Superman

The hour hand moved back to one day ago.

"You want to find the secret fortress of the Red Skull!?"

The Baron Zemo of this universe looked at the person in front of him with a strange look.

Looking from the bottom up, it was a pair of military boots.

Dark leather trousers wrap the slender thighs with vigor and strength, and outline the perfect line.

A belt tightened the slender waist, making the original hot figure even more exaggerated.

Pistols, grenades, daggers... all kinds of strange weapons hang on it.

Continue to move your eyes, you can see the full headlights ready to come out.

There is no doubt that this is a beauty who can make men's hormones boil-if Baron Zemo hadn't seen that face!

The skin seemed to be completely peeled off, leaving only the crimson flesh and bones, which looked terrible and abnormal.

Not to mention sexual interest, even if ordinary people take a second look, they will be frightened to their legs and scream loudly.

Wei is really terrifying, terrible!

Such a maverick and terrifying appearance reminds people of a villain who was active during World War II.

Red Skull!

The rival of Captain America!

One of the leaders of Hydra!

"Yes, I can feel the gaze of fate, and there is a force calling me and guiding me!"

The woman with a scarlet head said confidently.

Her name is "Cynthia Schmidt", the daughter of Red Skull.

"Your father has been dead for so long, can you still give you a hint in your dream to let you recover the great cause of Hydra and continue to fight with Captain America?"

Baron Zemo sneered, with a bit of irony.

Red Skull is one of the leaders of Hydra, but his daughter is not.

It is not enough to lead Hydra.

"Of course not. My father, he never really cared about his daughter."

Cynthia shook her head and sneered.

"He always wanted a son, a blond, blue-eyed, tall and strong Aryan, to inherit all his inheritance."

"Baron, you probably don't know. When I was born, my father's first thought was—Kill me!"

"He didn't hesitate, he planned to kill the baby in the swaddle."

"Later, it was his deputy, a woman named Susan who stopped this ruthless great leader."

There was no emotion in Cynthia's eyes, neither hate nor tenderness.

"Susan raised me up. The education I have received since childhood is that the weak are not worthy of the qualifications for survival, and must become stronger, stronger than anyone!"

"My father died. He was defeated by Captain America. Hydra lost the leader. In order to gain power, I did not hesitate to make myself like my father."

Baron Zemo felt a chill in his heart, putting away his contempt.

A woman can abandon even the beauty she cares about most, and there is nothing she can do.

"But you also lost. Your'Sister of Sin' was wiped out by the Avengers, and it was hard to get her life back."

Baron Zemo put his arms around his chest, and he was still the biggest villain in this universe, and he jumped out from time to time to find something to do for the Avengers.

"My father was right. Strong people are qualified to live. He is too weak to lose to Captain America."

Cynthia grinned, and there was a feverish look in her eyes.

"But he made me, a stronger and more perfect than him-'Red Skull'!"

Baron Zemo's throat rolled twice, and he saw a familiar shadow on Cynthia.

"do you have any plans?"

After a moment of silence, he took the initiative to ask.

Hydra's current situation is not good.

During World War II, Captain America defeated the Red Skull and also disintegrated part of the organization.

After a long period of cultivation, Baron Zemo and his party regained their vitality.

Unexpectedly, the Avengers were quietly established, and those superheroes drove themselves into the dark ditch again.

Hydra urgently needs a new leader, a new force!

If Cynthia showed enough ability, then Baron Zemo wouldn't mind voting for her.

"I learned of a past that was buried in the past, an unknown secret."

Cynthia said meaningfully.

"Baron, I need your help."

"My father is like a mouse digging holes everywhere, with his strongholds all over the world."

"And what I want to find is a book of skulls and crossbones with Atlanstian skins! It is stored in an underground fortress in Egypt!"

Baron Zemo thought for a long time, and he had a map of the Red Skull in his hand.

There are many hidden strongholds built secretly during World War II, some of which have long been abandoned and some are still in operation.

And what Cynthia said, the underground fortress in Egypt, Baron Zemo happened to know.

"I hope you won't let me down, Lady Red Skull."

Baron Zemo put down his hands and said.

...

...

A few hours later, a fighter plane landed in the Egyptian desert.

Baron Zemo found the specific location, opened the underground fortress, and an unpleasant smell of decay and staleness hit his face.

"Organizations, valves, air circulation systems, all of these can operate normally."

Cynthia walked behind and watched Baron Zemo open stone gates.

"It's a miracle that it has not been dug up by tomb robbers so far!"

Egypt has a large number of pyramid tombs, and it has always been the favorite place for tomb-robbers.

"It's not that there are none, but they are all dead."

Baron Zemo kicked off a bone under his feet and entered the interior of the underground fortress.

I saw tattered *** hanging all over the wall, which was the symbol of the Third Reich.

On the most central step, there is a sarcophagus.

On it is enshrined a book with a blue cover and dusted with dust.

This is what Cynthia is looking for!

"This is human skin?"

Baron Zemo was also the first time he came back to this underground fortress. The Red Skull built a large number of secret strongholds during his lifetime, and he could not verify each one.

"Bingo! Made of human skin from Atlantis, it is part of the ritual so that the spell inside can take effect."

Cynthia blew away the dust, picked up the book, and turned to the middle page.

"What's written in it?"

Baron Zemo asked curiously.

"The power to rule the world!"

Cynthia laughed aloud.

The pages she opened were densely packed with strange and obscure text.

...

...

Then set the hour hand back to February 1942, Germany at that time.

"Why haven't we done it yet? Is it because we don't have enough sacrifices?"

The cold-faced Red Skull asked with his hands behind his back.

Clouds enveloped the sky, and a few thunder lights flashed.

Then there was a dull sound, and the pouring rain poured down.

On the lawn of this manor, blood is used to outline complex lines on the ground. It comes from the Atlanteans tied to the cross.

Several people dressed in long robes with their faces hidden under their hoods, like priests, kept chanting mantras, raising their hands, as if praying for something to heaven.

"Alright, soon, Mr. Schmidt."

The priest replied.

"It took me several months to slaughter an entire tribe of Gypsies for this long extinct and unknown language, and then risked angering the Sea King and took a team of Atlantis. Sri Lankan."

The Red Skull's voice revealed serious impatience.

"The reason why I do this is only because the Thule Association said that I can get the power to rule the world from it!"

"Now, please tell me, where is that unbelievably powerful force that is as powerful as a god?"

The hooded priests clearly felt the cold killing intent, and their faces were completely scared.

They are all members of the Thule Association, which is considered the predecessor of Nazi.

As early as 1918, it was founded by Rudolf von Cybertendorf.

At that time, Hans-Horbig’s "Universal Ice Theory" was very popular-the origin of the universe came from the collision, explosion, and recombination of many "ice stars".

Correspondingly, the earliest biological species born on earth were "Atlantis" and "ugly humanoid creatures."

This novel and avant-garde view is most popular among young people in European countries, especially the aristocratic youth with higher education.

Later, Rudolf von Cybertendorf, who founded the Thule Society, combined this theory with the theory of racial superiority and came to the conclusion that “Aryans are descendants of Atlanteans and are born with extraordinary blood, while Germanic People are the descendants of Aryans.”

The reason why the Thule Association is the predecessor of Nazi is that many high-levels of the Third Reich have participated, and even the *** comes from the flag of this association, representing the victory and belief of the Aryans. .

The Mustache head himself was a firm supporter of Rudolf von Cybertendorf’s views, so that he did not equip soldiers with adequate cold-proof equipment in the 1941 German-Soviet war.

Because he believes as a descendant of Aryans from the extreme cold.

German soldiers must have inherited the abilities of the "Frost Giant" and can resist the severe cold.

As a result, in the Battle of Moscow alone, the German army froze to death of 170,000 people.

Of course, this is a rumor that has been circulated and cannot be verified. It is impossible to distinguish between true and false.

But the mustache head is really obsessed with various supernatural powers, and even believes in the real existence of werewolves and vampires.

"It's coming! That power, it will fall from the sky!"

In the two battles, the hooded priest who was almost about to kneel down, saw the dazzling electric light galloping by among the haze clouds, and said in ecstasy.

As soon as he heard this person's voice, there was a thunder as thick as a snake, tearing the night sky straight and falling down.

"It didn't fall in front of me, but flew elsewhere."

The Red Skull said coldly.

"Tell me the position, priest."

The lightning flashed along the low altitude just now, and the Hydra leader did indeed feel an indescribable terrifying force.

Otherwise, he would definitely regard the hooded priest in front of him as a liar and hang all of them.

"Antarctica! It fell in the land of glaciers!"

The priest held the magic book made of bloody human skin and said loudly.

...

...

A month later, the Red Skull finally found the place where the thunder fell after a long journey.

A large hole suddenly opened on the hard snow-covered ice, and the heat of friction melted the shell and condensed into frost.

The Red Skull stood on a high place, looking down.

A few seconds later, he said angrily and disappointedly: "I thought the so-called'power to rule the world' would be an army, or a... God, but it is—"

"A hammer! A broken hammer that cannot be pulled out or used!"

The Red Skull slammed a hooded priest's neck and roared: "Tell me, what should Hydra do with it? Smash Captain America's head?"

"Mr. Schmidt, it is extraordinary! My soul can feel that the terrifying power it contains is enough to sweep the world!"

The priest tried hard to defend, and said quickly: "We just need time to understand it and control it."

"Well."

After taking a few deep breaths, the Red Skull quickly recovered his calm.

He glanced again at the hammer that he couldn't even pull up, and then he drove away.

"Until the problem is solved, no one from the Thule Society is allowed to leave this glacier until someone can pick it up!"

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...

Time goes back to now.

Antarctica.

"This is the Thule Association of Adolf Hitler, the last habitat of the gang of magic sticks."

The daughter of the Red Skull, Cynthia walked into this glacier after seventy years.

She took Baron Zemo and violently opened the gate of the fortress.

There was no one inside, only a corrupted bone.

A long time has destroyed everything, together with the ambitions of the Third Reich and the great plan of Hydra, all were buried, not to mention the people of the Thule Society.

boom!

The bomb blasted open the metal gate of the guard room.

"My father ordered the Thule Society to stay here to study the warhammer that fell from the sky with the thunder."

"No one has ever been able to pick it up. Red Skull tried it, but it didn't work."

"It is said that even the head of state himself came once, and the mustache tried to pry the ice layer and dig it away, but failed.

Cynthia walked into the guard room slowly, a frosty white air filled.

In the intense coldness, she saw the frozen warhammer.

It is so perfect!

It is so powerful!

"Then why do you believe that you can own this hammer?"

Baron Zemo, who was wearing a cold-proof suit, asked doubtfully.

Red Skull failed. Could his daughter be able to do it?

"Because I have seen it in my dream, a big snake surrounds this warhammer, it says I will be the queen of this world, and will kill Captain America with this hammer, and then—"

Cynthia talked almost dreamily, only the frozen warhammer in her eyes and nothing else.

"The big snake also said,'Fear comes, the gods retreat'!"

The daughter of the Red Skull, Cynthia held the warhammer in both hands and read the ancient text on it--

"Only the true Venerable can wield the hammer of Skadi"!

The dazzling electric light burst out suddenly, as if a frenzy swept across.

Baron Zemo closed his eyes subconsciously, and the power of terror echoed in the guard room.

The foothold at the foot was trembling, the hard ice cap opened and cracked, and the entire fortress was crumbling.

"Fear comes, the gods retreat!"

The hoarse voice came from Cynthia's mouth.

She holds the Skadi Warhammer in both hands and is dressed in green metal armor, like a Valkyrie who has descended on the world!

At the same time, the fairy palace of Asgard.

The king Odin, sitting on the throne, let out a long sigh.