The spartan program had a very high security clearance, but the electricity consumed by this project alone was equal to the total power usage of New York over the past two years.
Because of this, Max even called Harry during the experiment to ask if there was a problem with the power grid.
In fact, if Harry hadn't brought out over thirty new element reactors to support the load, New York might have suffered a massive blackout.
If converted into money, Harry really couldn't afford to spend that much all at once, but when it came to resources, Osborn was truly wealthy enough to rival a nation—and not just a small one.
In the future, Osborn's profit margins might decrease, but the resources and technology it controlled would only continue to grow.
Since the enhancement technology was a success, it was time for him to find them some targets to practice on.
"Agent Coulson, how is your work going?" Harry contacted Coulson, who was out on duty.
"Are you asking about the reorganization of S.H.I.E.L.D. or about Whitehall?" Coulson asked, maintaining a professional smile.
"Let's take them one by one."
The reorganization of S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents was essentially trouble-free; the matter had Fury's approval, was being executed by a senior Agent like Coulson, and, furthermore, had the endorsement of countries around the World.
These Agents would be screened using virtual reality technology, and then Harry gave them two choices: become an Agent of the hammer, or resign and go home to leave the business entirely.
As of now, more people were choosing to resign and go home, which was normal after everything they had experienced.
To Harry, it didn't matter at all; most of them possessed specific skills and knowledge, and Osborn could easily find suitable positions for them.
The reorganization of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, which Harry was most concerned about, hadn't encountered too many difficulties either; on the contrary, judging by the reports, they seemed quite happy to come to Osborn to conduct research.
This wasn't particularly strange, as they were being reassigned to the research institutes and educational systems under Osborn, which were socialized private organizations, not some shady intelligence agency.
Come to think of it, many of these researchers just wanted access to high technology, and since the highest level of human technology was essentially at S.H.I.E.L.D., that was why they had joined in the first place.
But now, the representative of top-tier technology was Osborn; working for a company under Osborn allowed them to distance themselves from intelligence work while still being able to conduct research—what could be better?
This influx provided a large number of talented individuals, and Harry didn't need them to go out on field missions with his people; he just needed them to focus on research or teaching.
In short, things were progressing very smoothly.
After the report was finished, Harry said, "Good work, Agent, you've done well."
Coulson paused for a moment; back when he was still training and on duty under Fury, Fury would say the same thing to him.
He then continued his report: "Whitehall's last appearance was 10 days ago. They have already withdrawn most of their personnel and technology, and the location of the Base in the North Pole has been confirmed."
Harry had deliberately left them some space to pack up their things, and it looked like they were just about done, which was perfect for rounding them all up in one go.
The HYDRA Base in the North Pole was practically a massive underground bunker. Outside of the main areas of human activity, they had built a fairly complete fortress.
The space station of the Oscorp did not pass over the North Pole, so its coverage did not include that area; to perform an airdrop, they had to rely on the hammer.
If they had wanted to get the hammer and an army to the North Pole in the past, it would have undoubtedly received strong condemnation from the international community, as well as a lack of understanding from the public, and might even have caused panic.
But that was no longer the case.
Harry leaned back in his chair and nodded. "Very good, Agent. Your mission is complete. Go back and take a vacation—I know you have a cellist girlfriend."
Coulson's cellist girlfriend didn't know he was still alive; that was Fury's requirement.
But now, Harry didn't seem to intend to make him keep it a secret—
Then again, the fact that Coulson was alive was already known to the Avengers and had even been used to gain their trust, so what was the point of continuing to hide it?
As for that HYDRA Base, if Harry Osborn wanted to take action against an organization on Earth, no one could stop him.
"I'm starting to like you as a boss—Fury never really gave me any time off. However, I am requesting to join the military operation against the HYDRA Base."
"You're a pretty good employee, volunteering for overtime," Harry smiled. "I approve. The people I'm sending over are your 'old friends,' so don't be too surprised."
The HYDRA Base in the North Pole was located in a desolate ice field.
Here, even the best stealth technology currently available couldn't escape radar detection because the area was too barren; even the slightest anomaly would be glaringly obvious.
Therefore, Harry didn't intend to send just one or two squads to deal with them; it wasn't necessary, and it wasn't cost-effective.
Inside the Base, Whitehall was directing his subordinates to pack up research facilities and data; they were about to continue their flight.
This scene always reminded him of the defeat decades ago, and he wasn't feeling very good about it.
However, looking at it from another perspective, even though they had been defeated decades ago, hadn't they developed and grown?
Thinking about it this way, his mood improved significantly, but the very next moment, his head of security, Bakshi, hurried over to find him.
"Dr. Whitehall, there are many targets appearing on the radar!"
Whitehall fixed his gaze on the device in Bakshi's hand; those weren't just 'many targets,' that was an army!
Fighter jets, attack helicopters, aircraft carriers, Power armor...
"Open fire, try to hold them off as long as possible. The submarine will be ready to launch soon," Whitehall said, his expression unchanged as he issued orders to his subordinates.
It would still take some time to get all the valuable items onto the evacuation submarine.
However, his own escape submarine was already prepared.
Just as Whitehall turned around, ready to leave, a loud boom suddenly came from above the Base!
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
The Base seemed to have been struck by a dozen kinetic projectiles; the exaggerated thunderous noise made the HYDRA members uneasy, and everyone stopped what they were doing.
In the massive Base, only the computers remained running, humming.
Zzzzt—BOOM!
In an instant, green plasma pierced through the concrete and steel outer defenses of the bunker, turning the exterior into a honeycomb!
In just a moment, the plasma railgun had punched through the Base's outer armor!
Watching those Titans easily blast open the sturdy bunker with plasma railguns, Ward, who was wearing gp armor, gulped.
After blasting open the bunker, the Titans slung their weapons onto their backs, manually widened the hole quite a bit, and then waved at them—the former HYDRA members wearing gp armor.
Perhaps some were truly loyal to HYDRA, but those people had been sentenced to death by the international military tribunal.
Many of the people here now were not some 'disciples of the Red Skull,' and besides, right behind them, the dark muzzles of several Legion-class Titans were pointed straight at them.
Taking a look at the command on his display, Ward was the first to move—to be honest, the current situation wasn't any different from when he was under HYDRA's command.
In any case, it was just executing a mission; he just needed to follow orders:
Eliminate the hostile targets in the Base and occupy it.
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