The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Looking at Loki's face, Schiller speculated: Are they trying to help you rise?

Loki took a deep breath and said: You know what? If I hadn't gone up to take a look, maybe I would have really been lost in their rhetoric. When the Asgardians really become enthusiastic about you, you will I thought they were so sincere and friendly.”

Loki's voice trembled slightly as he said: The feeling of having authority sent to you and begging you to drive it is the most addictive poison in the world.

His arms also began to tremble a little, and he said: I overestimated the weight of the hatred in my memory in the past. I admit that I have been shaken...

Because those hatreds are in the past, but rights and honors are in the present. Schiller sighed and said: Few people can truly remember the past, and most people are chasing the present.

But it's okay... There was a hint of fear in Loki's tone. He said, Before this, I had seen the scenery above the universe and saw the final ending of all stories. The despair was even more unforgettable.

So how did you do it?

I originally wanted Thor to put me under house arrest, so that I could legitimately not have contact with anyone, and they wouldn't bother me anymore, but Thor, this idiot, wouldn't agree to anything. Loki's tone changed again. Becoming a bit gnashing of teeth.

His damned, untimely softness and kindness will always be the biggest hindrance to all my plans.

But you actually enjoyed it, right? Schiller said with a smile.

I'm not kidding. Loki said seriously: This was originally a perfect plan. I had a fake fight with him, and then he locked me up. Not only could it save me a lot of trouble, but it could also serve as a deterrent. them.

If someone plans to rescue me, I will betray them directly to Thor, and then Thor can deal with them legitimately. I have told him this plan at least a dozen times, but he just doesn't agree.

Loki took a deep breath and seemed very regretful. He said, So, I could only do the next best thing and find a reason to run out, but I couldn't hold on for long, because besides me, they had others. candidate.

for example?

They originally wanted to choose Baldr. After all, he is the legitimate eldest son of the God King and the most respected heir to Asgard. But Baldr didn't want to wade into this muddy water at all.

Originally, he was in a stalemate with Hela, but as soon as he heard those people's plans, he quickly went back to sleep on the World Tree.

So, all that's left is...

Loki looked a little solemn and said, Yes, only Hela is left.

What does Hela think?

Loki pursed his lips and said, I'm not sure. His attitude is a bit ambiguous. I don't know if they have convinced Hela privately and are planning something. You know, I can't get too close to him.

Schiller put his finger on his upper lip and tried to suppress his smile. He said, I think if you use a honey trap, it may be much more effective than their persuasion.

Stop making trouble. Loki waved his hand and said, Hela is just having fun when he is bored. This cannot change his decision on serious matters.

If he was the only one, I wouldn't be afraid, but if all the militants in Asgard side with him, Thor might be in danger.

Loki leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. After a moment of silence, his voice became a little cold: When you proposed that plan to me before, I was still a little hesitant, but the situation has developed to the extent it is today. …”

He shook his head and said: It cannot be destroyed or established. The change of any dynasty is bound to be accompanied by bloodshed. If the royal family does not want bloodshed, then...

Loki opened his eyes, and his expression gradually returned to normal, but his deliberately protracted ending was filled with a bone-chilling coldness.

Schiller looked at him and said: In a sense, in this era, you are more suitable to be the king of Asgard than Thor. Thor is not a qualified emperor yet because he is not ruthless enough.

If being ruthless enough allows him to save Asgard, but being ruthless enough allows him to save himself, Loki, what would you choose?

Loki was silent.

But his expression told Schiller that the first answer in his mind just now was beyond his expectation.

Okay, now let's talk about my plan.

Schiller leaned back in his chair. In the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, the sun gradually appeared, and then fell lower and lower again until it was close to the horizon. It was another calm dusk, followed by the same quiet and lonely night.

Schiller put the cold coffee aside, picked up another cup, and poured himself a glass of cold water. After taking a sip, he put the cup aside again. He walked back to his seat, frowned and said: Someone called and said, you are a master of poison making. Now, can masters of poison making ignore the smell of poison?

Just as he said these words, a female silhouette gradually appeared on the chair opposite him. It was an elegant and sexy woman with long black hair and dark red lips, wearing a dark green dress. in a fishtail skirt and holding a cigarette in her hand.

Hello, my name is Ophelia, I'm Hungarian.

She took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said in a Hungarian accent: I'm sorry that I soiled your coffee, but I believe you won't mind making another cup, and make me a cup by the way.

Do you like drinking coffee in the evening? Schiller asked, looking at her.

It depends on the situation. If I plan to go to bed early, of course I won't drink, but tonight will definitely be an interesting night, what do you think? Ophelia's voice was very normal when she spoke, and her tone did not have the temptation to show off, but it was Will attract all the attention.

Schiller sat on the chair and looked at her, and recalled the image of Natasha in his mind, comparing the attractiveness of the two of them. He thought, maybe because she was not the target of the Black Widow's mission, Natasha was not the target of the Black Widow's mission. She didn't seduce him specifically, so he felt that Madam Hydra was better.

What are you thinking about? Ophelia leaned forward, put her elbows on the table, supported her chin, and looked into Schiller's eyes.

Thinking about another woman, Schiller replied.

Ofelia was silent.

Do you want to deliberately provoke me? Ophelia leaned back again, but still stared into Schiller's eyes and said, You have killed many people recently, many of them are my people.

Yes, you were buried in Pierce's power, but in the end you were instigated by him to rebel. Schiller said: Don't stare at me with that fierce look, I'm just telling a fact.

No matter what, your death date has come, doctor. Ophelia stared at Schiller with her eyes, but Schiller stretched out a hand and said, Wait a minute, I'll make a call.

The anger on Ophelia's face could hardly be concealed, but Schiller walked to the telephone table in front of the door, dialed a number, and then said to the other side: Do it.

With a click, a bolt of lightning struck the roof of the newly renovated old bank. A few seconds later, a woman with an afro rushed out of the floor-to-ceiling window. She shouted: Doctor!! I want to kill him. about you!!!

But then, there was another light in the sky, and another bolt of lightning struck. Ophelia was blown away before she had time to dodge. After she got up, her body was filled with black energy.

This energy formed a shield around her, and she raised her head and roared: Who is it?! Come out!!

What answered her was the continuous thunderstorms. Since the thunderstorms were too dense, Ophelia did not dare to use the energy shield to resist them. She ran while hiding, and the thunderbolts chased her and continued to fall in New York State.

Soon, this strange weather phenomenon attracted many onlookers, and many Hydras also recognized the figure wrapped in dark energy, which was the famous Madam Hydra.

Above the clouds, Loki held Mjolnir in one hand and a globe in the other. Lightning bolts fell from the hammer, and the chasing Lady Hydra fled for her life.

It's not that Ofelia has never thought about counterattack, she also wants to fly up to see where the source of the thunder is. The problem is that her energy is not enough. If she wants to maintain the shield, she can't maintain its flight. If she wants to fly, The shield must be removed.

She didn't have the physical body to withstand such a terrifying thunderstorm, and everything relied on that dark energy. When she wanted to extract this energy to a greater extent, she found that the demon god she had contracted could not get through on the phone. .

Ophelia is really going crazy. She doesn't communicate with that great being very often, but every time she can borrow a huge amount of power, which is what she relies on to survive. But at this juncture, Xi Thorne's phone call could not be reached, and no matter how Ophelia prayed, there was no response from the big demon Sithorne.

So, what is Sithorn doing?

In the Great Demon Shadow Dimension filled with chaotic energy, a red-haired girl was crossing her arms and saying: ...It's not that we want to change the terms temporarily. The demon gods in the Hell Dimension united to protest, saying that the terms given to you by the Holy of Holies are too high. It's disrespectful to old customers like them if they are too generous.

But I'm better than them! Sithorn yelled: Don't you know? Didn't you realize that you are much stronger than their useless contractors?

Come on. Wanda snorted coldly and said, Don't think I don't know. In addition to me, you have also developed many secret followers, and they are all female humans. What do you want to do?

Wanda showed a somewhat disgusting expression and said, You remind me of some scumbag men who have a few problems. On the surface, they say they are the best to me, but in private they say the same to all girls...

Sithorn actually couldn't understand what she was talking about at all. He felt that the emotions of human beings changed too much. He couldn't understand it at all. His contractor Wanda seemed to have only two states in a day. Angry and very angry.

There is a reason why Wanda is so tough. She is a mutant herself and has extraordinary abilities. Her ability to modify reality can even be used on Sithorne.

As long as she believes that she is a believer of Sithorn, she can provide Sithorn with a steady stream of massive power of faith. In short, Sithorn pursues Wanda.

Wanda was making trouble here, and Ophelia kept calling Sithorne. Although Sithorne couldn't understand Wanda's emotions, his instinct told him that if he answered calls from other believers at this time, Not to mention negotiating business with the Holy of Holies, his earth agents will all be gone.

Therefore, Ophelia kept fighting and Sithorn kept hanging. Ophelia could only use a small amount of remaining dark energy to protect herself, but could not fight back.

But the energy that could be stored in her body was limited. Soon, the amount was getting less and less. Ophelia had to focus on dodging, instead of dodging one shot and shouldering two as before.

At this time, Luo Lei changed his strategy and began to become more dense, driving Ofelia to keep moving.

She was chased from New York State, through Mexico, through Colombia, then through Brazil, to Argentina, and then had to cross the Pacific to Australia.

Then all the way north from Madagascar, through Congo, Sudan, Egypt, and all of Europe, along Kazakhstan to Siberia.

After she ran to the endless wasteland of Siberia, a helicopter suddenly landed in front of her, and a familiar figure stepped off the plane.

Evan Brown?!!! Ophelia, disheveled and crazy-looking, shouted: Weren't you assassinated? How come you're still alive?!

...Wait! Save me quickly!! For the sake of us being colleagues!! I was plotted by that damn doctor!!

The gray-haired Evan Brown stepped forward, shook Ophelia's hand, and said to her in Russian: Hello, let me introduce you again. My name is Yevgeny Sakarov, a senior KGB intelligence officer. personnel.

He went to New York in December 1977 to perform a long-term latent mission and joined the Hydra New York State region organization during the mission.

And, with your help, I served in the IRS, the Federal Reserve, the Treasury Department, and...the U.S. Congress.

Yevgeny smiled and said:

Long live Hydra.

Ofelia was silent.

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