The Death Knell

Heine, who is still sitting on the sofa, is now at the Chancellery in Berlin...

The aftereffects of exiting the psychic network made him dazed for a moment, but he quickly stood up and walked towards the person behind the desk.

This office is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people gathering here.

But the layout in the room is very simple, there are no unnecessary displays, it is very simple, there are only two black carpets and a few pots of flowers.

There are several paintings on the wall, but they are not works by famous artists. What is more eye-catching is the statue of a flying eagle firmly holding a swastika on the door frame.

The person behind the desk is writing furiously. There are thick piles of various documents and reports in front of him. He is used to handling these things personally.

"My head of state." Heine stood in front of the desk and raised his right arm.

The man behind the desk just waved his hand and quickly corrected the document with a laser pointer. Soon, he signed Mustache's name at the end of the document and gently put the pile of paper aside.

"Okay, my loyal Heine, is there anything you need to tell me? You know, just when you were about to report, you suddenly said that you were going to 'out of body'."

The man stood up and stretched his back. His tall figure did not look like a mustache at all. He made a joke to Heine. He looked out the window at the dark Berlin, thinking about the future.

He is tall, wearing a green uniform and a purple helmet like an astronaut, and his face is blue.

"Sorry, Head of State, the Hive suddenly initiated a psychic link. I suspect that Schmidt has a means of communicating with him alone."

Heine put his legs together. In front of this person, he was not at all as nervous as he appeared outside. He looked rigid and serious now.

"It doesn't matter, your identity now is very important." The man turned his hand away indifferently, and the tall figure walked to the window. At this time, the streets were full of steel warriors patrolling.

"Thank you, Head of State. I went to Paris for vacation this time and unexpectedly received some intelligence. I flew back to report to you immediately. But just now, at the Hydra meeting, I made a bigger discovery..."

Heine relaxed a little, took off his military cap, held it in his hand, walked to the window, and whispered.

"Let me guess, is Schmidt planning to overthrow 'me'?" The man interrupted Heine with a smile. He spoke slowly but with unimaginable authority: "Everything is just like in history. , Red Skull..."

"The Führer is wise."

Heine lowered his head, that was indeed the case.

The tall figure looked calm. He adjusted his helmet a little: "But others will not agree. Historically, they have not agreed."

"Yes, even though I have been inciting them before, they still dare not resist your authority, which proves that they are not a threat to you." Heine recounted his plan generously.

"Well...the next step is to wait for Captain America to throw him to an alien planet."

"It's like this. Everything is the same as in history. The Red Skull is entangled with Captain America. Your target will soon fall into your hands, laying another foundation for your eternal inheritance."

Heine nodded, there were some changes in history, and he needed to constantly make slight corrections to get everything on the right track, and the current situation did not waste his efforts to put information into the SSR's mouth.

"The Red Skull is actually the only smart person. He sensed something was wrong..." The figure sighed, as if he was regretting something, but he quickly raised his head and forgot about it. : "So what about the bait I threw out? Did anyone take the bait?"

"Yes, Viper, Whitehall, and even Hive. They are all very interested in the X-gene and the people under the sea. They gave up research on the Cosmic Rubik's Cube and turned to biology and chemistry."

The man smiled happily and rubbed the back of his hand happily: "Very good, the Americans gave me a false impression and wanted me to waste energy on a scientific research direction that was destined to fail... They must not have thought of it. , there is no secret to me about the X gene, I have no interest in it at all, so I changed hands and threw the project away, triggering the split of Hydra."

"The Führer is wise. Now within Hydra, only Red Skull and Zola are still staring at the Cube."

"Well...it doesn't matter. They will have Captain America to solve it. Then I can row a boat and fish at that spot in the ocean, and wait for the Cosmic Cube to fall into my arms."

At this point, he didn't know which word triggered his switch, and he began to describe his future endlessly.

On different timelines, different selves work hard for the same goal and lay the foundation for a unified galaxy in the future.

He was always bullied as a child and they called him retarded and sickly Richards.

But then, no one dared to say that anymore, he became King of Kings, Lord of Stars, he became the greatest conqueror.

Although Heine had heard it many times, he still maintained a focused expression and nodded in agreement from time to time.

His master's time is non-linear. There are countless him at countless time nodes, and each one is even an independent individual.

Sometimes he feels that he has not done something, but in fact he has done it in the past, but time has covered everything.

"The Cosmic Cube. In this era, I only want the Cosmic Cube, but the Red Skull is too vigilant. I can only use Captain America, a character he despises, to get rid of him. The current Red Skull will not think that the American soldier will How much trouble it caused him."

"But the Great Supreme..." Heine hesitated: "Captain America and the Avengers will also cause us more trouble in the future."

The blue man just shook his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter, time will prove everything, because the final winner must be me."

Heine just nodded. Whatever the master said, he just continued to report: "The surprise I was talking about before was this. Mr. Sinister has lost contact with us. His purpose of disrupting the enemy's technological development has not been achieved, and neither Britain nor the United States has achieved it. If we discover him and are led away from the technology tree, he will be wiped out by the death knell."

"Is that so...it doesn't matter. This is not what happened in history. In the process of changing history, I will occasionally cause some accidents." The great conqueror said lightly, he stretched out a finger, I wiped an inconspicuous gray spot on the glass.

Just erase the wrong history. He can use history or rewrite it. As a discontinuous entity independent of time, he has no worries.

"Praise you, Lord, your power can change everything."

"History always lets people dress it up, and I'm actually a little tired of it... However, this era seems to be a bit interesting, and many things are different from the history I remember."

"Yes, I have been supervising the death knell that you asked me to stare at. You said that there was no such person in history..."

"That's right, a person who is very similar to me, so much so that when I arrived in this era, the first thing I did after scanning the world was to use phase nanomechanical bugs to lock up the technological capabilities of his company, and then I could come here with confidence. Use phantom machines disguised as mustaches to develop the German war machine... It's a pity that the industrial base of this era can only produce these toy-like things."

"He is very dangerous, and his power is always increasing." Heine rubbed his brow. He temporarily lost the movement of Deathstroke. Every time Deathstroke got into the sewer, he did not dare to follow him: "If necessary, I will personally Get rid of him for you."

"Use the two hands I gave you? After you get the Cosmic Cube, you can try it, but I don't think the result will be very good... Because there is no such person in history, so he will make What happened, I have no memory at all.”

The conqueror did not reject Heine's offer; he was also curious.

Haye understands the Supreme's plan, and the Cosmic Cube is the most critical thing at the moment: "The Namor fragments that have been super divided and remain active. I don't know why, but what we use to attract the attention of all parties in the world has attracted the death knell." , he organized an army of future people and is collecting these fragments."

The Conqueror listened to his description, thought for a while, and he understood: "I know, he was worried about the problem of the U Demon having no one to check and balance after Namor died, because he thought his opponent was Mustache. I didn’t expect it to be me, he is trying to avoid the timeline where the North and South Pole melt... In this case, just find an opportunity to give him all the Namor fragments and send him away first.”

"As you command, great conqueror, I will continue to keep an eye on the Cosmic Cube for you."

"Haha." The blue-skinned figure pressed a few buttons on his armor. His figure shook, as if the space was distorted. He turned into a mustache, thin, small, and very weak. . He smiled and stroked his head, and walked slowly back behind the desk: "In this day and age, I still quite like the title of head of state..."