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After venting his desires, Chris hummed a tune as he boarded the plane under the guidance of the guide.
The Middle East region was synonymous with chaos. Even without a world war, it was prone to various ethnic and religious conflicts.
Upon landing at a local government military airport, Chris took out the information of Eckwart and exchanged a magical crystal from the Conqueror Store.
By entering the information of the target into the crystal, it would transform into a compass. Following the compass's direction would lead him to the tracked individual.
To be on the safe side, the guide advised Chris to disguise himself as a believer, as the region was primarily engaged in a religious struggle between two sects. One was Muslim, and the other was Christian. Both sides fought based on their religious factions, without genuine faith. However, posing as a believer would help avoid unnecessary troubles.
With everything prepared, Chris exchanged a hidden magic gem to cover his trace and took out a magic broomstick. He activated the gem's invisibility function and simultaneously started the broomstick, setting off on a journey to a remote location.
Eckwart's hiding place was quite unique, located 300 kilometers away in an uninhabited, desolate area infested with bandits. Only bandits would hide in such a place, as normal people wouldn't live in the middle of nowhere.
Chris flew through the air, completely unnoticed by anyone below.
As he passed over different areas, he witnessed either ongoing robberies or armed clashes between religious factions, with intense conflicts erupting in various places.
There were cries for help and pleas for mercy echoing below him. Chris could hear them even from the sky, but he chose not to intervene. There were too many misfortunes in the world, and he didn't have the time to be a savior.
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In a concealed cave, a thin, emaciated bald man soaked in a pool of water. It was a small cesspool emitting a foul odor. The man's dry and cracked skin slowly began to heal under the effect of the pool water, and within his injuries, there shimmered a dark, ominous glow - the power of black magic! It was commonly known as witchcraft, notorious for its dark attributes and torturous spells, its reputation wasn't particularly glorious.
"Have any news?" The bald man soaked in the murky and filthy pool of water, where one could see maggots wriggling and even the eerie sight of floating and sinking human heads and severed limbs.
Sitting calmly in such an environment could only be attributed to being deranged. No normal person could endure it!
A black-clad man lowered his head and responded, "Madame Viper invited a man to her residence and he stayed until the next day. It appears he has now reached the vicinity of Lebanon. Based on speculation, he should be coming to find you leader."
"Heh, another person coming to kill me? How many attempts have been made? She is so persistent. Truly worthy of being my daughter, heh!!" Eckwart continued to smirk with his head down, as if hearing someone coming to kill him was a highly amusing matter, or perhaps he had faced it too many times and become numb to it.
Looking around, the cave was filled with countless white bones. It was unclear what terrible fate had befallen these people in this place.
"It is said that Madame Viper was introduced to him by Schmidt. Leader, I have strengthened the protection measures of the sanctuary. Is there anything else I need to do?" The black man continued to keep his head lowered, resembling a devout servant.
"No, you may leave. Bring me ten sacrifices, and soon I will be reborn. We will rule this world! Hahaha!" Eckwart emitted a cruel laughter.
Men, women, and children were driven into the cave and in the next moment, they collectively let out screams of agony. It seemed even their souls were tormented and twisted, turning into some kind of fertilizer.
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When Chris was still 20 kilometers away from his destination, he stopped and took out some food to replenish himself. He twisted his head, stretched his body, and waited for his strength to recover before continuing his journey.
It was a barren hillside with hardly any arable land in sight.
On the hillside, there were fortresses built against the mountain walls. The mercenaries and rogues in these fortresses all wore armbands depicting the emblem of a skull with tentacles—a clear symbol of the Hydra organization!
"It seems this is the right place. Hydra, huh?" Chris sneered.
Destroying Hydra? There was no need for that. Killing them wouldn't put an end to it. Only by having it under his control would there be true recycling of waste.
Chris had initially suspected why S.H.I.E.L.D. had been infiltrated. Either they wanted to use Hydra and ended up being used against their own interests, or they were truly incompetent and unaware, falling victim to deception. As a result, most of the key positions within S.H.I.E.L.D., responsible for global security, were replaced with individuals manipulated by the impostors.
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