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Chapter 203 We're in a terrible state!

Everything that happened in Hammerfall was told to the outside world in an open manner.

Neither the hammer-wielder nor the spirit of hell attempted to block the outside world from hearing the news.

On the one hand, it is difficult to do, and on the other hand, this news needs to be known by others.

Not only should the villains who rule the world today know, but those who still have light in their hearts should also know.

For the heroes hiding in the world, living in anonymity, they would investigate the authenticity of the information.

After all, they didn't witness that scene firsthand.

But for the presidential palace logistics personnel who monitored the massacre in Hammerfall that night, they not only witnessed the collapse of the front lines, but also learned that Thor's hammer, a symbol of hope, had been raised.

The news passed by like a breeze, reaching the ears of the First President, the Red Skull.

A bright and spacious conference room.

A steaming mug was placed on the table.

The front of the mug features the Red Skull with its outstretched finger, and the words "I need you" are written on it.

The back of the cup also features the Red Skull, this time with his hands behind his back, a sun appearing beside him, and a small inscription that reads "Ignorance is power."

After a while.

Someone spoke up.

"So that video wasn't fabricated, but actually happened?"

Inside the conference table, a glamorous woman pursed her bright green lips and said, "Thor's hammer has really been lifted?"

Formerly known as Lady Bee and Snake, she now calls herself Lady Freedom and is one of the top leaders in the country.

Sitting opposite her was a muscular man wearing a purple mask, named Baron Zemo. His status and position were the same as Lady Viper's, and he was also the head of the country.

Upon hearing Viper's words, Baron Zemo glanced at the tall robot beside him with a human face on its chest, indicating that he would answer the other's foolish question.

"Although I am very dissatisfied with the methods you used to destroy the network, it is true that the video is real. After all, no one in the world today has the technical ability to fabricate videos."

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It was Dr. Zola who spoke; he had stored his consciousness in the network, thus becoming an intelligent mechanical life form.

In this conference room sat a group of powerful and wicked people who controlled the entire country.

The current gathering is inextricably linked to the "miracle" that occurred in Hammerfall not long ago.

The discussion at this moment all revolved around the fact that Thor's hammer had been lifted up.

Suddenly.

The sound of boots stepping on the fine floor came from outside the meeting room.

pat.

Everyone looked over.

It's the Red Skull, the First President.

He wore a jet-black leather overcoat, the chest of which was covered with medals, as if silently proclaiming his life's achievements.

Red Skull circled the conference table and came to the head seat, but did not sit down immediately.

He looked around for a moment.

He spoke.

"I do not understand."

Red Skull stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of composure.

"Why is everyone talking about Thor's hammer being lifted up, as if it will cause such a huge impact and disruption to our rule...?"

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"Actually, there's another new Ghost Rider," someone reminded them.

"So what?!"

Red Skull glared at the speaker, indicating his displeasure at being interrupted during his spellcasting.

The President remained with his hands behind his back, seemingly unconcerned about what was happening in Hammerfall.

"Ten years ago, we worked together to lay a trap, destroy the superheroes, and take over the world."

"From that time on, we have already seized the power of discourse in the world."

"Everything that happened in Hammerfall is, to me, nothing more than a minor tribulation!"

Red Skull was feeling quite triumphant at that moment, and he recalled how he had killed Captain America.

Now that he considers himself the new Captain America, he must, like his opponents, lead them into battle again, just as they would a leader!

Steve isn't the only one who can say polite things; I can too!

And I can explain it even better than you!

"Over the past decade, Hammerfall has become a renowned tourist destination across the United States, and I believe everyone here knows why!"

"It's nothing more than Thor's weapon falling there, carrying the hopes of some of the dead."

"The people living there, and those so-called heroes who merely survive, all hope that someone will lift this hammer."

"Now, the hammer has been raised, and hope has descended upon them."

Red Skull placed his hands on the conference table, leaning slightly forward, revealing the tattered Captain America suit underneath.

"But don't forget, if we can destroy their spirit once, we can destroy it a second time."

"A second Thor? A new Ghost Rider?"

"In my opinion, they are nothing but scoundrels, worthless cowards!"

Red Skull had a loud voice, loud enough for the guards outside to hear him.

The president nodded slightly, his expression haughty.

"Last night's defeat was merely a result of our carelessness, although we lost the Sinister Six, Abominations, and a large group of super soldiers..."

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"But it's okay!"

"The advantage is always on our side, and Lady Luck is still on our side."

Red Skull looked at Baron Zemo not far away and shouted, "Helmut, take note of the following deployment."

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Upon hearing this, Baron Zemo immediately straightened up and took out his notebook to start taking notes.

Red Skull's speech was terrible, not even as good as Captain America's... (scratch that).

"Regroup the army, unite with our comrades still residing in the Kingdom of Hatred, and launch an offensive against them!"

So that's all it is...

He looked up and said, "Excuse my bluntness, Mr. President, ordinary troops can no longer have much of an impact on this group. I suggest we just drop nuclear bombs."

"Did I hear that right? You mean, drop a nuclear bomb on them, who have the power of Thor? That's pure nonsense! Dropping another nuclear bomb would be another threat to our existing network!" Zola, an intelligent mechanical life form, rejected the plan outright.

"What about Magneto? Why don't you ask him to do something?" Madam Viper asked.

"Aside from that one time ten years ago, have you ever seen this guy do anything else?" Baron Zemo retorted.

"Anyway, I just don't think your plan is going to work," said Lady Viper.

"Then tell me what you think, my nuclear bomb is absolutely flawless!"

At this moment, another man wearing a monocle spoke up from inside the conference table.

His name was Dr. Faust, and he held the same status as the other members who spoke.

He said, "Then why don't we just control the thoughts of those people?"

"You know about fluoride, right? Almost every country's tap water contains fluoride. If we slightly adjust its composition and add a tiny bit of a mind-controlling substance that's hard to detect, we can achieve the same results."

"I believe this new formula can control the mindset of those so-called rebels."

"Then let me ask you, how long will the research and development take?"

"Uh...it could be a few months at the fastest, or a year at the slowest."

"Then what are you talking about? If we don't deal with them immediately, a year is enough time for a large-scale rebellion to break out!"

Originally, it should have been the great president issuing orders, and the members below simply following them obediently.

However, some people, in a moment of impulsiveness, blurt out their thoughts, which then influences others to follow suit and express their own ideas.

It's as if only one's own ideas are truly useful.

Red Skull looked at his arguing teammates, his heart filled with sorrow.

We can never go back to the days when we were united in our efforts to destroy superheroes.

His men have become complacent.

It doesn't resemble him at all.

By appreciating the spoils of war, we can constantly remind ourselves to remember history and stay true to our original aspirations.

Ugh!

How can you govern well when you're surrounded by such a bunch of insects?

Listening to their argument, Red Skull secretly vowed to reclaim his spoils!

At the same time, annihilate all these so-called resistance forces that dare to defy you!

"cough!"

A cough silenced the argument in the conference room.

Red Skull surveyed his surroundings and said coldly, "You're the president now?"

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The meeting room was silent.

Red Skull nodded slightly, quite satisfied with their current attitude.

There can only be one true president.

That's him!

"You have fallen."

Red Skull said with a regretful expression, "Ten years ago, we would rack our brains to devise a plan to destroy the heroes, just to create a plan that was so perfect that it was impossible for it to make a single mistake."

"Look at things now!"

"You're all attacking each other for your own plans, each stubbornly insisting that the other's plan is flawed."

"Can't we learn from the best aspects of each plan?"

"You've disappointed me so much!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought.

That makes some sense...

But I feel my plan is still the better one. (I'm quite certain of it)

After a while.

Red Skull continued, "I have my own plans regarding Magneto."

"The most important thing right now is to suppress this rebellion and let these people know that hope has never been on their side."

"We are the ones who truly embody hope."

"Is it really that hard for you to not understand this principle?"

"...Your Excellency's insight is brilliant!"

After all that talk, haven't you yourself failed to come up with a perfect plan?

I'm rambling on and on, but my nuclear bomb (brainwashing) is absolutely no problem!

"The only things they can offer are the person who has obtained the power of Thor and that new Ghost Rider."

"And we..."

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Red Skull's small pupils swept over each member present.

"Our strength far exceeds their imagination."

"No matter what, the advantage remains with us!"

After the meeting.

Red Skull returned to his office and slumped into his soft office chair.

Since all the spoils of war were gone, he could only reminisce about the past in other ways.

For example, holding a large headshot of Captain America.

His fingers gently stroked the other person's face.

"What am I supposed to do, Steve? Is giving a speech really that hard?"

"As expected of you, Steve, you can easily mobilize a large number of people to follow you through a speech."

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"well...

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Red Skull sighed heavily and hugged the photo frame tightly to his chest.

"You say you believe that good will prevail over evil, but after all these years, why has there only been one somewhat decent resistance movement?"

"You bastard, are you still trying to scare me before you die?"

Red Skull couldn't help but recall the scenes he had witnessed before.

It was a scene of his spoils being defiled by a group of ordinary people.

Logically speaking, those equipment should have long lost their former effectiveness, and very few of them should still be usable. It shouldn't be like that...

wrong!

Red Skull instantly stood up and slammed the photo frame in his arms heavily onto the desk.

How could I have such thoughts?!

Even if these people regain their equipment, so what?!

If you've defeated a hero once, you can defeat him a second time!

Good will always triumph over evil.

joke!

He was the greatest president in history!

Red Skull took some time to compose himself.

The fact that Thor's hammer was being lifted up again did have some impact on him after all.

dong dong!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Terrifying has arrived."

"Let him in."

Red Skull straightened his clothes, sweeping away his previous bad mood, and returned to his previous commanding presidential demeanor.

The creaking door was pushed open.

A guy dressed like a vampire walked in, his eyes scanning the office with curiosity.

Red Skull interlaced his fingers, rested his chin on them, and said, "How's the matter I asked you to handle?"

"It's alright. With your research results as a precedent, the development of genetically modified products is going smoothly."

Mr. Sinister tugged at his cloak, plopped down opposite the Red Skull desk, and crossed his legs.

Red Skull frowned slightly, clearly displeased with his appearance.

Mr. Evil asked curiously, "On the way here, I heard that Thor's hammer was lifted up? Is that true?"

Red Skull snorted and replied, "Someone like you wouldn't care about something like this?"

Mr. Shocked laughed and said, "Of course I don't care. I'm just curious whether my proudest work from ten years ago has been affected."

"Your proudest creation? Wolverine?" Red Skull asked.

"Well... while I didn't cause him to become Wolverine, the fact that he's no longer Wolverine is the most satisfying thing I've ever done," Mr. Sinister said.

"As you wish. I happen to have some information that a guy who looks a lot like Wolverine was involved in the fight that night."

"oh?!"

However, Red Skull didn't want to discuss this topic any further.

He asked, "Are you sure what you've developed will work on Magneto?"

"It depends on how you look at it. It's impossible for a mutant of his caliber to lose his powers overnight."

"But as time goes by, he will only get weaker and weaker."

Mr. Terrified, resting his chin on his hand, said, "To kill him, we'll need to wait at least a little while."

"That's enough. We have plenty of time."

Mr. Evil hummed in agreement. There wasn't much more to say on the topic at this point; he was now only curious about Logan's current situation.

Regarding whether the other party will show their claws again.

As he got up to leave, Mr. Jing'e glanced out the window with a puzzled look and couldn't help but utter a sound of doubt.

"Um?"

"What's wrong?"

Red Skull turned his head to look, but there was nothing outside the window, nothing unusual.

"It's nothing, just a bird. Let's go."

Mr. Frightened didn't think too much about it. Just now, he saw a gray... crow or some other bird fly past the window, make eye contact with him, and then hurriedly fly away.

His reaction was mainly because the other person seemed to have something in their mouth...

fries?

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