Annihilate Them All, Leave None Alive!

Night had fallen, and the unextinguished lights illuminated the bald head.

It looked like a peeled white boiled egg.

It was especially conspicuous in the darkness.

Sitwell hurried to the door of an office in the government building, mentally reviewing the speech he had prepared. Only after confirming there were no problems did he take a deep breath and knock.

"Come in." A deep voice sounded.

He wiped away his sweat and quickly opened the door to enter.

Just as he was about to deliver his prepared speech with great feeling, Alexander Pierce, seated behind the desk, pointed at the door.

The words reached Sitwell’s lips, then he swallowed them back. Only then did he realize that he had been too anxious and nervous, so much so that he had even forgotten this. It was simply not the quality expected of a qualified agent.

"I hope you’ve brought good news." Pierce leaned back in his chair, looking very calm.

He valued Sitwell highly, but he also understood the gap between him and Fury. It was as obvious as the difference between a white boiled egg and Egghead. The former was fundamentally unfit to survive in the dark, and more easily stained by other things, turning red or black.

Like a fence-sitter, he was not particularly reliable.

Unlike Fury, who was black from head to toe. No matter how he was dyed, it could never change the essence of Egghead.

"Minister, I’m afraid it isn’t good news." Sitwell wiped his sweat again.

Pierce’s interruption had made him forget half of his prepared speech, so he simply gave up on it and got straight to the point. "Whitehall has been captured!"

Pierce raised an eyelid. "Iron Fist did it?"

"You already knew, Minister?" Sitwell hurriedly put on an appropriately surprised expression.

Pierce was a man who had weathered great events. He was confident that even if Hulk stood before him, his expression would not change. He nodded slightly. "Tell me the details."

"Agent Ward led a team into The Laboratory and quickly confirmed Winter Soldier’s location. However, the enemy was powerful. Daredevil, Stick, and Black Sky killed most of the agents. Agent Ward had originally planned to pretend to surrender and find an opportunity to awaken Winter Soldier, but… Black Sky killed him outright."

Sitwell continued, "Immortal Iron Fist and Skye made their move. Nearly all of Whitehall’s men were killed. The Jericho Missile never had time to launch, and the Sonic Cannon’s shockwaves were no match for Skye’s. It was directly overturned. Iron Fist personally captured Whitehall."

"Skye?"

"Skye possesses a strange power that allows her to manipulate shockwaves."

Sitwell said, "We don’t know the specifics. We suspect it has something to do with the Obelisk. Our people only managed to send back this intelligence before they were all killed. Not a single one remained."

Pierce fell silent for a moment.

Both Ward and Whitehall had failed. This disrupted his plans.

Immortal Iron Fist’s abilities had exceeded his expectations, and now a Skye who could manipulate shockwaves had appeared as well.

Could all of this be related to Fury?

Could this all be a conspiracy, a conspiracy to lure out Whitehall?

Pierce suddenly felt an inexplicable unease. This matter was definitely not so simple!

"What do you suggest?" he asked.

Sitwell gave the answer he had long prepared. "Put pressure on Fury and make him bring Whitehall into S.H.I.E.L.D. Then we only need to make a few arrangements, and we can release Whitehall, or… kill him!"

Only the dead could not leak secrets.

S.H.I.E.L.D. was our territory. Would killing a Whitehall really be difficult?

"Putting pressure on Fury will make him wary. In fact, he already suspects me. He suspects everyone."

Pierce shook his head. "Fury wants Whitehall more than we do, and once he acts, he will definitely imprison him in a secret base rather than Triskelion Headquarters or any other base."

"Then… should we make a move against Fury?"

Sitwell proposed a second plan. "Kill Fury and put one of our people in charge as director. Garrett, for example?"

"The commotion would be too great. The United Nations Security Council and the United States government would definitely intervene and investigate. Project Insight has not yet been completed. We cannot do that."

Pierce rejected it again. "Besides, without Fury, who will raise funds for Project Insight? Government appropriations alone? They wouldn’t even be enough to build a single Sky Carrier!"

Of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s annual funding, government appropriations accounted for only a small portion. There were also "sponsorships" from certain wealthy people.

Some of these "sponsorships" were voluntary, while others were forced. Some had been secured by them, while others had been secured by Fury. Neither source could be cut off.

"Then… what should we do?" With both plans rejected, Sitwell knew he could not propose a third. He hurriedly put on a bewildered expression.

"Go do your own work."

Pierce rubbed the space between his brows. "I’ll handle this matter."

He waved his hand, dismissing Sitwell.

After thinking carefully for five minutes, he finally picked up his phone and made a call.

"Plan B. Contact Anton. Launch the missiles. Annihilate them all, leave none alive!"

"The commotion will be rather large."

"No matter how large it is, it won’t be as large as killing Fury. Say it was a military exercise, or the work of a terrorist organization."

"How many?"

"All of them!"

Darkhold Laboratory.

"Get out of the car, Dr. Whitehall."

The moment Old Wang finished speaking, he sensed a ripple coming from beside him.

Then came a bang.

When he turned around, Whitehall had fallen from the sky, sprawled flat on the ground with a mouthful of dirt.

Women really were not to be provoked… Old Wang shook his head slightly without changing expression, got out of the car, and entered The Laboratory.

As for Whitehall?

He was now Skye’s toy. Inside the car, he had already been twisted into eighteen different poses, every one of them pushing the limits of the human body. His entire body kept trembling, including but not limited to his lips, heart, eyelids, and certain indescribable parts.

Skye’s technique was still somewhat lacking. Several times, she had nearly played Whitehall to death.

If Old Wang had not helped treat him and pulled him back from the brink of death again and again, he would probably have died ten times on the way here.

He truly had been "dying and coming back to life."

"Watch the intensity, Skye. Don’t play him to death. Believe me, someone is better at torturing Whitehall than you are, and more willing to do it too."

Old Wang did not say much. He believed Skye would understand.

Whitehall suddenly shuddered, his whole body convulsing.

There was someone even more ruthless than this girl?

Skye nodded, raised her right hand, and sent a shockwave at Whitehall.

The Hydra leader, who had always delighted in torturing others, was blasted dozens of meters away and slammed viciously into the wall.

He would not die. Old Wang had left a strand of True Qi inside his body to protect his heart.

However, there was a way of living called being worse off than dead.

Ignoring how Skye chose to play with him, Old Wang quickly found the others.

Daredevil, Stick, and Black Sky were all unharmed.

Honed by the battle against The Hand and strengthened by their training during this period, each of them, having cultivated Qi, was qualified to fight Black Widow head-on in close combat. The three of them together were at least equivalent to Black Widow and Hawkeye joining forces.

Although there had only been three on their side in this battle, against dozens on the enemy’s side, most of the enemy had merely been level one or two Bronze players. Their side had three Star Glory players, each at least level sixteen, with ultimate skills and complete equipment.

Most importantly, with Daredevil’s powerful sensory abilities, it was like fighting a team battle with the entire map revealed. There had been no possibility of losing.

The only regret was that not a single prisoner had been left alive. These three were simply too vicious.

Especially "Black Sky" Elektra. She never held back in battle, every strike aimed to kill. Clearly, Beast’s power had greatly affected her.

Kingpin was dead, and Beast had lost another host. It would very likely seek out Elektra again next, so they needed to stay alert during this time.

"For the time being, stay in The Laboratory and handle security."

Old Wang gave the order, then looked at Fitz. "How much longer until the brain mapping and memory upload technology is complete?"

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