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Chapter 19 If you don't court death, you won't die.

Deep within Hydra's experimental base, in the dim light, Alexander stood in front of a high-tech monitoring room, his brow furrowed, his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth, appearing extremely anxious.

Standing beside him was Bucky Barnes, the loyal Winter Soldier, Hydra's ace, and Captain America's best buddy.

"Why is the progress so slow?"

Alexander muttered to himself, his voice revealing considerable dissatisfaction.

Several days have passed since Alexander obtained the monsters' limbs, but he hasn't made any progress, which is making him anxious.

Nick Fury was a perfect tool he promoted. Under his leadership, S.H.I.E.L.D. grew and prospered, and Hydra grew along with S.H.I.E.L.D.

However, a few days ago, the Security Council inexplicably dismissed Nick Fury and appointed someone he had never even heard of as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Alexander had intended to do something to the bureau chief, but upon seeing him, all his bad thoughts vanished.

Therefore, even now, he still doesn't know anything about Director Xia's background.

The most crucial thing is that this new director is incredibly hardworking; he's practically born with the body of a beast of burden.

He was in the office all day long and never went home.

Such diligence was alarming to Alexander; if this continued, it wouldn't be long before Director Xia discovered something was amiss within the bureau.

Therefore, their plan had to be brought forward; otherwise, if the new director found out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He had also witnessed the battle between Banner and the military, and for Alexander, this might be an opportunity.

Since the Blood God can bestow blessings upon people at will, can we steal His power?

Alexander stopped in his tracks, his gaze passing through the flickering lights of the monitor screen and landing on the scientists working busily in the distant laboratory.

Suddenly, the door to the monitoring room was pushed open, and a scientist in a white coat hurried in, looking a little nervous.

"Sir, we have discovered that these special energies are more active than ever before, and these special energy fluctuations seem to be interacting in a way that is difficult for us to predict, beyond the framework of our existing theories."

We tried various methods to stabilize it, but with little effect; in fact, they exacerbated its instability.

The scientist spoke rapidly, his eyes filled with worry.

Alexander's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "Active is good, unstable is fine too, as long as it's not unresponsive."

There's a lot that can be done in this situation.

"What exactly is going on? Where is this energy coming from? It was doing nothing before, so why has it suddenly become so active?"

The scientist took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts: "Sir, based on our initial speculation, it may be related to the gods becoming increasingly active. Perhaps the Blood God has once again blessed His followers."

As expected, Alexander's heart pounded.

He turned to the scientists, his tone resolute and unwavering: "Immediately organize a team to conduct in-depth research into the nature of this energy and its connection to divine activities."

We need to know how this power was unleashed and how it can be used by us. At the same time, we must intensify our intelligence gathering on the outside world, especially regarding any unusual movements by the Blood God and his followers.

The scientist nodded. Although he still had many uncertainties, he could only suppress all his doubts and act quickly in the face of Alexander's unquestionable gaze.

"So what if they are gods?" Alexander murmured to himself. "As long as we can master this power, nothing is impossible."

"When all the warriors loyal to Hydra have this power within them in the future, this world will belong to Hydra!"

As for the Blood God, the world needs a villain, and He can be used to let people know that only Hydra can protect them.

The world will become increasingly dangerous under the destruction of the mindless god, the Blood God. Under immense pressure to survive, people will likely willingly relinquish their freedom.

Alexander stood in front of the monitoring room, his heart filled with anticipation and ambition for the future.

However, what he didn't know was that there was also an eye watching him from the void.

"Chief, what's so funny?"

On the other end of the computer video, Coulson looked at Xia Ling with some embarrassment, while Nick Fury's already dark face became even more gloomy.

Nothing else, he was wearing a tattered shirt and shorts, and he didn't even have shoes on his feet. He was just missing a mark on his body.

Compared to the guys who worked on farms in the 18th century, they weren't just similar, they were exactly the same.

Just now, during the video call, Xia Ling burst out laughing, and it's hard to say whether she wasn't mocking Nick Fury's outfit.

"It's nothing, Mr. Fury. I'm not laughing at you; I'm just laughing at a clown."

Upon hearing this, Nick Fury was almost unable to contain himself and wanted to unleash a torrent of profanity at Xia Ling.

While he doesn't explicitly call himself a clown, doesn't he implicitly admit that he is?

"Of course, Mr. Fury, your appearance is indeed impressive. It seems that Coulson has taken good care of you. It's worth the effort I've put into training him. However, your appearance is not the source of my laughter."

Really, it's all because of a clown.

Xia Ling spoke in a serious tone, saying things that infuriated Nick Fury. Coulson quickly grabbed his former boss to prevent the black-hearted guy from doing something irrational.

Otherwise, even if he had to go out on the street to beg for food, he wouldn't get a chance.

"Chief, Mr. Fury is video calling to thank you for paying his friend Frank's medical expenses, right, Mr. Fury?"

Nick Fury glared at Xia Ling, but ultimately suppressed his anger and instead showed a hint of gratitude.

"Yes, Coulson is right." Nick Fury's voice was deep and powerful, and he tried to make his tone sound calm. "Director Xia, I really have to thank you. Frank is an old friend of mine, and I've always been concerned about his affairs, but I've been very busy lately. Thanks to you for your timely help."

The phrase "busy with things" is used very spiritually. Does the enlightenment in Longchang count as being busy with things? Does working on a farm count as being busy with things?

However, Xia Ling didn't expose him, otherwise, this black-faced brat really wouldn't have been able to hold back.

People should be kinder sometimes.

Xia Ling's smile faded, and she said seriously, "Fury, let's put everything else aside for now. When are you going to pay me back the ten thousand yuan you owe me?"

(End of this chapter)