Leader?
Rumlow and Sitwell looked at each other and saw a touch of shock in each other's eyes.
This woman with the red cloth mask was actually not the leader of these men in black!
Under the shocked eyes of the two, the woman with the red cloth mask jumped down from a beam that was more than ten meters high, heavily smashing into the marble floor, and terrifying cracks spread out.
This move clearly subdued Rumlow.
As a mortal, his physical strength could be considered outstanding, but if he jumped down from a beam that was more than ten meters high, even if he did not die, he would have to break his leg, but this woman was unscathed, which showed how abnormal her physical fitness was!
Rumlow estimated in his heart that if he did not rely on any weapons to fight this woman with his bare hands, he would be beaten to death in less than ten seconds!
And this kind of person was actually not the leader of the Hand?
It seemed that since the death of five fingers, the strength of the 'Jessica Jones' who once again ruled the Hand was far stronger than they had imagined!
At least when those five fingers were in position, they did not show such abnormal physical quality, nor did they have the ability to let people climb out of the shadows, otherwise S. H. I. E. L. D. would have killed them long ago.
Rumlow suppressed the shock in his heart and followed the woman into the elevator.
Thirty-six floors underground?
Looking at the floor pressed by the masked woman, Rumlow and Sitwell were shocked again.
If the first floor was two and a half meters, then the thirty-sixth floor was ninety meters underground. This was too shocking!
When did they build a building that was 90 meters underground?
Weng ---Weng ---Weng ---
As the elevator shook slightly, the number stopped.
Ding!
The elevator door opened.
It reflected in the eyes of RumLuo and Sitwell.
It was a huge underground palace!
The overall construction style of the palace was inclined towards the east. Several huge pillars supported the circular dome and carved all kinds of beautiful beasts. Pieces of white marble were paved into stairs, extending from their feet to the deepest part of the palace!
"This... this is?"
Sitwell was dumbfounded.
No matter how hard he racked his brains, he could never have imagined that there was actually such a magnificent palace hidden beneath the Hand Building!
Rumlow's eyes widened, as if he was also shocked by this scene.
"Come with me,"
The red-masked woman said coldly, striding her long legs into the depths of the palace.
Rumlow and Sitwell put away the shock in their hearts and followed her to the deepest part of the palace.
Sitwell observed the murals around him and suddenly found that the murals recorded some stories about a war.
The first mural described a newborn baby.
This baby was very weak. He could not see, hear, speak, or even move, just like a dead body.
On the second mural, the baby that should have died miraculously survived. A group of people appeared around him, treating him as a god.
In the third mural, the baby had grown up.
He became a handsome young man with long black hair. More and more people followed him, and they all looked at him with reverence.
In the fourth mural, the black-haired middle-aged man sat on the throne. The people who followed him all knelt on the ground and lowered their heads, as if they were welcoming the return of the king.
The fifth mural was a fierce war!
The black-haired middle-aged man led a group of white-clothed people with bows and arrows. They were fighting a group of black-clothed men with sword in their hands. A large amount of red paint scattered wantonly. The intensity of the battle was so fierce that even through the mural, Sitwell seemed to be able to smell the pungent smell of blood!
In the blink of an eye, the mural came to the last one.
The black-haired middle-aged man was dead. He was lying quietly on the ground, surrounded by a large number of shadows. Standing in front of his corpse was a bald man covered in scars and holding a Flame Blade.
"Tsk, tsk, strange..."
After looking at the murals, Rumlow couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Have you noticed that in all the murals, only this black-haired man hasn't had his eyes drawn?"
Hearing Rumlow's words, Sitwell re-examined him and was shocked. "That's true. Why is he the only one?"
These murals were quite realistic. All the characters who appeared had eyes, but only this 'main character' of the mural had his eyes not drawn. It was obvious that the painter had done this deliberately.
"Who knows? It has nothing to do with us anyway." Rumlow shrugged and stared at the murals thoughtfully. "Instead of wondering if he has eyes, it is better to think about the contents of these murals. What exactly does it mean?"
"I seem to have seen them before."
Sitwell stared at the mural with a sense of familiarity in his heart.
Especially the scene of the battle between the men in black and the men in white. He felt as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he could not remember where.
"We're here."
The woman in red cloth interrupted their thoughts. She pushed open the bronze door in front of her and respectfully bowed her head after walking in. "Miss Jessica, they've already brought them over."
Rumlow and Sitwell took a deep breath and followed closely behind the bronze door.
Another palace!
However, the area of this palace was much smaller than the outside palace.
An unknown source of light hung at the top, illuminating the entire palace. There was only one seat inside.
"It's been hard on you, Erica."
A black-haired woman sat on it with one hand on her cheek, her eyes as tranquil as the sea. "You can leave now. I have something to discuss with them."
"Yes, Miss Jessica."
Erica lowered her head and slowly retreated, closing the bronze door behind her.
Rumlow and Sitwell tensed up.
The woman in front of them was clearly just a woman, but the pressure she gave them felt like they were facing a ferocious beast and could die at any time!
Sitwell swallowed his saliva and said cautiously, "Miss Jessica, we are here on behalf of S. H. I. E. L. D.. We want to make a deal with you."
"S. H. I. E. L. D.? Hehe ---"
A hint of ridicule flashed through Jessica's eyes. He sneered, "You Hydra, when did you change your name?"
Boom!
Rumlow and Sitwell's faces changed drastically!
"You... you must be joking, right?"
Sitwell's pupils trembled slightly. He forced a smile and said, "Hydra was destroyed by our S. H. I. E. L. D. during the Second World War."
"Cut off one head and grow two heads..."
Jessica straightened up slightly from her seat and looked down at the two people whose faces were pale. She said lightly, "S. H. I. E. L. D... hehe, I think it should be called the Nine-Headed Snake trap now, right?"
Sitwell: "..."
Rumlow: "..."
Not good, there's a traitor!