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They walked into the castle side by side.
What came into view was a spacious and gloomy entrance hall. The floor was paved with cold obsidian. The walls were hung with faded Hydra flags and some medieval-style ones. Armor. The air was filled with the smell of dust and decay.
Just as they took the third step into the hall, something strange happened.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!!!"
Without warning, a shrill alarm rang out throughout the hall, and red warning lights flashed wildly.
"I knew it." Tony curled his lips, his expression showing no surprise at all.
"The internal proximity sensor alarm and physical isolation are really old-fashioned.
It seems that our master already knows we are coming." As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen secret doors around the hall opened at the same time, and hundreds of Hydra soldiers wearing black tactical uniforms and holding energy rifles that flashed with faint blue light rushed out from inside, instantly surrounding the two of them.
"Oh, look! What a warm welcome!" Tony looked around, his tone not a hint of nervousness, but rather excitement.
"Looks like we've come to the right place. I love being surrounded by fans."
"Long live Hydra!"
A guy who looked like a small boss roared in German.
The next second, hundreds of dark blue energy beams poured down on the two brothers from all directions like a dense rainstorm!
"It's party time!"
Tony laughed loudly, and the thrusters behind him exploded. The golden-red Armor instantly turned into a phantom, nimbly dodging in the dense energy beams.
He was like an elegant dancer, strolling amidst the hail of bullets.
The micro-missiles on the shoulders whizzed out and exploded accurately in the crowd.
The laser on his arm is like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and every swing can leave a cut on the wall.
"Hey! Did your physical education teacher teach you how to shoot?" He dodged while mocking.
"I'm standing here and letting you hit me, but you can't hit me! To be honest, you are the worst terrorists I have ever seen!"
On the other side, Henry chose a completely different way of fighting.
He didn't even bother to dodge.
He stood there quietly, allowing the energy beams to bombard him.
The black armor did not have a single scratch in the firelight of the explosion, and not even a speck of dust got on it.
He is like an immovable reef, standing firm no matter how hard the wind and waves hit him.
"boring."
Henry uttered two words lightly, and then his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.
He didn't use heat vision or any large-scale attacks.
He turned into black lightning and rushed into the formation of Hydra soldiers.
The following scene was a nightmare for the Hydra soldiers.
They only saw a black ghost moving through the crowd, and then the weapons in their hands disappeared or were twisted into a knot.
Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force hit them, and they were completely killed. Their bodies flew out uncontrollably, knocking down their teammates like bowling balls.
Henry wasn't serious; he was just playing.
He would suddenly appear in front of a soldier, clamp the gun barrel just before he pulled the trigger, and then, in the soldier's horrified eyes, crush the entire gun into an iron ball before sending the soldier to see God.
He would also sweep through a line of soldiers like a gust of wind, and when he stopped, they would instantly fall to the ground, never to wake up again. On the battlefield, Tony's side was a thrilling Hollywood action blockbuster, while Henry's side had become a black comedy.
"Hey! You bastard! Don't steal my shot!" Tony roared in dissatisfaction. He had just used a palm cannon to dispatch a guy who had attempted a sneak attack.
"And can you please be serious? We're on a serious revenge mission, not having a costume party!"
"You are too slow, old man."
Henry's voice sounded lazy. He was holding a Hydra soldier in one hand, using the other's body as a shield to block several energy beams shot from the other side.
"And I'm conducting psychological warfare. Physical torture is only temporary, but mental humiliation is eternal. I believe that after today, this gentleman who likes to wear pink teddy bear underwear will probably never have the courage to pick up a weapon again. Oh, well, he will never have another chance."
The soldier he was holding had been beaten into a sieve by his teammates. If he heard what Henry said, he might jump up and retort, "You are not a human being!"
In less than a minute, hundreds of Hydra elite soldiers in the hall were lying on the ground.
Tony slowly landed on the ground, the mask of his Armor retracted.
He looked at the dead Hydra soldiers on the ground, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
"Okay," he glanced at Henry, who was unharmed.
"I admit that your tactics do have some effect."
"Of course." Henry spread his hands, looking as if it were a matter of course.
He clapped his hands as if he had just done a warm-up exercise.
"Now, should we continue to wait here for them to send the next wave of soldiers to kill us, or should we go directly to their boss to talk?" At this moment, heavy footsteps were heard from deep in the hall.
A man wearing a neat German officer's uniform, with his hair neatly combed and a monocle on his face, who looked like he had walked out of a World War II movie, walked out slowly, surrounded by a team of soldiers who were even better equipped.
"Stark."
The man spoke; his English had a thick German accent, and his eyes were sinister.
Like a poisonous snake.
"I never thought you could find this place. Should I say you are worthy of being Howard's sons?"
"Oh, look, someone in charge is finally here." Tony glanced at him and spoke in a frivolous tone.
"Who are you? The property manager here? I have a complaint. Your security system is terrible. I cracked it with just one finger. Also, your staff training is terrible. They can't even hold a gun properly. I suggest you fire them all and hire a group of professionals."
"I am Baron Wolfgang von Strucker." The man said coldly, without any expression on his face.
"The master of this place is also the one who will put an end to you."
"Strucker? The name sounds like some cheap German black bread." Henry also complained.
"It's dry, hard, and tastes terrible. And you're going to finish us off? Do you have any misunderstandings about your own strength? Are you relying on those guys behind you who look like they just came from a comic convention?"
Baron Strucker's eye twitched, but he forced himself to remain calm.
He ignored Henry's trash talk and locked his eyes on Tony.
"Tony Stark, your father was a great scientist, but he chose the wrong path."
Strucker said slowly, "And you inherited his talent, but also his stupidity. If you are willing to join us, Hydra will give you everything you want. Power, wealth, even eternal life."
"Wow." Tony opened his mouth exaggeratedly when he heard that.
"I have to say, your MLM presentation is even more hypnotic than a Hammer Industries product launch. Immortality? Just because you old geeks can't even get a Wi-Fi signal? Are you planning to mummify me and put me in a museum and charge admission?"
The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his eyes turned cold.
"Put aside your disgusting rhetoric, Mr. Bread. I didn't come here today to listen to your nonsense."
Tony raised his right hand.
"I only do three things."
"I'll tear down your broken castle, smash your laboratory, and then..."
He paused, a cruel arc appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Tear all your heads off."