In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Beep beep beep... drip.

"Hey? Wayne? This is your good buddy Wade Wilson."

A cheeky voice came from the other end of the phone, "This is terrible! They've discovered the goods I delivered were wrong!"

Although that's what he said, Wayne could clearly hear the schadenfreude in his voice.

After Deadpool gave the gecko DNA to Hydra, they couldn't wait to try to create a "Superman serum" or a "Superman clone," and the result was predictable... they created a gecko-man.

For a moment, Hydra wanted to kill Deadpool, but unfortunately, aside from his other abilities, Deadpool's ability to escape and his difficulty to kill were unparalleled. Even if they wanted to kill Deadpool, it wouldn't be that easy.

"Ah, their expressions back then must have been just like the first time they were in plastic surgery..."

Floating in mid-air, Wayne silently hung up the phone, his face expressionless as he looked down at the night view of the hemisphere below.

Of course he knew what Deadpool was talking about. After all, the state university had held more than ten mass physical examinations in the past few days, less than a week. Harry was practically turned into a dried-up corpse from all the blood draws.

Although Wayne didn't even have to go for the physical exam because he had special privileges, he was still annoyed.

Hydra is still somewhat useful now, so he can let it continue to jump, but only within the limits he allows.

……

Not much time had passed; it was in a private residence in the suburbs.

Alexander Pierce, the Minister of the World Security Council and a senior executive of S.H.I.E.L.D., arrived at one of his secluded safe houses.

Around him, several other figures were projected, watching the image projected onto the central platform like the Knights of the Round Table—an image transmitted from an island base in the Atlantic Ocean.

In the footage, countless kinetic missiles and laser weapons converged in the sky.

As dozens of nuclear weapons of varying yields exploded high in the sky, clouds hundreds of kilometers high were completely blasted apart!

However, the explosive power that surpassed that of the Tsar Bomba could only do, like a hand lifting a curtain, completely reveal the despair and terror behind the clouds—a godlike figure stood in the sky, its eyes glowing with emotionless crimson.

Thanks to the sophisticated telescope system at the island base, the images transmitted were both clear and despairing.

Kinetic missiles, laser weapons, and even humanity's most powerful trump card—nuclear weapons—have all failed to have the slightest effect, and cannot even make him move slightly.

They were like weak, helpless children declaring war on the gods high in the sky—laughable and pathetic.

As a crimson beam of light swept across the sky, the scene completely turned into a snowflake.

The virtual screen in the middle dropped, and the entire safe house fell into dead silence.

"This is his warning."

Finally, it was Pierce who first opened his bloodless, trembling lips and slowly spoke.

That island base contains many important things, so there must be quite a few technologies such as invisibility fields and energy shields.

A huge amount of material, including lead, was used to cover Superman's vision.

Moreover, because the Avengers somehow obtained information about their base locations, after sacrificing more than a dozen bases, they either moved or hid the remaining ones, significantly improving their concealment.

There are even two people in the base who know magic... but it's still of no use.

One of the male projections looked at Pierce. "So you're planning to give up?"

"No."

Pearson gave a strained smile. "Cut off one head, and two heads will grow back."

Of course, this doesn't mean Pierce was planning to sacrifice himself. As for the nonsense about "cutting off one head and growing two," not only him, but none of the others in the meeting took it to heart.

This is what they use to deceive and brainwash their subordinates.

As for themselves... take Pierce for example, he would rather sacrifice everyone else in the meeting than cut off his own head.

For these high-ranking members of the organization, their loyalty was never to the organization itself. Some pursued supreme power, while others pursued longevity. Pierce's loyalty was closer to an endorsement of an "extreme ideology."

But no matter what, the organization is merely a tool for them to achieve their goals, and it will never be their faith.

For Pierce, perhaps even when facing death he would not abandon his extreme beliefs, but before he died, he would do his best to ensure that he was the "grown, stronger and smarter head".

"He is God's perfect creation."

A dark glint flashed in Pierce's eyes. "Only a creation of equal perfection can stand against it."

The female projection, which had been silent since the middle scene began, finally spoke. Her alluring yet cold and cruel voice slowly uttered, "But you've already tried it, haven't you? More than once."

"Yes, Hydra alone cannot do it."

Pierce doesn't deny that, as of now, their entire organization, including all the products of the various super-soldier programs, would never be able to get even a single drop of blood from Superman.

So he decided to take a different approach!

"I will inform Dr. Trask."

A ruthless glint flashed in Pierce's eyes. "It's time for our previous investments to pay off."

"..."

Upon hearing Pierce's words, the other projections immediately displayed various expressions. Some looked extremely excited, while others looked worried, but no matter what they were thinking, they couldn't say it directly.

Pierce glanced at the rest of the group and said casually, "Long live Hydra!"

Hydra doesn't have a single, actual leader now, or rather, it doesn't have just one leader. He can't control them all, like different heads growing on one body—but at least for now, they're still one entity.

After a brief silence, the others... shouted, "Hail Hydra!"

……

On the streets of Manhattan, a thin layer of puddles reflected the deep blue night sky above, with a bright white full moon nestled within, and faint starlight dotting the surrounding area.

On a brightly lit skyscraper, a black figure landed lightly on the edge of the roof.

The bright moonlight fell silently, flowing gently across the black leather bodysuit that outlined the perfect curves of her body.

Her long, silver hair, tufted with a faint white glow, fluttered in the wind, and her plump, full buttocks were pressed into a line—she slowly descended to the edge of the rooftop.

He took his phone out of his pocket, tapped on a friend's pinned profile on social media, and typed a message: "[Guess where I am~♥]"