Chapter 912 Hela's jealousy, Garrett at the end of his rope (1/2)

The God of Contract;

The ancient and noble inheritor;

The creator of the mind, the ruler of the shadow.

Baki recited these three verses with a strange look on his face. As a person who had never been exposed to mysticism, it was really difficult for him.

"It's okay!" Aaron said somewhat reluctantly, "But it's better to be more pious when reciting, and keep your identity secret. Don't let others know that you are mine. After all, my position in this universe is really embarrassing."

"I understand."

"One more thing, I will convene a meeting of all the followers every three months to understand their progress in digesting the potion.

The time of the next meeting is..." Aaron thought for a while and cast a look at Jane.

Jane understood instantly and said, "Mid-April."

"Yes, mid-April, the time is midnight.

Remember to go to bed on time, because I am recruiting people through dreams.

You can get to know other people and introduce yourself by the way."

"Uh... Got it."

"One more thing, pay attention to how you address me when there are outsiders present in the future."

Bucky raised his eyebrows and said tentatively, "BOSS?"

"That's so formal! Just call me Aaron."

"But when there are no outsiders present..."

"Master." Jane saluted Aaron very cooperatively without any psychological burden.

Bucky's face darkened, "Is this appropriate?"

"No, no." Aaron waved his hand indifferently, "But compared to a queen who makes people kneel at every turn, I am already very kind.

How about this! Just like everyone else, when there are no outsiders present, just call me boss."

Bucky breathed a sigh of relief, this title was barely acceptable.

"Call Steve Rogers and explain your current situation to him, then you can report to SHIELD.

Believe me, Nick Fury will definitely arrange everything for you." Aaron said calmly, and then handed him a bank card, "There is one million in this card, which is a little financial support from the boss."

"This..." Bucky hesitated. As the saying goes, no merit, no reward. His pride does not allow him to take other people's money casually, let alone one million.

And the boss's money is generally not so easy to take, who knows if there will be any traps.

Aaron seemed to see his entanglement and said speechlessly: "You have signed the contract, and even your life belongs to me. Do you think there is anything else worth my plotting?"

"It seems not."

"So don't think too much, this is just a simple care for your subordinates.

After all, you have nothing now, no car, no house, no money. Of course, if you want to eat Steve's bowl of hard rice, then just ignore what I said."

Bucky's face twitched, and he decisively accepted Aaron's kindness.

"That's right, don't be embarrassed." Aaron smiled, and then pressed his finger on Bucky's forehead, "I will help you deal with the sequelae of Hydra's brainwashing now."

"What?"

As soon as the voice fell, Bucky saw Aaron's finger pull out a strand of silver light from his forehead.

Watching this light silver thread leave his brain, Bucky felt a lot more relaxed, as if a mountain that had been pressing on him had been removed.

"Is this my memory?"

"You have foresight. I pulled the code that Hydra used to control you out of your mind.

As long as you don't know, the so-called code naturally does not exist.

If Hydra comes looking for you in the future, then your chance for revenge will naturally come."

"Thank you." Bucky said sincerely gratefully.

"I will naturally do what I promised in advance." Aaron said lightly, "Okay, you can leave now."

Bucky nodded, stood up and walked out.

But just as he reached the door, he suddenly paused, and said with a struggling expression: "I, among the people I killed before..."

"That's your business, you deal with it yourself, I won't interfere.

I only have one request for you, don't die because of the past."

Baki took a deep breath, "I know."

Hela shook his head with emotion, "Congratulations! You have fooled another potential subordinate."

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about?

Your Highness Hela, this is a serious fair trade, when did I fool him."

"Once the contract is signed, you have the final say in the future."

"All my relatives know this, and I have never hidden it from them."

Hela rolled her eyes at him and said nothing more.

She admitted that she was a little jealous in her heart. She, the goddess of death, had been in the business for so many years, but she was not as good as a man who had been in the business for more than 20 years and did not even dare to reveal his identity.

Aaron had a large number of trustworthy subordinates, but she had not had a single trustworthy person for thousands of years, only the undead army created by the power of death.

Aaron's pets are the holy dragon Abe and the phoenix Fox, while she only has the giant wolf Fenrir.

It's okay that they can't compare in quantity, but they can't compare in quality either.

Abe and Fox are flesh and blood, with emotional changes, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. Fenrir is a creature she resurrected with the power of death. Although he is called a pet, he is just a powerful mount.

Aaron has a family and a lover, but she is alone, and her latest goal is to kill her own father.

The most outrageous thing is that Aaron has arranged a growth path for each of his subordinates. Perhaps after a thousand years, he will have a group of sub-fathers or even father-level thugs standing behind him, and she...seems to be able to only watch.

"Heh!" Hela said with emotion, "So I really failed a bit."

"What did you say?"

"None of your business." Hela said indifferently, then hugged Abe and put him on her lap, as if only stroking the dragon could make her feel a little relieved.

"It's really inexplicable." Aaron snorted lightly, and then opened the task panel.

[Capture Bucky Barnes;

Complete the task and get 300 magic points; no penalty for mission failure; completed]

[Help Bucky Barnes return to normal;

Complete the task and get 200 magic points; no penalty for mission failure; completed]

"Receive."

"Congratulations to the host for completing the task and getting 500 magic points."

......

Airbus.

Garrett opened a bottle of wine on the bar and watched the news on TV with interest.

Witnesses claimed that the attacker broke through several walls and killed Colombia's most notorious drug lord, Alejandro Castillo, nicknamed Bulldog.

Everyone was speculating whether this assassination of Superman was done by a man, a monster, or a machine...

Looking at the picture of the death warrior Mike Peterson on TV, Garrett smiled unkindly.

"He must be a person, and the monster is barely passable. After all, he has been transformed by serum, and his body is severely damaged, as if he was burned by fire. The machine... You can see that I spent a lot of money to equip him with a set of mechanical equipment."

"There is no need for that." Ward complained while sitting on the sofa, "I can eliminate the drug lord, and I won't be photographed.

Half a mile away, one shot to kill."

"Of course, I don't doubt it.

But you missed the point. I don't just want to get rid of him, I want to show everyone.

People are shot every day in Bogota, but when have you ever seen a monster knock off a drug lord's head with one punch? This is international news."

"But why? We shouldn't do this now. Do something so conspicuous! "

"Because Hydra failed." Garrett chuckled and said, "It turns out that Nick Fury is more difficult to deal with than we thought.

He knew that SHIELD was infiltrated by Hydra, but he kept it secret in order to catch them all at the right time.

He succeeded, cleared the unstable factors within SHIELD and stabilized the situation.

All we can get is a short period of peace. When he is free, the first thing he will deal with is us.

So if we don't want to be hunted by SHIELD, we have to find a way to strengthen ourselves and expand our organization. This news is an advertisement. "

As he spoke, the death warrior Mike Peterson came over with a woman wearing a floral cheongsam.

After hijacking the plane, Garrett knew that he didn't have much time left, so he did two main things.

The first thing was to capture the experimental base and find the drug developed by SHIELD that can bring people back to life.

However, the agents guarding the base were idiots. As soon as they started the attack, those agents activated the self-destruct device in a frenzy.

Fortunately, they managed to grab the finished medicine before the base was destroyed, but unfortunately, they only grabbed the finished medicine, and did not have time to take away other research materials and experimental equipment.

The second thing was to send someone to rescue Rena, who liked to wear floral dresses, from the cell. This woman had very good interpersonal skills. Her language skills contributed greatly to the development of centipede serum to this point.

"You did a great job, Mike." Garrett smiled and raised the bottle in his hand to Mike, "If I didn't know you well, I would think you were starting to enjoy your work.

Do you think he was starting to enjoy his work?"

"Someone must think so." Ward said insincerely.

"I like to think that we all enjoy our work.

Why not? These are exciting moments with rich rewards! This reminds me." Garrett seemed to have thought of something and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Zeller, it's me.

Send Mike Peterson some videos of his son this afternoon. You're welcome."

Mike looked at him expressionlessly and walked to the back silently.

"It seems that Mr. Peterson is in a bad mood, but it doesn't matter, he will get used to it." Garrett shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Mike Peterson was a tool for him. He had many such tools, but after all, he invested a lot in him, so he was considered a high-level tool.

"Rena, please tell me you've done it."

"You are more optimistic than I thought." Rena smiled and raised her eyebrows.

"That's because you never let people down. I envy your talent and your success rate."

"As you expected, the experiment was successful." Rena raised a curve at the corner of her mouth, "The Cuban laboratory conducted human experiments at the fastest speed.

After sacrificing more than a dozen lives, it was determined that a drug numbered GH-325 met your needs and could revive the dead."

"Thank God." Garrett breathed a sigh of relief.

Rena placed a small bottle of liquid medicine in front of Garrett, "The genetic components extracted from the previous samples are concentrated in this small bottle.

It should be able to regenerate and repair cells. Please keep it carefully. This may be the only bottle in the world."

"Let's get started without further ado!" Garrett took a deep breath and seemed to have made a very difficult decision.

"Garrett." Ward hesitated, "Are you sure you want to start now?"

"GH-325 has no side effects." Reina said, "It's better to use it carefully, and it may not be useful."

Garrett smiled casually, "This is the goal I have been pursuing for 25 years. Nothing is more terrible than death."

Ward was about to say something when he was interrupted by Garrett, "You know my physical condition. My organs are almost gone. Relying on serum alone can only extend my life by one to two months, and it is not a normal extension.

The most important thing is that SHIELD will not give us time, and this is the last bottle of potion. I have no other choice to live."

"It's not that there is no other choice." Reina interrupted, "If you can get the Phoenix Tears in Gaius's hands, there may be a chance."

"The risk is too great, girl in a flower skirt." Garrett smiled bitterly, "My intuition tells me that looking for that fortune teller will only accelerate my death."

Reina was stunned, thinking of Gaius' selfishness and cold-bloodedness, she was speechless for a while.

Ward pursed his lips in confusion, "I know."

"Then you do it!" Garrett said as he lay on the sofa, lifted his shirt, and revealed a silver mechanical device covering most of his waist.

Ward pressed the safety device, and then pried open a thick silver cover on Garrett's waist.

The orange-red centipede serum is stored in a gallbladder, and the viscous orange-red liquid is delivered to the dry and cracked internal organs through a complex infusion tube, giving them morbid vitality.

"Hiss!" Lena couldn't help but take a breath, but she was not very nervous, "The centipede serum is almost replacing your blood circulation system."

"This is the only source of power that has kept me alive for the past few months." Garrett said with a dry laugh, and then put the GH-325 in Ward's hand, "Do it!"

Huh!

Ward took a deep breath, reached into Garrett's waist and abdomen, and took out the gallbladder that stored the centipede serum.

He drew GH-325 into a syringe and was about to inject it into the gallbladder when he hesitated, "Garrett, we are not at the end of our rope yet!"

"Without it, I will die.

So... who cares!"

"It's easy for you to say, but what will I do if you die?" Ward said speechlessly. He regarded Garrett as his life belief. If Garrett died, he would lose his future direction.

"I won't die. Don't think too much. Inject it quickly!"