Kansas, a small town.

The dead lead-ago clouds covered the town, and the boring and desolate atmosphere made people feel depressed for no reason. The sky looked like rain could fall every minute and every second, and the pedestrians were all in a hurry, and no one wanted to stay on the street in such weather.

Chris Bruno asked the driver to park the black van at a bar in town. He took a few tall, muscular men and jumped out of the car and strode to the bar door. He ignored the "relaxation" sign hanging on the door, opened the door and walked in.

After passing a dimly lit staircase, Chris walked into the bar's front hall. There was already a table of people sitting around a round table in the booth area, and the strong muscular men stood up straight behind. When they saw Chris entering the door, a warm beard whistled.

"Ha, you're here, I just told them that even if no one else comes, you will never attend."

The bearded man enthusiastically stepped forward and stretched out his hand. Chris shook his hand symbolically with his eyes coldly swept across every face next to the table, his face not looking good.

"There are only these people?" he asked.

"It's lucky to have so many," said a man leaning on the sofa. He put on his wallet and had a glittering ornament hanging on his ears. He said: "The death of Baron Strack has caused the entire branch to fall apart. Many people have started to make small plans, and they are no longer willing to cooperate with others. They want to be independent."

"Silly!" the bearded man scolded, "The crisis facing Hydra is now unprecedented. Although the ASCHS has been ordered to disband, they will not let us go. Only by uniting and integrating our strength can we have the opportunity to continue to survive."

"It's right." Chris also sat down on the empty stool at the table, and several big and thick followers stood behind him alternately. He opened a bottle of whiskey, poured himself a cup, and took a sip of it slowly before saying, "Strak has gone to see our founder. But their will should be inherited by us."

He paused, shook the glass, and said, "But we have lost our heads, which is indeed true. We need to work together, but this state of headlessness cannot be done."

"That's exactly what we were discussing before you came in." said the bearded man. "Now there are only a few left in the branch under the Baron's jurisdiction. We should combine the strengths of these people and select a unified leader..."

"Let me guess," Chris sneered, "do you think that person should be you?"

The bearded man stopped. He and Chris looked at each other for a moment and smiled confidently: "In fact, I haven't had time to talk about that part before you come in. But yes, I think I have enough ability and enthusiasm to inherit the great people's unfinished career."

"Just you? A dog-legged person in the office?" Chris sarcastically.

The bearded man's face changed.

"You mean, do you think you are more qualified than me?"

"I mean, no matter how good the position of the leader is, it is not your turn to sit for someone like you who has never even eaten a gun for Hydra in his life." Chris said coldly, "and not only have I been on the front line myself, I have been personally commended by Baron Strack, but I have even had the honor of using my body to block bullets for him. So yes, if there is one person present who can inherit the Baron's career, I think that person should be me."

"You have made great contributions to Hydra, Chris, no one will deny this." The bearded man put away his smile and responded tit-for-tat, "But what you said can only prove that you are a brave warrior, but it cannot make you an excellent leader. What management needs is experience and ability, not cold swords and guns."

"But first you can try to steal this position from the swordsman."

Chris said quietly, and the muscle thugs behind him took a step knowingly, and intentionally or unintentionally showed the outline of the gun holster on the inner side of the top. The guards behind the bearded man were also unwilling to be outdone and came forward tacitly. The eyes of both sides intersected, and the murderous aura seemed to have a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

Almost everyone held their breath, and the murderous aura of the two sides' confrontation made people breathless. The people present didn't even dare to show off... except for the man wearing shining earrings and wearing a black wallet.

"Calm down, calm down." He leaned on the back of the sofa in a lazy position, shaking a wine glass in a silence, "You old guys are all calm, be careful of your excessive blood pressure or something. You are all amazing guys, really, are big shots. But I want to say that the times are changing after all, and Hydra must also make changes. Maybe we should consider changing some fresh blood and a younger and more enthusiastic person to lead the remaining people."

During the confrontation, the eyes of both sides fell on him.

After a strange moment of silence, the bearded man laughed out loud like he couldn't help laughing.

"You are the only one?" he said coldly, "You are not as qualified as us, your experience is not as experienced as us, and your ability is not as capable as us. Why do you think you are qualified?"

The man in leather jacket smiled slightly, and the large number of men in black standing behind him stepped forward together.

"Just because I have more people, more guns... more than you two combined, I'm afraid." He took a sip of whiskey and said, "I don't think you might have considered this part."

The situation was a confrontation between the two sides and turned into a three-way confrontation. The smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger in the bar, as if only a little bit of Mars was needed as a guide to the entire room being blown into the sky.

But either of them had no time to take the lead. The roof was blown open with a deafening roar, and the steel body fell from the broken mouth with a flame, and the dust stirred up swept across the bar.

Michael exploded the ceiling and made a grand appearance. When he raised his head, Shirley had already intelligently helped him mark the leader of the confrontation with a conspicuous locking box in the monitor.

Without saying a word, Michael activated the propeller on his back and rushed into the enemy formation. Before anyone could react, he raised his hand and blew up the arrogant head of the leather jacket man on the back of the sofa, and then kicked the bearded man in the stomach. The leg power output of more than ten tons made the bearded man knock through the wall and flew backwards out of the bar. He saw that he could not survive.

This Bruno may have been a very good soldier in the past. He was the first person in the game to realize what happened. He jumped up, took two steps in a diagonal manner, and shot his gun at the attacker's knees, necks, shoulders and other armor joints, which may have been relatively weak in defense. He responded quickly and was impeccable...

...... Unfortunately, this did not seem to make him any different from the previous two. Michael flipped his palm and fired again and again, and the pulse light cannon under the assisted aim of the system exploded Chris' chest without any fancy.

From the time Michael exploded the ceiling to the fall of the three leaders, the whole process seemed long, but it only took two seconds in total. The thugs who lost their leaders drew their guns and pointed at the mysterious intruder, but no one fired.

"Now," Michael's mechanical processing voice came out loudly from the loudspeaker, "Who else wants to give orders here?"

No one said anything.

"Very good, so from now on, I will issue the order. Does anyone have any objections?"

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and then somebody took the lead in putting down their guns one after another, giving an answer through actions.

Michael walked forward and casually pointed a guy with stubble that looked about thirty years old.

"you."

The man pointed at himself blankly: "You... say me, sir?"

"Yes. What's your name?"

“…Rick, sir. Rick Belloc.”

"Rick, from now on, all the subordinate institutions of those three people are under your control." Michael said lightly, "I need you to help me with a few things."

"Assuming the orders, sir."

"I want you to spread the news as widely as possible, find all the remaining forces and recruit their teams. It doesn't matter if it's a tough attitude - if it's necessary. I need all the people of the Strak Remnants to receive the news within a week."

"I understand, sir." Rick patted his chest, "promise to complete the task."
Chapter completed!