Marvel – Immortal Path

The basement of an old mansion in the old city of Gotham, which has been invaded by wind and rain.

Mr. Penguin, whose full name is Oswald Chester Phil de Kobot, pushed the monocle on the bridge of his nose and lay on the creaking wooden chair, casually With a snap of his fingers, he let the butler who was waiting to leave, and opened the heavy door.

This is a narrow and cramped secret room. There is a layer of unrecognizable dark dirt on the floor. On the windows that serve as the basement vents, the short and thick iron railings are rusty and the surface is red. The copper-colored iron rust is mottled and scattered, blowing with the wind.

The half-meter-thick wall made of concrete cuts off all sounds, and it is so quiet that it makes people tremble quietly.

The Penguin took a deep breath, the rotten smell permeating the basement was so familiar, it reminded him of one day when he was a child, because he was playful and mischievous and shut oneself in this secret room that no one opened. In the basement.

The history of this basement goes back to 1800. At that time, the patriarch of Coporter was a reclusive rich man by nature. The upper class didn’t know much about him, but he was a penguin who was a child at the time. Through the torture instruments stacked in the corner of the basement, I learned about the secret hobby of the Kobot ancestor.

Torturing black slaves.

Cross full of irony, steel shackles covered with blood, salted leather whips, surgical saws of unknown use, and stacks of iron buckets that make breathing stagnate Flaky skin.

The inside of the already burnt skins are filled with ink that will not fade two hundred years ago, the portrait of Mr. Copper, who owned it, was pale, fat, and ordinary.

The penguin, who was still a child, was in the basement with the torture instrument. The horrible howls of black slaves lingered in his ears for two centuries. In the gloom, those unwilling Soul Spirits lingered around, seemingly He tried to strangle the enemy's descendants with his blood-red arms that had lost his skin.

Little Copper was not found and rescued until five days later. He survived by eating up a litter of dark mice in the corner...

The memory is so vivid that the corner of the gang leader’s mouth raised a sneer of sarcasm. The things he did are no more noble than that of the ancestor.

If you talk about the scope of harm to society, The huge gray chain of interests operated by the Penguins far exceeds the "feat" of their ancestors.

"Mr. Copper, although we are partners, my time is very valuable. If you have any important matters, please finish quickly..."

For this Gotham gangster with such an arrogant attitude and such a frivolous tone, he stood in the corner of the basement. He walked out of the darkness and pushed the monocle on his right eye that was somewhat similar to the Penguin.

He is a tall and burly middle-aged man, wearing a suit, bald head, and his forehead is covered with dirt like cracks. The accent is stiff and he sounds like a German.

Of course, the most striking thing is the steel mechanical gloves on his right hand and the silver brooch on his chest.

The shape of the brooch is roughly a skull, with six tentacle-like pendants at the bottom. The overall simplicity is introverted, and there is nothing surprising except a trace of weird and dark. You can spend ten at a cheap jewelry store. USD bought a whole dozen similar non-mainstream brooches.

But the Penguins knew that this brooch, which imitated the nine-headed monster Hydra in Greek mythology, really represented the huge organization that entangled the dark side of human society-Hydra.

World War II caused the German 3rd Empire to collapse, and the remnants of the Communist Party lurking in the ruins hung down, infiltrating the entire Earth in a secretive and quiet manner.

Africa warlord with countless crimes, Mexico drug lord wanted by the CIA worldwide, and even Southeast Asia's human organ trading snakeheads lurking deep in the wild and barren land,

Maybe in the eyes of ordinary people , They are all terrible figures who stop children crying at night, but who knows that it is Hydra that is behind the scenes that controls and supports warlords, drug lords, and snakeheads.

This organization operates hundreds of billions of USD interest groups through supporting agents, including gold, oil, diamonds, poisons, arms, organs...

Roughly estimated, the whole world There are at least 4 million people living on this gray chain of interests in the area. If placed in the Middle Ages, you can directly enlist the territories, and this is just Hydra's sphere of influence on the surface!

From NYSE (New York Stock Exchange) to NASDAQ (Nasdaq Stock Market), from ECB (European Central Bank) to Abu Dhabi consortium,

The shadow of Hydra Everywhere, it has penetrated most of the large international financial institutions and cannibalized human society with the Supreme status of capital.

What kind of terrorist activities threatened by explosions are not on the stage at all. It is the plan that Hydra is interested in implementing, affecting the manipulation of elections in small countries, instigating international disputes and setting off wars, creating financial tsunami, and economic crises.

It occupies firmly in the center of the web like a spider, entrenched in the dark side of this world.

Compared with a huge power of this magnitude, what are Batman and Captain America? They are all small shrimps that can't carry the noodles.

For Hydra, however, the time to leap to the surface and recast the glory of the former empire has not really arrived.

It is like the last century, relying on financial games, was rich in the enemy’s country. The Jewish consortium also had to rely on the Mi Di, who holds the martial power of hegemony, to fulfill the Jewish long-cherished wish of establishing a nation for thousands of years.

If Hydra wants to appear formally, it must accumulate enough armed forces in secret.

At this moment, the man standing in front of the Penguin is a leader of the Hydra organization, Baron Wolfgang von Strucker.

The Penguins don’t know much about this Mr. Strucker. He met Strucker after he got on line with Hydra more than ten years ago. Over the years, Strucker is still the middle-aged bald head. The look of a man.

Mr. Baron of Hydra noticed the curiosity in the Penguin’s eyes and just laughed at will, "Mr. Copper, if you are interested, after officially joining Hydra, I can give you approval. Super medicament, it can help you regain your youth..."

"If this medicament is really so magical, I am afraid you Hydra has long been used to confuse the upper class who cannibalize the whole world. Dormant and concealed?"

Penguin said nonchalantly: "Either the effect of this medicament is not as good as you said, or the side effects are too serious and the fatality rate is too high."

Baron raised his eyebrows: "The special medicament has stabilized a lot after several rounds of tests, and it will not take long to come up with practical products."

The corners of the penguin’s mouth are grinned in a strange arc. The tragic white teeth sketched a contemptuous smile: "Listening to Mr. Strucker, I am longing for long life, but I am even more eager for an unfettered free life. Save these useless tricks and sit down and talk about business."

"... as you wish." Baron Strucker pulled the chair away and sat down, put his chin on the back of his hand, and said with deep eyes: "About the one who sect the Richard family Murderer, we have found out a little bit..."