S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters, the Trident Building, is located on a small island in the Potomac River in Washington D.C.
The view from the top floor is quite enchanting, overlooking the entirety of Washington, and even White House, the residence of the American President.
Strategically speaking, this is an absolute vantage point.
Sitting in this office is like sitting in the heart of Washington, with the entire city under one's control.
Alexander Pierce, the former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and current Chairman of the World Security Council.
His office is located at this very heart.
The current Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury, is also beneath him.
All of this is reasonable; Pierce is a man who has repeatedly refused the Nobel Peace Prize, and his contributions to this world are worthy of such honor.
Fury was even willing to take a bullet for him—without knowing his true identity.
At this moment, Pierce was meticulously reading a report, his expression unperturbed.
In contrast, an Indian man standing in front of his desk looked very nervous, fine beads of sweat glistening on his bald head under the light.
His name is Jasper Sitwell, an Intermediate Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and also one of HYDRA's key operatives embedded within S.H.I.E.L.D.
A timid, lustful fence-sitter.
He stood there trembling, not even daring to wipe the sweat from his face.
Several minutes later.
Pierce put down the report in his hand and said softly, without showing any emotion, "So, Rumlow didn't get the target item this time?"
Brock Rumlow, code-named Crossbones, captain of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Rapid Response Special Forces, and also one of HYDRA's key operatives embedded within S.H.I.E.L.D.
Sitwell quickly replied, "We got quite a few design blueprints for the exoskeleton armor, but there were no design blueprints for the mini nuclear fusion reactor at all; our people searched everywhere and couldn't find them!
Our team was about to Breakthrough Jarvis's defenses, but a new artificial intelligence took over midway, and with Victor Chen breaking through the defensive line, and you not allowing us to kill, we could only retreat.
I suspect that Tony Stark might not have recorded it on blueprints at all, but rather kept it in his mind, after all, he did build one from scratch in a cave.
But the mission didn't allow us to take him.
However, we obtained the prototype sample, so there should be some gains..."
Pierce stared expressionlessly at Sitwell, completely unreadable, but it wasn't hard to guess that he was very dissatisfied with this answer.
It wasn't until Sitwell's clothes were soaked with sweat that Pierce leisurely spoke.
"Just one prototype sample is useless. That bunch of good-for-nothings in the research department can't even do reverse engineering... Execute Plan C. Let me see how effective this little thing is in combat, then we'll consider subsequent plans."
"Yes, yes!" Sitwell nodded quickly: "Obadiah is just an ordinary person, he has been perfectly controlled, ensuring the mission will be perfectly completed!"
"Hmm, don't fail again." Pierce lowered his head and continued to examine the report.
"Good, good!" Sitwell stood at attention, raised both hands high, and softly shouted: "Hail HYDRA!"
Pierce, however, looked up and glared at Sitwell, his gaze so stern that Sitwell involuntarily took half a step back.
"Next time, don't shout slogans in S.H.I.E.L.D.; there are listening devices everywhere." Pierce warned in a low voice: "Go now, Hail HYDRA."
Sitwell, receiving the order, immediately fled in a panic, not daring to raise his sleeve to wipe his sweat until he was out of the office door, only to find that he was sticky all over.
He didn't care at all; he was used to taking a shower every time he came here.
Instead, he was breathing heavily, still shaken.
That old man's deterrent power was truly terrifying; he didn't dare to breathe heavily in front of him.
After calming his nervous emotions, he composed his expression, got into the elevator, and left.
He needed to quickly complete the new mission. This time he absolutely could not fail, otherwise the consequences... No! He would not fail again!
---Our gaze returns to the beach next to Victor's villa in Los Angeles.
It was noon, the time when the sun was most intense, and usually Victor would be sleeping most soundly at this time.
But not today.
He was wearing a virtual helmet, fighting a bloody battle in the virtual world—it really was a bloody battle!
Victor did nothing else all morning but activate the invincible and infinite telekinesis cheat, furiously fighting the HYDRA Agents who ambushed him yesterday, attacking 37 times in total, not stopping until everyone was killed.
Facing a scene 100%Restoring reality to reality, before each session ended, Victor would be drenched in blood, the scent of blood rushing into his nose feeling real and stimulating.
It was so stimulating that he had no sleepiness now.
The results were also remarkable.
At least now, he would no longer hesitate to strike at virtual people, and he could look directly at death and some restricted scenes—even with the subconscious belief that this was a virtual enhancement.
But it was a good start after all.
Additionally.
Under the conditions of not having to worry about his own safety and unlimited use of telekinesis, Victor also explored many new telekinetic techniques.
Previously, due to limited telekinesis, he only dared to use it for defense, and for offense, he would manipulate edgeless blades.
Now he realized he was gravely mistaken.
If telekinesis could take any shape, why couldn't it be shaped into blades?
It could!
It's just that the hardness was somewhat lacking, which was also the case in reality.
It was still very difficult to cut through hard metals or even wooden boards, but it was very easy to cut through soft throats, blood vessels, or poke out eyes.
Invisible attacks, are you afraid or not?
This Move isn't a trump card; it just enriches his ability to clear out fodder, as true big bosses are mostly immune.
Ultron with his steel bones, the Purple Sweet Potato Spirit (Thanos) whose skin can block bullets, the Hulk who transforms to save his master when facing death, and so on—this little trick would only tickle them.
There are also many other ingenious uses.
Such as using telekinesis to create walls to guide rockets off course from the side,
Such as blocking gun muzzles at close range to make guns backfire,
Such as locking a gun's safety,
...It's just that all these HYDRA Agents are simulated, otherwise, after being 'rotated' 37 times in so many different ways, they might just commit suicide as soon as they appeared.
Just as he was about to engage in his 38th "bloody battle," the scene didn't automatically reset, and Alice appeared out of nowhere in front of Victor, with a slightly stiff smile.
After all, she wasn't a true intelligent life form yet.
"Is there anything urgent?" Victor asked.
If it weren't for an emergency, Alice wouldn't have interrupted him so abruptly.
"It's Mr. Pietro." Alice adjusted her smile to a perfect professional one: "Before the news of Obadiah's 'death' in prison spread, Mr. Pietro had already found a job as a cafe waiter near Stark Industries, and he stayed there after the news broke.
However, three minutes ago, Obadiah appeared with a team of mercenaries and directly attacked the weapons department of Stark Industries Group. I felt it was necessary to inform you."
As she spoke, Alice even simulated the scene at the time.
Three vehicles stopped at the Stark Industries Group's weapons department, and 12 armed individuals got out and immediately began a massacre. After clearing the area, Obadiah appeared, carrying a familiar military briefcase.
Then came the familiar style; along the way, all surveillance equipment in the path of this team was destroyed.
Fortunately.
Because the weapons department had been shut down by Tony, there weren't too many employees, just the security guards who remained... Victor watched with a face full of questions.
What exactly did this Obadiah want to do?
He robbed Tony's house yesterday, and now he wants to rob... Wait!
Thinking of a certain possibility, Victor quickly exited the virtual space.
"Alice, call Tony."
"I apologize, you were previously blacklisted by Mr. Stark and have not yet been unblocked." Alice replied.
"...Then hack into his phone and connect directly!"
"Okay, estimated completion in 10 seconds."