All He Knows Is Digging Holes

"Steve, what are you waiting for? Your comrades have bought you so much time. Hurry up and attack. Don't let them sacrifice themselves in vain."

Feeling the surging Photon Energy within Steve's body, Russell chuckled inwardly. The three Astounds were trying to overwhelm him with their power, but they didn't know that he was backed by the Dark Dimension, with inexhaustible energy. Trying to overwhelm him with even stronger energy was simply courting death.

Steve looked at Russell's two teammates and sighed deeply, "I lost. Let them go. I'll go back to Svartalfheim with you and do whatever you want with them."

"Let's hear your slogans."

Steve rolled his eyes, unable to understand why Russell was so fixated on slogans, and immediately shouted, "Hail Hydra!"

If there is one, there will be two; if there are two, there will be three; rounding up will result in approximately infinity.

To be honest, Steve no longer feels anything when he shouts this slogan; it's just like eating and drinking—it's become a habit, integrated into his life.

It wasn't that he had fallen into depravity, but rather that Russell had recorded his slogans and played them three times every hour on the loudspeakers at the Svartalfheim base. Anyone who listened to that for ten or twenty years would have long since lost all sense of shame.

That's pointless!

Russell curled his lip. What he wanted wasn't the slogan; anyone could shout a slogan. What he wanted was the expression, the change in Steve's expression of grief and indignation when he shouted the slogan.

But no!

"Is that enough? If not, I can shout it a hundred more times."

"You need to wear facial expressions on these 100 times. Do you remember the psychological changes you experienced when you first shouted this slogan?"

Russell said seriously, "That feeling of frustration and depression, the anger of having to bow down because of circumstances, the inability to fight against the tragic reality, the saying of things against one's conscience, and the resulting self-loathing... Immerse yourself in this emotion a hundred times."

Steve: "..."

Where did you come from, director?

Russell waved the two surprises in his hands. "Hurry up, I'm busy, I'm in a rush to get back for dinner!"

Steve sighed, adopting the same sentiment Russell had expressed, licked his lips, and his face flushed red. "Long Hail Hydra!"

Are you constipated?

"..."

"Even if you're acting, your acting is way too exaggerated! Please, can you put some effort into it? You've made such a serious matter sound like you're going to the toilet in the morning—it's disgusting."

After Russell finished rambling on, he said disdainfully, "If you were an actor, apart from the kind that involves showing off muscles, everything you film would flop."

Steve opened his mouth, but ultimately gave up, saying, "I don't feel anything. I'm used to it!"

"What? Our superheroes have fallen?"

"..."

Steve was rendered speechless; he had never won a verbal battle against Russell.

It's not that I'm afraid to talk back to my superiors, it's that I don't have the power to do so!

There was already an insurmountable gap between him and Russell, and now that Russell has returned from his PhD at Deadpool University, his chances are even slimmer.

"Since you can't say it, then let's keep fighting until I'm in a good mood..."

Russell paused for a moment, then brandished two amazing weapons in his hands. "Let me proudly introduce my newly acquired weapons. The one in my left hand is called Mar- Will. With a single strike, it can move mountains, sever rivers, overturn seas, Demon Subduing, suppress monsters... pluck stars, and cleave the heavens!"

"The one on the right, Carol Danvers, is even more formidable. Its iron head is invincible and indestructible, commanding the world with absolute obedience. If swung in a wide arc, it can shatter mountains and rivers and extinguish the sun and moon. If swung three or five times, it can easily destroy earth, water, fire, and wind."

"With two supreme treasures in hand, are you afraid?"

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Due to cultural differences, Steve had no idea what Russell was talking about.

However, he understood Russell's subtext: if he dared to fight back in the upcoming battle, Russell would dare to pick up both of them and fight him.

He couldn't refuse to fight back, because that would displease Russell; nor could he retaliate, because that would also displease Russell.

Steve seemed to understand something, sighed, and charged forward with a loud shout.

Russell's eyes flashed, and he gently tossed his right-hand weapon Danvers, into the air. Then, he grabbed her ankle and swung it around to strike Steve.

Bang!

Their foreheads collided in mid-air, and Steve spun around ten times, like a staggering drunkard, before falling headfirst from the sky, only to fly back up a moment later.

Bang!

With another sharp crack, Steve, after falling, persistently flew back up.

"Wow, this can take a whole day?"

Russell was amazed and murmured, "Indeed, only Captain Marvel can fight Captain Marvel. These two are incredibly stubborn, they're truly freakish."

Mar- Will, whose left hand had regained some of its senses, blinked in confusion and weakly said, "You're even more freakish than them!"

Mar- Will's words showed that his intelligence work was inadequate. Unsurprisingly, when Steve took off again, Russell put down his right-hand weapon and used Mar- Will's left-hand weapon to swing at him.

Bang!

This time, Steve never got up again, and Russell's two-handed weapons fell completely silent.

Based on his years of experience swinging a hammer, this situation usually indicates that the spirit of the artifact is damaged, and it will be fine after being thrown into the magma to nurture it for a period of time.

Russell landed with the two astonished creatures, casually tossing them to the ground. A circular portal opened nearby, and Natasha and the others emerged.

Previously, they had watched the battle from a distance, intimidated by Russell and the three Amazings' destructive power, and only dared to appear after the battle was over.

"Boss, what should we do with them?" Natasha asked, carrying a metal box containing the Tesseract.

"It's not safe for the Kree to stay on Earth. We should bring them back to Svartalfheim to clear the land. I've always wanted to dig a big pit next to the base," Russell said.

"Boss, why are you digging this hole? Are you expanding the base?" Yelena asked, puzzled.

Russell snorted coldly, "The purpose of digging the pit is to have a pit to fill. The first three years are for digging the pit, and the next three years are for filling it. Three cycles per group, and after completing ten groups, their sentences will be over."

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this. If ten groups were to complete this task, it would take 180 years. They feared that by then, all they would know was how to dig holes.

Beep beep beep!

Just then, Bucky's communicator rang. After answering, his expression changed slightly, and he reported to Russell, "Sir, a communication has come from the Mars Base. A Kree Empire interstellar warship has entered the solar system. The flagship is the 'Dark Aster,' the flagship of Ronan, the leader of the Kree Empire's Accuser Corps."

Russell frowned. "How many starships are there? Is it a large fleet?"

"No, there are only four interstellar warships in total," the Mars Base inquired, asking if they should be intercepted immediately.

"No need, just put it here."

Russell remembered this was a scene from a movie, where Ronan the Accuser came for the light-speed engine. This time... it's all the same, the target is the Tesseract.

"As long as it's not a large-scale military operation by the Kree Empire, Earth is not in danger for the time being..." Russell was speaking when suddenly someone grabbed his trouser leg. Looking down, he saw Mar- Will and immediately mocked, "What's wrong, great hero of the Kree Empire? Want to negotiate with me?"

Mar- Will was badly beaten, his face bruised and swollen, and he could barely speak, "No, I didn't pass on any information about the Tesseract, I had no intention of bringing war to this planet, I just wanted to help..."

Russell kicked away Mar- Will's hand and said coldly, "Just because you don't have it doesn't mean others don't. What's there to explain about a fool who's being used without even realizing it? The war started because of you; you are the enemy of this planet."

Upon hearing this, Mar- Will's face flickered between light and dark. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed unconscious. He appeared to have suffered a significant shock and couldn't catch his breath.

"Being a hero isn't that easy. You might have the will but not the ability, and in the end, you'll only turn a good thing into a bad one," Russell said dismissively, not caring whether Mar- Will could hear him or not.

Bucky pointed at Mar- Will and said, "Sir, are we handing him over?"

"Handing them over is useless. I might as well keep them and train them. Hydra is still missing a few high-level thugs. I love these hot-blooded fools the most because they are too upright and feel guilty about their mistakes. Unlike you guys, you're all shameless and just slack off in front of me all day long, not putting in any effort."

"..."

Natasha and the others either looked down at the ants or turned their heads to look at the horizon, pretending they hadn't heard anything.

"A bunch of useless trash. Protecting the Earth still depends on us Hydra, no, it still depends on me."

As Russell spoke, he had Natasha open the metal box, crushed the Tesseract, took out the Space Stone, and attached it to the Infinity Gauntlet. He took a deep breath and whispered, "Ronan's real target is the Space Stone. He's really bold. The Space Stone belongs to Odin. Even I don't want to mess with that old man."

In deep space, a colossal Dark Aster, escorted by three frigates, enters near-Earth orbit.

"Planet C-53, such a backward and primitive planet, actually hides the Tesseract. It's really unexpected." Ronan's second-in-command said with delight, "Mar- Will has done us a great favor. I personally suggest that the Accuser Corps should award him a medal to commend his outstanding contribution."

Ronan, his face cold, glared at his talkative deputy. "Planet C-53 doesn't have Tesseract, nor does it have any Mar- Will, understand?"

"Yes, sir!" The deputy bowed his head deeply.

The attempt to acquire the Tesseract was not authorized by the Supreme Intelligence; it was purely Ronan's personal act. To prevent the Empire from discovering it, he only brought three escort ships besides Dark Aster.

As for why the information about the Tesseract wasn't reported to the Supreme Intelligence, it's because... there's something called politics.

"Sir, should we land directly?"

"No need. I don't want to land on a boring planet, deploy ballistic Negasonic Teenage Warhead, and bombard the area where Mar- Will is, forcing him to hand over the Tesseract. He's so kind; he definitely doesn't want to see war," Ronan coldly ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

The adjutant had no objection. Earth was numbered C-53 in the Kree Empire's records. It was a planet with extremely poor technology, unknown to the Cosmic Civilization Alliance. Even if they destroyed Earth, they would not be held responsible to any organization.

"For a backward civilization to possess the Tesseract is its greatest sin..."