Chapter 222 A business, a transaction

"Close the one-way glass, I want to have a chat with him."

Bai Ye watched Taskmaster amusing himself for a while, then turned to the jailer standing next to the cell and said that these people had once served as Doctor Doom's subordinates and were very familiar with how to take care of these prisoners.

The jailer nodded silently, walked to a controller and pressed it a few times, and a series of instructions were entered quickly and orderly.

Then a line rippled across the entire glass, which meant that the inside and outside could see each other.

As the light on the display screen on the console went out, small circles of ripples began to ripple on the glass of the entire cell. The glass wall that separated them was slowly fading, and eventually became completely transparent, revealing the scenes inside and outside. clear and distinct.

The man wearing a white skull mask looked at Bai Ye approaching, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't seem to expect that Bai Ye would come to him at this moment.

After hearing this, Taskmaster frowned slightly and tapped his fingers lightly on his white skull mask.

Bai Ye turned to the jailer and waved his hand, gesturing for him to open the door of Taskmaster's cell. The jailer nodded respectfully, then stepped forward and opened the cell door on the console.

"Not bad." Bai Ye nodded.

While Taskmaster was enjoying this lost freedom, Bai Ye turned to look at the surveillance cameras on the wall. In this building, there were many Thunder Warriors who were paying close attention to everything here.

It seems that even if he has been imprisoned in prison, Taskmaster has learned about what is happening in the outside world through the communication between the cleaners or other personnel here.

He didn't know what Bai Ye meant, nor how he should respond. He could only stare at Bai Ye closely, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

Bai Ye stood in the corner of the cell, his eyes turning slightly. Then he approached the Imitation Master and spoke mysteriously in a low voice.

"Do you want to get out of this cell?"

Just when Master Imitation was feeling a wave of panic, Bai Ye suddenly stopped and said in a calm tone: "I want you to help me train an army, and in return you will get limited freedom."

When Taskmaster heard this, he was shocked.

The master of imitation nodded. He already had a prototype of a plan to train the army in his mind. Only through this kind of imitation training can the actual combat situation be simulated in the most realistic way.

The Red Skull threatened his life to let him work, and Doctor Doom promised a large sum of money. But in the end, before the money was received, Doom had already died under the knife of Bai Ye.

The man wearing a skull mask walked out and moved his wrists and ankles, but they seemed a bit restrained and shrinking.

Are you bored and come here to amuse yourself? Certainly not.

Then Taskmaster looked at the ball in his hand and replied in a low voice: "It's not bad here, it's just too boring."

Want to let him out?

He raised his head and looked at Bai Ye with a glimmer of hope, but with a little uneasiness, fearing that his ears had heard something wrong.

He gestured in the air with his leather-gloved hand, "The ratio should be about dozens of times."

Even if you are going to die, you should leave some dignity for yourself.

God, don't throw yourself into the Colosseum to fight with some monsters. If that happens, your death won't be too miserable.

But he wasn't too worried about this, not because there were these Thunder Warriors who were closely monitoring this place, but because Taskmaster was definitely a smart mercenary.

But Taskmaster did not show any fear or uneasiness. When Bai Ye came completely closer, he stood up slowly and said in a respectful, even flattering voice: "Good evening, Emperor."

At the same time, he lamented in his heart, yes, it seems that today is the day of his death.

Bai Ye's words stunned Master Imitation. He even thought he heard wrongly.

He turned to look at the man in the skull mask and asked, "How are you doing here?"

"Let him out and give him the lowest level of authority."

There are more of them than there are cameras, and they won't hesitate to take action if Taskmaster shows any sign of trying to escape.

Bai Ye walked around the cell without saying a word, making Taskmaster's heart pick up in his throat, and his whole body tensed up, like a bow that was fully drawn by the eyes of an eagle.

He couldn't help but swallow, trying to relieve his tension, and asked cautiously: "If I do what you say, will I be able to leave this cell?"

Appreciate your own emotional changes and despair before killing yourself? But this Bai Ye doesn't seem to be the kind of person with bad taste.

Finally, Taskmaster jumped up from the sofa, approached the glass wall, and pressed his face against it. The two dim lights in the holes of the mask stared at Bai Ye, and he asked: "What kind of army do you want to train? "

Bai Ye did not directly state his purpose, but began to look at the layout of this cell. This cell looked luxurious, but it still could not hide its essential coldness and ruthlessness.

Thinking of this, Taskmaster became happy. When it came to teaching others to fight, this was a job he often did when heroes and villains were rampant, and he was very familiar with it.

After a while, he looked up at Bai Ye and said in a low and hoarse voice: "So, can you get a large number of miniature imitations of the city?"

When Doctor Doom was in power, he had seen a lot of this kind of thing. Whether it was Doctor Doom or Magneto next door, the rulers of these wastelands always liked to use this method to maintain their rule.

The small ball in his hand gradually turned into a gallows and a guillotine in his eyes. He didn't know what method Bai Ye would use to kill him.

Bai Ye smiled slightly after hearing this, his eyes flashing with a cunning light, "Of course, I will make someone prepare it."

The Imitation Master's eyes flashed with complex emotions, helpless and sad, like surging waves. But underneath all these emotions, there is also a trace of expectation.

Taskmaster shrugged and did not answer Bai Ye's question directly. He flicked it hard and saw the small rubber ball bouncing around in the cell, and finally hit his hand again.

Anyway, he has always been a mercenary. It doesn't matter who he works for. It's just that the reward now has changed from money to freedom.

It is common for someone to fall into the hands of someone else when performing a task for a previous employer. Business is business, and as long as the price is in place, it is not a problem for him to turn around and kill the original boss.

What's more, his original boss is already dead.