Inside a secret base stood a man wearing a monocle over his right eye.
This man was Baron Strucker, a member of Hydra.
His gaze wandered. He clearly was not looking at anything, merely staring into space.
Yet the greed and confidence that occasionally flashed in his eyes showed that he was evidently thinking up some evil plan.
"My lord, the twins' physiological parameters have stabilized."
Just then, a man dressed in black walked in, knelt on one knee before him, and delivered his report.
"Oh?" Baron Strucker glanced sideways at him. "Have they developed any superpowers?"
"No. Their physiological parameters exceed those of ordinary humans somewhat, but only to a limited extent."
"I see..." Baron Strucker was not disappointed. Instead, his eyes flashed as he said, "Suspend the second experiment for now. Make sure Loki's Scepter can be taken away for use at any time."
"Yes, sir!"
After answering, the man prepared to pass on his boss's orders.
But Baron Strucker stopped him. "Wait!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Have any of our people found that blind box shop?"
"Not yet. Our people can't search too openly, and the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. haven't found it yet either."
This time, Baron Strucker was a little disappointed.
"Very well. Step up the search a little. If anyone finds it, notify me immediately!"
"Yes, sir!"
After his subordinate left, Baron Strucker looked ahead, his gaze seemingly fixed on the glorious future that belonged to him.
He slowly clenched his fist, murmuring to himself:
"Whether you're a god or something else, all I have to do is make you one of Hydra's people. When that time comes, this world will grovel at Hydra's feet, grovel at... my feet!"
Inside the blind box shop, Nick Fury felt that his underclothes were completely soaked with sweat, clinging