"Why let them go? That doesn't seem like your style."
After all the Hydra agents had fled, Artoria finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked.
In her eyes, evil organizations like this—ones that hid in the shadows, caused destruction, and threatened social order and stability—should be eliminated one by one whenever they were found.
Allen picked up a nine-millimeter pistol from the ground, fiddled with it in his hand before answering with a smile. "Because Hydra is deeply entwined with this world's ruling class. External force alone can't eradicate them completely. Unless we're willing to risk going to war with Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One and deeply infiltrate and control humanity's leadership."
"You mean... they're parasites living within all of humanity?" Artoria raised her brows in surprise.
"That's right! In truth, Hydra represents an ideology rooted in human society. So no matter how many times the organization is destroyed, as long as even one person escapes, it will rapidly rise again from nothing. Cut off one head, and two more grow back. That isn't just a saying." Allen casually stated his view.
Of course, there was an even more important reason he did not mention: he hoped Hydra would cause S.H.I.E.L.D. more trouble, so that annoying Director Egghead would stop setting his sights on him all the time.
"That really does sound troublesome and complicated."
Artoria also picked up an assault rifle, a faint look of helplessness appearing on her face.
Although she was no longer the cold and unfeeling King Arthur she had once been, she still disliked environments filled with scheming and deception.
"Don't worry. I'll handle that personally. You just need to do what you enjoy. Oh, right, I also have the two thousand four hundred and thirty-two US dollars we just got. Take it all and