra you believe in."

(End of this chapter)