White Skull's tone carried a hint of provocation. "Do you still dare say Hydra's agents are all incompetent fools? Their intelligence is extremely accurate, and their operatives are elite! They can move through layers of security as if no one were there. That is no coincidence."
Obadiah fell silent. He did not know how to respond. He realized that many things he had always believed in had been overturned at this moment.
He began to doubt whether the history he knew was merely the tip of the iceberg, and whether the truths hidden in the shadows were even more shocking.
"Mr. Obadiah, next, in order to increase your value, we will subject you to Demon Warrior modification."
White Skull continued.
"Me?"
Obadiah's eyes widened. His first reaction was delight, and his second was suspicion. After all, he had once been an outstanding businessman and capitalist. He had never believed that free hamburgers fell from the sky.
"Demon Warrior modification requires willpower. If you cannot endure it, you will become like them—completely lose yourself and turn into a puppet that obeys orders. But if you endure it, you can become a true Demon Warrior."
White Skull said.
Obadiah looked at the white hockey mask man.
The two men had remained silent ever since they appeared, as though they had lost their souls.
Their breathing frequency was extremely low, almost imperceptible. They looked like lifeless walking corpses.
"They are failed products of the Demon Warrior Program. If they had succeeded, they would have undergone a second modification, receiving bulletproof subdermal tissue. Even small-caliber rifle bullets would be unable to break through their defenses and could only injure the skin. With a Demon Warrior's immortal Regeneration ability, a mere skin wound would heal in the blink of an eye."
White Skull continued.
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