"You guys are digesting it too slowly. Even though we're continuously recruiting, it's still hard to digest this information quickly. So, I plan to share this with the whole country," Chino said, causing everyone in the room to gasp in surprise, admiring his vast and open-hearted approach.
It was known that although this information would be hard to digest in the short term, anyone would be reluctant to give it away so easily. Furthermore, Chino, as the demon king, was the one who had all the time in the world.
"But there's one condition—I'm only willing to share it with my country," Chino added.
(Originally, I planned to share it with the entire world, but upon thinking, it's not feasible. I don't know anything about the Eastern side of Marvel, so I choose to use incentives and negotiations to rule the Earth. I'll start with this country.)
This slight change in wording made everyone understand Chino's intention.
"So, you're planning to rule this country?" Tony asked, somewhat puzzled.
He didn't oppose Chino ruling the country, and there were plenty of benefits to being behind him. However, based on his data model of Chino's character, he didn't think Chino should be thinking like this. What force was driving this change? Tony silently glanced at future Tony.
"The beautiful country is more than willing to submit to the leader's rule. Give me some time, and I can convince the old-timers," President Matthew said, raising both hands in agreement.
"If you're talking about the council, everyone is willing to submit. No need for President's persuasion," Pierce said, smiling faintly. "I'll just send them my video of returning to my youthful self, and they'll eagerly submit to the leader."
"Who are you?" Tony asked.
"Alexander Pierce. Just three hours ago, I was an old-timer too."
"…The rejuvenation potion," Matthew said, staring at Pierce, astonished by the effect.
Chino then continued, "Charles, have Mystique disguise as me, appearing injured. Tom, Frank, you both cooperate. Make the outside world think that I'm severely injured and hanging by a thread, all thanks to the healing potions. You should also stage a few internal conflicts to show the power struggle. Temporarily leave the Shadow Soldiers under Tom's command. Let's see how many people want my life."
The others in the room exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
Future Captain America and future Tony flinched slightly when they heard the term "civil war."
After giving further instructions, Chino concluded, "Leader, we have a gift to present to you."
"A gift? Let me see," Chino said, noticing a large suitcase at Pierce's feet.
"You'll be absolutely pleased with this gift," Baron Zemo said, straining to lift the suitcase and place it on the table with a loud thud.
When it opened, inside was an old-fashioned robot, rusted and appearing as though it had just been dug up from the last century.
The people in the room raised their brows, some surprised, but no one mocked it. Anyone bold enough to present a gift in such a setting surely wasn't ordinary.
Zemo flipped a switch behind the robot, and its eye cameras lit up. The robot's tracks moved as it stepped out of the suitcase, scanned the room, and finally looked at Chino.
"Greetings, great leader. Hydra's Zola salutes you!"
The robot's voice was accompanied by a crackling electrical sound.
"Zola! You succeeded!" Howard exclaimed, standing up in shock. He and Zola were old acquaintances.
"Howard, long time no see. I'm so happy to see you still alive," Zola said.
"Cut it out! You were probably behind the assassination attempt on me back then," Howard replied, sitting back down.
"Yes, I planned it all. To make up for it, I'll let you kill a few of my clones for you to vent your frustrations," Zola said, admitting his past actions humbly.
"I'm not interested in your inflatable dolls," Howard said, dismissing the past.
Both Tonys' expressions softened. This was more like the attitude of someone apologizing.
"Mental digitization or consciousness transfer technology?" Ganata asked, curiously studying the robot.
"It's consciousness transfer technology. As for souls, they're too elusive. When I was alive, I never found evidence of a soul's existence," the Zola robot replied.
"I know that only the Xian Empire can achieve such a thing, but that's after their technology surpassed Earth by centuries. To accomplish this during World War II is truly incredible. But this is not your true form," Ganata said, examining the planet, finding it strange. "Two monsters appeared on this planet—Tony and Zola. They built an Eiffel Tower on a foundation as small as a tofu block, completely ignoring the importance of foundational technology."
"Thank you for the compliment. My true form is a giant computer. Right now, I cannot move; I can only communicate through this avatar. Please forgive my impoliteness, great leader," Zola's robot said, bowing toward Chino.
"This doesn't matter. What I'm more interested in is whether you retain your intelligence without your body," Chino inquired.
"Of course. Although I lack some emotional depth due to the absence of hormones, my intellect remains undamaged," Zola said proudly, despite not having any facial expressions.
"Then let's sign a contract. As payment, I will prepare a vibranium body for you," Chino said, placing the contract in front of the Zola robot.
"A vibranium body?!" Zola's voice even distorted in shock.
"Are you dissatisfied?" Chino asked.
"No, I'm very satisfied. I'm just amazed by your generosity."
Zola then hesitantly made a request. "However, if possible, could I personally create the body? After all, I have deeper knowledge and unique insights into body structures."
"Of course. You can get the materials from Tom," Chino replied.
"Thank you, great leader! Zola will dedicate all his efforts to serve you!" Zola responded, grateful and full of determination.
Chino was pleased to have gained another genius. If Tony was a genius in physics, Zola was a genius in biology. Both were top-tier intellects in the Marvel universe.
Chino then looked toward Zemo and Pierce. "Do you want anything? I'm very satisfied with this gift."
"Leader, I'd like to keep the name Hydra," Pierce requested.
"Sure. Hydra will now be a subsidiary of the Demon Group, tasked with intelligence gathering," Chino agreed.
"Thank you, Leader!" Pierce responded, his request being the best result he could have hoped for.
Zemo, on the other hand, was indifferent to rewards. His main goal was simply for the Demon King to remember him.
"I'd like some contribution points, Leader," Zemo said.
"Tom, give him thirty thousand contribution points," Chino instructed.
"Yes," Tom nodded, giving Zemo a surprised look.
The group from the parallel universe watched in awe at everything happening before them.
A dark organization that once tried to rule the world was now being tamed and turned into a force for protecting the Earth.
Though the battle in New York had been costly, no one had died, and they had successfully protected part of the alien fleet, mother ships, and the complete Chitauri technology.
Their counterparts were living lives they envied—wealth, fame, love, and family.
Future Tony began to reflect. "Where is the demon king in our world?"
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