Stepping out of the enhancement pod, Harry felt his current condition.
The improved Green Goblin formula he used already encompassed the effects of various genetic modification traits and was much stronger, so the changes felt minimal this time.
After all, the greatest advantage of gene-cutting technology is that it can be applied to everyone without discrimination.
After putting on his clothes, Harry received a report from Frank.
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It is normal for Frank to feel somewhat uncomfortable with the armor; that armor was not designed for superhumans, but since he hadn't designed suitable combat armor for them yet, they would have to make do.
It was a matter of course that the Spartan Warriors would crush those Riflemen, but Harry wanted to see their combat capabilities with his own eyes.
Originally, Harry wanted to stuff a few superpowered individuals from the Fridge prison into that squad, but their performance in front of these swarms of Riflemen was really not good, so Harry didn't let them test the combat power of the Spartan Warriors.
For example, a man named Francis Noche possessed strength beyond that of an ordinary person. The S.H.I.E.L.D. files were not very clear, and Harry had thought he was quite powerful, but in the end, two unarmed Riflemen could beat him to a pulp.
There was also a man who could transform himself into the material of items he touched; if he touched stone, he would turn into a stone man, and if he touched iron, he would turn into an iron man. But no matter how he transformed, his hardness was limited by the material he could touch, and his maximum strength was only at the level of Captain America.
A round of Gauss rifle fire could blast him into pieces.
There was also a guy named Daniels who could absorb the energy of conventional weapons, which meant that the energy from kinetic weapons, laser weapons, or plasma weapons could all be absorbed by him and converted into some kind of dark energy to be released.
This was indeed a very powerful ability, but it had an upper limit.
S.H.I.E.L.D. used a super-strong lighting device to capture him, and Harry, Harry had too many methods he could use.
If one plasma cannon shot couldn't overload him, he would use two; if two didn't work, he would use three. He could always hit him until he overloaded and died—besides, Harry knew that the Gamma Ray lamp invented by Dr. Banner worked very well on him, almost enough to make him collapse instantly.
In short, these two guys had very special abilities, but for Harry, the threat was not great; rather, they would be very useful in some scientific research.
The North Pole HYDRA Base was a battlefield, and it was basically over here. He had also sent a team to help Norman's new ally handle some trifles.
"Curtis, how is the situation over there?"
"Just landed."
Curtis had just jumped off the transport plane and completed the airborne drop, landing on a floating Base over Siberia.
This was the Base of the Red Room—thanks to the hard work of Black Widow Natasha and Red Guardian Alexei, Russia had already learned the location of the floating Base.
Taking out a remote control, Curtis moved a little further away and then pressed the detonation button.
Boom!
A large hole was blown in the top of the control room, and the whole Base heard the loud noise.
Curtis made a gesture to the Spartan Warriors in the team and jumped straight down from the ten-meter-high opening!
Curtis landed straight in the center of the control room, his weight of over two hundred kilograms smashing a crater at the landing point.
A white-haired old man in a suit and glasses was about to leave, but he was a little too slow.
This person was the boss of the Red Room, Dreykov, and his expression was as ugly as if he had eaten something unclean.
Curtis walked forward and used a holographic projection tactical device to show Dreykov some documents.
"Hello, Mr. Dreykov. These are the arrest warrants, authorization letters, and some agreements from the Russia side. On behalf of them and Hammer, I declare you are under arrest."
Bang!
The two of them were stunned for a moment as the office door was kicked open.
Seeing the situation in front of her, the person who kicked the door open was also stunned; it was Black Widow Natasha.
She had accepted the deployment from the Russia side and, with the help of her foster mother Melina, had successfully infiltrated the place.
She had previously indicated to Russia that she wanted to handle this mission alone and did not need support.
On one hand, she had a lot of scores to settle with the Red Room; on the other hand, there were many Widows like her in the Red Room, including her sister. She wanted to complete the mission herself and then rescue those Widows herself.
In other words, she did not trust Russia.
It was just obvious that Russia didn't trust her either.
Seeing this, Curtis threw a strange device to Black Widow. It had a bottle of red reagent inserted into it. This was an improved Gana-li device, which could disperse the Agent in a small area while ensuring the effectiveness of the drug.
"This thing can soothe your fellow Widows. We will sink this floating Base immediately. I'll handle this side; you go rescue those Widows and help them evacuate."
Dreykov wanted to say something, but he was slapped by Curtis, spinning half a circle before falling to the ground.
Natasha hesitated after catching the device; she seemed to want to chat with this Dreykov for a few words.
"This is an order—are you Agents always so indecisive when executing orders?" Curtis mocked.
"Sharp tongue. I hope you can settle my share with him as well." After saying this, Natasha left.
Dreykov only then crawled up from the floor tremblingly.
If it had been Black Widow Natasha who came, he would have been full of confidence, but since it was someone from Hammer? He felt he could only wait for death.
But no matter what, he still had to struggle.
A guy wearing a strange combat suit walked in, wearing a skull-like mask, walking like a robot.
Taskmaster—a guy who could analyze anyone's combat pattern and learn from it. In this version, he was Dreykov's daughter, a biological weapon.
Curtis thought silently: One mission target has appeared.
Just as he was about to make a move, Dreykov suddenly shouted: "Wait, wait! I will give you her and all my technology. All I want is for you to spare me!"
These words stunned Harry on the other end of the phone.
Come to think of it, there were 7 Spartan Warriors in that small room now, Hammer's fighter jets and transport ships were outside the floating Base, and the hammer was cruising at an altitude of several hundred kilometers.
Never mind one Taskmaster, even 70 Taskmasters would be crushed.
But this was the first time someone had begged Harry for mercy. This feeling was quite novel.
However, these things were already practically his, so why make a deal with him?
Curtis made a gesture to the team—the boss doesn't make such deals.
Dreykov was a bit desperate, but he still had one last bargaining chip:
"Stop! Stop!" Dreykov ignored the pitch-black muzzle and ran to the desk, pressing a red button.
The screen displayed a World map, with red dots spread across the globe; every single dot was a Widow.
"These, these are my Widows! With one word from me, the oil and stock markets will collapse. With one command, a quarter of the people on Earth will starve!"
"My Widows can start wars, and they can end wars—"
Seeing this, Curtis and the others stopped, and Dreykov laughed when he saw this scene.
"My Widows create kings, and they can also destroy kings—Harry Osborn, you should know that after the last Saint Petersburg incident exposed me, many countries have fallen into war."
"But that is not all my Widow network can do. You know, I am not lying to you."
Dreykov laughed twistedly.
However, the next moment, his smile gradually disappeared because Curtis walked straight towards him.
Dreykov was stunned, he panicked; this was the situation he feared the most!
As Curtis approached step by step, Dreykov's heart grew colder and colder.
Curtis stood in front of Dreykov, pointing his dark muzzle at him. The scene was as if to say: Press it? Do I still need to teach you how to do it?
It had quite the feeling of a rescue worker telling a terrorist to hurry up and kill the hostage so they could finish the job.
Dreykov was disheartened and used his last bit of strength to press the button on the desk.
With one command, kingdoms collapsed and kings died. This button was his most satisfying thing, just like an emperor's golden scepter. He never thought he would press the button under these circumstances.
Seeing this, Curtis put away his gun. Mission accomplished.
"That's right. I thought I'd have to teach him how to do it." Harry shook his head and took a sip of tea.
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