Chapter 404: Silence Is Niuyuezhou Tonight (Part 3)

Looking at Loki's complexion, Schiller speculated: "Are they trying to support you to the throne?"

Loki took a deep breath and said, "Do you know? If I hadn't gone up to take that look, maybe I would have really been lost in their flowery words. When Asgardians are truly enthusiastic about you, you will feel that they are so sincere and friendly."

Loki's voice trembled slightly. He said, "That feeling of sending power in front of you and begging you to drive it is the most addictive poison in this world."

His arms also began to tremble somewhat. He said, "I overestimated the weight of those hatreds in the past in my memory. I admit, I once wavered..."

"Because those hatreds are the past, and power and honor are the present." Schiller sighed and said, "Few people can truly remember the past. Most people are chasing the present."

"But fortunately..." Loki's tone revealed a trace of lingering fear. He said, "Before this, I had seen the scenery above the universe and seen the final ending of all stories. That kind of despair is more unforgettable."

"So what did you do?"

"I originally wanted to let Thor place me under house arrest, so I could justifiably not have contact with anyone, and they wouldn't come to bother me again." Loki's tone became somewhat gnashing of teeth again.

"That damn, untimely softheartedness and kindness of his will always be the biggest obstacle to all my plans."

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

"I'm not joking." Loki said very seriously, "This was originally a perfect plan. He and I would fake a fight, and then he would lock me up. Not only could it save me a lot of trouble, but it could also deter them."

"If anyone intended to rescue me, I would directly betray them to Thor, and then Thor could justifiably deal with them. I have told him this plan at least a dozen times, but he just refused to agree."

Loki took a deep breath, seemingly very regretful. He said, "So, I had to settle for the second best and found an excuse to run out, but this won't last too long, because besides me, they have other candidates."

"For example?"

"They originally wanted to choose Balder. After all, he is the rightful eldest son of the God King and the most highly regarded heir to Asgard in the past, but Balder didn't want to get involved in this muddy water at all."

"Originally, he was in a stalemate with Hela, but as soon as he heard their intentions, he flew back to the World Tree to sleep."

"So, only..."

Loki said with a somewhat solemn face: "That's right, only Hela is left."

"What does Hela think?"

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

Schiller pressed his upper lip with his finger, trying hard to suppress the expression he wanted to laugh, and said, "I think, if you use a beauty trap, it might be more effective than their persuasion."

"Stop messing around." Loki waved his hand and said, "Hela is just playing when he is bored. This cannot change his decision on serious matters."

"If there is only him, I'm not afraid, but if all the war-mongers in Asgard stand on his side, Thor might be in danger."

Loki leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and after being silent for a while, his voice became somewhat cold: "When you proposed that plan to me before, I was still a bit hesitant, but the situation has developed to this extent..."

He shook his head and said, "No destruction, no construction. Any replacement of a dynasty must be accompanied by bloodshed. If the royal family doesn't want to bleed, then..."

beqege.

Loki opened his eyes. His expression gradually returned to normal, but the tail tone he deliberately lengthened revealed 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 now because he is not ruthless enough."

"If being ruthless enough can save Asgard, and not being ruthless enough can save himself, Loki, how would you choose?"

Loki was silent.

But his expression told Schiller that the first answer in his heart just now exceeded his expectations.

"Fine, now let's talk about my plan."

Schiller leaned back on the back of the chair. In the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, the sun's figure gradually appeared, and then fell lower and lower until it approached the horizon. It was another calm dusk, followed by an equally 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 this cup aside again. He walked back to his seat, frowned, and said, "Someone called and said you are a master of poison. Can masters of poison not consider the taste of poison now?"

Just as he said this sentence, a female outline gradually appeared in the chair opposite him. It was an elegant and sexy woman with long jet-black hair and dark red lips, wearing a dark green fishtail skirt, holding a cigarette in her hand.

"Hello, my name is Ophelia, a Hungarian."

She took a puff of the cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said in English with a Hungarian accent: "I'm sorry, I dirtied your coffee, but I believe you won't mind brewing another cup, and by the way, brew one for me too."

"Do you like drinking coffee at night?" Schiller looked at her and asked.

"It depends. If I plan to go to sleep early, of course I won't drink it, but tonight must be an interesting night, don't you think?" Ophelia's voice was very normal, and her tone didn't have that kind of seductive temptation, but it would attract all of one's attention.

Schiller sat in the chair and sized her up, and recalled the image of Seeing Natasha in his heart, compared the temptation of the two of them. He thought, perhaps because she was not Black Widow's mission target, Seeing Natasha had not specifically seduced him, so he felt that Madame Hydra was still better.

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

"Thinking about another woman." Schiller answered.

Ophelia was silent.

"Are you trying to provoke me on purpose?" Ophelia leaned her body back again, but still stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "You have killed many people recently, and many of them are my people."

"Yeah, the nails you buried in Pierce's forces, but they were all turned against you by him in the end." Schiller said: "Don't stare at me with that fierce look, I'm just stating a fact."

"Regardless, your death date has arrived, Doctor." Ophelia stared at Schiller with her eyes, but Schiller stretched out a hand and said, "Wait, I'll make a phone call."

The anger on Ophelia's face could almost no longer be hidden, but Schiller walked to the phone table in front of the door on his own, dialed a number, and then said to the other side, "Do it."

With a "click", a lightning bolt struck the roof of this old bank that had just been repaired. A few seconds later, a woman with an afro hairstyle rushed out of the floor-to-ceiling window. She shouted: "Doctor!

I'm going to kill you!

!"

But immediately after, the sky lit up again, and another lightning bolt struck over. Ophelia didn't have time to dodge and was directly blown away. After she climbed up, black energy emerged from her body.

This kind of energy formed a shield around her. She looked up and roared: "Who is it?! Come out!

Answering her was a continuous stream of lightning. Because the lightning was too dense, Ophelia didn't dare to use the energy shield to carry it hard. She ran while dodging, and the lightning chased her and fell continuously in Niuyuezhou.

Soon, this peculiar weather phenomenon attracted many onlookers, and many Hydras recognized that the figure wrapped in dark energy was the famous Madame Hydra.

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

It wasn't that Ophelia hadn't thought about fighting back. She also wanted to fly up to see where the source of the lightning was. The problem was that her energy was not enough. If she wanted to maintain the shield, she couldn't maintain her flight. If she wanted to fly, she had to remove the shield.

She didn't have a body that could carry this terrible lightning hard. Everything relied on that kind of dark energy. Just when she wanted to extract this energy to a greater extent, she found that the demon god she contracted couldn't be reached by phone.

Ophelia was really going crazy. She didn't communicate with that great existence many times, but every time she could borrow very huge power. This was the capital she relied on to survive, but at this critical moment, Chthon's phone couldn't be reached no matter how she dialed. No matter how Ophelia prayed, the Great Demon Shadow Chthon had no response.

So, what was Chthon doing?

In the Great Demon Shadow Dimension filled with chaotic energy, a red-haired girl was holding her arms and saying, "... It's not that we want to temporarily change the terms. The demon gods of the Hell Dimension united to protest, saying that the terms the Sanctum Sanctorum gave you are too generous, which is a disrespect to these old customers of theirs."

"But I am stronger than them!" Chthon roared: "Don't you know? Didn't you find that you are much stronger than those waste contractors of theirs?"

"Forget it." Wanda snorted coldly and said, "Don't think I don't know, besides me, you have also developed quite a few secret believers, and they are all female humans. What do you want to do?"

Wanda revealed a somewhat disgusting expression and said, "You remind me of some scumbags who step on several boats. On the surface, you say you are best to me, but privately you say this to all the girls..."

Chthon actually couldn't understand what she was saying at all. He felt that the emotions of humans were too changeable. He couldn't understand at all. His contractor Wanda seemed to have only two states in a day, angry and very angry.

There was a reason why Wanda could be so tough. She herself was a mutant and possessed extraordinary abilities. Her ability to modify reality could even act on Chthon.

As long as she believed that she was Chthon's believer, she could provide Chthon with a steady stream of massive faith power. Simply put, it was Chthon chasing Wanda.

Wanda was making a scene here, Ophelia kept calling Chthon. Although Chthon couldn't understand Wanda's emotions, his instinct told him that if he answered other believers' calls at this time, let alone talking business with the Sanctum Sanctorum, his Earth agent would be gone.

So Ophelia kept calling, and Chthon kept hanging up. Ophelia could only use a small amount of remaining dark energy for self-protection and could not fight back.

But the energy she could store in her body was limited. Soon, the stock became less and less. Ophelia had to focus on dodging, and could not dodge one shot and carry two shots like before.

At this time, the lightning changed its strategy and began to become denser, driving Ophelia to constantly change positions.

She was chased like this, starting from Niuyuezhou, passing through Mexico, crossing Colombia, then passing through Brazil, arriving in Argentina, and then, had to cross the Pacific Ocean and arrive in Australia.

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

After she ran to the endless wilderness of Siberia, a helicopter suddenly landed in front of her, and a familiar figure walked down from the plane.

"Evan Brown?!

!" Disheveled and looking crazy, Ophelia shouted: "Aren't you assassinated? How are you still alive?!"

"... Wait! Save me!

For the sake of us being colleagues!

I have been plotted against by that damn doctor!

Gray-haired Evan Brown walked up, shook hands with Ophelia, and said to her in Russian: "Hello, let me reintroduce myself. My name is Yevgeny Sakharov, a senior intelligence officer of the KGB."

"Went to Niuyuezhou in December 1977 to carry out a long-term lurking mission. In the process of the mission, joined the Hydra Niuyuezhou region organization."

"Furthermore, with your help, successively served in the IRS, the Federal Reserve, the Treasury Department, and... the United States Congress."

Yevgeny smiled and said:

"Long live Hydra."

Ophelia was silent. ===== CHAPTER 405 =====