Before long, the twins found themselves sitting in Makima's private car, completely bewildered.
It wasn't until the car had driven quite a distance that they snapped out of it, their hearts filled with doubt.
They had been hesitating, but why did they follow her so uncontrollably the moment she spoke?
Wanda stole a glance at Makima, who was resting with her eyes closed beside her.
For some reason, she felt an indescribable... maternal radiance emanating from this woman.
That long-lost sense of tranquility, which made one want to lean on her, easily dismantled the defenses the siblings had built up over years of wandering.
What's more...
Wanda and Pietro looked around nervously.
This car was so luxurious... the leather seats were incredibly soft.
Far away in New York, Su Modie took all of this in and couldn't help but roast them internally.
Makima's traits were practically a natural counter to all the heroes and villains in the Marvel Universe.
After all, looking at the entire Universe, the number of superheroes and supervillains who have a complete set of parents can be counted on one hand.
Cough, that sounds a bit dark, but for Makima, this was definitely her area of expertise.
It was a unique advantage.
The car drove all the way into the snow-covered HYDRA Fortress.
After getting out of the car, Wanda and Pietro looked around timidly, looking exactly like two country bumpkins who had never seen the world.
Seeing these two young people's naive appearance, Su Modie actually had a bone to pick: instead of constantly obsessing over seeking revenge against Tony Stark far away, these two unfortunate kids would be better off looking at the local Sokovian oligarchs and aristocrats.
Those people were wealthier than the next, living in luxury while the commoners at the bottom suffered. If those old aristocrats would just give up a fraction of their wealth to invest in infrastructure, following Tony's attitude toward New York...
Sokovia wouldn't have ended up in such a pathetic state.
But now, those old geezers hide in their castles and manors while calling for the commoners to "save the country"—isn't that ridiculous?
Makima ignored the two youngsters looking around and led them straight to List's underground laboratory.
When they pushed the door open, a young man was standing in front of an instrument in the lab, being forced to watch news videos about Tony.
Seeing Makima barge in so brazenly with two strangers, Dr. List frowned and hurriedly ordered the experiment to be paused, stepping forward to block their path: "Miss Makima, who are they? What are you trying to do?"
"Don't be nervous, Doctor," Makima smiled slightly. "I've just found two more suitable test subjects for you."
List was stunned by these words.
What the hell? Is there even such a thing as cutting in line for human experimentation now?
Although it didn't really matter who was used first, for the sake of his reputation as the Baron's chief scientist, List pulled a long face and sternly refused: "Miss Makima, this is breaking the rules! Mr. Pierce sent you here for observation and exchange."
"Not for an outsider like you to come here and tell us how to run our experiments."
Seeing that the old man didn't know what was good for him, Su Modie almost laughed out of anger.
If he were allowed to continue his Brute-force Experiments with human lives, who knows how many more days and nights would be wasted.
Now that she was kindly handing him the correct answer and helping him get results early, this old geezer was actually unhappy?
Su Modie didn't have the patience to keep playing this game of blind luck with this guy.
Upon receiving the command, the smile on Makima's face didn't fade; she just tilted her head slightly.
Behind her, Bronski gave a sinister grin and stepped forward, looming right in front of List's nose.
The overwhelming pressure forged in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, combined with the exaggerated height difference, caused List's momentum to suddenly collapse as he retreated two steps.
He stared at Makima and Bronski in disbelief.
What's going on?
They weren't like this before; why are they suddenly so arrogant? Have they gone mad?
List's chest heaved with anger. These outsiders actually dared to be so insolent on their home turf! It was only because Baron Strucker happened to be away from the castle today; when he returned, he would definitely file a complaint!
No matter how much he cursed in his mind, a wise man knows when to back down.
Under the intimidation of Bronski, List eventually had no choice but to wave his hand reluctantly.
He ordered his subordinates to make room for Wanda and Pietro and arranged for them to undergo the experiment first.
Meanwhile, the young man who had been standing in front of the instrument and nearly lost his life was escorted out by several guards, looking completely confused. Without even knowing it, he had narrowly escaped death.
A red-haired bimbo who knows nothing and a simple-minded muscle-head—do these two even understand what cutting-edge science is?
Even as HYDRA's chief scientist, he hadn't been able to figure out the patterns of the Mind Stone day and night.
On what grounds did these two shamelessly claim to have found "more suitable" test subjects?
It was pure nonsense.
To save trouble and avoid cleaning up chunks of flesh in batches later, Dr. List, with a cold face, simply waved his hand and sent the siblings, Wanda and Pietro, into the laboratory together.
The heavy blast-proof door slammed shut under the nervous gaze of the siblings, and the experiment began once more.
On the central pedestal, the Mind Stone at the tip of the Scepter, stripped of its disguised shell, was swirling with a soul-stirring glow.
Right in front of the siblings, the screen lit up.
Tony Stark's high-spirited face, accompanied by images of Stark Industries Missiles, filled their vision once again.
Only then did they realize this wasn't some drug trial at all, but it was too late. Without any need for further verbal provocation, the deep-seated blood feud etched into their bones easily dominated their emotions and thoughts.
Wanda and Pietro stared intently at the screen, their breathing quickening and eyes burning with rage. As their emotions surged, the Mind Stone on the pedestal ahead seemed to sense something, and its light began to flicker restlessly.
An invisible wave spread quietly within the enclosed space.
Soon, the rejection reaction of the mortal body arrived as expected.
Emotional energy far exceeding the limits of carbon-based organisms' endurance forced its way into their bodies like a bursting flood.
Their previously angry expressions were distorted by sudden, intense pain, and their bodies began to convulse uncontrollably.
Pietro gritted his teeth hard, the veins on his neck bulging, while Wanda clutched her head in agony. Her originally fair skin flushed a terrifying red, and they both looked like two balloons about to burst.
Based on the experience of the previous dozens of experiments, in less than five seconds, there would be two more puddles of blurred flesh in the laboratory.
Outside the blast-proof glass, List raised his hand expressionlessly.
He seemed ready to call the orderlies to hook up the hoses and wash the floor.
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