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In the Nazi office in Ro, inside Red Skull's exclusive office, Schmidt was studying the books he had seized.
A henchman approached and knocked on the door, "General, there's soone nad Chris outside requesting an audience."
Red Skull was intrigued, "Let him wait." He picked up the phone and made a call, "Report on Chris's whereabouts."
Soon, the response ca through the phone, and the Arican spy replied via telegram, "Chris just went to a nightclub."
Going to a nightclub in broad daylight was already an abnormal behavior. Hydra's spies naturally took notice, but how could Chris enter a nightclub one minute and then suddenly appear in Greece the next? It was clearly an unscientific occurrence.
Red Skull pondered for a mont and said, "Bring him in!"
Chris swaggered in, smoking a cigarette, looking pleased. "Schmidt, long ti no see! Have you been training any new female agents? Don't keep them all to yourself."
He deliberately portrayed himself as soone with strong desires, hoping the enemy would use seduction tactics against him. He would then impregnate the won and keep them as his possessions, using them as both sexual objects and breeding tools. It was a win-win situation for him - he won twice!
Red Skull didn't mind at all, as if he wasn't the one who sent his wife and daughter away, "Sinthea seems to be taking care of you quite well."
"Of course, I have them both together every day! The feeling of a threeso is truly satisfying. Perhaps soon you'll receive good news about becoming a father and grandfather. Well, enough small talk. What new discoveries do you have? I found so ancient texts, but you probably won't be interested." Chris boasted openly in front of Red Skull.
Curiously, Red Skull didn't erupt in anger. It was unclear whether he had no feelings for Cynthia and her daughter or if he simply remained emotionally detached after becoming the leader. Everything seed to have beco insignificant to him.
"What kind of texts did you find? Do the gods of Olympus truly exist?" Red Skull inquired, sowhat puzzled.
Chris confidently nodded, "Perhaps you don't know, but in ancient tis, humans possessed extraordinary abilities and magic. In the primordial era, the gods of Olympus fought alongside humans, Atlantis, and the Amazon tribe against invading forces. If the invaders had succeeded, both you and I wouldn't exist here. This planet would be a lifeless one!"
Red Skull had no interest in such matters. Whether the world was destroyed or not didn't concern him. He only needed to achieve his goals, and everything else was rely stepping stones towards his dreams.
"So, how can I find the legacy of Olympus?" Red Skull asked, aware that the other party had co with a purpose. In negotiations, it was essential to maintain composure, and whoever was first to lose compose was going to lose.
"What can you offer? Not to criticize you, but if you want to obtain those legacies, you either need guidance from a master or so unique opportunity," Chris smiled ambiguously. It was clear he desired many things.
"What do you want?" Red Skull didn't make an offer but instead handed the decision to Chris.
"Three ocean-going cargo ships with a displacent of thirty thousand tons each!" Chris started bargaining. His current need was his own long-distance transportation route. Depending on interdiaries ant lacking security and the risk of being double-crossed.
"Two ships." Red Skull countered without hesitation.
Chris sneered, "Schmidt, I think you've misunderstood. I'm not bargaining with you. Whatever I say is the price. You can choose not to give it, but I believe others would be more than willing to provide."
The expression on Red Skull's face turned grim. "Have you been in contact with that wretched Mada Viper?"
"Oh? Mada Viper? Given the chance, I will contact her. Now, you either agree or don't make this deal." Chris remained calm, completely ignoring the furious Red Skull.
Although Red Skull desperately wanted to kill Chris, no one could touch his wife without dying, even if he didn't like Sinclair, she was his private possession!
It was ironic that he blad the buyer after he himself had sent his wife away. It was truly ridiculous. Was there no sense left in him?
Red Skull's expression changed a few tis, hidden behind his human-skin mask, but his eyes beca dangerously sharp. Countless thoughts of shooting Chris dead imdiately crossed his mind, but considering the other's uncanny abilities, Red Skull restrained himself.
Thus far, both Baron Strucker and Mada Viper (Hydra) had been gradually catching up to him, especially Baron Strucker. He had developed sothing unknown, and his subordinates had beco more courageous. Red Skull felt a strong sense of crisis.
Chris blew smoke rings and raised his index finger, shaking it. "I am a businessman, and I prioritize the two words 'integrity' and 'trustworthiness.' I do what I say. Now, haven't you obtained the true existence of Olympus? What have you given in return? Just two won. Hmph, I can find two on the street just as easily."
Such words made Red Skull feel like he had gained sothing, but did he really not have any idea who actually benefited from the situation?
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