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In the bedroom of the Immortal Castle.

Emilia hung up the phone and said to Lake, who was smoking on the terrace, "The body is gone."

Lake turned around, "Did the locals take it?"

After Lake slept and his mental state recovered, he finally remembered Michael Corvin’s body left on Lake Island. Emilia had already sent people over.

However, a message just came in: the area above Lake Island was empty, with no body. Even the helicopter wreckage at the bottom of the lake was gone.

Emilia shook her head, "No, if the Hungarians had taken it, we would have received information."

Lake nodded, "Then it must have been S.H.I.E.L.D. who took it."

Emilia said it was possible and looked at Lake, "Should we ask them to hand it over?"

Lake put out his cigarette, walked from the terrace into the room, took the satellite phone from Emilia’s hand, and directly dialed List’s satellite phone.

It connected.

Lake got straight to the point, "Did you take that Golden Wolf’s body?"

List replied directly, "Yes, Mr. Black King. We thought you didn’t need it. If you do, we’ll return it to you?"

New York’s clone used satellite detection to scan Lake Island.

S.H.I.E.L.D.’s New York Operations Center was observing from the shadows.

This was also what List had informed him of during their last phone call. Lake didn’t care; sometimes, it was necessary to display dominance.

And so it was.

List’s voice was noticeably more respectful than before.

Besides, to prevent his clone from being exposed, Lake hadn’t allowed the New York clone to transfer the satellite over initially. Otherwise, Lake wouldn’t have been startled by the three helicopters that suddenly emerged from behind the mountain.

Furthermore.

It also took a certain amount of time for the satellite to adjust its orbit and reach that location.

By the time the New York clone adjusted its orbit, Lake had already killed Michael Corvin. The New York clone hadn’t seen it, and naturally, S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn’t seen it either.

However…

After S.H.I.E.L.D. in New York saw the corpse of the golden giant wolf left by Lake, they immediately reported the news to S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters’ Chief Alexander Pierce. Subsequently, Alexander Pierce urgently contacted Hydra agents in the vicinity, who impersonated S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and directly seized the golden wolf from the local police at the first opportunity.

Lake put down the phone and looked at Emilia, "Do you need it?"

Emilia shook her head.

What would she need the wolf’s body for? Right now, she only needed Lake.

Lake picked up the phone again, "Just consider it an assassination order. As for the service fee, you decide."

After speaking.

Lake directly hung up the phone, his gaze falling on Emilia, who had taken off her pajamas, revealing lingerie, her expression cold and beautiful with a hint of allure.

His appetite increased.

Lake recalled the scene of the golden wolf hunting earlier and mimicked it convincingly, pouncing directly at Emilia. This elicited a series of happy laughter, followed by innocent, not-suitable-for-children activities.

List, on the other end of the phone, heard the dead tone and hung up, frowning.

"You decide"?

This was good news. At least, in List’s opinion, it showed that Lake completely trusted them. However, how much should he "decide" to give?

This was a difficult question to estimate. List shook his head and picked up the phone again. He was just a scientist who had acted as a liaison because he was the only one available at the time. This matter could be left to others to worry about.

It wasn’t just Hydra that was worried.

There was someone even more troubled right now.

"Bang!"

On the Alexander, sailing on the high seas, Corvinus, also named Alexander, in a fit of extreme rage, smashed a precious jade artifact he had collected to pieces.

"Ah!"

Alexander Corvinus roared in anger.

His eldest son, Marcus, was dead, his body completely devoured by Lucian, leaving only a skeleton devoid of flesh and blood, not even interesting enough for dogs to gnaw on.

His second son, William, was also dead, to the point where not even his ashes could be found.

His third son’s descendant, Michael Corvin, was also dead, and his body had fallen into the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Originally…

Alexander Corvinus could have reacted quickly. At the very least, he could have known as soon as Lake landed on the island. However, at that time, the permissions for the European S.H.I.E.L.D. satellites they had been using had all disappeared. This wasn’t the most tragic part; even the satellite communication channels they used had their permissions revoked.

Immediately after.

Someone from European S.H.I.E.L.D. called, their tone very urgent, saying that the intercepted audio had appeared on the Security Council’s table. The Security Council was furious, and S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters directly established a Special Investigation Team with Nick Fury as the Special Prosecutor, who had already begun a purge investigation into European S.H.I.E.L.D. Their personnel were almost all under control.

Just as the person was asking what to do, there seemed to be the sound of a door breaking down on the other end of the line, and then the call was completely cut off.

Upon hearing this news, Alexander Corvinus was stunned. Then, the events at Lake Island were reported. Due to the loss of satellite communication permissions, the Immortal Agents who had already flown to the airspace above Lake Island, after several unsuccessful calls, saw the increasing number of humans on the ground and could only choose to return and report this information to Alexander Corvinus.

This back and forth.

By the time Corvinus’s people arrived at Lake Island, not only were there no people left, but even the wreckage of their helicopter was gone.

The most tragic part wasn’t over yet.

After taking a deep breath, Alexander Corvinus had someone bring him a satellite phone, preparing to call someone who had invited him to join S.H.I.E.L.D. to jointly maintain world peace.

But…

It was night.

London’s top-ranked Portland Hospital’s emergency center welcomed a very high-profile patient. While they were working hard to save him, even the Royal Family of Elizabeth sent a Royal Minister to guard the entrance to the emergency room.

Alexander Corvinus’s call went unanswered.

There was even more tragedy.

With a bang.

After losing the support of the European S.H.I.E.L.D. satellite system, a guard outside rushed in: "Sir, over a dozen speedboats are approaching us."

Alexander Corvinus’s eyes narrowed: "What?"

At this moment.

With a whoosh, as if a fighter jet had flown over the ship, the cargo ship, which had just been exposed by European S.H.I.E.L.D. and had moved from the Alvoran Sea to the North Atlantic, instantly sounded its alarm.

The next second.

Gunfire erupted on the ship’s deck.

Boom!

The helicopters parked on the ship’s helipad were hit by missiles from the Kwon fighter jets and instantly destroyed, leaving no possibility for anyone on the cargo ship to escape.

The Kwon fighter jet hovered in place.

The rear cargo door opened.

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

A soldier with a metal left arm, expressionless, looking exactly like a vagrant and resembling the Winter Soldier, leaped out. With a roll and a rise, he threw a punch, sending an Immortal Agent flying into the sea.

Okay.

This was also the Winter Soldier.

The real deal?

A clone?

Who knew.

As for the one undergoing all sorts of torture and scientific experiments at the Quantico base, that was undoubtedly a clone.

Don’t forget.

Hydra was the organization that produced the most black technology during World War II. After World War II, when the internet wasn’t as developed, Dr. Zola could still come up with an alternative form of immortality. A mere cloning technology was child’s play.

Clang clang clang!

The bullets from an Immortal Agent’s rifle struck the Winter Soldier charging towards him. The latter was unharmed and didn’t even slow down as he punched the Winter Soldier’s chest, shattering it.

The Immortal Agent died instantly.

After all, their immortality, a gift from Alexander Corvinus, was only immortality. They could still die.

As the Immortal Agent flew backward in death, his rifle was still firing, bullets flying everywhere.

But…

Some stray bullets hit Hydra agents. Like the Winter Soldier, they were implanted with subcutaneous titanium armor, so these gunshot wounds were nothing to them.

In the study.

A Hydra agent launched a precise scalpel-like attack. While gunfire raged outside, the sounds of gunfire near the study grew closer.

"Sir!"

The Immortal Agent who had just come from outside pushed the door open and ran in, saying to Alexander Corvinus, "The enemy’s firepower is too strong, we can’t hold on. Let’s retreat."

As Corvinus’s ultimate stronghold, this cargo ship wasn’t just equipped with helicopters as escape tools.

The bottom of the cargo ship had also been modified to store a submarine that could hold five people, allowing them to escape from the seabed if the cargo ship was completely overrun.

But…

Was it still necessary?

Judging by this operation, combined with the events at European S.H.I.E.L.D., it was undoubtedly premeditated.

Leave?

Could they even leave?

With a boom.

The entire cargo ship shuddered, and countless amounts of seawater poured into it through the breach at its bottom. The speed at which the water entered was indescribable.

"Black King!"

"Heh."

Alexander Corvinus’s lips curved into a mocking smile. He shook his head and sat back down on the expensive wooden chair in his study, pulling an object from his bosom.

Upon seeing Alexander Corvinus pull out the item, the Immortal Agent’s expression drastically changed.

Corvinus looked at the Immortal Agent, who had been loyal to him for centuries, and said, "You have ten seconds to leave."

Before he could finish speaking.

The Immortal Agent had already bolted towards the study door.

But.

With a boom.

The Immortal Agent was sent flying backward from outside the study, crashing in.

The Winter Soldier, with his silvery white metal right arm, walked into the study expressionlessly. His gaze immediately fell upon Corvinus, who was holding something in his hand.

The Winter Soldier’s eyes widened.

Corvinus revealed his final smile and pressed down hard.

Boom!