Chapter 173 Red Skull

Outside the dark prison.

Sunlight pours into the house through the window glass.

This office belongs to Schmidt.

There are many family photos placed on the table and cabinet, but the red marks on the photos obviously imply that these family members have long since died.

"Schmidt is undoubtedly a tyrant."

Clark held the can of luncheon meat and used his other hand to scoop out the bacon in the can to satisfy his hunger. He said vaguely: "What should we do next?"

Although Clark technically does not need to eat lunch meat to maintain energy, the Kryptonian's almost god-like physique only requires a bit of sunshine to keep him from eating or drinking for a long time.

But habits formed over many years cannot be changed in a short period of time.

After eating the last piece of lunch meat, Clark wiped off the grease on his hands and looked at Gino with some embarrassment.

After talking, he also learned why the two appeared here.

Among them, the controlled self accounts for a large part of the responsibility.

Now that he has a backbone, Clark believes that he only needs to do one thing: listen to what Geno says and do it.

Not far away, Keno was sitting in an office chair, flipping through the documents on the table, which contained detailed records of Schmidt's attempts to stimulate people's potential through various cruel tortures.

"Pa~" Gino closed the document and threw it on the table. The boy slowly stood up and rubbed his neck: "The next step is very simple. Find a way for us to go home."

"what way?"

"An energy source that can support our travel across the multiverse."

Jino picked up another document again, with a smile on his lips: "Besides, I also know where to find this energy."

"Let's go to the telegraph room."

Gino pushed away the room: "Schmitt's old friend has close contact with him."

"We pretended to be Schmidt and went to greet him."

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An underground base somewhere in Western Europe.

The clean and tidy ground proves that the base here is in good order.

Countless heads were wearing black breathing masks, and skull patterns hung on the chests of dark military uniforms.

These guys held heavy and strange-shaped weapons in their arms, and the barrels of the guns exuded a light blue energy sheen, which looked very destructive.

They held their heads high and lined up neatly to look at the figures on the high platform.

"The mustache is out, now."

The man paused for a moment before speaking, and then he raised his right hand and stood in front of him: "This is the era of Hydra!"

"Long live Hydra!" the soldiers cheered in unison.

Looking at the reaction of the audience, the Red Skull wearing a human skin mask slightly twitched his lips. He was very satisfied with the morale of this army and it was a powerful force capable of participating in the battle.

Mustache was frustrated in the extremely cold permafrost, and the Japanese island exploded.

The all-out Allied counterattack left Mustache battered.

Everything seems to be saying to the Red Skull: The Mustache is doomed.

However, the death of Mustache does not mean the death of Hydra. With the help of the barbaric growth in the soil of Germany, his Hydra has been fully developed and is ready to devour the world.

The Red Skull turned to look at the cabin behind him, where there were energy bombs made from the Cosmic Rubik's Cube he found in an Eastern European church. Each one was as powerful as the one that destroyed Japan.

The Red Skull slowly leaned down and held the iron rod in both hands.

He felt that he couldn't wait to rule the world and make the world submit to the rule of Hydra.

"leader!"

A bald man ran toward the Red Skull in panic, interrupting the man's fantasy.

"Dr. Zola." Red Skull frowned slightly and turned to look at Dr. Baldhead: "You'd better tell me something important."

Dr. Zola pushed up his glasses and spoke quickly: "Yes, that's the case. Mr. Schmidt, who is in charge of research on superhuman beings, sent you a telegram to express his greetings and said he wants to visit you."

"Schmidt?" A trace of disgust flashed in the Red Skull's eyes. Because of the overlap in science, he did have contact with the other party for a period of time, but this does not mean that the Red Skull likes the other party. That damn guy has the same last name as himself. , which made him very unhappy.

After all, who do you think your surname is Schmidt?

Red Skull made up his mind that when he swallowed the whole world, the surname Schmidt would become unique.

The Red Skull tapped the iron fence with his fingers, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Ignore it."

A worthless piece of trash that is no longer worthy of contact with the Red Skull.

"boom!"

Before the Red Skull could recover, the wood supported by steel above his head shattered, and the glass mixed with twisted steel fell to the ground making a noise.

A figure rolled down in a rather embarrassed state.

"my waist!"

Clark clutched his back with a pained expression.

"Is that a person?"

"Shoot!"

Without giving Clark time to react, the well-trained Hydra soldiers picked up the rifle modified by the energy of the Cosmic Cube the moment they saw Clark.

"Buzz~"

The blue barrels were charged one by one, and in the next moment, countless crimson energy beams roared like heavy rain and fell on Clark's location.

The terrifying temperature melted the steel and concrete floors.

The criss-crossing energy beams flooded Clark's figure.

The Red Skull standing on the high platform narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the battlefield below with a wary expression.

As the smoke cleared, a shirtless Clark appeared in front of everyone.

"How can this be!"

No one dares to believe what they see. A kinetic energy beam that can easily destroy a heavy metal tank cannot kill a human?

"Sorry, maybe you can put down your guns and surrender?" Clark scratched his head.

"The guy who's coming soon won't be so easy to talk to."

However, his words were obviously misunderstood by the Hydra soldiers and considered a humiliation.

"kill him!"

The soldiers howled and pointed their guns at Clark again.

However, what was obviously far faster than them pulling the trigger was a dark blue beam of light.

"Buzz~" The extreme freezing beam passed over everyone's body, and everything it passed was like a basin of cold water poured on the weather at minus 50 degrees, and everything was frozen.

The dancing soldiers with ferocious movements were frozen in ice-blue coffins one by one.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the venue originally used by the Red Skull for mobilization seemed to have turned into a glacier. The extreme cold made Dr. Zola behind the Red Skull shiver.

The two Red Skulls looked up into the sky,

A figure floated slowly in the air, with a cold voice: "What nonsense are you talking to them about, Clark."

Jino looked at everything under his feet with a dull expression. After establishing that everyone was frozen to death in the extreme ice, his eyes full of oppression slowly moved and landed on the Red Skull who was standing on the high platform looking up at Jino. .

"Gulu."

Facing the indifferent gaze like a superior god, Red Skull Shame found that there was a sense of fear and fear in his heart.

Like a pet rabbit staying at home meeting a ferocious goshawk, the pressure from the superior made the Red Skull's limbs stiff.

He tried to open his mouth to say something, but the air around him squeezed the Red Skull's limbs as if alive.

"Kaka~"

The bones of the limbs made a brittle sound, shattering and disintegrating under the crushing force of the biological attitude.

Opening his mouth with great effort, blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth. The Red Skull spoke in a difficult tone: "Don't, don't kill me."