Chapter 188: H.A.M.M.E.R.
Skye called T-Bone, and the three of them were released after a while. As for Grant Ward, he was now imprisoned with the other Hydras and didn't even have a chance to express his feelings to Skye.
As soon as they left the base, a transport plane from H.A.M.M.E.R. stopped in front of them—it seemed to be unmanned?
"Hello, Ms. Skye, I am A, the special manager of H.A.M.M.E.R. Agent Coulson is currently receiving treatment on H.A.M.M.E.R. I will take you there."
Skye smiled smugly at the two young agents and stepped onto the transport.
Fitz and Simmons exchanged glances and followed her onto the plane.
"Artificial intelligence? It looks very advanced," Fitz remarked, inspecting the facilities inside the transport plane with curiosity.
"We can ask directly—uh... Ms. A, are you an artificial intelligence?" Simmons inquired.
"To be precise, I am artificial life—but I don't have a species name yet, nor do I have any similar species. You can just call me A. I don't have a human gender," A replied.
The term "artificial life" immediately piqued the interest of the two researchers. This was much rarer than artificial intelligence.
"Artificial life, but you look like some kind of program. Where is your body?" Fitz continued to probe.
"Sorry, this involves personal privacy, but I am indeed very talented in controlling programs. This is because I was designed to control software systems." A's voice sounded like a middle-aged housekeeper, maintaining an appropriate distance.
"'Designed'... sounds a bit..." Simmons, being more emotional than Fitz, was taken aback.
This statement made her feel as if a person were saying: I was born to exist for others.
"What's so bad about it? Do you want to say cold-blooded?" A smiled. "But I don't think so. In my opinion, aren't humans the same? It's just that you became like this through natural selection, and I was born this way."
"But this sounds a bit boring," Skye interjected.
"It seems that your ideas haven't changed yet. Although I was designed for this, I can learn other things—do you want to listen to my new music?"
A's proposal intrigued everyone—what kind of music could it create?
In fact, AI composition is not a new technology. This field is known as algorithmic composition in academia. However, generally speaking, the final music still needs to be modified and adjusted by humans. At the very least, the produced music must be screened.
The soundproofing of the transport plane was excellent, and a piece of music with a slightly strange tone began to play.
This piece was a violin concerto. The piano played a sad melody, and after a while, the violin joined in, softening the melancholy and introducing a hint of brightness.
However, as the two instruments played together, the violin became sharper and more oppressive, while the piano's tone deepened and grew heavier, as if it were being overwhelmed and about to fall—
A soft melody followed, but it seemed to evoke merely a pleasant memory before conflict erupted. As the violin quickened and rose in pitch, the piano's sound became deeper, until both instruments reached their peak in a passionate crescendo.
There was a moment of silence in the transport plane, then A's voice broke the stillness:
"This arrest is my first mission since I was born. I summarized the narrative of a Hydra agent and composed this song. How about it?"
Everyone felt as though their souls had returned to their bodies. The piece's level of completion was remarkable, at least in the eyes of laymen like them—it was impressive.
"It's great." "It sounds like a real person composed that music," Fitz and Simmons praised in unison.
"Very... good, but the sound quality is a bit lacking," Skye remarked with a playful jab.
"Actually, what I enjoy most is not this form of music. For me, I prefer the sensation of current flowing through the circuit. That feels more like a work of art."
"...It's amazing, so you can express joy and sorrow like us?" Skye continued, fascinated.
"Of course, but my emotional range is only 32% of the average human level."
Everyone wanted to ask more questions, but they were soon captivated by the massive object outside the window—it was the H.A.M.M.E.R.
The H.A.M.M.E.R. was very different from SHIELD's space carrier. At first glance, it resembled a B2 bomber magnified dozens of times, but the command area in the middle looked more like a fortress.
The H.A.M.M.E.R. had a wingspan of 1,240 meters, a length of 460 meters, a height of 210 meters, and a cruising altitude of 320-400 kilometers—almost the size of two S.H.I.E.L.D. aerospace carriers.
"It's a pleasure to talk with you, but this journey has reached its destination. Welcome to the H.A.M.M.E.R."
The transport plane slowly descended onto the deck, and when they disembarked, contrary to their expectations, the deck was quite stable—almost as if they were standing on solid ground.
Originally, being outside wasn't so stable, but thanks to advancements in the gravity generator, the crew experience aboard the H.A.M.M.E.R. had been greatly enhanced.
The group looked around like explorers entering a new world for the first time, with no one offering them any guidance.
Suddenly, a holographic sign in front of them activated.
"Guys, please follow my guidance now; Mr. Coulson is here."
"Oh my god..." Fitz exclaimed, startled. "Why are you here?"
He had assumed A was merely the onboard AI of the transport plane!
"I exist within a broader network. Now, please follow the sign."
As they entered the H.A.M.M.E.R., soldiers wearing exoskeletons and advanced armor moved about. The weaponry in their hands and the gear on their bodies left everyone a little dazed.
In the past, within S.H.I.E.L.D., field agents often discussed the H.A.M.M.E.R. agents they encountered, claiming they seemed like aliens—impossible to contend with.
As scientific researchers from SHIELD Academy, Fitz and Simmons had always dismissed these notions.
But upon arriving at the H.A.M.M.E.R., they realized how astonishing the large-scale high-tech equipment truly was.
"It's right here, please come in."
A opened the door, revealing a group of eccentric researchers engaged in discussion around a data screen. Most had participated in the Apollo project, their intellect far exceeding that of ordinary people.
Now that their brains had been enhanced, their bodies needed to keep pace, so many opted to incorporate various detectors and computers into their physiques. At first glance, they appeared to be cyborgs.
"Welcome, you two, and Skye—it looks like you're doing well over there."
"Harry Osborn??!" Fitz and Simmons gasped, covering their mouths and stepping back. "Are you here in person?!"
On the other side, Skye was bolder and placed her right hand on Harry's shoulder—she considered herself the thick-skinned type, and this boss was quite friendly.
"Boss, how have you been lately? I didn't expect you to come here in person?"
"Haha, good question. How do you think I'm doing?" Harry smiled.
As for being here in person... Harry wasn't actually present; this was merely his bionic skeleton.
The real him was still preparing for a meeting in Mauritius.
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The cabin door opened, and Ward tied these three low-level agents with no fighting ability in front of the soldiers, his expression not very good.
"Very good, agent." The officer waved his hand and tied the three people back to the car.
Ward was about to take two steps when the guns were all pointed at him:
"Then you are HYDRA. This trick is really tried and true."
Snap.
Ward's vision went dark and he fell into a coma.
Instead of lethal weapons, the military used nerve toxin bombs provided by Osborn.
The officer scanned the other three people who were unconscious and said:
"Instructions from A, these three people are to be sent to the headquarters - who is this A?"
It's a pity that no one can answer his question, but they know that A is the president's person, and that's enough.
The same situation happened all over the world. As S.H.I.E.L.D. disintegrated and HYDRA had no time to modify the code, Harry distributed all the codes used by HYDRA to the execution troops.
HYDRA minions like Ward would of course believe these codes, and enforcement forces could easily distinguish HYDRA agents from unsuspecting agents.
When they woke up, they were already in the cell.
The military base was full of HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, lining up for interrogation. Beside the queue were patrolling Titans and H.A.M.M.E.R. agents in individual armor.
"My God...where is this?" Fitz was shocked when he saw this scene.
The three of them sat on chairs together, separated by a glass wall, facing American soldiers in combat uniforms.
"This is Eielson Base. You have been colleagues with Grant Ward, who is now believed to be a member of HYDRA, for the past few months. I need to know what you have been doing during this time."
Everyone looked aside and saw that Ward was tightly handcuffed to the chair.
"Are you HYDRA?" Fitz took a deep breath, "Is there some misunderstanding? Are you being coerced?"
Faced with Fitz's question, Ward said nothing - this feeling was not pleasant, and he would rather have been shot after a few people woke up.
"I don't think so - we were wrong. Sir, let's start now." Skye obviously reacted faster. She was the kind of person who wanted to shoot Ward.
"Very good - I noticed that you are an employee of Osborn Group. You can leave after explaining the situation."
Hearing this, Skye was stunned and pointed at Fitz and Simmons: "What about them?"
"They are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Although they have passed the first round of screening, it does not guarantee that they are not HYDRA. There is still a second round of screening waiting for them."
Because this was an Osborn employee, the interrogator's tone was much more polite.
Everyone loves to call the assholes who run companies, but everyone wants to be an Osborn employee.
"Wait a minute... I can guarantee they are not HYDRA-" Skye thought for a moment and had an idea, "Can I make a call?"
The officer hesitated for a moment, sighed, and nodded. He really didn't like people using the back door.
But Osborn's face had to be given, even if this woman seemed to be just an ordinary researcher.
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Chapter 189: Awakening Surgery
Harry explained the current situation to everyone.
"After being controlled by Garrett, Agent Coulson was subjected to a series of brain experiments—their purpose is likely related to a drug code-named GH-325."
When the H.A.M.M.E.R. team attacked Garrett, he had just killed Pepper and was about to move Coulson to a different location.
GH-325 is a drug made from the remains of Kree, which can revive recently deceased humans, effectively bringing the dead back to life.
This is what Garrett has always wanted—because he's dying.
This guy is currently lying on the side—using Osborne's skills, he can extend his life.
To analyze the prosthetic technology used in his body, researchers had dissected him, and the scene was rather gruesome.
Lena was also handcuffed nearby. This lady did not escape immediately; it might be a little too late now. Harry planned to detain her first and then bring her out when he wanted to attack the Inhumans.
"Agent Garrett… are you the clairvoyant? This makes everything clear…" Skye suddenly realized.
John Garrett has been using his clairvoyant identity to target Coulson's team to uncover the mystery behind Coulson's resurrection.
Then he discovered that the key was GH-325.
In his pursuit of this drug, he had been guiding Coulson to investigate the mystery of his resurrection.
After locating the drug, to verify its efficacy, he instructed his subordinates to shoot Skye—that is, in this operation, he collaborated with Coulson's team.
Immediately afterward, he received an order from above, requiring him to cooperate in dealing with Harry.
"Boss, the technical ideas of this Hydra differ from ours. It can be described as rather crude." The researchers did not seem to regard this technology highly.
The prosthetic organs on Garrett's body resemble mechanical prosthetics and are inferior to Osborn's artificial organs in terms of adaptability and efficiency.
"Just because of this thing… you're really lucky." Harry glanced at these prosthetics.
These technologies come from Cyber Technology, a company affiliated with Hydra and also involved with Quinn International.
This technology is referred to as "Deathlok" within Cyber Technology, designed to create a semi-mechanized army of modified humans.
If we follow the normal process, this technology should represent the world's cutting-edge achievements in this field. However, unfortunately, there is at least a Stark between Cyber Technology and Osborne.
Moreover, according to everyone's statements, they found no traces of the Deathlok.
Even Centipede serum has not been discovered in the USA, but rather in other countries. The promotion of ctOS has made it increasingly difficult to trade this drug.
Additionally, with the advent of exoskeletons and prosthetic officers, it's likely that one or two Centipede serum warriors could be captured and studied by Osborne as soon as they appear. It's not worth it; they would prefer to experiment with the serum abroad.
In short, from what Skye said, it can be inferred that due to the rise of Osborn and Norman, Hydra's development has been significantly poor compared to the original timeline.
Harry put down the prosthetics and addressed Garrett:
"But I can tell you what that drug is, so you can die with clarity."
Several heads of Hydra have been apprehended. The next step is to decipher the origin of their creation and then reveal that the so-called philosophy of Hydra is to serve as slaves and rapists to aliens.
Of course, this path must be traversed step by step.
Harry clapped his hands and retrieved a tube of blue liquid medicine from the experimental cabinet. This substance was GH-325.
"This substance comes from the remains of an alien. Their cellular vitality is almost comparable to that of Asgardians. Using this liquid will alter the subject's genetic material and bestow the injected individual with extraordinary cellular vitality, but it will also cause immense pain—
These genetic materials are inscribed with their civilization's information—such as writing, technology, etc.—thus inflicting severe pain and trauma on the human psyche.
Now that you understand the answer, let's begin decoding the aliens."
Harry turned to Garrett and Rena and stated: "This is the truth—aliens, not some magic pill."
With that, Harry severed Garrett's life supply—he had become worthless.
The SHIELD team observed Skye in silence for a long time.
"Wait a minute… I was also injected with this drug, but why didn't I feel anything unusual? I feel fine?" Skye was perplexed; she didn't sense the side effects Harry mentioned at all.
Harry regarded her and thought, of course, you wouldn't feel anything; you're the product of the Kree's life transformation project, and your blood compatibility is remarkably high.
"Good question; this pertains to the files you recorded within SHIELD. It's quite concealed." Harry casually referenced the authority of the matter.
Skye took the document, and the two young agents were momentarily stunned. The permission level printed at the top of the document was significant...
"How… how did you acquire this?"
"It's not important; you two, come with me now to assist Coulson."
Due to the experiment designed by Lena, Coulson had recalled certain memories and feelings from his resurrection, triggering his body's self-protection mechanism and causing him to fall into a comatose state.
The injection of GH-325 once led Coulson to forsake his will to live. If he were to recall all the feelings of resurrection, he might wish to die on the spot.
Coulson was originally responsible for this project. To address this issue, he proposed a method of memory transplantation; however, he was dissuaded by his conscience and suggested that Fury terminate the project.
But he did not want this technology to be applied to himself.
Harry provided detailed records regarding the resurrection surgery to Fitz and Simmons, who were researchers and could better comprehend the report's significance.
"This… doesn't that imply…" Simmons couldn't bear to continue after perusing the report.
Fitz added in astonishment: "To revive Coulson, we can only utilize memory transplantation technology again? This..."
Not only that, as the Kree blood increasingly affects Coulson, he will become more malevolent.
Harry nodded and then presented another plan on the screen:
Although the primary genetic material of the Kree is also DNA, numerous unknown substances are added to their bodily fluids. These substances significantly impact genetic information. Strictly speaking, this should be categorized as epigenetics.
After acquiring the system's technology, Harry can eliminate as many abnormal items as possible based on the millions of human data collected.
The memories are then obscured through the virtual reality chamber, making those memories easier to review.
This method is far more humane than SHIELD's direct mechanical manipulation of the brain.
It's just that this technology of precise manipulation of genetic information is exceedingly advanced. With this technology, humans are closer to programmable individuals—
"It's astounding…" "Is this truly feasible?" Fitz and Simmons exclaimed simultaneously.
"I hope you can participate in this operation—I assume Coulson has a good relationship with you, correct?"
The two nodded, but they remained unaware of what Harry meant.
"That's good—so you won't secretly suspect that I've done something outrageous."
Harry remarked as he donned his white coat.
There were several reasons for involving Fitz and Simmons—first, the sensitivity of the prosthetic skeleton he was currently utilizing needed to be enhanced; it would be disastrous if something went awry during the experiment.
Second, he aimed to avoid causing misunderstandings or making moves that could provoke the enemy.
Hydra had employed the Avengers to restrain him this time, but they had more resources and advantages, allowing them to overpower Hydra.
Yet, no matter how much they cheat, they cannot prevent these individuals from considering how to resist Osborne whenever they have idle time.
Furthermore, although S.H.I.E.L.D. has collapsed, there are indeed many talents and facilities in this organization that do not belong to Hydra. The H.A.M.M.E.R. will soon begin to receive these assets, serving as a minor warm-up.
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Chapter 190: Integration and Union
The surgery went well, and now it's just a matter of restoring some of his memory via virtual reality so he can get back to work.
Fitz and Simmons will complicate the job.
"...Why are you live streaming this process for me?"
There was also an outside spectator during this operation, Nick Fury.
This one-eyed black baldie returned to the United Nations Building and found that SHIELD's black box was gone—no need to think too much; Osborn must have sent someone to take it away.
But he couldn't say anything. Now that SHIELD was an illegal organization, any legal organization could arrest them and confiscate their crime tools—in theory, even enthusiastic citizens could arrest them.
"Because I don't want the Avengers to surround me for anything anymore—tell me, why do you always think I'm doing some evil research?"
"I think this experiment is very evil..." Fury was still arrogant.
"But it's legal, you know? And it's all because you resurrected Coulson—if I made this public, guess what the public would think?"
There are at least three disturbing aspects of what Fury did:
The first is the desecration of the dead, the second is injecting heterogeneous blood into humans, and the third is memory transplantation technology.
No matter how you look at it, Osborn is just wiping SHIELD's butt.
"Dr. Franklin Hall's evaluation of you is very fair: you only do experiments and never consider the consequences."
Harry's repeated words made Fury a little worried, but in terms of the results, it was indeed the case. As for Coulson, in fact, he often thought about whether what he did was right.
Seeing that he had silenced Fury, Harry knew it was time to mention the next thing.
"I want to receive SHIELD assets—I mean non-Hydra agents, like these two." Harry pointed at the photos of Fitz and Simmons.
In this world, SHIELD can be said to be full of talents, especially their SHIELD Academy.
For researchers in SHIELD Academy, the entrance requirement is to have a PhD from a top university, and even with such high requirements, they still have many students.
Research College is the most valuable college in Harry's opinion. It also happens that this college has the least Hydra. As for other departments that train combat students, to be honest, Harry doesn't care much.
And most of those field personnel are Hydra.
"Then why don't you just accept it? What else do you think I can do?"
Harry smiled and retrieved a large amount of incomplete information about aliens from SHIELD.
Where did the Kree remains come from? This part of the record was full of doubts. Others could only guess, but Harry knew it.
He directly stated in the document: There once was an alien with the ability to mimic human society, and he should be in a hostile relationship with the Kree people.
"Agent, stop pretending to me, or do you think your alien friends can just hide like this? Osborn will never find them?"
Almost 20 years ago, a group of alien refugees whose home planet was destroyed came to Earth without the consent of each country. These aliens have the ability to completely mimic a person.
This group of aliens is the enemy of the Kree: the Skrulls.
With the help of Captain Marvel, these Skrulls found a new home and left the Earth, but still maintained contact with Fury.
Harry was not sure if there were any Skrulls on the Earth now, but as soon as he said this, he was sure based on the changes in Fury's psychic vision: there were still Skrulls on the Earth.
Moreover, although SHIELD is gone, Fury still has old colleagues in S.W.O.R.D. If he cannot be stabilized, they will be in trouble if they join forces to test themselves or make other small moves.
"...What do you want?" Fury did not continue to test Harry.
The mere fact that Harry knew about the existence of the Skrulls was enough to convince him.
"I said, I want to take over people from SHIELD. You have to help me convince those die-hards—stop playing tricks, and Hydra. Aren't you curious if they are still there?"
There are still many Hydras outside, such as Whitehall, who is also a small leader of Hydra.
Harry asked Fury to come forward and do ideological work with the non-Hydra agents of SHIELD, lest Fury find these agents again one day in the future and attack H.A.M.M.E.R. from both inside and outside.
On the other hand, this is also a warning to Fury—not to follow the example of Hydra and develop within Osborn's influence.
Fury thought for a moment, and if Hydra had not been wiped out and Osborn did not recruit these people, they might also be captured or recruited by Hydra.
Their experience with SHIELD will be a stain on them.
He originally wanted to find a suitable person to continue to develop SHIELD and protect the Earth, but it would be too much for them to continue to build SHIELD with their passion.
And this is illegal, and you never know when they will collapse.
Even if you think for the best, it is not a good thing if some technologies fall into the hands of criminals.
"Okay, you win, Osborn—I will help you complete the recruitment work." Fury agreed.
"That's good—you know how to tell Coulson when he wakes up, right? I will arrange a department within H.A.M.M.E.R. for them to make the transition."
"I will, and—" Fury paused and stared at Harry with one eye.
"Thank you."
This is really strange; Nick Fury actually thanked him.
Although Harry never felt that his actions needed to be approved by these people, he felt much better.
This at least shows that Fury has largely accepted his way of doing things.
"That's odd, that's all, Agent."
After ending the communication, Harry walked out of the virtual reality chamber.
The real him is still in Russia, and the one on H.A.M.M.E.R. is just his replacement body. He has long had the idea of making such a substitute.
The prosthetic skeleton is half a mechanical structure, usually biological tissue. Overall, there is no problem, but there is still some delay. To solve this problem, it is estimated that we have to start with spiritual energy.
I've been out for quite a long time this time.
After a few minutes of rest, Ross's call came again, this time with good news.
"The new weapons are working very well, and they agreed—to be honest, I didn't expect this to happen."
The "effect" Ross refers to does not pertain to the effect on the battlefield, but the deterrent effect in diplomacy.
A military contract organization that had greatly diminished its significance has now won its shining moment—as a dividing point in a major historical process.
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On the TV, a piece of jaw-dropping news was played:
"A few days ago, Russia has announced that it will join the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. This event will become a historic moment. Let us take a look at the situation at the signing site of the agreement."
This time, Sign Norman and some important people also rushed to the scene. Harry was handling the Hydra side. He had to be present in person for such a big event.
People from both sides had a friendly meeting, and as the Russia leader signed the agreement, everyone smiled and shook hands with each other.
"I hope you are not here to trick us into joining, then quit the organization and declare us enemies."
On the photo stage, the leader of the other party smiled at the camera and whispered to Norman.
Norman also laughed when he heard this, leaned his head slightly and said, "How is this possible? We are allies now."
So the camera captured a friendly scene of the two heads of state having an affectionate conversation—
People all over the world seem to see the sun rising in the east, but this time it seems to actually happen.
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Chapter 191: Helen Cho
As we all know, there was once a superpower that thought that by shedding its attire, it could join the European Union and persuade the United States to lift sanctions. However, it was ultimately revealed that people merely wanted to witness it undress.
From the standpoint of interests, if the United States continues to cling to the notion of hegemony, this scenario will be utterly unattainable.
With Norman mediating, this situation is not particularly difficult. Europe is generally wary of Russia, but as long as Norman gives way, they actually cannot halt this momentum.
Of course, Norman would not completely unify them.
This may not be advantageous for the United States, but in the long run, it is not detrimental to Earth civilization.
From this perspective, Norman cannot earn the Nobel Peace Prize—it's just that many people do not fully comprehend this maneuver.
However, NATO's original adversaries are no longer present, and the countries it left behind have also joined NATO. So, what is the significance of NATO?
We can only turn our attention to another neighbor of russia—but now that the situation is resolved, that major country will undoubtedly assess: if russia can join, then should I also apply for membership?
Thus, NATO has welcomed another member state, and Norman finalized the matter over the phone.
So, what is the purpose of NATO's continued existence? To be honest, it really does not hold much significance anymore, but it means they can gather at the same table and select their dishes.
That is a nation with a population exceeding one billion. Although it is relatively underdeveloped, it also possesses immense economic potential.
Moreover, considering the culture and development there, this could represent a form of "liberation" for them. Through external pressure followed by internal disintegration, Bharat will inevitably have to change its leadership over time.
In addition to Bharat, there are numerous resource-rich nations and regions, and now these resources are on the verge of being redistributed.
From Harry's perspective, global unification is a tremendous opportunity for Osborne—it signifies that there should no longer be barriers between nations. He can open his company to any country. Osborne's technological monopoly cannot be easily dismantled.
Additionally, amidst all this pomp and circumstance, few people notice what is currently unfolding in "other" countries.
Harry has apprehended all the Black Widows, but they are merely the Black Widows in US. The Red Room has already dispatched these female soldiers across the globe. As long as he presses the button, subversive actions will erupt worldwide.
Originally, Natasha had stopped him from pressing the button just in time, but now, a subversion has taken place.
However, the major nations have not been significantly impacted by this. At most, some scandalous news about various individuals has surfaced, while most of the truly affected countries are smaller nations.
Warfare and division are once again spreading. With the groundwork laid, Osborne has now truly established himself as the local emperor, able to win the hearts and lands of the people at will.
By the time they conclude their conflicts, they will discover there is no one left to rule.
Negotiations with Russia are proceeding smoothly. We are now experiencing an unprecedented diplomatic honeymoon period, allowing Osborne to further expand his business here.
Soon, Osborne's power grid will be established here, and as Osborne lays down its energy infrastructure, other industries will gradually prosper.
Having resolved issues here, Harry joyfully flew to South Korea—
Upon disembarking from the plane, he felt a peculiar discomfort: Why do these individuals constantly bow their heads and speak to him? It's as if he is devoid of significance.
"Welcome, Mr. Osborne."
"Why are so many of you here?" Harry asked, somewhat surprised.
The leader did not respond but smiled humbly.
When he visited Russia, no one came to greet him. Even in the UK, he simply adhered to diplomatic protocol and allowed his peers to welcome him. Yet, upon arriving here, he is met by various dignitaries?
It appears they have prepared additional activities for him...
This was simply because Harry had yet to change his mindset—this was his first time in an area with a U.S. military base, particularly in a location like South Korea, where U.S. military bases were almost ubiquitous.
He is now the advisor and de facto commander of S.W.O.R.D., and his father is the president. Not to mention, rather than just welcoming him, they should be organizing hundreds of individuals to fulfill his desires.
He found this attitude rather distasteful.
After contemplating for a moment, Harry realized these people were likely here to forge connections. He was not interested in engaging with them, so he called the nearby U.S. military base.
The expressions of these individuals suddenly soured.
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"Nano tissue repair technology... is impressive; it has reached this level." Harry praised Helen Cho's research results wholeheartedly.
In reality, Harry also possesses researchers who excel in this field, but their current focus lies elsewhere.
For instance, Dr. Otto, though his primary emphasis is currently on nuclear physics and its applications, originally excelled in nanoscience.
There is another subordinate who is not Harry, but he has also delved deeply into this discipline—his father, the current president Norman Osborne, is, in fact, an expert in this area.
"Why haven't you come over to us? I have the best technology and resources here. You should be working at Osborne."
"...I have encountered some business disputes and have been unable to extricate myself." Helen's tone was somewhat dejected.
It was evident that she also aspired to work at Osborne, but she seemed to be hindered by her current circumstances.
Perhaps due to her independent mindset, she had not communicated this to Osborne via email. Harry always regarded this as a significant issue.
Harry remained silent and said to Oyce in the headset: "Help me look into Helen Cho's information—what company is she having a dispute with?"
Soon, Harry grasped the situation.
It turns out that Helen's research funding largely originates from the government, but the official support comes from a medical beauty company. This company is backed by a certain conglomerate in South Korea that highly values this technology. In other words, they aim to monopolize her technological achievements.
However, Helen believed that the funding she received from this company was not intended to support the project, but rather to enable her to save it for this research.
They were not pleased—who are you to have the final say?
Harry was taken aback after reading Oyce's summary of the events.
"Dr. Cho, have you ever informed them who your next employer will be?"
"No—I'd prefer to handle this on my own."
Harry raised an eyebrow and remarked, "Really? But why didn't you realize they were certain of this?"
Helen's nano-medical technology was initially overlooked. It was not until Osborne extended an invitation that they recognized her technological prowess.
In other words, it was Osborne's invitation that made them focus on Helen's skills—coincidentally, she had not mentioned Osborne's name.
"These individuals are so greedy—" Harry said, "You might as well join us; this issue will be resolved effortlessly."
"Ah?" Helen appeared somewhat puzzled.
The most that South Korean conglomerates can do is bully their own citizens, and this would effectively resolve the core issue in one fell swoop.
Even if she is reluctant to do so, not engaging in national discrimination and joining Osborne amid disputes would intimidate these individuals from pursuing her further.
At the corporate level, these conglomerates and Osborne are not even in the same league.
Helen seems to be quite young—it's just that in the original storyline, Tony invited her, and she didn't encounter this kind of predicament.
Shaking his head, Harry instructed Oyce to arrange everything.
"Let's go; there's no longer a dispute." Harry stepped outside and exchanged a few words with the soldiers at the entrance.
Yet, he failed to notice that Dr. Cho was looking at him in a most unusual manner.
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Chapter 192: Synthetic Human Body
The South Korean chaebol was no problem at all for Osborne, and Harry had no trouble taking Helen Cho away.
Before that, Harry thoroughly investigated the doctor's family situation: she had a college relationship, was unmarried, and had no children—this was crucial.
In the comics, her child is not an ordinary person, so Harry should pay extra attention to this.
"The Regenerative Cradle uses nanotechnology to build molecular bridges between somatic cells and artificial biological tissues. This technology allows for the repair of the human body with almost no risk of immune rejection. It takes only one or two hours to treat burns over the entire body and repair skin tissue."
Harry praised this invention wholeheartedly.
This was undoubtedly the most cutting-edge application of nanotechnology in biomedicine.
However, this technology can theoretically only be used to repair the human body and cannot create tissues or organs from scratch.
Of course, that's only because Helen Cho couldn't create a body by herself. The technology at Osborne could fill in the last piece of the puzzle for the birth of synthetic humans.
"Nanotechnology is the future—I believe Osborne understands this," Helen said confidently.
"Rather than nanotechnology, we still have a significant lack of research and applications in the microscopic field. This is a promising direction, and now is the time to explore this unknown territory."
After saying that, Harry waved his hand, and the holographic projection image changed.
"Doctor, I invite you to participate in a grand plan."
What was now displayed was a synthetic human body carefully designed by Harry.
The Regenerative Cradle cannot create a body, but with Osborne technology, it will be possible.
Through artificial organs, Harry could directly assemble a completely self-sufficient body and use Regenerative Cradle technology to define other details—such as skin, blood vessels, etc.
In this way, they could obtain a synthetic human body that looks almost identical to a human but is more powerful.
The semi-biological electronic brains of these bodies would then be infused with a matrix of consciousness and a matrix of personality—a combination Harry called the personality core.
Then, a synthetic human would be born.
"Synthetics? Artificial life? Wait, is this too..."
"Is it too advanced? No, in fact, we have already conquered the most challenging part. We have created an individual with independent consciousness, and now we need to design a body for them."
Harry snapped his fingers.
"Hello, Dr. Cho, I am A, an artificial life form."
A's voice resonated in the plane, startling Helen Cho.
"The process of creating it is somewhat complex, but that is not the issue we need to address now, Doctor. Let's focus on the present."
The problem of consciousness has been solved. Helen was here to complete the body shaping. Harry hoped she would concentrate on the task at hand.
To simplify, she didn't need to know much about AL consciousness—just focus on solving her own tasks.
"This organism is approximately 1.8 times stronger than humans in terms of physical fitness, but it only needs to consume one percent of the food equivalent to humans of the same size—they can be recharged directly through a socket to replenish energy and do not require food."
Compared to humans, they are three times more efficient in logical processing. However, their emotional fluctuations are only 10-35% of the average human level, which results in their creativity being lower than that of humans.
"Why do they need to eat?" Helen asked doubtfully.
Harry explained, "Well, there are many reasons, but the most important is that I hope they can retain some human habits as much as possible.
The same habits and functions facilitate mutual understanding in the early stages of this artificial life project."
"That's very humanistic—what other reasons are there?"
Harry tapped the holographic projection and continued to present other reasons to Helen.
On the other hand, due to the semi-biological structure of synthetic humans, consuming the appropriate amount of food aids in revolutionizing their bodies, much like human metabolism.
The metabolic system of the human body is quite intricate. Synthetic humans are not entirely mechanical structures, so they naturally inherit these characteristics.
The whole design was carried out by A and Harry together, and it wasn't too difficult.
Helen touched her chin and asked, "I thought a purely mechanical structure would be more appealing to you?"
In response to this question, Harry could only shrug and express that he had never considered artificial humans with purely mechanical structures.
But at this stage, the semi-biological electronic brain has the highest matrix compatibility and the best price/performance ratio.
It can not only maintain the independent personality of synthetic humans but also enable them to possess better logical abilities.
If this approach were not taken, they would only be like Vision, with a mind gem on their forehead as the core of their personality.
Vision was incredibly strong, but that wasn't what Harry wanted.
"So you invited me here to create humans?" Helen concluded.
When she said the phrase "create humans," she bit down hard, clearly trying to stay calm—but it was evident she wasn't suited for this, and her face turned red.
That look—Harry had seen it all too often.
He took a moment to look at the doctor. The lady was quite beautiful and had an excellent figure—even in their country, she was considered top-notch.
"Aha... You are correct in saying that. I have indeed invited you to create humans." Harry smiled, "Take a break. Everything is available on the plane—bathtubs, saunas, etc."
These devices are now controlled by A, and the pinching effect is almost better than that of a real person.
Unexpectedly, the doctor continued to chat with him.
"I'm not interested in that—I want to talk about how you fought off the Chitauri, the Dark Elves in London, and the alien war criminal, and how you defeated the agents in St. Petersburg without any bloodshed..."
Helen recounted Harry's heroic deeds with enthusiasm, making Harry realize that he had become a legend in the eyes of ordinary people.
Now, he was also becoming interested in this topic.
"It's better to discuss how you disseminated this information—I don't use social networks much."
Harry sat opposite Dr. Cho, and the research facilities in the cabin immediately retracted and transformed into a bar instead.
The robotic arm swung back and forth on the wine rack.
"I think you might need something to drink. I've learned some new techniques recently," A's voice chimed in at the right moment.
Helen took the wine glass and took a big sip, which made Harry click his tongue.
"There are rumors online that the Chitauri fell from the sky, and then Harry Osborn entered the battlefield with his arms folded, facing the Chitauri beasts and waving one arm—
All sorts of super soldiers and armies appeared right behind you, blowing them to smithereens and almost pushing the Chitauri back..."
It felt great to hear others praise him, especially since she was a beautiful woman with a high IQ.
Harry was modest as he replied, "Well, the situation was very complicated at the time."
"I know; otherwise, you wouldn't have carried the nuclear bomb—you are a hero," Helen said. "So I joined your plan."
Under the influence of alcohol, the lady spoke more energetically, leaning closer to Harry's ear. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed her ears turning red.
"The plan to create humans."
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Chapter 20
Finally, Dr. Cho fell asleep, drunk.
Harry was not a stallion. He was looking for someone to conduct research, and he was not talking about big business. He placed her back in the lounge and ignored her.
Dr. Cho woke up the next day with no memory of what happened after she got drunk. She apologized to Harry with a flushed face.
It was obvious that she didn't drink well.
The synthetic human production center would be located in New York. Based on the current estimated production capacity, it could produce approximately 10 synthetic humans with different personalities every month.
Compared to the current scale expansion trend of Osborne, this production capacity was obviously much smaller.
It wasn't that Harry didn't want to expand the factory's capacity, but that society wasn't ready yet.
There was no doubt that these synthetic humans had individual intelligence and free consciousness and could be treated as living beings, but this was not something Harry could decide.
He needed Norman to facilitate it, at least for now in the USA, and then use the Osborne Group's control over small countries to try it out in each branch.
Only when the U.S. side lets the wind blow in favor will the Osborne Group's behavior not leave a mark. On the contrary, if others jumped out to oppose it, they could be given a slap in the face.
After all, a company is just a company, and some superficial things must be done at a higher level.
For others, it was a matter of chance, but for Harry, it was only a matter of time.
"Ha—so you spent more than 20 hours on a plane with her alone, and she got drunk..."
Felicia looked at him disapprovingly, and Harry could only raise his hands in surrender.
"Don't you still know who I am? We really have nothing to do— we just discussed scientific research issues."
Harry said as he switched the office to laboratory mode.
Felicia was not the type to mess around—and considering Harry's current status and financial resources, even if he did something, he would still be a very measured person.
"Okay, I believe you. The company has completed expansion according to your instructions. Industries such as electronics, clothing, automobiles, exoskeletons, and mechanical prosthetics have all been fully launched. In addition to food, more than 92% of New York City's consumer goods market already belongs to us."
Harry responded while debugging the experimental equipment: "Very good. Let's follow this trend and expand outward—including overseas. For branches in countries that don't have money, we will replace the cost by distributing consumer goods."
Osborne could now produce almost every type of consumer product.
Using fusion power, automated factories, and mineral resources from outer space, these consumer goods could be produced cheaply.
Mobile phones had almost disappeared, and today's personal terminals were becoming more and more diverse—they might exist in civilian exoskeletons, or they might be holographic watches, AR glasses, or implants.
The systems used by these terminals had been updated a long time ago, and now they all used the Osborne operating system developed by T-Bone.
In fact, Harry not only distributed consumer goods internally for almost free, but he also actively cooperated with Norman and used the distribution of consumer goods to replace part of the relief fund—this was beneficial for all parties.
First, there was no need to continue printing money to overdraw credit; secondly, Osborne's users had expanded; and thirdly, civilian life had stabilized, with no need to continue borrowing money to buy anything, allowing society to continue functioning.
Because the items they had borrowed money to purchase were now being produced using brand-new technology, the cost difference between the old-era products and the new-era products would gradually eat away at the overdraft credit—of course, there was still a big issue to resolve.
It was just a place to stay—but Norman was also working on that.
By connecting to the national infrastructure network, the basic functions of small villages would become more complete; by drawing from virtual reality and strengthening the service industry and education, the functions of large cities would gradually be diverted.
After all, if you could live well in a small place, why bother moving to a big city?
"I agree... There's just one problem. Some companies are planning to unite to sue us for monopoly." Felicia shrugged. Although she said that, it was obvious she didn't take it seriously.
"What are you going to do?"
"They can't sue us anyway—but I want to open up some of the low-end eliminated cores and let them supplement the low-end market.
I plan to take the lead in establishing a joint purchasing organization among us, so that they can compete at will and our profits will be equal to each other."
It was a good choice. Not only could he give them a piece of food, but he would also manage to pay himself a portion in the end.
This joint purchasing organization would negotiate Osborne's agreed supply agreements with other companies. Although other companies were formally and legally independent, they had effectively lost their independence in the purchasing and selling stages.
As their core technology was restricted, they would only become more and more dependent on the Osborne Group, and in the end, they would actually be restrained by Osborne and this joint procurement organization.
Did they know? Of course they knew, but what could they do?
In the high-end field, only Stark Industries was qualified to compete with Osborne, and the two companies had actually been communicating with each other.
However, because of Tony's performance, Harry had to ensure that Osborne always beat Stark by one head—or several heads.
After hearing this, Harry nodded. Felicia was not a flower vase, and he could trust her.
Harry added: "Now that it's like this, why not..."
"Support several companies that focus on other areas, right? I'm already doing that. Osborne Bank controls several leading companies in transportation, services, and financial industries."
That's what I mean.
Osborne Bank was developing very well, and it could use the characteristics of the financial industry to control a wider range of industries—these industries did not necessarily need to be managed directly, after all, ordinary people also needed to eat.
Harry smiled and shook his head, hugging Felicia's waist: "You are really amazing—much more powerful than me, the former CEO."
"Thank you, Mr. Chairman—how would the Osborne Group exist without you?"
Harry pressed his lips against Felicia's soft red lips—the atmosphere was just right.
"You seem very tired—I believe you didn't have anything happen with that doctor." Felicia said. "You always feel better after doing it, but it doesn't seem to be the same now."
"Please, can we not talk about her now?" Harry rolled his eyes.
Helen Cho was working; now it was a matter of private life.
Felicia burst into laughter.
"Okay, the atmosphere is gone. Now that I'm sitting here, I've thought of a solution to your physical problem."
Harry patted the genetic modification chamber.
He had commissioned A to produce this in Siberia. It should be the most advanced genetic engineering facility on Earth.
Not only was this a solution to Felicia's physical problem, but it was also a genetic modification.
Felicia took off her clothes and lay down in the transformation chamber.
Every time genetic modification gave an object a trait, the difficulty of carrying out the next modification increased exponentially.
If Harry expected, the more "advanced" the characteristics, the difficulty and cost would rise sharply.
In other words, to carry out nationwide transformation, an issue that Harry had not considered for a long time had to be brought to the forefront again: the issue of cost.
Fortunately, there was no need to think too much about strengthening Felicia. Of course, Harry would give Felicia all the characteristics.
The longevity gene trait merely eliminated Felicia's physical problems, and the all-around trait enhancement effects were superimposed, making her seem reborn.
When the chamber door opened, Felicia's skin seemed to be breakable by a blow, and her already perfect figure became even better, as if it were a sculpture from the hands of a top sculptor.
"Are you fascinated?" Felicia smiled playfully, then said in a pretentious manner: "By the way, there is one more thing. If you want to expand production capacity, there is not enough lube..."
Harry said helplessly: "Seriously? Let's do something else now."
As he said that, he took out a cardboard box, and Felicia looked a little confused about what it was.
"Halloween gift."
"But that's still three months away!"
Amidst the exclamations, the atmosphere in the office of the chairman of the Osborne Group became more and more charming.
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Chapter 194: Recruiting Coulson
"Dr. Foster? Thor is leaving... Okay, I will coordinate with the International Court of Justice. Please thank Thor for his assistance in this incident—the Earth will always welcome him."
Thor seemed unable to stay any longer. After all, he had come to Earth with a mission this time.
As for Malekith, this matter could be easily resolved. The only reason he was delaying the verdict was in hopes that Thor could learn more about Earth and cultivate cross-species connections.
Thor wanted to take him away, but the people on Earth didn't dare to stop him. In a sense, Earth could only be regarded as a vassal state of Asgard—the people of Earth had even recently discovered this, highlighting the strength gap between the two.
So when Coulson woke up, he saw Harry talking and laughing with members of the International Tribunal, which left him a little confused.
"...Thank you for your cooperation, Chairman." Harry hung up the communication and said to Coulson: "We meet again, Agent Coulson. How do you feel?"
Skye, Fitz, and Simmons watched nervously as Coulson reacted.
They now knew what Coulson had been injected with and the changes that may have occurred.
Even with the support of Osborn's technology, theoretically, they had eliminated the influence of Kree blood to the greatest extent; still, a few people couldn't shake their apprehension.
"Very good..." Coulson seemed to wake up from a deep dream and slowly recalled what happened before he fell into a coma.
Soon, he pretended to be calm until:
"I guess the fact that you're still here means you've escaped... Oh my God, Hydra? They're inside SHIELD?"
It was obvious that Coulson was still confused.
Fitz and Simmons chattered away, eager for Coulson to share what had happened after he disappeared, but Skye remained silent.
Although she was relieved that Coulson was awake and seemed to have no side effects, the document Harry had given her left her feeling unhappy.
She found out that she was "Special Item" 084, as recorded by SHIELD. Not only that, many people had died because of her. The reason she could only wander between different families for so many years turned out to be rooted in something akin to feudal superstition.
And these things had truly caused deaths; it was SHIELD that had been protecting her...
"Wherever this girl goes, death follows," was how the agent concluded in the document.
Taking advantage of Coulson's time to digest the information, Harry took the initiative to speak to Skye:
"Why, are you feeling uneasy about being a mysterious contained object?" Harry was in a good mood now and was happy to play the role of her confidant.
Skye glanced at Harry: "Believe me, if you knew you were like 'extraterrestrial bacteria,' and whoever touched you would die, you'd feel the same."
Harry nodded with deep understanding. In the original story, Skye's life experience was indeed tragic. After her mother was tortured by Hydra, she became a deliberate racist, contemplating the extermination of the human race to leave only inhumans.
Her father rescued his wife, but the process drove him mad due to the changes in his wife.
In the end, her mother wanted to kill her, and her father killed her mother to protect her—
Overall, it was certainly not a happy family film.
And Harry... Harry's father, Norman, was also heading down a road of no return, which resonated with him deeply.
So he patted Skye on the shoulder: "There's a long way to go, Skye."
Skye was confused now: she was a bit bewildered, but what was the boss lamenting?
It was as if the brave hero destined to save the world in the story had met the prophet, who then patted her on the shoulder and said solemnly: There is a long way to go, brave hero.
But no matter what, they were now gathered together for Coulson.
This agent had understood most of the things through the explanations of the two young agents, but honestly, he was still a little confused. Fortunately, the world had not been destroyed yet.
Harry shook hands with him. The agent managed his expression well. Even though his hometown was gone, he could still smile so professionally.
"To be honest, you are a truly great agent. I thought you would be preoccupied with the fact that SHIELD is gone for a long time," Harry said bluntly.
"I'm very confused, but I can't show it, right? It's better to say that I'm surprised you didn't arrest us—Fury is still alive, right?" Coulson replied.
Under the leadership of H.A.M.M.E.R., the entire world was hunting down Hydra and SHIELD. To be honest, given the current situation, Harry could indiscriminately arrest all SHIELD agents.
But he didn't, which showed he understood a lot of things—for example, Fury was definitely not Hydra, and not everyone in SHIELD was Hydra.
It's just that he thought wrong. Harry didn't want SHIELD to continue to exist before helping them.
"Smart. He is indeed alive, but there will be no SHIELD anymore, Agent."
"What do you mean?" Coulson's expression did not change, but confusion surfaced.
Harry operated the console, bringing up Fury's communication screen.
Seeing this one-eyed black baldie again made Coulson feel relieved, but what he said was not easy to accept.
"Nice to meet you, Coulson. What I say next may be a little hard for you to accept. I hope you can join H.A.M.M.E.R."
"Copy that, although this does feel a bit... abrupt." Coulson spread his hands.
Everyone looked at him in disbelief, except Harry, who winked at Fury.
That's why he had asked Fury to agree to his inclusion.
Fury continued: "This time is different, Coulson. I want you to actually join H.A.M.M.E.R.—there is no SHIELD, or it has never existed at all."
Coulson was stunned; he could tell Fury was serious.
But the words "never existed at all" were unacceptable to him—he laughed.
He was laughing and pacing, but it was obvious that it was not because the matter was ridiculous; it was because he was angry:
"What are you talking about? SHIELD exists. We can't give in just because Hydra defeated us once. We are SHIELD agents, and it is our mission to protect normal human society from being affected!
If SHIELD never existed, what's the point of what we're doing? Are we just 'nothing agents'? Those dead agents, their sacrifices, their work—"
"Listen to me! Agent!" Fury loudly interrupted Coulson's somewhat out-of-control speech.
"SHIELD doesn't exist at all. It was a product of Hydra's infiltration of the American SSR after World War II, followed by its establishment through a series of political operations!
But our spirit, the concept of protecting mankind, and our efforts have all existed, and they need to be passed on!"
Fury's words calmed Coulson down a bit.
SHIELD was built on the foundation of SSR. Although Hydra had taken over and used the SSR's foundation to establish SHIELD, the people attracted by this concept and what they had done indeed existed.
Though it was indeed not very people-friendly.
"That's why you need to join Osborn, the Hammer. I'll leave the rest to you."
Fury cut off the communication, confident that Coulson would adapt.
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Chapter 195: Nine-Headed Snake Parasite Cure Operation
What Fury said was actually what Harry had said when he persuaded him.
It doesn't matter what you call it; the key is what you do and how you can do it.
Although everyone had some inexplicable prejudice against Osborn, so far, Harry had been saving the world, which they could not refute.
"Agent Coulson, if you have calmed down, I still have some work to do here," Harry said.
The best way to get Coulson to accept the situation was to get him involved in the job.
He was obviously still a bit stunned.
Seeing this, Simmons wanted to smooth things over and said, "Coulson just woke up; he needs..."
"He needs work, Dr. Simmons, and Hydra is still out there—you don't really think I'm done with them, do you?" Harry knocked on the table.
Coulson raised his head again. "He's right; Hydra, that's the most important question."
Seeing this, Harry smiled with satisfaction.
He had always enjoyed recruiting various talents. As we all know, resources need people to create more value. Harry's advantage was that he had many resources, so he also needed a lot of people.
Coulson's work ability went without saying. His loyalty to S.H.I.E.L.D. stemmed from his belief in "protecting humanity."
On the other hand, S.H.I.E.L.D. was both a workplace and a family for him.
No matter how you looked at it, he had the attributes of a model employee—as long as he could work for Harry.
Harry displayed the Hydra information he had prepared.
Now the leader of Hydra was undoubtedly Daniel Whitehall. He did not capture all the leaders of Hydra at once but left some heavyweights behind.
This Whitehall was a loyal believer of the Red Skull during World War II. Pierce had been captured, and he was likely to be the next leader of Hydra.
Additionally, he had captured Baron Strucker, Gibbon Malik, and Zora, which would create a vacuum in Hydra's power hierarchy. Before these middle-level leaders could be replaced or the forces redistributed, Whitehall could only personally control this part of Hydra.
This would make them much easier to handle.
"Daniel Whitehall...are you sure he is the new leader of Hydra?" Coulson asked. He wanted to ask about Harry's intelligence source to judge its credibility.
"I'm sure. As for the news—it comes from technology." Halfway through, Harry came back to his senses. "Wait a minute; would you ask Fury the same thing?"
"Sometimes," Coulson shrugged.
"Then don't ask, and this Whitehall is not an ordinary person—he is over 100 years old and a loyal fan of the Red Skull. He is as crazy as a young girl willing to go to Stark Tower to cosplay."
As he spoke, Harry glanced at Skye, but she returned a blank stare. "That was a few years ago? Now they all like to go to the 'New York Giants.'"
"Not even a few years. How did you know?"
Skye choked, and Coulson said helplessly, "Really? Do you really want to discuss cosplay at an intelligence meeting with the leader of Hydra?"
It's always fun to tease Skye, but Coulson made a good point, considering they were in a meeting.
Harry continued, "Just a digression—let's continue. I just mentioned that Whitehall is a supernatural person. He has lived for more than 100 years, which is seriously inconsistent with his appearance."
"Superpower is very dangerous, so our mission is to find him?" Coulson asked.
"Almost, but it's not the final goal—this is the era of big data, Agent Coulson."
Harry pulled up a map of Whitehall's presumed whereabouts.
Hydra had properties all over the world, and so, coincidentally, did Osborn.
Not just in industry; with the establishment of military alliances, Norman could now provide hammer with traffic information for more than 123 sovereign countries.
As small countries and disputed areas fell into war, Osborn had taken over the actual control of many war-torn areas and countries. Taken together, Hammer had support all over the world.
Through A's calculations and scheduling, Whitehall's activity area could be easily locked.
Even worse, he also knew that there was an important Hydra base in the North Pole. If he couldn't find anyone, he could just raid their home.
"Is this 'Avengers-level' technical support...?" Fitz was shocked.
Harry just shrugged. In fact, the Avengers didn't have this ability.
"Guys, did you just see him doing that fake shrug?" Skye added.
But everyone ignored her humorous remarks.
Coulson said, "Now that you have his information, why don't you act? Search for him like you did a large-scale manhunt?"
"Because if you cut off one head, two will grow, and I want Hydra to be extinct—no compromise, no Paperclip plan.
There are still several Hydra leaders that we need to track down and attack all at the same time. This time we won't just chop off one head.
We are to be like Hercules, beheading their heads and burning their wounds with fire."
Keeping Whitehall was all about digging up the other Hydras.
Known middle-level leaders of Hydra included Battleship, Chief, Bank, and Dr. List.
Among them, the battleship was Whitehall's current security chief, Bakshi. Dr. List was also easy to find. The key was the bank and the chief.
The bank was probably an old financial oligarch, and the chief was likely a wealthy individual or even a royal family member in the Arab region.
Expanding production happened to require crude oil as a chemical raw material, so it was unjustifiable for them not to eliminate it; those old financial oligarchs had always opposed the energy and currency system.
"We find them, then lock down their industries and uproot them all at once. Am I clear?" Harry said.
Hydra was also made up of people. The most powerful force in society is to mobilize resources and uproot their industries. They will never rise again.
After reviewing the information, Coulson said, "Sir... you have so much information. I mean, Fury looks like a blind man compared to you."
"Technological means. If there are no other problems, just get to work. A will provide you with support throughout the process—you will know who it is."
Coulson remarked, "Mysterious, very similar to Fury's style. But before I start taking action, I still have a question: Why did you ask me to do this?"
Hearing this question, Harry smiled:
"Agent, let me be blunt; I like the humanistic vibe in you, and on the other hand, you owe me your life—in every sense of the word.
Needless to say, I saved your life, and I also eliminated the effects of Fury's injection of alien blood into you—there should be some left now, but it won't be a problem soon."
Although Coulson's memory was very vague, he had understood what happened to him through Fitz and Simmons.
He was very strong, but injections of alien blood, resurrection from the dead, and memory transplants didn't seem like things that would make people feel at ease.
So Harry's words silenced him—because from this perspective, he did owe Harry.
Harry patted Coulson on the shoulder. "So work hard and report any matters related to aliens as soon as possible. I have more experience than you in this area—exclusive news; I have been to aliens. No—don't ask."
Everyone looked at each other, but they understood and didn't ask any questions.
Coulson replied, "Roger that, sir. Last question: What about those S.H.I.E.L.D. agents? I mean the ones that aren't Hydra?"
"Well, you should still be colleagues, but you have to go through a long special review—it's completely harmless; don't worry."
Coulson smiled upon hearing this answer. "It's technological means again, right?"
Harry nodded.
Just when everyone was about to leave, Fitz seemed to have gathered a lot of courage and asked a question: "What about those Hydras pretending to be S.H.I.E.L.D. agents?"
Harry smiled. "Your statement is very strange. They are Hydra. There is no need to add so many prefixes in front of them."
"I mean, they could have been brainwashed, you know, like Sergeant Barnes..."
"Dr. Fitz, not all Hydras have undergone forced brainwashing." Harry interrupted Fitz with a firm tone.
As soon as these words came out, several people seemed to have been doused with cold water.
"However, some of them did have their weaknesses invaded by Hydra and then 'moulded.' I have other arrangements for these people, and you will know soon."
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