activa-t Chapter 239 The Avenger
Chapter 239 The Avenger
Hearing this long-lost name, Dr. Peter couldn't help being in a trance. He sat on the sofa blankly, looking at Lieutenant General Carl who was re-lighting a cigar, his eyes were empty.
Compared to Dr. Peter who was standing still, Lieutenant General Carl continued to enjoy his cigar while continuing to talk.
"Actually, this question is very simple. When the first Grindelwald set off the first conflict between wizards and Muggles,"
"Some of the elite among the human race already know about the existence of magic and wizards. Most of them are on the side of their own race, but quite a few of them are on the side of wizards."
"Including you, sir, genius psycho-like creatures and physicists, but your point of view is very strange. You don't think wizards should rule the earth."
"Instead, it is believed that the magic of wizards should be combined with human technology to evolve the next generation of new human beings, and ultimately solve all existing social and scientific problems."
"This crazy idea of yours should have been completely terminated with the end of Grindelwald, but because of one point in your plan, some elite humans can evolve beyond ordinary humans."
"Thus, some of the funding from the powerful was obtained. Finally, with the outbreak of the Cold War, this project was attributed to the subsidiary industry of the super soldier project. With the support of the US military, you can continuously obtain those poor children as experiments. raw material."
"As for your ending, I have already explained it before."
"Then how do you know? You can't know all this. All the documents and information in these processes have been completely destroyed."
"Even if some of them may have escaped the net and survived, it is absolutely impossible to have such a clear memory. They should spend their lives under the torture of electric shocks and restraints in a mental hospital."
Seeing Lieutenant General Carl, who had wiped out his old background in a short amount of time, Dr. Peter was completely defenseless, and he yelled hysterically.
It seemed that the louder he yelled, the more he could deny what the other party said just now, facing the crazy partner beside him.
Lieutenant General Carl had a calm expression on his face. He took out an exquisite silver jug from his military coat pocket, took a deep breath of his cigar, and then poured a large mouthful of whiskey.
Feeling the double stimulation brought by nicotine and alcohol, Lieutenant General Carl replied slowly.
"Indeed, as you said, about the things I just said, there are no written or effective records of the people who participated in those projects."
"Either lay in the grave early, or lived in the mental hospital long ago, no one can prove what I just said."
"But you have forgotten one thing. There is a person's first body. Although the time of death has passed for a long time, and because of a person's perverted habits, his body has been kept in a low-temperature environment and preserved very well."
"And since his anatomy is nearly intact, the brain in particular has not been damaged."
"So the memory of that corpse, at least on the surface, should be well preserved."
"You lied, no one in this world can explore the memory of a dead person, let alone his soul has been transferred long ago."
"I don't know where you got this clue, but I choose to forgive you, do as I said, and get me about 50 billion in funds. We are still the best partners."
As soon as Lieutenant General Carl's words fell, Dr. Peter immediately denied loudly.
At the same time, he also set his own price tag. Obviously he didn't want to admit defeat, but he didn't want to play when Lieutenant General Carl.
After enjoying the last puff of cigarette and the last drop of wine, he stood up and walked to a bonfire that was always burning.
This bonfire is particularly magical. It is composed of six pieces of magical wood, and the flames are burning wildly in it, but the wood does not have any damage or traces of fire.
Arriving next to the pile of flames, Lieutenant General Karl untied his military overcoat and took out a delicate wooden box from inside. After opening it, there was a mess of hair inside.
He twisted a handful from it with his fingers and threw it into the flames, accompanied by rising smoke and the smell of burnt hair, he said slowly.
"In our Rangers, there is a very old tradition, that is, when your best comrade-in-arms is killed, you must find the murderer who killed your comrade-in-arms."
"In the end, I personally ended the opponent with my own pistol, then cut off a strand of the opponent's hair, and burned it in front of the spirit of your comrade-in-arms."
"To be honest, I'm such a coward. I dare not face the crime of killing MPs, party leaders, and even my own boss, so I didn't kill them with my own pistol."
As Lieutenant General Karl spoke, he kept throwing the hair in the wooden box into the fire. The flames greedily eroded everything, turning the strands of hair of various colors into ashes.
After throwing all the hair in the wooden box into the fire, Lieutenant General Carl tore off the left breast pocket of his shirt forcefully, and took out a photo from the inner lining.
That photo is very well preserved, the color of each person's face is clearly visible, the location of the photo should be somewhere in a training base, and a string of numbers and some letters are written on it.
"Vietnam 1970"
Looking at this seemingly brand-new photo, Lieutenant General Karl was calm and indifferent, he didn't seem to have any changes in expression, only the fire reflected in his pupils.
After a long silence, he held the photo in one hand, and with the other he removed a metal nameplate from his neck.
It was the soldier's dog tag he got in the army, and he never took it off his neck all these years, but today it seems that it should be over.
He simply wrapped the photo with the soldier's dog tag, and finally threw them together into the flames in front of him. The majestic flames quickly swallowed the metal and paper, leaving only a little smoke in the air.
Lieutenant General Carl, who had finished all this, calmly turned around and stared at Dr. Peter with a strange face, and said calmly.
"About your previous question, I think I can give you a simple answer, and by the way, tell you the purpose of my coming here today."
"As for who extracted the memory of that corpse, no matter how much you deny or don't want to believe it, I can only say his name, Augustus Dumbledore."
"As for the purpose of my coming here? It's very simple, that is to delay the time for that Mr. Augustus."
"Don't be surprised that I, an avenger who hates the US federal government and those people, would choose to cooperate with that Mr. Augustus."
"Because I'm not only an Avenger, but also a soldier of the United States Federation. It's impossible for me to watch you completely disintegrate this country."