With Hela's overwhelming combat power, they subdued more than forty aliens dressed in garish colors, like scavengers.
Unlike Daisy, who could memorize and master a language after hearing it once, Baldy relied on his original Big Head to painstakingly learn alien languages.
It wasn't that he had made no progress, but it was truly minimal. The forty-odd scavengers didn't even speak the same language, which caused him enormous trouble. Many of those languages had nothing in common at all; learning them was like trying to match a donkey's lips to a horse's mouth.
Relying on stubborn perseverance and his high IQ, Baldy could now barely manage some everyday phrases, but anything more complicated was beyond him.
"Long live Hydra?" Hela had subdued another group of new underlings today. Baldy desperately wanted to return to Director Daisy's command. He vaguely knew that Daisy had considerable influence in the universe, but unfortunately, he had no idea where exactly she was.
He could only treat it like a coded greeting, shouting "Long live Hydra" whenever he encountered an unfamiliar face. Naturally, the aliens were left utterly baffled by his password, delivered in a Bavarian accent.
"Damn it!" He viciously smashed the communicator he had seized from a prisoner to pieces. The device itself wasn't difficult to operate—even someone with an elementary school education could use it—but Baldy didn't know whom to contact.
Director Daisy's reputation had not reached the point where everyone knew her name. Baldy didn't know her communication code, nor did he know anything about the Shi'ar or the Kree. In truth, they were only a few communication digits apart, yet they simply couldn't get in touch.
"You still haven't found a way back? You useless trash!" Hela had taken over the lair of this group of scavenger aliens. Judging by