American Comic Dimensional Trading Device

After all, they're on different levels.

Ophelia is still relatively inexperienced, having only been in the industry for a few years.

Malik, on the other hand, was someone who had truly experienced great ups and downs, and he wouldn't lose his composure over something like this. Instead, he waved his hand, signaling his men behind him not to make any rash moves.

Seeing that the other side had retreated, Vito and his companion also put away their guns.

“Alright, Wilfred, just as you know what I did in Austria, I know exactly what your Council of Nine is up to, so there’s no need for us to keep going in circles, is there?” Josie said, shrugging.

"Hahahaha! I really didn't expect that you, Josh, are actually one of us. Those old men would be very happy if they knew. It's just that young people are a bit reckless in their actions, after all, there are still a few outsiders here." Hearing Josh's words, especially when he mentioned the Nine-Person Council, Malik stared intently at Josh's face for a while before suddenly bursting into laughter. He walked to Josh's side with a warm smile, raised his glass, and said.

“Outsiders? Don’t worry, they’ll be gone soon, Vito!” Josie called out with a slight smile.

Upon hearing Josie's order, Vito immediately took out a syringe and injected it into his own neck.

Then his body began to swell, his four limbs began to lengthen, his fingers became sharp, his skin gradually began to be covered with dark brown keratin, and his eyes turned into the vertical pupils of a cold-blooded animal.

Soon, a terrifying monster, over two meters tall and shaped like a lizard, appeared in the private room.

This time, the girls hiding in the corner couldn't hold back any longer and screamed. Two of them even fainted from the shock.

"Shhh!" Malik's men, already shocked and terrified by Vito's transformation, were provoked by the screams of the women and lost their composure. Ignoring Wilfred's hints, they pulled out their guns and fired at Vito.

"Oh dear Wilfred, we'd better leave the park a bit. Stray bullets don't discriminate, and we don't want to get accidentally hit." Josie had already stepped aside when Vito transformed, and his other bodyguard wisely stood in front of him.

On the other side, facing the gunfire from several people, Vito simply raised his claws to shield his eyes. The bullets from the pistols only managed to barely penetrate his keratinized skin, getting stuck in his muscles. They were quickly squeezed out by his incredibly strong muscles, and the wounds healed almost instantly, with hardly a drop of blood left.

When the men finished firing their rounds and were about to change magazines, Vito charged forward, swung his claws, and sliced ​​one of them in half at the waist, his blood, flesh, and internal organs splattering all over the ground.

"Hollishette, Vito, you've gone too far with the gore!" Josie exclaimed upon seeing this.

Upon hearing Josie's strange cry, Vito paused for a moment, then softened his blow. The second person was only sent flying and hung on the wall, but judging from his limp appearance, he probably didn't have many good bones left.

Of the four people, two died instantly. The remaining two went mad and tried to escape towards the door of the private room, but Vito made a huge leap, directly over their heads, and blocked the door in front of the private room.

They slapped him repeatedly, almost shoving his head into his body.

After easily dispatching several of his men, Vittoria's chilling gaze shifted to Wilfred Malik, who remained isolated and bewildered.

This sight, beyond human comprehension, even made Malik, who had seen a lot in his life, swallow hard, his body trembling as he backed away before collapsing onto the sofa.

“Relax, relax, Vito, don’t hurt our dear Wilfred, he’s our friend, right?” Seeing this, Josie stepped forward, comforting Vito while smiling as she asked Malik.

“Of course, we’re friends, best friends!” Upon hearing this, Malik nodded frantically, completely losing his previous composure.

Josie nodded in satisfaction, then waved for Vito to step aside.

Since Josie dared to let Vito use the beast-transforming potion in this situation, she must be confident in controlling the situation.

Although the beast-transforming potion will affect a person's sanity to some extent, it does not completely eliminate sanity—after all, dinosaurs were not mindless creatures.

Especially in Europe, Aldo, who had used the drug multiple times, had told Josie that the negative effects would gradually decrease with repeated use.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to take Neuschwanstein Castle so easily all by himself.

Moreover, unlike Aldo, Vito had undergone Dr. Zola's initial super soldier modification, which enhanced his body to some extent. The most significant improvement was that he recovered very quickly if he was injured (suddenly, I feel that the breathing-based health regeneration in the game is a great explanation for this).

Perhaps it was for this reason that Vito discovered, after trying the animal transformation potion once in Europe, that he was more tolerant of its negative effects than Aldo and was almost completely unaffected by his animalistic nature.

So just now, Josh only shouted once, and Vito immediately changed his killing method. And now, just as soon as Josh shouted, he obediently stepped aside.

In addition, the self-recovery effect brought by the beast transformation potion also enhanced Vito's abilities even more.

Therefore, based on short-term experimental results, Vito can use the beast-transforming agent almost without limit without worrying about frequent berserk behavior.

"Wilfred, what do you think of this combat potion? It's much better than any night light or beacon, right?" Josie walked up to Malik, put her arm around his shoulder affectionately, and asked with a smile.

"Of course, this is absolutely perfect, far more powerful than any super soldier serum... What exactly is this?" Seeing Vito step back after listening to Josie's words, Malik, who had calmed down slightly, realized that Josie did not intend to kill him, but was merely establishing her authority, and immediately began to praise him.

No, this is not flattery; the eager glint in his eyes already revealed his desire for this potion.

"Beast Transformation Potion, a semi-finished super soldier potion, incorporates animal genes, allowing users to possess speed and strength far exceeding that of normal humans. Furthermore, it grants special abilities depending on the specific animal's genes," Josie explained. "The only downside is that this combat potion has poor durability, lasting only 4-6 hours rather than being permanent. Also, the raw materials are not easy to obtain."

What Josie said was actually half true and half false.

The beast transformation potion actually has a permanent version... after all, the berserkers in the Red Alert world are permanent.

Normally speaking, probably no one would want to look like that forever, so the original version of the berserker could only be used as a consumable in most cases.

Moreover, the permanent version of the berserkers is even less intelligent, and this is irreversible; to control them, a control chip must be implanted in their brains.

Besides, the permanent version of the Berserker has a whole host of drawbacks, such as eating and defecating a lot.

Unless Josie wages a large-scale war, there is really not much need for it; the current time-limited beast-transformation potion is the most practical.

"That's enough! This potion is enough to change the entire world order!" Malik's gaze grew even more fervent, then he asked Josie, "Mr. Kahn, tell me, what do you want!"

As for the few men who died? He didn't care at all.

Within Hydra, no one would give up potential gains for a few insignificant pawns.

It's a cold storage facility, and it's also ruthless.

But if it doesn't use cold storage and isn't ruthless, what kind of Hydra would it be?

“Don’t be so formal, Wilfred. Just call me Josie. We’re friends, aren’t we?” Josie said with a smile.

“Okay, Josie, so what do you want?” Malik nodded and readily agreed.

“It’s simple. Schmidt is dead, and the rest are innocent. We should take back our rightful place in the organization, just like you did back then, shouldn’t we?” Josie said.

“Of course, that’s only natural,” Malik agreed wholeheartedly.

“And another point, dear Wilfred, don’t you think those guys in the Council are getting a bit senile? Think about the Great Depression. If we had been more united back then, we actually had a chance to completely control the world. But their infighting made us miss the best opportunity, didn’t it? Times have changed. It’s time for our great organization to undergo some changes… Of course, there’s no need to rush this. We’re still young, we can take it slow!” Josie’s words, like the whispers of a devil, echoed in Malik’s ears.

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Chapter 106 He's one of us

Pleasure Zone nightclub, as one of Chicago's most exclusive and private venues, boasts exceptionally well-soundproofed private rooms. Even with gunshots and screams blaring from inside, they didn't attract any outside disturbance.

Several hours later, things returned to normal, but Vito, dressed in tattered clothes, and another bodyguard escorted Wilfred Malik, who seemed to have done nothing wrong, out of the private room.

After seeing Malik off, Vito and his companion, having changed their clothes, once again stood guard outside the private room.

A few minutes later, Josie, who looked perfectly normal, also came out of the private room, and the group finally left.

Then, the woman named Velma, who had brought Josie to the private room earlier, led a group of people into the room and calmly began cleaning and tidying it up.

Inside the private room, apart from some scratches that looked like they had been torn apart by wild animals and several pools of blood, there was nothing else.

Several girls in revealing clothing learned things they shouldn't have known, so naturally they were sent to Yuri.

The four mangled corpses were no exception.

Sigh, it has to be said that compared to Daenerys Targaryen and Yuri, who each dominate their own worlds, Josie is still the one who has fared the worst.

You have to be very careful when doing anything out of line.

It's almost the end of the year, and in two months we'll be welcoming a new dimensional beacon. I wonder what kind of world and what kind of people we'll encounter then.

Josie was really looking forward to it.

When they got home, it was already late at night. Margot was still awake, sitting by the cradle in the nursery that had been specially built next to the master bedroom, watching her two children and giggling. Francesca, on the other hand, was yawning as she watched over the mother and her two children.

So it's true that pregnancy makes you stupid for three years?

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Josie squeezed next to Margot, glancing at the two rosy-cheeked babies in the cradle and smiling as she spoke.

"...Go take a shower, what have you been doing? You smell so strongly of rust!" As soon as Josie approached, Margot frowned.

Upon hearing Margot's words, Josie was slightly taken aback.

A metallic taste?

The next second, Josie realized that it wasn't the smell of rust, but the smell of blood.

Although he had cleaned himself up a bit at the nightclub, he had spent several hours in a somewhat bloody private room, and Margot was still recovering from childbirth and was quite sensitive, so she could easily smell the odor.

Without hesitation, she went straight out of the nursery to take a bath.

Unfortunately, despite Josie's impressive presence outside, Margot's maternal love has been almost overflowing since the two little ones were born. All her energy has been devoted to the children, causing Josie's status at home to plummet.

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A few days later.

new York.

Competitive Social Club!

Although the nine-member council's public image is almost ubiquitous throughout the United States, the vast majority of these establishments actually appear as upscale entertainment venues like Pleasure Zone nightclubs. The only ones that truly display official club signs are in New York and Los Angeles, the first and second largest cities.

In the dimly lit conference room, seven men in suits sat around a large round table.

Wilfred Malik, who had met with Josie not long ago, could only stand to one side.

Clearly, although the Malik family has returned to the core of Hydra after Wilfred's efforts over the past decade, it still has a long way to go before they can stand on equal footing with the other Hydra heads.

This has nothing to do with age, because among the seven people in front of him, Calvin Chadwick of the Aetheran Group and Hugh Jones of the Roxon Group are actually about the same age as Wilfred.

However, the two of them leisurely occupied two of the existing seven seats, and their voices carried considerable weight.

This is simply because the strength of the Etherdan Group and the Roxon Group far surpasses that of the already declining Malik family.

Only Wilfred himself knows the full story of what it was like.