Stand User in Marvel Universe Chapter 162: Another big pot

Alexander Pierce finally had a look of horror on his face.

Because he suddenly thought that if the other party could perfectly look like him, it would mean that the other party could completely replace him and become the new director of SHIELD and the new leader of Hydra!

Mystique!

A name that was placed under key monitoring within SHIELD and whose files were encrypted and reddened suddenly appeared in his head.

In the files they specially set up for the mutant group, the mutant codenamed Mystique has the ability to not only perfectly transform into anyone's appearance, but also to include irises, fingerprints, skin texture, and voice. Various details and features can also be imitated perfectly, and the level of fear is even higher than that of its leader Magneto!

After a while, Alexander Pierce could move slowly. When 'himself' came over and put his chin back on, he said directly in pain: "You are violating S.H.I.E.L.D. by doing this. The agreement signed with the mutants, let me go now, and I can no longer pursue it."

What the hell?

Dio was stunned for a moment. Did he think of him as a mutant?

Then he immediately understood why the other party thought so, but didn't you see that the clothes on my body were so ill-fitting? Mystique can even change clothes and glasses by her own abilities.

While thinking about it, Dio changed back to his 'Sitwell' appearance, and then he didn't deny it, and said to himself: "I'll give you an account, transfer a billion dollars into it, and then we'll talk about it. Talk about other things."

With such a good opportunity, it would be really uncomfortable if he didn’t pay a sum of money, and what he was extorting was Hydra’s money. Even if the black-braised egg wanted to get it back afterwards, he could justifiably refuse!

It’s really exciting to think about how powerful a billion dollars can make him become.

What happened to the Africans? What's wrong with having a dark face?

In the face of powerful money making ability, this is nothing!

But Alexander Pierce refused without even thinking, "This is impossible. The current SHIELD simply does not have so much funds, and even if it does, it cannot be transferred to a private account. The International Security Council can SHIELD's financial status is monitored at all times. Once an abnormal transfer is discovered, the account will be frozen immediately and you will not get a penny."

Although what he said was convincing, Dio didn't believe his lies at all.

You must know that the period when Hydra developed most rapidly was when he was the director of SHIELD. So many secret bases were built around the world, so many personnel were secretly developed, and so many cutting-edge equipment were purchased. Scientific research equipment, where do these funds come from?

It can’t be because of his small salary, right?

You know with your buttocks, this guy must have a way to transfer the funds applied for by SHIELD through some means, and then invest them all in the development of Hydra.

Even Dio suspected that even if he gave up the position of director to Nick Fury, he would still have ways to secretly withdraw funds.

It's like a leech attached to a beast, strengthening itself while weakening the enemy. However, the paralyzed beast is still unaware of it, trying hard to absorb nutrients from the outside world so that the leech on its body can continue to **** blood.

A scream sounded out!

Dior broke off one of his fingers.

"Don't try to fool me. You have been doing something secretly in recent years, right? You know how much money has been transferred. Do you want to see how many dollars are in your account now?"

While speaking viciously, Dio held his second finger.

Alexander Pierce's face was twisted in pain. Seeing that the other party was not ready to let him go, he immediately shouted: "One hundred million! I have 100 million US dollars in my account, all for you!"

"If you were so happy, it would be over."

Dior smiled, then with a bang, he broke off one of his fingers.

"Remember to speak faster next time."

At this time, Alexander Pierce's painful face was covered with sweat, and he couldn't speak at all. He just held his wrist and his face was red, his head was on the ground, his eyes were full of viciousness.

A few minutes later, a laptop was placed in front of him. He was typing on it with a gloomy look on his face. The index and middle fingers of his right hand were curled up irregularly. Every time he tapped the keyboard, it hurt. The muscles on his face trembled, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

Soon, he logged into one of his bank accounts, and the amount on it was as he said before, a full 100 million US dollars!

Dior sighed, it was indeed a gold belt for murder and arson. In terms of making money quickly, it had to be this kind of costless business.

As a taxpayer, he pays so much tax every year, and all of it is stolen by this guy, so it shouldn't be too much for him to get it all back now, right?

"Transfer to this account."

Alexander took the note with a gloomy expression and began to operate it tremblingly.

What Dior didn’t know was that just when Alexander connected to the account, the camera on the laptop had already lit up, and the video was being transmitted at the same time...

When the computer displayed the message that the transfer was successful, instead of being happy, Dio narrowed his eyes.

"It seems that you think your life is not valuable. Don't tell me that you were nervous just now, so you missed a zero."

Account balance: 90 million US dollars.

Dior glanced at the display, then waited for Alexander to explain to him.

"This account has a maximum transfer limit. The maximum transfer limit is 10 million at a time. If it exceeds this limit, the bank will call to confirm. I didn't do this because I was afraid of causing misunderstanding. If you If you don’t believe it, I can transfer the remaining 90 million out at once.”

Alexander endured the pain in his hands and explained.

Dior looked at him deeply, and at this time he was not sure whether the old guy was lying to him or if it was true.

Dior thought for a moment and said: "Continue to transfer ~IndoMTL.com~ one at a time. If I find out what little tricks you are doing, I guarantee you will die in an ugly way."

Alexander did not continue the operation as he said, but said helplessly: "The transfer interval must be more than five minutes, otherwise the bank will still call to confirm."

So troublesome?

Dior always felt that he was lying, "I have the final say now, continue."

Alexander had no choice but to try the transfer again, but just after he slowly and laboriously entered the password, the screen showed not that the transfer was successful but that the account was frozen!

At the same time, his personal phone also rang.

"The bank must have discovered the abnormal operation on my side and called me to inquire."

Alexander put his cell phone on the table, keeping his hands away, as if avoiding suspicion, for fear of causing any misunderstanding.

(PS: After finishing these 5 updates today, my left hand cramped and I felt like a disabled person, so five.)