The red-haired girl and the white-haired boy were blocked in the corner of an alley, surrounded by three or five strong muscles, but not very smart at first glance. The leader was a black man with a figure of nearly two meters, with a fierce and cruel face, and when he grinned, he showed a mouthful of white and healthy teeth.

He pressed his hand against the wall, his wide shoulders in front of the girl, and his breath was as heavy as a bull. The red-haired girl had to raise her head to meet the sight of this tall and big guy, but she didn't look scared at all.

The process of things is not complicated. The twins (of course, Scarlet Witch and Quick Silver) wandered aimlessly after leaving Baron Strack's base, and soon found the nearest town after walking out of the forest. However, the security in this area was obviously not very satisfactory. They were blocked by these muscular idiots after swaying for a while.

"This is not a good idea. There is no adult accompanying me to wander around in such a place." The black man smiled in a low voice, "especially girls like you should be more safe."

This alley is not deep, and pedestrians pass by from time to time outside. Occasionally, people will glance at it for a few more times, but obviously no one wants to meddle in other people's business.

The girl hugged her arms and said in a cold and distinctly disgusting tone: "Let go of your dirty thoughts and get out of here... while you still have a chance."

The black man looked back at his companions: "She said he would tell us to get out of here while we still have the chance!" Several guys looked at each other and laughed.

Kuaiyin glanced at her sister sideways: "Is it up to me, or do it yourself?"

The Scarlet Witch did not make a sound, but the action replaced her answer. The Scarlet Magic crawled into her black and bright eyes, and the surging magic seemed to have caused the air to drop a few degrees before it condensed and formed.

The black man let go of his hand and took a step back instinctively: "What are you doing?"

But before the witch could cast the spell, the target in front of her was hit hard on her face, and her head tilted, lying on the side without moving.

She was stunned, and the red light in her pupils faded unconsciously and quickly returned to normal.

The one who took the lead was a young man, not tall or short, wearing a long black windbreaker with a standing collar, handmade shiny leather shoes, and a very unique hairstyle that was obviously taken care of by famous artists. Whether from this outfit or aura, such people should appear in developed places like Financial Street instead of such an inconspicuous town with backward economy.

The other strong men had a timid look, but it might be too embarrassing to say it if the boss was knocked down and turned around and said it out. So after thinking for a while, the remaining people rushed forward loudly. However, in the next few blinks, one of them had his arms broken, one of them had their chins broken, and the other was tripped by the man during the sprint, and the other one had his nose broken by the mud, and the other had his nose covered, and the other covered his nose and moaned.

After cooking these big guys who were not even troublesome after a few bites, Michael Paso tidied up the collar of the windbreaker and turned around.

"Okay, I don't need help." The Scarlet Witch glanced at the strong men who were moaning all over the ground, "But no matter what, thank you for your actions."

"I'm pretty sure you don't need to take action, Miss Maximov," said Michael. "But I'm just saving time for both of us-we both know that it would cause a commotion if you use your abilities just now."

"You know what I can... Wait, do you know my name?" The girl was a little surprised and also became alert. Kuaiyin was the same. When he heard this, he deliberately or unintentionally put down his arms that were huddled, as if he was wary of this person's attack at any time.

"Wanda Maximov and Pitro Maximov, of course, I know most of you. And, we actually have met."

Michael formed a magic seal casually, and Mars in his palm churned and changed into a simple magic array.

"It's you!" Wanda was surprised.

"It's me. Don't struggle, you know you can't read my thinking." Michael extinguished the magic circle with five fingers, and then glanced at Pitro, who looked like he was about to take action. "By the way, you owe me a life - no thanks."

"Since you're here, Strak should be finished." Wanda asked cautiously, "What do you want?"

"Struck is indeed done, so is Hydra. But I am re-engaging and integrating the residual power of Hydra to build a new organization on top of the ruins, a better organization," Michael said. "And I am offering you an invitation, and I hope you will consider joining."

"'A better Hydra', this can be considered a joke." Pitro complained.

"I'm working on this." Michael didn't mind his sarcasm, "It's not too late to be surprised when I finish it."

"So why do you think we will agree?" Wanda frowned, "Whether you want to get another Hydra out to control the world, or you want to turn it into another ASUS, why do you think we care?"

"Because you don't look like you have a better place to go, and I'm giving you a job with food, accommodation and salary," Michael said, and gave a meal, adding to Wanda, "Also, I know you want to gain stronger power, and I happen to be interested in your abilities. So the deal is like this - if you ask me to study your power, I can teach you how to better control and use it. Trust me, you haven't even discovered the fur of your own strength."

Wanda unexpectedly said: "Do you understand my power?"

"Not much, but it's much deeper than your own. But we can figure it out together in the future." Michael handed his hands in his trench coat pocket, "Of course, if you don't refuse this proposal."

Wanda subconsciously turned her head and looked at her brother. The moment they saw each other's thoughts were already understood.

She nodded gently.

"Very good, I don't think you will refuse."

Michael gently stroked a circle with his right hand, and the round magic portal burst out with sparks and circulating in the twins' surprised gaze. He took the lead in walking into the portal, but found that both brother and sister were parked at the other end of the door and kept their surprised expressions not following.

"What?" Michael spread his hands, "Do you expect to take a plane?"

***

Daniel Whitehall, one of the only remaining leaders of Hydra, was sitting behind a mahogany desk, looking through his pair of round glasses reflecting cold light at a thick folder.

Not long ago, the branch under White Hall was also hit by the sudden blow by ASCH. Most of White Hall's main forces were lost. Although he escaped the arrest of ASCH, he was short of both manpower and weapons at the moment, so it can be said that he was just surviving.

There was a knock outside the door. White Hall raised his eyes and said "Come in". A tall and dark-skinned British man walked in.

Sunil Baksh, White Hall's number one confidant, was also lucky not to be arrested during the S.H.E.D.

But no one else has the luck like them.

"The situation...is bad, sir." Buckshe brought it to the door and said with an ugly face. "I sent someone to investigate secretly. Most of them seemed to be finished. Mr. Chief was arrested, and three other leaders were shot dead on the spot. Baron Strak was unknown, but there seemed to be news in his sphere of influence that he was killed by Dr. Norton himself..."

White Hall nodded slightly: "I understand."

Bakshi has always respected his superior as a god, and when he saw him acting so calm, he couldn't help but feel relieved. He asked tentatively: "So...sir, what do we do next?"

"Everyone else is fine, what we have to do has never changed."

White Hall said calmly, closing the big folder in his hand and handed it to Baxch. The latter took it respectfully, carefully turning over and browsed a few pages.

He saw an ancient photo of an iron-colored object of unknown material, lying quietly in a black box, with an obelisk that looked somewhat similar to the ancient Egyptian style.

“Is this…?”
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