Upon arriving at his residence, Chris received a letter handed to him by a gangster. It was the response from the HYDRA to his previous letter.
Leaving aunt Edie and Ruth for Dottie's to handle, Chris went to the bar alone and waited.
Despite the fact that it was now World War II, Germany had crushed Poland and routed France. A small number of French soldiers, led by their generals, continued to resist, and a number of German aristocrats were getting drunk.
The bars were places of lust, with the familiar opium and prostituted women.
Chris sipped from a glass and looked at it with a look of amusement, it was spiked and he had recognised it.
The men and women in the bar were dancing, but they were not the usual faces, even a little stiff.
There was no doubt that the so-called customers here were all HYDRA agents and soldiers in disguise. The truth of it all was probably meant to catch him.
"Well, pretty lady, don't bother pouring the wine. The drugs doesn't work on me. If you want to talk business, sit down, if you don't want to talk business and want to take me back, you can try it if you dare." Chris' smile was calm and he didn't look scared at all.
The beautiful waitress took out her gun, "Who do you work for?"
At this point the music in the bar stopped and everyone pointed their guns at Chris.
Faced with nearly forty guns, Chris' expression was calm and he even laughed a little. He was not so indifferent to life and death, he just confident.
"Ha ha, I work for myself. I'm a businessman, but with more information and more channels to sell it than you ignoramuses. Well, I'll forgive you that ignorance, but for the rest of the deal you'll have to raise your money by ten percent." Chris, still sipping his drink, picked up his vodka and poured himself a glass.
The beautiful waitress pulled the trigger and fired a shot into the couch, "BOOM!" The bullet hit the couch and the smell of smoke lingered in the air, "Come on, who the hell are you?"
"I told you, I'm just a businessman who look for quality customers. I can give you anything you want. And certain mysterious, unscientific things are for sale!" Chris snapped his fingers and a bolt of lightning struck one of the tables!
The thunderous sound startled everyone, creating an atmosphere of terror with its intensity.
"Clap, clap, clap!" A round of applause echoed from the box on the second floor, accompanied by a deep male voice. "Well done! This gentleman, please come up and have a seat. I'm quite curious to see what are those so-called mysterious and unscientific thing you possess!"
Chris smiled faintly, took a step back, and then with a running start, he leaped to a height of three meters, grabbing onto the edge of the second floor and exerting force to jump into the balcony, all while being watched by everyone.
The movement was so smooth, it's unbelievable!
Normal people don't have that kind of jumping power. It's the result of the physique enhancement potion.
In the eyes of the Red Skull, this feat was disdainful. After injecting himself with the Super Soldier Serum, he believed there was no need for a running start to jump up like Chris.
"Have a seat and show me your 'mystery,'" the Red Skull said, sitting on the sofa while still wearing his human skin mask, which was made from his own flesh.
Chris took a deep breath and made a casting gesture. With a wave of his hand, five lightning bolts struck down, shattering the bottles and sofa in the box into pieces!
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
The consecutive sounds made the guards extremely nervous, quickly aiming their guns at Chris.
"Put down all your weapons, serve the best wine and don't be rude to my guest. I am General Schmidt of the German Army, the one you're looking for," said the Red Skull, extending his hand.
Chris shook hands with him, and both of them exerted a hidden force, testing each other's strength. After a brief moment, they let go, a subtle way for the Red Skull to assess whether his potential partner had the power to collaborate with him.
"Chris, a businessman. How is my design drawing of the AK47? I'll give them to you for free. What else do you need?" Chris sat down on the only intact sofa, took out a cigarette and lit it.
Red Skull's eyes flickered, having seen that Chris' strength was real and not a liar's tricks, he nodded, "I want to hear what you know about the occult."
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