Make Him One of Mine (Second Update)

Old Wang nodded. He still understood the basics.

After putting on the helmet, Fitz started the machine. A vast amount of memories appeared, incomparably clear.

The sensation was strange, like the fusion of souls in those transmigration novels, though not nearly as exaggerated.

No one could withstand the frenzied influx of massive amounts of information. Not to mention that the human body and brain simply could not process so much information all at once.

Even if they could, they could easily be influenced by the other person’s personality and life experiences, suffer mental problems, develop split personalities, or even become someone else entirely.

Soul transmigration carried risks. Enter the profession with caution.

Old Wang’s soul and mental strength were powerful enough that he was not afraid of an information overload at this level.

But even at a hundredfold fast-forward, it would take nearly a year to review all of Whitehall’s memories. There was no need for that.

Fitz was right. Right now, he was Whitehall. With only extremely limited information retrieval, he could extract the corresponding memory fragments from the vast sea of memories. It was very convenient.

It really was no different from the priest’s Mind Steal.

The only difference was that Mind Steal was more convenient and required none of this equipment, but it needed sufficiently powerful mental strength to sustain it and could not last long.

Technological methods were more complicated, but once the power was on, they could run for seven days and seven nights without issue.

Magic and technology each had their strengths. Combining their advantages was what made a real man.

He casually selected several important keywords, such as "Pierce," "Red Skull," and "Jia Ying," then read several memory fragments. Old Wang nodded silently.

Whitehall’s mind truly contained far too many secrets. Many of them were related to myths and legends, while others involved research into mysterious objects, such as the Obelisk.

Since he was not part of Pierce’s faction, he did not know much about the Hydra hidden within S.H.I.E.L.D. The lower and middle ranks only knew the people under their own command, while the upper ranks knew only a handful of people, such as Pierce, The Clairvoyant, and Sitwell.

But that was already enough for Egghead.

"Make a copy of every memory related to the S.H.I.E.L.D. undercover agents." Old Wang removed the helmet and gave the order.

There was no need for the other memories. Keeping them might let him fleece Egghead again later.

Business required sustainable development. One-off deals were boring and too unprofitable.

In any case, what Egghead wanted most was information about the undercover agents. Old Wang had not held anything back in that regard. He already counted as a conscientious, ethical businessman.

Fitz gave an "Mm," then asked, "The Winter Soldier’s brain mapping and memory upload have also been completed. Would you like to take a look?"

"No."

Old Wang was not interested in the Winter Soldier’s memories. "He was brainwashed by Hydra. I need you to help him regain his mental freedom. If necessary, you can alter some unimportant memories. The main thing is to make the Winter Soldier trust me, the way he trusts Captain America… Can you do that?"

Fitz’s expression turned strange as his thoughts began to wander. He felt that something was off about his boss, that his boss’s thoughts were unhealthy.

Only when he noticed Old Wang’s displeased expression did he hurriedly nod. "Uh, that’s simple. I just need to adjust the equipment. It’ll take no more than two days."

"Very good."

Old Wang continued, "How is the research on the Winter Soldier’s mechanical arm coming along?"

"The technological level is very high. In some aspects, it’s even better than the S.H.I.E.L.D. Science and Technology Division’s. Overall, it has a former Soviet Union style—violent, rough, sturdy, and durable."

At the mention of it, Fitz became especially excited. He gestured wildly with both hands. "But there are still many areas that need improvement, such as automatic control and automatic targeting. I have plenty of ideas to add—remote control, automatic guidance, a hundred-thousand-volt electric shock, strength enhancement… Also, the raw materials aren’t good enough. I think Gold-Titanium Alloy would be great…"

"Not good enough."

Old Wang interrupted him. "Use Secondary Adamantium for the defensive and offensive components whenever possible… Hurry up and finish the blueprints, then send them directly to Director Fury."

Fitz’s eyes lit up, and his breathing grew heavy. "Secondary Adamantium? That’s wonderful! I’ve wanted to study it for ages! Boss, you’re much more generous than Director Fury!"

That was exactly what I was waiting for… Old Wang smiled faintly. "The total amount will be at least ten kilograms. The mechanical arm won’t need that much. You can use the rest however you see fit. I won’t interfere. I’ll also give you a budget of one hundred million. If you need to buy anything, apply through Skye directly."

Trust those you employed, and do not employ those you doubted.

One of the most frightening things in the world was amateurs directing professionals and constantly meddling.

Since he had handed the Physical Engineering Laboratory to Fitz, Old Wang gave him full authority.

A hundred million dollars’ worth of materials was just pocket change. Old Wang did not care.

After giving his instructions, Old Wang turned to Carl. "Mr. Johnson, Skye must really want to see her mother. Can you contact her?"

At Old Wang’s words, Carl’s expression changed.

There was longing, sweetness, pain, and even fear and terror.

He could barely control himself. His mental state was clearly unstable. He clenched his fists, his face turning livid as fury blazed in his eyes. "Why does she want to see her? No, she can’t see her. She… she isn’t the same person she used to be. She’ll hurt Skye!"

Skye was completely stunned.

Her father was actually afraid of her mother?

What a loss of male authority!

Her father already had plenty of problems. Could her mother’s problems be even worse?

She suddenly felt that her future was bleak, that her life was full of despair.

Then she suddenly felt warmth at her waist. Turning her head, she saw Old Wang’s spring-breeze smile, melting away all her sadness.

It’s so good to have you, Wang!

"In just one year, people can become unrecognizable. Cherries turn red, plantains turn green, fungus turns black, grapes turn purple—let alone over a long nineteen years. I know what kind of pain and torment Ms. Jia Ying went through. Honestly, it is remarkable that she did not go insane."

Old Wang said, "But no problem is unsolvable, Mr. Johnson. Skye wants to see her mother. All grudges will have to be resolved eventually."

"…All right."

Carl glanced at Old Wang and sighed.

This man who had stolen his daughter’s heart looked more and more unpleasant the longer Carl looked at him, but he truly was capable. Perhaps he really could dissolve the hatred in Jia Ying’s heart, allowing their family of three… hopefully three… to live happily together.

"All these years, she has always been the one contacting me. I have no way to contact her proactively."

Carl said, "She is the leader of the Inhumans and lives in a place no one knows about. One of her subordinates is an Inhuman named Gordon who can teleport. Every time, he was the one who brought me there. That place is called…"

"Afterlife." Old Wang’s tone was calm.

Carl abruptly looked at Old Wang, his face full of shock.

How did he even know that?

What was there that he did not know?

"Then wait for her to contact you. Tell her that you found Skye. I think she’ll send Gordon to take Skye away."

After thinking for a moment, Old Wang said, "Skye, have Fitz implant a Subdermal Communicator in you later."

Skye gave an "Mm."

"Whitehall is in your hands, but don’t let him die. We can’t resolve Jia Ying’s hatred without him."

"Mr. Johnson, if you have time, you can visit the Biochemistry Laboratory next door. Simmons is conducting research related to biological resurrection and the Super Soldier Program. I think you’ll be interested… She is also very interested in your formula. She should be able to help you improve it and eliminate its hidden dangers."

After giving a few more instructions, Old Wang found a rattan chair, lay down in it, and closed his eyes.

He needed to reorganize the more than thirty plans he had long prepared, see whether there were any loopholes, and make adjustments based on the current situation.

This was no longer half a year ago. Many conditions were now in place.

It was time to begin some of those plans!