After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

In the end, despite the base's seemingly impenetrable appearance, they managed to get inside.

All this was thanks to Ron's extremely skillful and effortless unlocking spell.

Originally, because Tony was not present, Jarvis could only provide off-field assistance. Those who were unable to break through the wall with technical means were ready to resort to violence to smash the thick wall in front of them.

Even Jarvis' missiles were programmed and ready to go at the command.

Unexpectedly, Ron accidentally discovered a hidden door nearby.

He just waved the wand in his hand slightly out of curiosity and cast an unlocking spell. The door slowly opened with a slight click.

Faced with a door lock that could be opened so easily, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, feeling mixed emotions.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to marvel at the wizard's magic, or at the fact that the unlocking spell could actually crack this high-tech combination lock.

However, due to the fear that the research data would be deleted, these doubts were temporarily put aside.

And with their intrusion, the entire base has fallen into chaos and panic.

"Damn it! Why did the twins' abilities suddenly stop working? How is this possible?!"

Baron Stark stared wide-eyed at the two young men wearing strange smiling masks on the screen.

He judged from their figures that both men were young in age and frame.

But the methods they used were terrifying.

What people fear is always the unknown.

"Sir..." The assistant on the side tried to interrupt and wanted to report the current situation.

But at this time, Stark had no time to care about what others said. He bit his fingers nervously and muttered to himself, as if he was thinking about how to deal with the situation.

He completely ignored his assistant's questions and was immersed in deep anxiety and uneasiness.

He had long heard of this special group of wizards, especially after the New York battle that shocked the world.

Of course, the evil Hydra organization also began to turn its attention to this group of mysterious people.

However, regrettably, although Hydra sent a large number of people to track down these wizards, in the end they found nothing.

What's even more bizarre is that when the Hydra members who were sent out to carry out the mission were discovered, they all lost their memories.

This amnesia is extremely serious, even more thorough than the brainwashing methods Hydra usually uses. Their minds seem to have instantly turned into a completely blank place of nothingness.

"Sir..." one of the men spoke cautiously.

"Give them the weapons, and they won't delve into what we did... Yes, yes, yes! That's right!" Stark muttered to himself excitedly, his eyes flashing brighter and brighter.

"Sir...twins..." The assistant seemed to have something important to say. He looked embarrassed and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong? Didn't I say it's not time to send the twins to the battlefield yet?" Stark frowned slightly, looking a little impatient.

"No, sir, the problem is... the twins are missing." The assistant took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to tell this shocking news. His tone was extremely serious.

Hearing this, Stark turned around suddenly and took a closer look. The twins who were supposed to be standing there had disappeared without a trace, leaving only an empty space.

"What a bunch of disgusting scum!" Ron looked at the Hydra members who kept showing up with disdain.

Every time he saw someone showing his head, he would cast magic without hesitation to petrify them instantly, as relaxed and comfortable as if he was playing an exciting and fun game of whack-a-mole.

Although the process seemed easy and enjoyable, Ron felt a little tired after a while.

After all, the strength of these Hydra members is really similar. Such monotonous and repetitive battles made him gradually lose interest and feel extremely bored.

Subconsciously, Steve beside him suddenly reminded him, "Be careful with your language."

As soon as he said this, he seemed to realize that it was inappropriate and couldn't help showing a little embarrassment.

"Oops, sorry cheerleader, I will definitely pay attention next time~" Ron stuck out his tongue mischievously, winked at Steve playfully, and responded with a smile.

Hearing this, Barton and Thor beside them couldn't help but laugh out loud.

There are only four of them here, and their purpose is to capture Baron Stark.

Banner went to the data storage room with Einar and Brace early in the morning. They wanted to collect the data and bring it back to Stark Tower before those people deleted it.

Human experimentation...a word that Steve hated deeply and also filled him with complicated feelings.

The crowd continued to move forward, and when they passed a corner, another Hydra member who was ignorant of the danger suddenly rushed out.

Seeing this, Steve kicked the other person to the ground without thinking.

He happened to meet the eyes of Baron Stark who was running up the stairs.

Steve stared closely at the bald man in front of him, wearing a monocle, and spat out a few words through gritted teeth: "Baron Strucker, Hydra's number one villain!"

But perhaps because he had been with young people like Tony for too long, a strange thought involuntarily flashed through Steve's mind.

How come Strucker looks a bit like Nick Fury?

Is it because they are both bald?

Of course, this is not a good time to think about such questions. Steve quickly came to his senses and stared at Stark. He would not underestimate anyone, especially the members of Hydra.

At the same time, several other members of the Avengers had already quietly dispersed, forming a vague encirclement.

They each occupied a favorable position, their eyes fixed on Stark in the middle.

Faced with such a situation, Stark remained extremely calm.

However, beneath his seemingly calm face, his brain was actually working rapidly, thinking hard about how to successfully escape.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he spoke to Steve in a humorous tone, "Haha, if you have to give a definition, perhaps calling me a villain of S.H.I.E.L.D. would be more appropriate."

Steve, who was standing nearby, had no intention of chatting with him and retorted bluntly, "Stop talking nonsense! To be precise, you are not employed by anyone. Now, hand over Loki's scepter!"

You know, Tony always tells them that whether they are villains or heroes, they often make mistakes because they talk too much.

Let them meet the enemy without any nonsense, just catch them first.

Although this is a fallacy, it does make sense if you think about it carefully.

"Scepter? What scepter?" Baron Stark was really confused. He knew nothing about the scepter Steve mentioned.

He muttered to himself: He had been focusing on mutant research recently, so how could Loki's scepter be related to him? Could it be that the scepter was not in Loki's hands? Had it been taken by Hydra? How could he not know?

"What? Loki's scepter isn't with you? Then what's the energy source for these defensive measures you've set up?"

Thor widened his eyes and stared at Stark in disbelief, while frowning his thick eyebrows.

You know, he was determined to bring Loki and the scepter in his hand back to the realm of God.

Steve, who was standing aside, also stared at Stark. When he saw that the expression on the other's face did not seem to be deliberately disguised, he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

But at this time, whether Loki's scepter is really here is no longer the most important thing. The most urgent thing is to take Stark away safely first!

After all, they still have an important task to complete - to rescue the mutants who are suffering from inhumane human experiments.

Time was running out, and there was no extra energy to stay here and continue questioning Stark about the whereabouts of the scepter.

At this moment, Ron, who had been silent all this time, suddenly tilted his head slightly without any warning, and looked with interest at the dark corner where it was pitch black and pitch dark.

Although Steve was in a state of high alert, he still keenly caught Ron's seemingly insignificant action.

His heart suddenly tightened and an ominous premonition instantly came to his mind.

Without thinking too much, Steve attacked with lightning speed and knocked Stark to the ground cleanly.

Then he quickly turned to face the direction Ron was looking at, and like an indestructible fortress, he stood in front of Ron silently and unwaveringly.

In an instant, a deep blood-red energy rushed towards Steve's chest like an arrow.

The speed was so fast that no one present had time to react.

But this doesn't include Ron.

Ron flashed by and stood firmly in front of Steve in the blink of an eye.

Faced with the sudden attack, Ron did not panic at all and did not even make any defensive moves.

He simply raised his hand and said, "Imprison him quickly!"

As he finished speaking, a beam of white energy instantly shot out from his hand and headed straight towards the black shadow that suddenly appeared.

The black shadow obviously also noticed the magic attack released by Ron, but it was too late to dodge.

The most unexpected thing happened - when the powerful crimson energy was about to touch Ron's body, it was as if it encountered an indestructible invisible wall and was bounced back.

In the darkness, there were sounds of heavy falls and painful groans.

Ron's entire body emanated a layer of dazzling golden light, tightly enveloping him.

At the same time, Draco, who was originally chatting happily with others, suddenly frowned slightly for some reason. The smile on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant, replaced by a gloomy look.

"Mutants..."

Here, Steve and others watched the thrilling scene with their own eyes, their hearts almost jumping out of their throats.

Only after they discovered that Ron was unharmed did everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and their tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Steve was just about to open his mouth to scold Ron for his recklessness, but seeing this, Barton rushed forward and grabbed Ron's arm tightly, muttering something.

With his back to Steve, Barton kept winking at Ron.

Ron understood immediately and stood there pretending to be pitiful and helpless, letting Barton chatter on, and a painful expression gradually appeared on his face.

Steve felt sorry for Ron as he watched him suffer a fate worse than death, but he couldn't say anything more at this moment.

He calmed himself down, tried to calm himself down, and then walked slowly forward.

He looked closely and saw that the black shadow was lying there motionless.

Taking advantage of the lights that came on just in time after Jarvis took over the base, he took a closer look and found that the shadow seemed to be a woman?

However, she seemed to have fainted, with cold sweat on her head, her body curled up, trembling slightly, and looking a little painful.

"Hey, our little Ronald, it seems like he was doing something dangerous just now?" Blaise's frivolous voice was very recognizable, but it made Ron feel a chill down his spine.

"Brace, you guys are so quick. You copied the data so quickly?" Ron flattered Brace and talked about something else.

"Yeah, otherwise we wouldn't know how brave our Ronald is~" Blaise pinched Ron's face with a smile.

Ron smiled awkwardly and muttered softly, "Isn't this... handsome..."

"It's so cool, so cool that I want to go back and share it with Fred and George." Blaise snorted coldly, and Ron became anxious.

However, when Ron's eyes met Blaise's unquestionable gaze, he instantly understood in his heart - negotiations were prohibited.

Helpless, Ron had no choice but to break free from Blaise's arms with a sad face and drooped his head listlessly, as if the whole world had lost its color.

Even Einar and the figure behind him, floating in with limbs drooping like zombies, could not attract Ron's attention at this moment.

His mind was full of thoughts of George and Fred's growing talent for mischief.

The thought that they might create countless extremely embarrassing scenes for themselves in broad daylight and in full view of everyone, causing themselves to experience social death eight hundred times in just one day.

A deep sense of shame surged into my heart like a tide.

Blaise was just saying that out of anger. Seeing that the fiery red hair in Ron's imagination had turned gray, he couldn't bear it and pulled him into a corner to coax him.

The result was obvious. Ron became his happy and carefree self again.

Patton and the others were watching with great interest. When they saw that the show was over, they turned their attention to Einar and the figure behind him.

They didn't say anything, but just tilted their heads, expressing their confusion with their actions.

Who is this?