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During the time when Arkham Sanatorium was not accepting patients, Schiller applied for the renovation of the building used for the sanatorium. The reason it was renovation instead of transformation or reconstruction was because the building was a historical and cultural protected building.

This old bank had been around for quite some time. Even before Wall Street became a bustling economic center, this ambitious banker chose this place as his headquarters.

After years of wind and rain, the high-rise buildings on Wall Street gradually piled up during the morning and evening, and the flow of people and traffic increased. When the golden age arrived, this bank, like all buildings, radiated prosperity.

But as the financial center shifted, Wall Street became increasingly desolate, and this old bank became more and more dilapidated.

Schiller liked things with a sense of history, but that didn't mean he could accept that 9 out of 10 faucets didn't work and one was filled with rust.

This renovation mainly focused on the internal water and electricity supply systems, as well as the painting and protection of the walls and floors. After the renovation, Schiller returned to his office, where nothing had changed, but the core was different. For example, he could finally use a higher wattage light bulb and the washbasin in the small bathroom in the lounge could also be used.

In addition, many things were preserved, such as the old telephone with a 20th-century style. Schiller generously gave Strange a discount from the Krypton Dream Coin package and obtained the "technology of a phone that can communicate across worlds," along with a magic version of anti-tracking technology.

In the evening office, Schiller stood in front of the telephone table at the door and said into the phone, "Yes, I am the doctor."

"You don't have to be polite with me. I guess you are tinkering with a strange machine right now, trying to use it to track my cell phone signal. But let me tell you, you're wasting your effort."

"Don't use a silly smile to cover up your embarrassment right now. Turn around and take a look at your other screen. Tell me, what does it show?"

A cold voice came from the other end, "Don't think that we can't trace your address..."

"Call me back when you find my address."

With that, Schiller hung up the phone but still stood in front of the table without leaving. Two seconds later, the phone rang again.

"Hello, I'm a doctor," Schiller's opening line remained unchanged. The person on the other end seemed to sigh slightly and said, "Doctor, I admit that you are a capable guy. I didn't expect Pierce, that old fox who is good at maintaining the status quo, could produce an extreme faction like you."

"That's the second funniest thing I've heard this year. Before you call me an extremist, can you change your German accent first?"

The person on the other end didn't seem to want to follow Schiller's line of thought. He didn't care about Schiller's suggestive words and changed the subject, "Doctor, do you know that targeting important figures in the same region as you has caused dissatisfaction from headquarters?"

"So what?"

"I ask you to immediately stop your actions, be silent, and wait for the headquarters' investigators."

"You have no right to investigate me." Schiller firmly rejected the other person's proposal and said, "I'm just getting rid of some dead weight for the organization."

The other person's tone remained unchanged and didn't seem angry about Schiller's attitude. He said emotionlessly, "If you find any irregularities, you need to submit a report to headquarters and get approval. Then there will be specialized supervisors to handle it..."

Schiller switched the phone to the other side and said, "Do you want to listen to their irregularities first?"

"...What?"

Schiller put down the phone, turned around, took out a document from the bookshelf next to him, and said, "Evan Brown, former member of Congress, important official of the Department of Finance, member of the Federal Reserve Board, chief of the Internal Revenue Service collection..."

"At the same time, he is also one of us, in charge of all financial matters in Hydra's New York State district."

"Is there a problem with him?"

"He's a KGB agent, and one from the Soviet era."

The person on the other end fell silent.

Schiller turned a page and said, "Marbury Cueto, I don't want to talk about his resume, but I don't quite understand why you dare to recruit someone who graduated from Trinity College, Cambridge?"

"Sophia Smith has had 25 medical records in Moscow."

"Hans Todd vacationed in Saint Petersburg 12 times in one year."

"Domi Nick Johnson raised a Siberian Forest cat..."

"Wait a minute." The person on the other end couldn't help interrupting, "A forest cat counts?"

"I saw in the supervisory manual that any clues related to leftist tendencies must be reported. In December 1977, the organization in New York reported 67 suspected clues related to cats and dogs, and 66 members' pets were identified as having Russian bloodlines and were investigated and dealt with."

The person on the other end fell silent again.

"You and I should both understand that this is just a means of internal struggle within their organization, and this excuse is very useful." The person on the other end seemed to also reveal his true intentions and said, "I know you want to get rid of those who are blocking your path to the top, but this time you have gone too far, missing so many important people at once, it will cause the organizational structure to collapse."

"So, did it collapse?"

The person on the other end fell silent again.

"This is the funniest joke I've heard this year. I eliminated more than 30 important Hydra infiltrators in New York, and nothing happened."

"The operation of the organization was not affected in the slightest. On the contrary, after losing 67% of personnel, expenses in the entire New York district decreased by more than 40%, but work efficiency doubled."

The person on the other end had been silent since the last time he spoke. Finally, Schiller said, "I guess you called me without the approval of headquarters."

"But as you said, we both know who is dragging down Hydra now. Those people who have come from the last century still hold onto their rigid rules, but times have changed."

"They tell the new generation, 'You can't do this,' 'You can't do that,' 'You must do it our way.' But the fact is that they have never succeeded in any period of history."...

"Their proudest achievement was killing the representative of the American spirit, Captain America, but you should already have heard the news that Captain America is still alive. Not only that, there's also Spider-Man, Iron Man, and they even formed a hero team that's causing chaos for us."

"What do you want?" the person on the other end asked.

"If you're in Germany, then mind your own business and don't come to me."

"Do you know Hydra Lady?" the person on the other end suddenly asked. Schiller paused for a moment and said, "Of course I know."

"You have touched her interests, and she should be coming to trouble you soon."

The person on the other end's tone became serious, "I don't know if you have dealt with this kind of thing before, but I have to tell you, Hydra Lady has powers beyond that of ordinary people. Not Captain America's physical strength, but a more mysterious magic power."

"Some say she made a deal with a devil and gained the ability to live forever. The most terrifying thing is that she can poison people."

"You'd better not think that we can't find you. She may not be able to harm you, but I advise you to be cautious."

"You don't have to beat around the bush with me." Schiller interrupted him and said, "At the beginning, you wanted to find out my address because if you knew where I was, you could sell me to Hydra Lady and get a substantial reward from her."

"But you found that you couldn't find me, so you think that in the confrontation between me and Hydra Lady, I have a chance to win. You choose to bet on both sides, to please her and appease me."

"If I'm not mistaken, there's another phone on your desk, probably on your left or above your left hand, with the number already dialed. Once my address appears on the screen in front of you, you will immediately dial that phone and tell the person on the other end the address."

Schiller suddenly changed the topic and said, "Do you like Siberian Forest cats?"

The other side remained silent for several tens of seconds before answering, "No."

"I quite like them. I think they're cute. If necessary, I can talk to people who share my hobby."

After speaking, Schiller hung up the phone, but he didn't leave. After two seconds, the phone rang again. The person on the other end finally couldn't maintain his calm and composed tone. He said, "I advise you not to do that. You're harming others and not benefiting yourself. Do you think they will spare you?"

"Will Hydra Lady spare me?"

The other side had already been silent for who knows how many times, but the questions that Schiller threw out always made him feel unable to answer. He took a deep breath and said, "I will go and talk to Ophelia..."

Schiller calmly said, "You can't talk to her because she won't even acknowledge you. You're just a pitiful beggar looking for a handout in her eyes."

"You can't give me any advice, and you have no right to advise me. The outcome between us has nothing to do with you. No matter who wins, you will be the one who is swallowed up."

"What you need to do now is to hang up the phone, turn off the screen, give up those ambitions and thoughts that are hovering in your mind but are out of reach, and hide back in your dark and narrow nest, waiting to die."...

After speaking, Schiller hung up the phone, then walked back to his desk. After a while, he took out his phone and called Sanctum Sanctorum. The receptionist on the other end politely said, "Dear guest Mr. Rodriguez, may I help you transfer to Supreme Sorcerer?"

"No, I hope you can help me investigate a Hungarian woman named Ophelia, codenamed Hydra Lady, also known as Viper. Who is her contractor? Can you contact her now?"

"Can you provide some basic information about her? It may be a bit difficult to find demon gods from the contractor. You may need to wait a while."

"It should be a demon god related to destruction, destruction, and darkness. In addition, she is immortal and good at making poison."

"Please wait a moment."

After a pleasant waiting tone, the receptionist on the other end said, "Hello, we have already found out that her contractor should be the Great Shadow Chthon, whom we just contacted for preliminary cooperation."

"You've also signed Chthon?"

"Just with initial intentions of cooperation. The specific matters will be communicated by Scarlet Witch Wanda."

"Where is she now?"

"On an air island in the Andromeda Galaxy, and she is expected to return in a week."

"Please help me contact her. I have some business to discuss."

"Okay, please wait."

After another waiting tone, a pleasant female voice came from the other end, "Hello, I'm Wanda."

Schiller said to the voice on the phone, "Hello, Miss Wanda, I am Schiller Rodriguez, and also the overall person in charge of Hydra's New York State district."

"I have some business to discuss with you."

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