Chapter 199: Battle of the Turncoats
Somewhere deep within a S.W.O.R.D. base... A sudden swirl of green mist materialized out of nowhere. When the smoke dispersed, Baron Zemo an
Somewhere deep within a S.W.O.R.D. base...
A sudden swirl of green mist materialized out of nowhere. When the smoke dispersed, Baron Zemo and his villainous entourage stood inside the facility.
The massive doors were tightly shut behind them.
Not a single soul in sight.
Only the constant hum of ventilation fans echoed throughout the silent corridors. Dim white lights flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows across the metal floors. The entire place felt less like a headquarters and more like... a trap. A cage built specifically for unwelcome guests like them.
Zemo could feel it deep in his bones—from the moment he stepped foot in the base, unease gripped him like a vice. His instincts screamed danger.
"I don’t sense any signs of life," Amora said, frowning. "There’s a faint magical barrier in place... It’s like we’ve walked straight into a trap."
All eyes turned to Eddie Brock.
After all, he was the one who had provided the intel. He had brought them here.
"There’s no mistake," Venom growled, his voice deep and monstrous. "This is S.W.O.R.D.’s headquarters. Our boss, Gene, is into magic too. It’s totally normal for a place like this to have enchantments. And high alert? That’s just standard protocol, right?"
"Then why don’t you explain to me what the hell this place really is?" Zemo’s voice dropped into a deadly calm. "We came here to strike, not to wander around an empty base."