Pietro Maximoff; Wanda Maximoff.
A pair of siblings who joined HYDRA to get revenge on Stark Industries. The information about them should have been top-secret, but now it lay before Lothar without a single detail missing.
"Just like that woman nad Carol?"
"And a potential enemy of Tony Stark?"
Lothar rembered the na Tony Stark because his adoptive father, Thanos, had ntioned him. The title, "cursed by knowledge," was the sa as Thanos's, which was enough for Lothar to rember him, even though Tony Stark hadn't left much of an impression on him during the Battle of New York.
"Are the two of them very close?"
Lothar narrowed his eyes as he finished looking through the siblings' files, a plan forming in his mind.
"Based on HYDRA's internal information, yes," Woz replied.
"Except for the two of them, kill everyone else in HYDRA."
"Leave no one alive."
With a plan in place, Lothar made his decision, casually sealing the fate of every mber of the HYDRA organization.
"As you command, Your Highness Lothar."
As an artificial intelligence created by Thanos himself, Woz was nothing short of a god compared to Earth's current technology—a god who was omnipotent under certain limited conditions.
After all, on Earth, no matter how large an organization was, they could never completely detach themselves from high-tech products. And those products, which seed completely harmless on a normal day, could instantly be turned into lethal weapons with just a single thought from Woz...
Inside a conference room at the World Security Council headquarters, forr S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Alexander Pierce, with the help of his assistant Sitwell, was eting with a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. key personnel. He was explaining a new mission the World Security Council was about to give them.
"This mission is of great importance."
"All of you here are the elite of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I believe—"
Bang!
A series of explosions erupted, imdiately interrupting the speech.
In the large room, six HYDRA elites, including Alexander Pierce and Sitwell, were instantly killed! Their high-tech communicators shot out fragnts that pierced their hearts and severed their arteries, and in doing so, blew off their heads.
The seventh and only true S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in the room was covered in blood, staring in horror at the now-blood-soaked conference table and the headless corpses, trembling and unable to speak...
On the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier, the once-peaceful working environnt instantly beca a chaotic ss. Widespread deaths occurred among S.H.I.E.L.D. mbers throughout the ship, no matter if they were from the R&D departnt, logistics, or any other departnt.
The sudden disaster put Director Nick Fury on high alert. The ship had lost two-fifths of its personnel in just one second, a situation no one could handle. If not for the ntal fortitude of the one-eyed super-spy, Nick Fury would have been as panicked as his subordinates.
"Coulson, what's the situation?"
"It's not good, sir." S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most diplomatic agent, Coulson, appeared before Nick Fury, his British gentleman's hairline in place, his face grim.
"All of the deaths were caused by explosions. The tech devices they were carrying exploded. The fragnts severed their arteries and pierced their hearts."
"Also, their heads were separated from their bodies." Even with all the terrible things Coulson had seen, he felt sick. He felt he would never forget the sight of over a hundred headless corpses.
"Tech devices?"
"Yes, mostly our special S.H.I.E.L.D. communicators. There were also so other small gadgets."
"From the Security Council, we've learned that Alexander Pierce and his assistant Sitwell are also dead. The cause of death was an exploding tech device. They were also dismbered."
The beautiful S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Natasha Romanoff, in her black battle suit, appeared before Nick Fury, habitually swaying her hips as she handed him a file with the latest news.
"The reports from Barton's side are the sa. Every S.H.I.E.L.D. branch has had a number of deaths. The characteristics are eerily similar—the personal tech devices exploded, and the bodies were dismbered."
Natasha's vibrant red lips had lost their usual luster. This large-scale death event was the biggest crisis S.H.I.E.L.D. had ever faced since its founding. Based on the information they had, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal personnel system was completely paralyzed. So many people had died that the organization had co to a standstill.
"Tech devices, artificial intelligence..." The brilliant mind of the master spy, Nick Fury, was buzzing.
"Where are Tony Stark and Bruce Banner? I need to see them."
The first people a pained Nick Fury thought of were the two still working on the Ultron Project...
"That won't be possible. There's a more important matter that you need to handle." The current Deputy Director, Maria Hill, holding a phone playing the news, walked over to Nick Fury.
"All the places we suspected were HYDRA bases... just exploded."
On the not-so-small phone screen, dozens of news broadcasts were playing, with over ten reporters in each broadcast. Behind the reporters were secret bases littered with corpses, rivers of blood, headless bodies, and glimpses of destroyed precision instrunts...
"Fuck!"
Nick Fury cursed.
....
"Who... who are you?!"
In one of HYDRA's many corpse-strewn bases, Pietro's voice was filled with terror. No matter how many tis he ran with his sister, he couldn't shake off Lothar. Especially when he saw the ugly alien behind Lothar, who was now holding the Mind Stone scepter again, he knew they had co to wipe them out.
"You look like you love your sister very much." Lothar, with his arms crossed, spoke with an air of authority—an authority that showed a complete disregard for life.
"What do you want?!"
Pietro felt like he was going crazy. He couldn't beat him, and he couldn't outrun him. The strong sll of blood in the base was constantly stimulating his nerves.
"Kneel and serve ." Lothar offered the siblings a way out.
"What?" Pietro and Wanda said in unison.
"I said, kneel. Now."
Seeing the look of impatience on Lothar's face, a clever Pietro imdiately pulled his sister down, and they both fell to their knees. They knelt before Lothar.
Don't talk to them about dignity. They had already sold themselves to HYDRA for revenge, so what was dignity worth now? Surviving was the most important thing. Only by living could they get their revenge.
"The Other, take them back."
"Yes, Your Highness, Prince Lothar." After being rescued, The Other, who had been grinning foolishly while holding the scepter, quickly adopted the role of a loyal sycophant and eagerly began to explain the Black Quadrant to Pietro and Wanda.
Lothar was pleased. Now he had two more specins just like Carol for Woz's research, and he had also gained two enforcers. Two enforcers who had a grudge against Tony Stark. If no one showed up on Vormir, he could even manually arrange a predicant for them to get the Soul Stone.
Of course, these were just a few of Lothar's ideas for now. As for the specifics of how to use them, Lothar felt he needed to go back and ask his father, Thanos.
After all, he found the woman nad Wanda a bit strange. Not her looks or her body, but the nature of her energy.
As for Pietro, although his power was not great, his super speed reminded Lothar of soone. Soone he had t in another universe—the Flash, Barry Allen. The man he had forced to train, who then used his speed to restart the entire world.
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