356 Cleaning up Mosaic's Underworld

Because that was exactly Hydra's exclusive license plate number; the Hydra people were here!

The thought involuntarily popped into his head. The next second, he abandoned his companion and turned to run, without even a thought of resisting.

Just then, the ford's door opened, and a low voice drifted out. "What? Trying to run the moment you see us? It seems you've killed our people."

Hearing this, the man who was about to run immediately stopped in his tracks, turned around, and his legs went weak as he knelt on the ground.

The expression on his face was more unsightly than crying. "No, no, no... I didn't kill any Hydra people! Even if I had nine lives, I wouldn't dare!"

As he spoke, he didn't forget to throw away the weapon in his hand. One could imagine how terrifying Hydra was in his heart; he didn't even dare to harbor a thought of resistance.

At that moment, a burly man with a large tattoo on his neck and a ferocious expression stepped out of the ford.

The burly man didn't seem to hear the other party's words. He glanced at the corpse not far away, stepped forward around the kneeling man, and walked toward the car in front.

The man who had wanted to take things from the car saw this and quickly stood aside respectfully, not even daring to breathe loudly. After a quick glance at the other man, he hurriedly lowered his head, sweat pouring down his forehead as he trembled with tension.

The burly man went straight to the car, looked at the already opened door, and casually pulled out a handbag. After unzipping it, he found it filled with bags of white powder.

He was all too familiar with this stuff; of course, it was a local specialty here.

While tossing the bag to a subordinate by the ford, he said softly, "Find someone to dispose of it."

Although the subordinate didn't know what was inside, he quickly caught it and nodded respectfully. "Yes, Minister!"

Minister?

A Hydra Minister?

The burly man before him was actually a Hydra Minister? How could such a figure come here in person?

Hearing the subordinate's words, the man kneeling on the ground trembled, filled with horror. He was a Mexico native and knew a fair amount about Hydra. Because of this, he understood the status of the person before him within Hydra.

The supreme Leader of a Hydra branch, controlling the life and death of everyone within the branch's territory. This was no exaggeration; this was Hydra. On this small patch of land, they were practically local emperors.

Of course, this was just a conclusion he reached based on his knowledge of Hydra. If he knew that Hydra could even command the authorities, one could only imagine his expression.

The burly Minister didn't care what he was thinking. He turned his head and looked at him. "If you didn't kill my people, how do you explain those corpses?"

His tone was devoid of emotion, and his cold words made the other man feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"I... they... they aren't Hydra people."

By the end, his voice grew softer. He was absolutely certain that the people they killed were definitely not Hydra members.

The burly man frowned upon hearing this and leaned in close, saying in a low voice, "If I say they are, then they are. Do you know the consequences of killing our people?"

After saying that, he ignored the man and got back into the rear seat of the ford. The moment the door closed, the burly man slowly uttered two words: "Kill them!"

Hearing this, the kneeling man panicked. "No, no, no! We didn't kill any Hydra people! They weren't! Give us a chance! We are the Poison King's people! You can't—"

Bang, bang, bang... His voice was suddenly cut short by gunshots, which also ended the lives of the two men.

Inside the ford, the Hydra Minister took out his phone and made a call. The person on the other end picked up quickly.

A resonant voice came through. "How are things going?"

The Minister didn't dare hesitate and quickly replied, "Leader, I've finished the task. They also admitted to being the Poison King's people."

"Alright, then let's begin. I'll have the local troops cooperate with you. Within one day, you must wipe out this Mexican troublemaker."

"Understood!"

At the same time!

Inside an underground conference room of a luxurious manor in Mexico, four people sat on each side of a long table. They were all Ministers of various Hydra branches in Mexico, with the Leader sitting at the head of the table.

Without exception, these people were all talents rewarded by the system. This was because George had already moved Hydra's headquarters here.

However, George, the person in charge, generally didn't concern himself with the affairs below.

The Leader put down his phone, looked at everyone present, and spoke slowly, "Once the Poison King is cleared out, each of you will send a subordinate to take over his territory. This way, we will have completed half of the task assigned by the Young Master."

"There's still a Research Base left. Speak up, where would be a suitable place for this base?"

"Actually, it's all about the same. S.H.I.E.L.D. has almost finished infiltrating here. However, according to the Young Master's wishes, he wants a more secretive location. In that case, we don't need to consider the city; it can be placed in the suburbs."

"No, no, no. For secrecy, I think it should be placed inside the city. Of course, I don't mean on the surface, but underground. This way, we can also deceive others. What do you think, Leader?"

The Leader at the head of the table listened and nodded in agreement after a moment of thought. "Hmm, that makes sense. We'll just put up a front at the entrance. Plus, if anything happens, we can arrive to provide support immediately. Let's put it in the city's underground. Have someone look for areas in Mexico currently under development and just take over the project."

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something and changed his tone. "Uh... forget it. Better leave it to the Boss. It's not suitable for us to show our faces."

George didn't expect that the problem would be tossed back to him.

Looking at the message sent by his subordinates, he immediately understood what they meant. The public-facing Hydra indeed shouldn't show its face.

Seeing this, he turned to a subordinate beside him and instructed, "Handle this matter personally. I'll have someone transfer the necessary funds into your account shortly. Remember, this is a task assigned by the Young Master. That underground Research Base must be completed quickly."

"Oh, and don't forget to silence everyone once the base is finished. I don't want anyone outside of us knowing about the base."

George knew very well that the Research Base was very important to Wang Shaojun, so he had to ensure nothing went wrong.

As the general head of Hydra, the subordinates around George were all talents rewarded by the system. Naturally, they had no sense of mercy. In their hearts, Wang Shaojun's position always came first; everything else had to take a back seat.