Chapter 129 Beheading the Snake (Part 2)

The door in the conference room creaked open, and the voices of whispering stopped abruptly.

The eyes of the participants were all focused on the figure standing in the darkness at the door, which was a little blurry.

Although his face could not be seen clearly, everyone vaguely felt a sense of oppression, a sense of oppression from a high position and power.

Seeing that figure standing still, the Hydra officials in the conference room could not help but look at each other, revealing a trace of confusion.

Their eyes met at this time, and they saw doubts in each other's eyes, and then silently wondered why their Red Skull President would stand here in such an unusual way.

As usual, Mr. Skull should walk into the conference room with his hands behind his back and his head held high, wearing the Captain America uniform that had not been washed for decades.

The people closest to him could smell a sour smell on it every time, but they had to endure it and dared not show any discomfort.

It's disgusting to think about it.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Some unclear words came from the shadows outside the door, like a breeze, attracting the attention of the Hydra officials back.

Although the voice was weak, it represented the supreme authority in the building and could not be ignored.

But the tone sounded slightly different from that of Mr. Skeleton in the past. It must be because he had a cold. Who told him to wear tights and a leather jacket all day long.

Some people thought so gloatingly.

"I know you are confused about this call, but I, your president, have something to test you." The voice continued to come from the shadows.

When the Hydra officials heard this, they were all shocked.

"Excuse me, what are your doubts?" After a long silence, a senior official finally couldn't help but speak, expressing everyone's curiosity and expectations.

Although his voice was respectful, he was a little nervous inside. Speaking first might give him the upper hand, but it might also make him the first unlucky person.

Damn it, no wonder Heinz wasn't here. He must have used sweet words to learn the real purpose of this meeting from the president, and then found an excuse to slip away.

So cunning.

"Very good. What should we do if there are too many bullets?" The president's voice sounded again, this time with a hint of subtle sarcasm.

Too many bullets? What does this mean? They tried to quickly recall recent events in their minds and look for any possible clues.

What kind of question is this? Usually, the skeleton president asks about how to humiliate those heroes and how to beware of Doctor Doom who borders him.

What's going on today? It's really confusing.

Soon, one of the participants slapped his thigh, raised his head with sudden realization, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He felt that he had figured it out.

Yes, this must be the president testing whether they can save and reasonably control the resources of Hydra. Only those who answer this question correctly can successfully run for the ministerial position!

Just when the man who seemed to have figured it out was about to stand up and speak, a weak voice suddenly came from the crowd: "Wouldn't it be better to light it?"

This voice was like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, causing a ripple. The originally quiet conference room suddenly set off a subtle wave, and everyone's attention was focused on the source of the sound.

Everyone turned their heads and looked for the participant who dared to make a suggestion. He stood in the crowd, seemed a little uneasy, his face slightly flushed, and he had realized that his words caused a slight sensation. In this gaze, he shrank his neck, showing very cramped and nervous.

"Good!"

There was a clear cheer from outside the door, and then accompanied by footsteps, the man walked slowly into the conference room.

However, contrary to the Red Skull President expected by the Hydra officials, what appeared in front of them was a man in a black tights. The white skull pattern on his chest was dyed red, which was extremely eye-catching, and the smell of blood also drifted in.

"You are right." The Punisher nodded to the participant who had just answered. The corners of his blood-stained mouth slightly raised, outlining a cold smile, "There are too many bullets, just use them up."

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if discussing something that could not be more ordinary.

"Why do I seem to have seen this in the president's collection?" an official muttered.

The next moment, the Punisher quickly pulled out a pair of submachine guns with large-capacity magazines from his back, and pointed the cold muzzles at the Hydra officials.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the fire flashed in the conference room in an instant.

The sound of the gun was deafening, and the bullets poured out like a storm, directly hitting the Hydra officials into sieves.

Blood, meat and debris splashed everywhere, and the conference room instantly turned into a chaotic slaughterhouse. Those who once thought they were powerful and overbearing were now left with only shrill screams and helpless wails.

After the screams gradually weakened and finally disappeared completely, Frank finally put away his gun, raised a bloody hand, and gently snapped his fingers, as if to put an end to this symphony of death.

"Clean up, take your things and let's go." Frank said lightly, he no longer looked at the conference room, turned around and walked towards the door.

Behind him, the dilapidated conference room was filled with a strong smell of blood, and blood covered the ground and walls.

The corpses of Hydra's senior officials lay quietly on the ground, or fell on chairs. Their eyes still retained the fear and unwillingness before death. The conference table was littered with documents, notebooks, and cigars, all torn apart by a hail of bullets in just a few seconds.

After walking out of the conference room, a light blue afterimage that ordinary people could not catch with the naked eye passed by at a very fast speed. Frank's figure disappeared on the spot, as if it had been erased from reality, leaving only an empty corridor.

Half a minute later, a group of soldiers wearing the Hydra logo hurriedly broke into the conference room. As soon as they entered, they were stunned by the sight in front of them.

The conference room was in chaos, bodies were scattered on the ground, blood was everywhere, and the ruins of the walls reflected the misery.

One of the men, who looked like the squad leader, pressed the intercom device with trembling fingers. He listened to the voices coming from inside, and then said to the other soldiers with a pale face: "President Skeleton was also killed."

Hearing this, the faces of the other soldiers were filled with panic and uneasiness.

Hydra's top leaders, those once powerful and aloof beings, were all killed at the same time.

Whose handiwork is this?