Who stipulates that Hydra cannot have superheroes?

Some people can multitask, while others are left with only memories.

Adam Smith had developed a bad habit: when pursuing his wife's lover, he always stabbed him in the groin first before starting to slice him up piece by piece.

At the same time, he found his aversion to women growing stronger. The more beautiful a woman was, the more he detested her. Seeing their seductive ways, he felt like giving them a few stabs.

It was the same with ugly men.

Handsome, dashing young men, however, would elicit his favor.

"No!"

Adam Smith tried to restrain himself, constantly reminding himself, "Lord Invincible East is the only pursuit of my life!"

If it were just a character from a movie, Adam Smith wouldn't have taken it seriously, but he had personally seen Invincible East crawl out of the television.

He bestowed divine skills upon him and changed his pathetic life!

This proved that Lord Invincible East truly existed. Although the videotape disappeared afterward, this precisely demonstrated the miraculousness and greatness of Lord Invincible East.

From then on, the powerful and beautiful Invincible East became the goal Adam Smith pursued his entire life.

He had to become even stronger to be worthy of standing by Lord Invincible East's side.

With another swing of his sword, he sent another "water friend" down to continue playing in the water with Mrs. Smith.

The apartment was bathed in a sea of red, the crimson clothes unstained yet appearing exceptionally vibrant.

His figure flickered, and the man in red appeared at the doorway.

Crossbones, who was waiting outside, waved his hand. The Hydra special operations team behind him filed in, beginning to meticulously clean up the scene.

Ever since he came into contact with Hydra, Adam Smith no longer had to worry about post-incident cleanup, enjoying professional services.

Crossbones truly lived up to his reputation as Hydra's model employee. Seeing that his previous recruitment attempt had failed, he fully embodied the spirit of "not waiting, not relying," mobilizing his initiative. He had preemptively dispatched people to wait at the locations where Adam Smith was about to commit his next murders. Every time Adam Smith finished killing, they would enter with professional forensic personnel to clean up.

Crossbones never lingered; he always worked quietly and left once finished.

To be honest, Adam Smith, a stockbroker who worked in sales, quite admired Crossbones' perseverance and sense of propriety.

Although Mrs. Smith had a wide social circle and many "water friends," she couldn't withstand Adam Smith's efficiency. It took him over a week to finish them all off.

That night, Adam Smith stood on the rooftop of the apartment building where the last of the lovers lived, gazing at the bright moon and drinking heartily.

He felt a strange sense of emptiness.

His revenge was complete, the lovers were dead. What should he do in the future?

Constantly practicing martial arts and following in the footsteps of Lord Invincible East would be his ultimate goal.

But he needed something to pass the boring time, didn't he?

After finishing dealing with the bodies in the apartment, Crossbones cautiously approached the rooftop.

This was the last lover according to the information. It was time for him to extend another invitation. Otherwise, if Adam Smith disappeared now, would they really wait for him to contact them proactively later?

"Mr. Smith, Mr. Pierce sincerely invites you to join..."

Suddenly, an explosion echoed from a distance.

Four streams of fiery exhaust appeared in the night sky, two in front and two behind.

Adam Smith, whose internal energy had reached a certain level, had excellent eyesight. He immediately spotted two humanoid machines flying through the night sky.

The one in front was symmetrically slender, painted in gold and red.

The one behind was crude and black, its exhaust streams even thicker than the one in front.

Crossbones immediately picked up his tactical tablet and connected to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s network, seeing the scene unfold.

"Mr. Smith, these two machines are piloted by Tony Stark and Obadiah Stane, respectively. They've come into conflict..."

This was a conclusion anyone with eyes could see.

The two machines continuously bombarded each other in the night sky, with machine guns, missiles, and even energy beams flying back and forth. Sometimes they even engaged in close combat, punching and kicking.

"Interesting..."

Adam Smith suddenly had a bold idea. While contemplating his plan, he spoke to Crossbones, "What do you think if I became a superhero?"

"Huh?" Crossbones was stunned.

"A superhero, just like Captain America!"

The more Adam Smith thought about it, the more excited he became, his eyes shining, his body seeming to tremble. "If I become a superhero, I'm sure many seductive women will flock to me..."

Crossbones remained stunned.

Forgive his dullness, but this time he truly couldn't keep up with Adam Smith's wild imagination.

However, he understood what the other party meant.

"You want to become a superhero?"

"Can't I?"

Adam Smith turned around, a playful smile on his face. "Didn't you say you could handle the public opinion for me? Then I wouldn't be a murderer anymore. Why can't I become a superhero?"

"Uh..."

Crossbones quickly took out his communicator and dialed his superior.

"Please wait a moment, I need to get instructions."

Alexander Pierce, upon receiving the news, was also taken aback. However, being a high-ranking official, he immediately grasped the benefits this move could bring.

That's right, who said Hydra couldn't have superheroes?

As long as Hydra kept creating new superheroes, it wouldn't be long before they became a legitimate organization!

Ordinary people are forgetful. World War II was a long time ago, and the number of old people who remembered what Hydra had done was dwindling.

Young people were accustomed to questioning authority and resisting propaganda. Even if history books stated Hydra was an evil organization, as long as the current generation believed Hydra was righteous, then Hydra would represent justice!

If Hydra represented justice, then Captain America, who had defeated Hydra back then, would become the embodiment of evil.

Alexander Pierce became more excited the more he thought about it, so much so that he couldn't stop bouncing around his villa.

This would be a crucial step in Hydra's whitewashing.

"Good, excellent!"

"Mr. Smith, you can proceed with confidence. We will fully support you in becoming a superhero, replacing Rogers, and becoming the new spiritual symbol of America!"

"Hahahaha..."

Adam Smith couldn't empathize with Alexander Pierce. His goal in becoming a superhero was different from the future the latter envisioned.

However, their paths led to the same destination.

As long as Hydra was willing to support him and help manage public opinion, that would be enough!

The things Adam planned to do in the future would require public support.

"Very well, help me analyze who among those two will win."

Adam Smith pointed at the two machines in the night sky, a smile on his lips. "Superheroes should naturally stand on the winning side."

In the meantime, Crossbones had found more detailed intelligence from the S.H.I.E.L.D. database.

"The gold and red machine is piloted by Tony Stark. This kind of external full-body armor has never appeared before. It's highly likely that this is a new weapon developed by the genius inventor, Tony Stark..."

Crossbones spoke rapidly, stating his conclusion: "I believe his chances of winning are higher."

"I think so too. That big guy is just too ugly; you can tell he's going to lose."

Adam Smith fastened the gourd at his waist, his figure flickered, turning into a red blur. He stepped onto the tall buildings and rushed towards the battlefield.

This would be his debut as a superhero.