The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the grass grows and the warblers fly. In front of a section of green lawn in front of Hans Cat Castle, two groups of people met unexpectedly.

"Malik, John Bull is very caring and looks good."

"Oh, Pierce. I'm not used to seeing you without the monitor."

The two chatted and laughed at each other, and grinned lightly at the same time. Malik leaned on crutches, one step ahead of Pierce, half a body faster than him.

After touching the soft lawn with a cane, the aged Malik said:

"Hmph, how is it? The resources of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Malick raised his neck while speaking, and continued in a sentence:

"You old man is always bothering me."

One is a director of the Security Council of SHIELD and the Secretary General of Eagle Banner Defense and Security. Pierce Alexander.

One is John Bull, the representative director of the Security Council, Gideon Malik, the representative of the Hans cat aristocrat with a big family and a big business.

At this time, there was no one around, except for his cronies, and the two went to the castle together.

"It's not me, I have to remind you of this. The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to do his duty," Pierce pointed out.

Malik held his cane and spread his hands.

"It's a good thing that Nick Fury is doing his duty. In fact, it seems that he didn't fully do his duty." As they spoke, the two chuckled again. Stepped into the fortress full of ancient rhyme.

Walking into the hall of the ancient castle, a huge Hydra flag floated safely on the wall.

The two stayed in front of the flag for a short while, Malik touched his nose, and the two climbed up the stairs behind the flag to the meeting room upstairs.

"You two are late!"

"It's the two of you who came early, Hotwell." Malik, who was on crutches, didn't give anything, and Hotwyer, who asked, had a good face. He went straight to his seat and sat down.

Leaving Pierce alone seemed a little lonely. He smiled politely and awkwardly at Holtwyer, and rounded up:

"Looks like you've been chatting with your students for quite a while. How's life in the ruins, Sterak?"

"There is a little bit of boredom in the excitement. To be honest, I think Hale is quite suitable for the life of building a new Hydra base. The beautiful life full of laughter makes me sick." Si with a monocle round mirror Trak said indifferently, but facing Pierce, his expression was awe-inspiring.

"Don't mention that experimental product, women have always been a burden outside the overall situation." Hotwyer stopped Strack's arrogance, and raised his voice three notes

"If you are willing to exchange with her, then you go to Africa to mine for me! Hydra's resources are not wasted for you!"

Seeing Hotwyer's fury, Pierce silently pulled out the bench and sat down. Strucker, who was accused, was shocked, and was sitting in danger, accepting the guidance of his mentor.

Haltwyer, a character mentioned about twice in the previous article.

A great remnant of HYDRA!

He was a big man who survived Hydra during World War II. At this time, Hydra was replaced by old and new, and he became the leader of Hydra.

It is the chief culprit who directly caused Jiaying's tragedy, and it is the character that Daisy most wants to torture and kill, not one of them.

The ranking Daisy gave him was several floors higher than Thanos!

At this time, Hotwyer didn't know it, and he secretly cultivated a curse.

Hotwell's identity made him proud of Pierce and Malik present.

No matter how high their status in the world is, in Hydra, they are always below themselves, this is the right.

"Pierce, what I want..." Holtwyer gave Pierce a friendly little look.

Pierce was stunned for a while, because Hautwyer asked him for things frequently on weekdays, thought for a while, and stroked his clothes.

"SSR-084? It's not like you don't know about this thing..." Pierce expressed helplessness.

After Pierce became the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he secretly liberated Reinhardt, who was imprisoned for life, with his own authority, that is, Hotwyer who changed his name in front of him. Hotwyer used some special ability to restore his appearance, but while avoiding the wind, he missed the S.H.I.E.L.D. when Pierce was in power.

"Only two people have tenth-level authority. One is the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the other is the current president of Eagle Banner. To protect the obelisk, people with tenth-level authority are not allowed to touch it. Maybe we can ask the president to accommodate this matter."

Pierce spread his hands on the table, looking helpless. I have more rights in S.H.I.E.L.D. than Nick Fury, but I have a blind spot when it comes to the opening of authority levels.

The president is his rhetoric. There is too much instability in the transition of the president, and Hydra is not easy to control, so Pierce complained.

"Then help me take care of my toys. One day, I will get them." With that said, Hotwyer straightened his tie knot, showing great confidence.

"There are only four people in this year's round table meeting? This is really the tragedy of Hydra. I mean, there should be fewer people." Hotwyer, who was sitting on the octopus head, glanced at the person who had been promoted by himself. Strack, looking at Malik maliciously again.

Malik was not surprised, he took over the words:

"There should be two Thule associations, and the tradition should be respected."

From the beginning of the decline of Hydra, the round table meeting must wait for everyone to be present before it can start, which is a tradition.

The Thule Association was an important association for the recovery of Hydra after World War I. Hydra must respect the Thule Association, this is a tradition!

The Malik family is the purest Hydra. This is tradition too!

Even to remind Hotwyer is also a warning.

Originally, the Hydra organization was a sacrificial organization that worshiped evil gods, and they believed in Hydra. It is believed that sacrificing enough life to the Hydra will allow the Hydra to descend and control the world. Of course, such a stupid and ignorant dogma would not be believed by anyone as crazy as the Red Skull. During World War II, it was John Schmidt who regrouped and strengthened Hydra. Since then, Hydra has become a terrorist organization that threatens the safety of the world.

But since the end of World War II, most of Hydra's power has returned to the hands of the old forces. Without Dr. Zola's "Bo Langsha Strike", many resources were stolen from SHIELD to reorganize Hydra. Today's Hydra will not have such achievements.

Therefore, including Holtwyer, the former Red Skull fanatics have always looked down on the old school Hydra, and the old school who regard themselves as pedigree also look down on the fanatics. It is believed that the fanatics killed Hydra.

It's just that things have changed until now, and the internal conflicts have gradually faded a lot. Everyone is in charge of the one-acre three-point hydra under their own hands, and no one will hinder anyone.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. job is more like a warehouse watcher. Where resources are needed, move them. If someone questions them, the Security Council will cover them.

Hotwell smiled contemptuously, ridiculed by the fanatics.

Malik touched his nose indifferently. Your ridicule, I, don't care.

The surrounding atmosphere became oppressive, Pierce took out the Zippo lighter in his pocket, and played along the edge of the lighter. Under such silent pressure, the young Strack didn't dare to breathe, and crossed his two thumbs boredly.

On the round table of Hydra, the four Hydra who lead the new world sit on this round table with different thoughts, waiting for the start of this round table meeting.

Roundtable meetings are held every three years to determine the general direction and goals for the future.

“[Insight Plan], Nick Fury has been promoting, how strong his execution ability is, it is obvious to all”

"But your preparations are just like your early [Yuanwang Project], with no results."

At the end of the meeting, everyone began to chat about some arrangement issues in detail. Pierce was the first to be questioned, and Holtwyer's arrogant tone made Wen Jing such as Pierce feel a little angry and unwilling.

"With Dr. Zola, in terms of calculations, there will always be no mistakes."

"Hmph, he's just a bunch of old data."

Hotwyer overwhelmed everyone and stood up slowly, with haughty and cold eyes, staring at the two old men from the Tule Association.

"I'm sorry for my previous slip of the tongue. I hope that more and more people will participate in the Hydra roundtable meeting in the future. After all, those who are participating now are all stinky fish and shrimp, huh."

With that said, the young and handsome man shook his head and left.

"Long live Hydra!"

Others echoed: "He~Hi Claw"

The two old men from the Thule Association were so angry that they couldn't even hold their crutches steadily, and everyone present watched Hotwyer leave in embarrassment. until he leaves completely.

The only person present with a fairly normal face was Malik, who was the most excluded on weekdays. He got up and tapped the floor with his crutches, then cleared his throat.

"Oh, it's finally over. One of my good proposals, go for a walk and get some fresh air." With that, he left with a sunny smile on his face.

"Long live Hydra!"

The others wobbled and went downstairs one after another. Malik is in a good mood, originally his original intention was not to argue.

During the Red Skull, the family gave way to Schmidt.

During the period of defeat, the family policy remained unchanged.

At this point, Hautwyer wants to take power, so let him go. His own part is not passive, and he can do whatever he wants.

Stepping on the grass with big strides, a young girl walked towards Malik. This made Malik, who originally felt the peace of the grassland, a little downcast.

"Miss Cynthia, you are late. The meeting is over."

Cynthia Schmidt's delicate little face, glowing pink, looks very cute. It's just that in Game of Thrones, it's useless to look at faces.

"I know." Cynthia had regrets on her face, but she didn't care in an instant.

She went on to say, "I just want to get my great-grandfather's diary, nothing else matters."

Malik turned his head to look at the other people who were walking this way, and secretly sighed.

"Mr. Schmidt's remaining relics were collected by Mr. Hautwyer, if you want to take it"

At this point, Malik turned around and lowered his head and whispered softly in Cynthia's ear: "The secret will be discovered by him~lightnovelpub.net~."

"Mr. Schmidt's secrets, I believe, are far more than 'Odin's Treasure', but if you want to revive the family tradition, you need patience."

As he spoke, Malik turned around and was about to leave, then turned back and continued talking.

"Next time, round table meeting, you can come earlier."

These words hit Cynthia sorely, she pouted like a little girl, and started talking

"Now that I'm in S.H.I.E.L.D., it's hard to apply for a vacation! The worst thing is that the plane is actually delayed. Not to mention the flight delay, I was even stolen from my wallet by a thief. After finally catching up with the thief, I have to be interviewed by the police. , I just accidentally fell on the way here and sprained my ankle. The Kenan thief who played against me in the game yesterday was annoying. He kept clicking on me. After I came out of the police station, I found that my luggage was still left behind. At the airport, I rushed back to the airport, they said my luggage was missing..."

Malik saw the sad look of the little girl, and Bulu Bulu said a lot of grievances, thinking of his daughter, and feeling sorry for the little Hydra who lost power and power.

Being excluded, after all, is inevitable.

Gently patted Cynthia Schmidt on the shoulder, stopped her slightly crying narration, turned and left.

Pierce walked slowly to Cynthia, stopped and said

"Miss Cynthia, the journey must have been hard. Happy holidays"

She walked past her with a smile, and some people walked behind her.

Strack stopped beside her, looked at her, said nothing, smiled and walked away.

Cynthia stomped her feet and looked at the backs of these people angrily. She swore

"Sooner or later, I will make you kneel before me!"