bioinnovel Chapter 410 Let's create some panic!
Chapter 410 Let's create some panic!
Meanwhile, taking advantage of the crowd for cover, Sitwell hid behind a corner of a souvenir shop in Times Square amid the chaos.
He leaned against the wall, his chest heaving violently, each breath accompanied by a burning pain.
Even so, he would still shift his position from time to time, cautiously peeking out half his head. With his keen eyes, he observed the Iron Tyrant's every move like a falcon.
His plan is progressing smoothly.
The Iron Monger has been lured to the massive stage of Times Square, and panic is brewing among the crowd. The police response is entirely expected—George Stacy, that good-natured guy, indeed chose to prioritize evacuating the public rather than rashly intervening.
However, it seems that a small accident has occurred.
Iron Monger's act of rescuing the little girl actually caused the fear of some of the surrounding people to subside, and they immediately frowned.
After all, his original plan was to "secretly shoot and kill a few passersby and then frame Iron Monger."
In a panicked crowd, it is difficult to tell where the bullets came from.
At that time, most of the witnesses will instinctively testify that "that metal monster shot and killed people" due to their fear, leaving the Iron Monger unable to defend himself.
That's why, when he saw several young people stop running and instead chase after the Iron Monger, filming him with their phones, he had to abandon that option.
Too many cameras are focused on the Iron Monument.
Those cell phone cameras, tourists' portable cameras, and even the professional equipment of street photographers...
In this era where everyone is a self-media outlet, any anomaly will be recorded, slowed down, analyzed, and disseminated.
This made firing rashly too risky, leaving Sitwell feeling extremely annoyed and forcing him to temporarily abandon the idea.
"Tsk, unnecessary moral standards..."
Sitwell muttered to himself, his tone full of contempt.
In his eyes, this tenderness towards ordinary people was not a virtue, but a design flaw.
A perfect killing machine should be efficient, ruthless, and reckless in completing its missions, not like a kindergarten teacher painstakingly coaxing children.
Tony Stark's inclusion of such ridiculous restrictions in such advanced technology is a complete waste.
Otherwise, Sitwell would probably have been caught by the Iron Monger by now, riddled with bullets in some dark alley. How could he have had the chance to run to Times Square, use the crowd as a shield, and the chaos as cover to carry out his plan step by step?
But it's okay...
This little incident will soon be completely erased.
They will definitely be able to replicate this technology.
No, it's not just copying.
They will improve it.
Remove all unnecessary moral restrictions, optimize combat algorithms, enhance firepower configuration, and reduce production costs.
Before long, a massive mechanical army, absolutely loyal to Hydra, will sweep across the world with unstoppable force. The mediocre populace, the corrupt governments, the self-important superheroes, even that terrifying Black Spider-Man…
Before the endless torrent of steel, they will all become utterly useless trash!
As the thought arose, Sitwell's smile grew even wider, and his eyes gleamed with fanaticism.
In his mind, a picture of that wonderful future had already appeared!
The Hydra flag will be raised at the United Nations headquarters.
The Insight Project's space carriers patrol every corner of the globe, eliminating Hydra's enemies 24/7 and consolidating Hydra's rule!
And he, Sitwell, as the "great contributor" who brought key technology to Hydra, will stand beside Alexander Pierce and at the pinnacle of power in the new world!
What will Sitwell get by then?
Luxury mansion?
Beauty?
Private island?
Endless wealth?
No, those are all too superficial...
The real reward is power.
It is the satisfaction of being on the right side of history.
It is to create a pure, orderly, and beautiful utopia by hand, created by the best human race, free from flaws, suffering, and strife!
He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the fervor in his heart.
Now is not the time for wishful thinking; we must first deal with the metal monster in front of us before we can even attempt to implement this plan.
Thinking of this, Sitwell raised his right hand and tapped rapidly on the watch screen.
That wasn't an ordinary smartwatch; it was an encrypted communication device distributed within Hydra.
Although it looks unremarkable on the surface and is no different from an ordinary mechanical watch, it actually has a built-in latest encrypted communication module.
What Sitwell had to do now was to type in a string of code that would never appear in any communication logs, with a dizzying flurry of finger clicks.
Then, as if talking to himself, he whispered to his watch:
"I am Sitwell. The plan is going smoothly; it has fallen into the trap... Now, let's begin the second phase of the operation."
He paused for half a second, then added, his voice tinged with a cold pleasure:
Let's create some panic.
Shortly after the words were spoken, the watch vibrated slightly, and a similarly low, androgynous voice, altered by a voice changer, responded:
"Understood. The attack is scheduled to begin in ten seconds. Please take cover. Over."