Evil God

Pierce gritted his teeth and said, "All right!"

"I'll use Hydra's connections and funds to gather every Super-Soldier Serum in the world. May you break free of your seal soon, Lord Evil God!"

And so, the largest underground purchase of Super-Soldier Serum in history quietly began.

Whether it came from major corporations or homemade batches from tiny workshops—even fraudulent counterfeits—Hydra accepted it all.

Posing as dozens of different organizations, they quietly acquired the goods through multiple channels, then secretly shipped them to their base in Scandinavia.

S.H.I.E.L.D., meanwhile, had mistakenly focused its attention on searching satellite data, networked cameras, and the like, overlooking this massive underground trade.

A month later, several refrigerated alloy medical cases were set before Pierce and the others.

"Lord Evil God, we've collected roughly three hundred different types of serums and drugs."

"We've divided them into three cases according to potency. Which would suit your needs?"

Snakehead said nothing and simply opened one of the cases.

Over the past few days, he had realized that the more he put on airs, the more they feared him. They even seemed to think that was exactly how he ought to behave.

As the alloy case opened, a thin mist of cold air spilled out.

Snakehead took out a vial of serum and, without even looking at it, tipped his head back and drank it.

Pierce hurriedly said, "Lord Evil God, that's meant to be injected."

"Hmm?!"

Snakehead turned toward Pierce, his eyes blood-red.

The serum had taken effect. Veins bulged across Snakehead's body as blood surged through him, leaving even his eyes bloodshot.

The sight gave Pierce quite a fright.

Suddenly granted power beyond his own, Snakehead felt as though his strength was limitless, as though he could punch through the sky itself.

He walked over to the