I Will Be Everywhere

Sitwell could not stop himself from trembling slightly.

Dr. Zola—it was actually Dr. Zola!

He was a founding elder of Hydra, Red Skull’s most trusted scientist, the first researcher of the Cosmic Cube, the inventor of the Valkyrie and countless energy weapons, the founder of modern Hydra, and the architect and actual executor of Project Insight!

Even within Hydra, only a handful of people knew the details of Project Insight. As one of Minister Pierce’s most trusted subordinates, Sitwell naturally knew.

Based on the Zola Algorithm, Project Insight analyzed all public and semi-public data in detail—bank records, communication records, medical histories, voting patterns, and more—to select its "insight" targets: anyone who threatened Hydra.

Its most important component was launching the three Sky Carriers currently under construction and using high-tech weapons to carry out precise aerial strikes against those people. It might not be able to kill something like Hulk, but even if Captain America came back to life, he absolutely would not be able to withstand that level of attack. He would undoubtedly die.

Dr. Zola was unquestionably a godlike figure in the hearts of every Hydra agent.

He was one of the greatest scientists of World War II, on the same level as Dr. Erskine and Dr. Howard.

Most people did not even know he existed. For certain reasons, the victors had buried history.

A small number knew he belonged to Hydra and thought he had died during World War II.

Even fewer knew that he had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. through Operation Paperclip, served S.H.I.E.L.D., and then died of a terminal illness back in the 1970s.

Only a very select few knew that he was still alive—alive in another way, in a place no one could imagine.

Pierce was dead.

That did not matter.

As long as Dr. Zola remained, Hydra remained!

Sitwell was thrilled and hurriedly took a deep breath.

No, I have to stay calm. I have to carry out my mission. I have to stall Iron Fist.

Since Dr. Zola had set his sights on him, then even the Immortal Iron Fist could not remain immortal. He would soon rust away.

Only Hydra was immortal!

Sitwell forced himself to remain composed, only to see Old Wang suddenly turn back with a half-smile. "Finished talking?"

Huh?

Sitwell froze.

What was going on?

Could it be that he… he knew everything?

No, no. I must have been too excited just now and made him suspicious.

And even if he guessed that someone had spoken to me just now, there was no way he could know it was Dr. Zola, much less what Dr. Zola intended to do.

Sitwell, you’re Hydra elite. You get huge year-end bonuses every year. You’re the best!

Steady. Don’t be afraid!

With that thought, Sitwell hurriedly waved his hands. "No, we weren’t talking about anything. It was just an ordinary agent reporting to me. You know I’m S.H.I.E.L.D. senior management. I oversee a lot of people…"

"Dr. Zola included?" Old Wang cut in.

"Huh?"

"Ah!"

Sitwell involuntarily opened his mouth, completely panicked. "Y-you, how did you know?"

That was impossible!

My implanted communicator was developed by the S.H.I.E.L.D. Science and Technology Division. It barely made any sound to begin with, and it had shielding functions. Even if your hearing as Iron Fist is good enough to hear a butterfly flap its wings, there’s no way you could have heard Dr. Zola.

Dr. Zola would never make such a low-level mistake, and neither would I!

"Guess?"

Old Wang smiled, then said, "Thanks, Tony."

Tony’s voice rang out, sounding incredulous. "Zola is still alive? How is that possible?"

Zola was older than both his father and Captain America. If he had lived until now, he would definitely be over a hundred years old. And how could no one have known all this time?

"Nothing is impossible. We’ll know once we take a look."

Old Wang spoke casually. "Did you trace the signal?"

In this situation, as long as Tony’s intelligence was normal, he would definitely have J.A.R.V.I.S. trace the signal—and he would definitely succeed.

Zola was remarkable.

But he was old. This era belonged to young people, like Tony.

Even Black Widow could use S.H.I.E.L.D. software to trace signals. Not to mention Tony, and certainly not J.A.R.V.I.S.?

After a full half-minute of silence, Tony finally said, "Tracked it. It’s actually in that place. J.A.R.V.I.S., change course. We’re going to New Jersey!"

Old Wang said, "You’re too slow. I’ll go."

J.A.R.V.I.S. said, "Sir, Master Wang possesses instantaneous teleportation. He is indeed faster than you. Taking into account the time needed to locate and open a portal, he is approximately ten thousand times faster than you."

Tony said, "…Send him the address!"

J.A.R.V.I.S., your intelligence is high enough, but your emotional intelligence is nonexistent. You really aren’t human. You still need work…

Old Wang took out his phone, glanced at the coordinates and on-site photos, confirmed the location, then said, "Calling Robbie."

The communicator recognized his voice and dialed immediately. Soon, a voice came through. "Boss, I’ve demonicized a Quinjet and am flying toward S.H.I.E.L.D. Triskelion Headquarters."

He could even demonicize a Quinjet now. He was improving fast. Maybe someday he could demonicize a Sky Carrier too… Old Wang asked, "How much longer?"

"One minute," Robbie replied.

Old Wang gave a hum. "I have something else to do, so I won’t wait for you. Once you get there, go straight to the top floor and find Fury. Listen to him, and don’t let him die."

"Okay." Robbie cut off the call.

Old Wang dialed again. This time, it was Skye. "How are things?"

"Several aircraft took off from Commodore Talbot’s air force base and are conducting reconnaissance over The Laboratory. The San Juan military base is in complete chaos. I hacked their internal network and altered their access permissions. There’s no threat for the time being," Skye replied.

"Have Elektra keep watching."

Old Wang was satisfied. "Here’s the situation… I sent you the address. Pick up Fitz, bring the relevant equipment, and get there as fast as possible."

"Got it."

After hanging up, Old Wang drew a circle with his hand, and an orange portal appeared.

He looked at Sitwell and made an inviting gesture. "You seem to admire Dr. Zola very much. Come on, let’s pay him a visit together!"

Ten seconds after Old Wang left with Sitwell, a Quinjet wreathed in Hellfire suddenly appeared above Triskelion Headquarters.

It looked completely different from before.

Its streamlined fuselage had become wild and menacing. Hellfire’s demonicization had not only given it properties akin to magical equipment and the ability to repair itself automatically, but had also altered its appearance. One look was enough to reveal its unmistakably hellish style.

The Quinjet’s arrival immediately drew countless eyes—and Zola’s attention as well.

His voice rang in the ears of one Hydra agent after another:

"It’s Ghost Rider."

"Anti-aircraft guns, lock on and fire!"

"Short-range missiles, lock on and fire!"

"All fighter jets, take off and attack!"

"Unlock laser weapons. Fire!"

And without anyone knowing, Zola issued another order:

"According to big data calculations, the probability of victory in this battle is only 22.34%."

"Immortal Iron Fist detected entering the alert zone. Prepare self-destruct mode. Prepare to launch missiles. Target: Immortal Iron Fist!"

"Add 254 variables, including ‘Pierce’ dead and ‘Sitwell’ captured… Recalculating… Probability of victory below 10%."

"Project Insight has already failed. The Sky Carriers and Quinjets cannot be left to S.H.I.E.L.D. Initiate devastating strike."

"Launch all missiles. Target… Triskelion Headquarters!"

"Begin consciousness transfer."

"I will be nowhere to be found."

"I will be everywhere."

Thanks to "Racing Guoba" for the 4,000 tip.