A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Since Hydra's reconstruction, this motion has been initiated by many people over the years.

But only one person actually completed this motion.

This person is none other than Mr. Alexander Pierce, the current member of the Federal Security Council and the current Hydra agent.

Alexander successfully impeached a former Hydra board member by initiating this motion, then took over his resources, inherited that person's board seat, and became the only new board member in Hydra's many years of restructuring.

At the time, one of the council members who supported Alexander's impeachment motion was Council member Daniel Whitehead, whom Luke was talking to.

However, since Alexander came to power, no one has initiated this motion in recent years.

Whitehouse had almost forgotten about the rule.

because……

The other board members were all on his side.

But just as Whitehead was about to mock Luke for his wild ideas, he suddenly remembered something.

If we exclude Alexander Pierce and Dr. Zola, the reason he was able to win over the other board members was because he gave them a tangible hope.

Jia Ying!

He proved with his actions that people can live forever, as long as they can find Jia Ying.

This is why, when he clashed with Alexander Pierce, the other board members only advised Alexander to be more magnanimous, rather than advising him.

But right now?

Jia Ying appeared, but unfortunately, she wasn't with him; she was in Lu Ke's hands.

This……

Whitehouse took a deep breath.

"Who is supporting you behind the scenes, Alexander, Zola, Strucker, Zemo, or Malik?"

"Don't you know tomorrow?"

Lu Ke smiled and said, "So, I'm bringing up Jia Ying to play this game with you. I want to see if you dare to play with me."

Whitehead said coldly, "You're going to die a horrible death, I swear, you damned yellow-skinned bastard!"

Luke said expressionlessly, "Old dog, when I see you, you'll know that death isn't your focus."

Bang!

This time, it was Luke's turn to crush the satellite phone in his hand.

There are two types of people he hates most in his life.

The first type is those who are racially discriminatory.

The second type is those who don't value their own families.

obviously.

Whitehouse got involved in both.

In the mysterious manor.

Whitehouse, hearing the dial tone, slammed the satellite phone to the ground.

"Red Devil!"

"call out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red mist appeared, and then a red devil with a barbed tail appeared beside Whitehorn.

"Bring Anna to me."

"as you wish!"

The Red Devil vanished instantly, and when he reappeared, Anna, wearing only her underwear, was already standing in front of Whitehall.

Whitehead looked at Anna's scars with disgust, threw the blanket on the sofa at her, and said with a look of utter disdain, "Damn it, you look like a disgusting monster. Why didn't you put on any ointment?"

Anna was already used to it. Without any expression, she picked up the blanket that Whitehead had thrown on the ground, draped it over herself, and said coldly, "The plaster has been taken away."

Whitehouse snorted.

"I'm asking you, when you were imprisoned, were you held with other people?"

"no!"

"is it?"

Whitehead sneered, then reached out with his right hand and grabbed Anna by the neck, staring at her expressionlessly: "Remember, you are my daughter."

Anna tilted her head back, letting Whitehead grip her neck without uttering a sound.

quite a while.

Whitehead watched as Anna's face turned red without saying a word, then sneered again and released his right hand: "That yellow-skinned bastard just said that you've been conquered by him, and that you'll help him kill me."

The handprint was clearly visible on Anna's delicate neck.

So...can you do it?

"My life was given to me by my father."

Anna, whose voice was hoarse from being choked for so long, forced herself to speak despite the discomfort in her throat: "If Father doesn't believe me, he can kill me."

Whitehouse chuckled.

kill?

He does.

If Luke hadn't said that.

Whitehead thought to himself, then looked at Anna with a playful smile: "How many times has he played with you these past few days?"

It's hard to imagine that such a conversation is between a father and his daughter.

but……

one more time.

Whitehead was a psychologically twisted and should have been a dead monster.

It's no wonder that such a demon would do anything.

Anna was already used to this.

"Five times."

"how long?"

"One hour."

"Ah."

Whitehouse sneered: "At this age, they are indeed considered outstanding among the people of the East."

Say it.

Whitehead looked at Anna with disgust once again: "You got played and you still have the nerve to say it? You have no shame. Get out of here. Don't go on any missions these days. I'm too embarrassed to go."

Anna nodded and asked expressionlessly, "Can I go back to see my brother?"

"cannot!"

"..."

Anna, who had previously been indifferent to everything, suddenly looked up at Whitehouse.

Whitehouse saw this.

“Your brother has already gone to do other things. These days, before I take care of Luke, you’d better stay in the solitary confinement cell and reflect on what shameful things you’ve done.”

Whitehead said coldly, "Red Devil, send a doctor over to examine her. I don't want her to give birth to a bastard."

Red Devil nodded, walked to Anna's side, and just as Anna was about to say something, he vanished in a flash.

Whitehead then took another cell phone from the maid and dialed Alexander Pierce directly.

soon.

The call is connected.

Alexander Pierce answered the phone in a bad mood.

"Tell me something!"

"Someone is going to impeach me tomorrow."

"……what?"

Alexander paused for a moment, seemingly surprised, then immediately became gloating: "Who? Is it that mutant under your command who can also teleport? Is it him? If so, don't worry, I'll definitely vote for him."

Whitehouse's expression was icy.

"I think you're looking for death!"

"Whitehoe, I just received some interesting intelligence. Just now, near the FBI safe house in Los Angeles, twenty-five bodies were shot dead. They had no identification but were well-armed. Your men... Hello, hello?"

Alexander looked at the phone, which had been abruptly cut off halfway through his conversation, and couldn't help but shake his head: "How rude."

Whitehouse then called Zola.

Zola's signature electronic voice came through the microphone.

"Good day, Werner." As a contemporary of Whitehorse, Zola naturally knew Whitehorse's real name and addressed Werner directly by his real name.

It's just that Whitehead had never liked it before.

But Whitehead was too lazy to bother with such trivial matters as addressing me, and went straight to the point: "Tomorrow Luke Dane will bring an impeachment motion against me at the meeting, and I want to know who the two directors supporting him are, or if you are one of them."

Whitehead's eyes narrowed as he spoke the last sentence.

Dr. Zola seemed taken aback as well.

"Impeachment? What impeachment? Who impeached you?"

"You do not know?"

Whitehead frowned. "Is there anything in this world that can be kept from you?"