Chapter 446 Treating Guests, Beheading (Part 1)

Under the education of her father, Stephanie became a firm believer in Hydra.

Although she really wanted to refute Salomon's statement, death was threatening the Malik family, so she had to keep her mouth shut. Salomon glanced at Stephanie. It is not uncommon for him to encounter such fanatical religious elements, especially when there are not many audiences for this belief. The information cocoon will naturally emerge, and the people in it will naturally not think about other things.

For example, what is the so-called God and why should we worship Him? No one in the seminary has thought about such basic questions. Especially when Hydra's belief is a standard Gothic dark religion, and it conforms to the characteristics of age, maverick (compared with Christianity), blood sacrifice, etc., it is full of the sublime sense of martyrdom like an ascetic.

Just like the cults that worship devils, demons, Dormammu, and Sithorne, they are the most suitable for the little kids who have nowhere to vent their second illness.

Gideon Malik was wise enough to realize the truth about Hydra's belief that it was a complete lie.

The ancient martyrdom ceremony that the Malik family has continued for a long time is a means of maintaining the small group of the Hydra faction. He originally thought that his daughter was also one of the smart people, but due to the influence of the favorable living environment, Stephanie became a real eldest lady. Even though she is an Ivy League graduate, she is close to 30 years old, not only has she not been in contact with any Hydra affairs, she has not participated in work, and she cannot obtain spiritual satisfaction from material things.

So the ancient belief in Hydra filled the void, something she was proud of in her family.

"Before the rise of human civilization, aliens came to Earth. You must have heard of or even seen this race, because Dr. Hotwyer once found a corpse of a Cree. That corpse is now in the collection of S.H.I.E.L.D. and used in a project called Project Tahiti. Are you familiar with it? You may have heard of this project when you were serving on the World Security Council." Salomon licked his lips and put the empty cup on the table. Cannon fodder on Star Wars."

Although this truth was difficult to accept, Salomon did not understand the thoughts of the Malik family at all.

"My organization has been eradicating the worship of evil gods for thousands of years, but the reason why Hydra can survive until now is because what you worship is just a multi-armed creature. A multi-armed creature with no use." Salomon laughed gloatingly, "Stupid people, religion is a civilization built on lies, and Hydra is an organization built on lies. You may be doubting everything I said, because this is not the same as the gothic cult that is full of self-consolation and blood sacrifices that have been passed down from generation to generation in your family Totally different."

"But it's okay, I can take you there without the stone." Salomon winked at Stephanie slyly, and Gideon felt a little nervous. He attaches great importance to his daughter. Since his wife died young, all his love was given to Stephanie, and his constant doting also made Stephanie lack some wisdom in life.

"Don't be surprised, I know a lot of things. Mortal, your little secret is not worth mentioning to me. How about it, do you want to try it? I promise to send you back, and I promise not to tell your daughter about your little tricks."

Gideon Malik took a deep breath, then drained his glass. The person in front of him knew everything, including the hands and feet he did during the ceremony, which was the biggest secret he kept deep in his heart. He ignored his daughter's gaze. "What do you want? Money or power?" He said dejectedly, "With such ability, isn't what you want within reach?"

"I want people." Salomon sent a telepathic message to Dana. Dinah nodded, left the study and closed the door, leaving Salomon here. "What I want is Hydra," said the mystic. "Hydra has people in all walks of life, and I need professionals to fill out my organizational framework. You might think it's the same as Project Paperclip, but I can tell you the difference."

Under the surprised eyes of the Malik family, the oil paintings on the wall began to rotate and expand along a center of a circle. The floor and furniture were repeatedly folded into regular geometric shapes regardless of the volume. Gideon Malik immediately pulled his daughter to stand up, trying to find a stable footing. The seat where Salomon was sitting was piled up repeatedly and then elevated, just like a tall judge in the court overlooking Malik and his daughter.

"I told you, it's magic." Salomon's calm voice sounded like thunder from the air. Gideon couldn't see the face of the uninvited guest, the figure was already blocked by the high desk, "As I said, I will take you to meet your god."

"who are you!"

A long sword shining with golden light fell from the sky and landed in front of Gideon Malik. He recognized the sword, which he had seen more than once in briefings for the Great War in New York. This sword belongs to the man who wiped out the alien fleet, to the man who took the nuclear warhead.

This sword shatters all illusions.

"I am willing to obey you! I am willing to transfer power to you! As long as you let us go!" Even a fool knows that he has no ability to resist, and Gideon Malik is certainly not a fool. Only Stephanie was surprised at how easily her father had abandoned the faith, but she couldn't speak at the sight. In fact, it was courageous for her to be able to stand.

"Surrender! Surrender and you will be rewarded!"

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"What should I call you, My Lord?" Gideon Malik took a sip of his wine in shock. The previous scene was something he had never seen before, and he thought that the so-called god was probably like this. He took the sullen daughter's hand, both hands and feet were covered with cold sweat, "Also, what is our goal?"

"That's fine, or the name in the mortal world. I'm glad you can abandon that parasite, and you too, Stephanie. As for my goal, of course, it is to make human beings stand on top of the universe." Salomon handed Malik and his daughter two contracts. The terms of these two contracts are extremely generous. Salomon promised that as long as the Malik family remains loyal, they can get the youth, beauty and longevity he promised.

"Two hundred years, I can help Malik prolong his life for two hundred years and restore his youth. This is my reward. This is a blood contract, as long as there are people from Malik's family alive, this contract will take effect." Salomon poured himself another glass of wine, "Then you need to help me contact some Hydra leaders, they should submit to me. Don't contact John Gartler, Alexander Pierce or Dr. Hotwyer, try to cut them off, they are almost finished."

"Everything in the Malik family belongs to you," Gideon Malik lowered his head at the right time, and signed the contract, "Do you need me to do something for you now?"

"I need a lot of scientific research talents." Salomon let an artificial man wearing power armor enter the study. "She will arrange the communication between the Malik family and me, and ensure your safety. I think Stephanie needs to broaden her horizons and not limit her eyes to the earth. I will take her to my base and then take her to kill some aliens."

The woman in power armor is a threat to the Malik family, and this person in front of him doesn't trust the Malik family at all. But Gideon knew very well that he had no leverage to negotiate terms, and all the power of the world was worthless to this person in front of him.

"From now on, the taxidermy of this manor will not be those beasts. The alien's head is the only way to show the glory of this family, isn't it?"

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