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Chapter 400 Silence is Tonight's New York (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2023-07-12 07:23:54 +0000 UTCIn DC World With Marvel Chat Group : Table of Content/Chapter List
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Looking at Loki's expression, Schiller speculated, "Do they want to help you ascend to the throne?"
Loki took a deep breath and said, "You know what? If I hadn't gone up there and taken a look, maybe I really would have been lost in their sweet talk. When the Asgardians are genuinely enthusiastic about you, you will feel that they are so sincere and friendly."
Loki's voice trembled slightly as he said, "That feeling of having power handed to you and being begged to wield it is the most addictive poison in the world."
His arm began to tremble as well, and he said, "I overestimated the weight of my past hatreds in my memory. I admit I wavered..."
"Because those hatreds are in the past, while power and honor are in the present," Schiller sighed and said, "Few people can truly remember the past. Most people are pursuing the present."
"But luckily..." There was a hint of fear in Loki's tone as he said, "Before this, I saw the view above Space, and I saw the final outcome of all the stories. That despair was even more bone-chilling."
"So what did you do?"
"I originally wanted Thor to confine me, so I could legitimately avoid contact with anyone and they wouldn't bother me anymore. But that idiot Thor refused no matter what," Loki's tone became more teeth-grindingly angry.
"His damn untimely tenderness and kindness are always the biggest obstacles to all my plans."
"But you actually enjoyed it, didn't you?" Schiller said with a laugh.
"I'm not joking," Loki said seriously, "It was originally a perfect plan. He and I would fake a fight, and then he would lock me up. Not only could that save me a lot of trouble, but it could also intimidate them."
"If someone planned to rescue me, I would directly sell them out to Thor, and then Thor could legitimize dealing with them. I explained this plan to him at least a dozen times, but he just wouldn't agree."
Loki took a deep breath, seeming very regretful, and said, "So I had to settle for second best and came up with an excuse to run away, but this can't last long, because besides me, they have other candidates."
"Such as?"
"They originally wanted to choose Balder, after all, he is the legitimate heir of the God-King and the most admired Asgardian successor. But Balder doesn't want to get involved in this mess at all."
"Originally, he was in a stalemate with Hela, but as soon as he heard about those people's plans, he quickly went back to sleep on the World Tree."
"So, only..." Loki's expression became somewhat solemn, "Yes, only Hela."
"What does Hela think?"
Loki pursed his lips and said, "I'm not sure. His attitude is somewhat ambiguous, and I don't know if they convinced him privately and are planning something. You know, I can't get too close to him."
Schiller pressed his finger against his upper lip, trying to suppress his desire to laugh, and said, "I think if you use a little charm, it might be much more effective than their persuasion."
"Don't be silly," Loki waved his hand and said, "Hela is just playing around when he's bored. It's impossible for that to change his decision on serious matters."
"If it's just him alone, I'm not afraid, but if all the warmongers in Asgard stand with him, Thor may be in danger."
Loki leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and fell silent for a moment. His voice became somewhat cold as he said, "When you proposed that plan to me earlier, I was still hesitant, but now that the situation has developed to this extent..."
He shook his head and said, "No pain, no gain. Any change of dynasty is inevitably accompanied by bloodshed. If the royal family doesn't want bloodshed, then..."
Loki opened his eyes, his expression gradually returning to normal, but the deliberately prolonged intonation in his voice revealed a bone-chilling coldness.
"In a sense, in this era, you are more suitable to be the king of Asgard than Thor. Thor is not yet a qualified emperor because he is not ruthless enough."
"If being ruthless enough can save Asgard, and not being ruthless enough can save himself, Loki, what would you choose?"
Loki fell silent."But his expression told Schiller that his first answer had surprised him.
"Well, now let's talk about my plan."
Schiller leaned back in his chair and behind him, through the floor-to-ceiling window, Sun's figure gradually appeared, then sank lower and lower until it approached the horizon, followed by another calm dusk, and then the same quiet and peaceful night.
Schiller put the cold coffee aside, picked up another cup, poured himself a glass of cold water, took a sip, and then put the cup aside. He walked back to his seat and frowned, saying, "Someone called and said you're a drug-making expert. Are drug-making experts now not concerned about the taste of drugs?"
Just as he said this, the silhouette of a woman gradually appeared in the chair opposite him. She was an elegant and sexy woman with long black hair and dark red lips, wearing a dark green fishtail dress and holding a cigarette in her hand.
"Hello, my name is Ophelia, I'm from Hungary."
She took a puff of smoke, exhaled slowly, and said in a Hungarian-accented English, "I'm sorry I spilled your coffee, but I believe you wouldn't mind making another cup for both of us."
"Do you like to drink coffee at night?" Schiller asked as he looked at her.
"It depends. If I plan to go to bed early, of course I won't drink it. But tonight is going to be an interesting night, don't you think?" Ophelia's voice was normal and not alluring, but it still managed to capture all of Schiller's attention.
Schiller sat in his chair, looking at her and recalling Natasha's image, comparing the two women's charisma. He thought that perhaps because she was not Black Widow's target, Natasha had not deliberately seduced him, so he felt that Hydra Lady was still the better choice.
"What are you thinking?" Ophelia leaned forward, rested her elbow on the table, and propped her chin up as she looked into Schiller's eyes.
"I'm thinking about another woman," Schiller replied.
Ophelia fell silent.
"Are you trying to provoke me on purpose?" Ophelia leaned back, but still stared at Schiller's eyes and said, "You've killed a lot of people recently, many of whom were my people."
"Yes, you were buried in Pierce's power, but he ended up turning all of you into his pawns." Schiller said, "Don't stare at me with that fierce look, I'm just stating a fact."
"Anyway, your time is up, doctor." Ophelia stared at Schiller with her eyes, but Schiller reached out and said, "Hold on, let me make a call."
Ophelia's anger was almost uncontrollable, but Schiller walked to the telephone table in front of the door, dialed a number, and said, "Move in."
With a crack, a lightning bolt struck the roof of the newly renovated old bank, and a few seconds later, a woman with a buzz cut rushed out of the floor-to-ceiling window and shouted, "Doctor! I'm going to kill you!"
But immediately afterwards, the sky lit up again, and another lightning bolt struck. Ophelia didn't have time to dodge and was directly blown out. When she climbed up, black energy emanated from her body.
This energy formed a shield around her body, and she roared, "Who is it?! Come out!"
The answer to her was a continuous stream of lightning, and because the lightning was too dense, Ophelia couldn't withstand it with her energy shield. She dodged and ran, and the lightning chased her down in New York State.Soon, this peculiar weather phenomenon attracted a lot of onlookers, and many Hydra members recognized the figure shrouded in dark energy, who was none other than the famous Hydra Lady.
Above the clouds, Loki held Mjolnir in one hand and an Earth globe in the other, and Thunderbolts rained down from the hammer, chasing the fleeing Hydra Lady.
Ophelia had considered fighting back, but she also wanted to fly up and see where the lightning was coming from. The problem was that her energy was not enough to maintain a shield and fly at the same time. If she wanted to fly, she had to remove the shield.
She couldn't withstand the terrible lightning strikes with her physical body alone, everything depended on that dark energy. Just when she was thinking of extracting more of that energy, she found that the demon god she had contracted with, Chthon, was unreachable.
Ophelia was really going crazy. She didn't communicate with the great being very often, but every time she could borrow tremendous power. That was her capital for survival. But at this critical moment, Chthon's phone couldn't get through, no matter how much Ophelia prayed, the great shadow Chthon remained unresponsive.
So, what was Chthon doing?
In the dimension filled with chaotic energy, a Scarlet Witch girl held her arms and said, "We didn't want to change the terms temporarily. The demon gods in the hell dimension protested together, saying that Sanctum Sanctorum gave you too generous terms, which was disrespectful to their old customers."
"But I'm stronger than them!" Chthon roared, "Don't you know? Don't you realize that you're much stronger than those useless contract holders?"
"Stop it," Wanda snorted and said, "Don't think I don't know. Besides me, you have also developed many secret female human followers. What do you want to do?"
Wanda made a somewhat disgusting expression and said, "You remind me of some scumbags who play multiple girls. They say they are the best to me on the surface, but they say the same thing to all the girls in private..."
In fact, Chthon couldn't understand what she was talking about at all. He felt that the emotions of human beings were too changeable, and he couldn't understand them at all. His contract holder, Wanda, seemed to have only two states in a day: angry and extremely angry.
Wanda could be so tough for a reason. She was a mutant with extraordinary abilities, and her reality-warping abilities could even affect Chthon.
As long as she believed that she was a follower of Chthon, she could provide him with a continuous stream of massive faith power. Simply put, Chthon was pursuing Wanda.
While Wanda was causing trouble, Ophelia kept calling Chthon. Although Chthon couldn't understand Wanda's emotions, his instincts told him that if he answered another follower's call at this time, not to mention negotiating with Sanctum Sanctorum, his Earth agent would be in danger.
So Ophelia kept calling, and Chthon kept hanging up. Ophelia could only use a small amount of remaining dark energy for self-preservation and could not fight back.
But the amount of energy she could store in her body was limited, and soon she had less and less of it. Ophelia had to focus on evasion rather than trying to withstand the lightning strikes like before.
At this point, the lightning changed its strategy and became even more intense, driving Ophelia to keep moving.
She was chased from New York State, through Mexico, across Colombia, then passing through Brazil and arriving in Argentina. Then, she had to cross the Pacific Ocean to reach Australia.
Afterward, she traveled from Madagascar northward, passing through Congo, Sudan, Egypt, and the entire Europe, and finally arrived in Siberia after crossing Kazakhstan.
When she ran onto an endless barren plain in Siberia, a helicopter suddenly landed in front of her, and a familiar figure walked down from the helicopter.
"Evan Brown?!" Ophelia yelled, looking disheveled and crazy, "Aren't you supposed to be dead from an assassination? How are you still alive?!"
"Wait! Help me quickly! On account of us being colleagues!"
"I was ambushed by that damn doctor!"
Yevgeny Sakarov, a senior KGB intelligence officer with gray hair, walked forward and shook hands with Ophelia, saying in Russian, "Hello, let me reintroduce myself. My name is Yevgeny Sakarov. I was sent to New York in December 1977 to carry out a long-term undercover mission and joined the Hydra New York District organization during the mission."
"Then, with your help, I successively held positions in the IRS, the Federal Reserve, the Treasury Department, and...the U.S. Congress."
Yevgeny smiled and said, "Hail Hydra."
Ophelia was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect to meet someone from her past in such a remote place. But she quickly regained her composure and asked, "So, what do you want from me?"
Yevgeny explained, "I was sent by the Russian government to track down Hydra members who fled Russia after the collapse of the Soviet Union. We received intelligence that you were hiding here, and we came to offer you protection in exchange for your cooperation."
Ophelia hesitated for a moment, but she knew that she had no other choice. She had been on the run for too long, and her energy was nearly depleted. She couldn't fight back anymore.
So, she accepted Yevgeny's offer and went with him to a secret underground facility in the Siberian wilderness, where she was given medical assistance and a safe place to stay.
But Ophelia couldn't forget the humiliation she suffered at the hands of Loki and the Avengers. She knew she had to come up with a plan to get revenge and regain her power.
So, she started to make a plan, a plan that would involve the help of her demon god contract holder, Chthon, and the Russian government.
But that's a story for another time.
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