"Good afternoon, my dear old friend. Seeing that you're still alive is truly a delightful thing. So, S.H.I.E.L.D. hasn't come looking for you lately, has it?"
While waiting for Coulson to arrive, Daniel Whitehall placed a call to another Hydra Executive.
After all, although they each had their own spheres of influence, they were a hundred times better at working together than the various intelligence agencies in the United States.
There were occasional backstabbings and kicks when someone was down, but those only happened after the other party had failed.
Especially whenever one of the "Heads of the Serpent" made a major move, the others would cooperate and share their resources.
"Come looking for me? I'm a former member of the International Security Council, backed by half of Europe's conservative forces and capital groups worth hundreds of billions of euros. Coulson wouldn't dare do anything to me even if he had ten times the guts. Don't forget, I am Gideon Malick. It was my family that founded Hydra."
On the screen, the old man with his hair meticulously combed raised his glass and elegantly took a small sip of dark red wine.
His movements, speech, and bearing were steeped in the arrogance of Europe's upper nobility from the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.
Clearly, this was the man who appeared in the third season of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and went to every possible length to bring the Inhuman Hive back to Earth.
"Heh, you're as proud and confident as ever."
Hearing those rather boastful words, Daniel Whitehall could not help revealing an amused smile.
Ranking seniority within Hydra and flaunting one's family and ancestors?
What a joke!
Ever since Red Skull became its supreme leader, Hydra had always been an organization where strength reigned supreme.
No matter who it was, as