All He Knows Is Digging Holes

"Steve, what are you still hesitating for? Your companions bought you so much time. Hurry up and attack. Don't let them die in vain."

Feeling the surging Photon Energy within Steve, Russell secretly laughed. The three Captains Marvel had tried to overwhelm him with sheer force, not knowing that he had the Dark Dimension at his back, with inexhaustible energy at his disposal. Trying to crush him with even greater power was nothing but courting death.

Steve looked at the two teammates in Russell's hands and let out a deep sigh. "I lost. Let them go. I'll return to Svartalfheim with you and let you deal with me as you please."

"Shout the slogan for me."

Steve rolled his eyes. Unable to understand why Russell was so obsessed with the slogan, he immediately shouted, "Hail Hydra!"

Once there was a first time, there would be a second, then a third. Rounded off, that was basically infinity.

To be honest, Steve felt nothing when he shouted that slogan now. It was like eating and drinking, woven into his life until it became a habit.

It was not that he had fallen. Russell had recorded his slogan and played it three times every hour over the loudspeakers at the Svartalfheim base. Anyone who listened to that for ten or twenty years would have thrown their sense of shame to the dogs.

Boring!

Russell curled his lip. What he wanted was not the slogan itself. Anyone could shout a slogan. What he wanted was Steve's expression—the grief and indignation on his face when he shouted it.

But there was none!

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

"Those hundred times need facial expressions. Do you remember how you felt the first time you shouted that slogan?"

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