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"But...we are all ordinary people,"

A middle-aged man who looked a little hesitant said.

"We don't know how to hijack a plane, let alone how to fly one..."

Matthäus gave a reassuring smile.

"My friend, that's not a problem. I know some veterans who, like us, are filled with hatred for Eagle Sauce."

"They are willing to provide us with professional training, teaching us how to fight, how to use weapons, and even... how to fly a plane."

He looked around at everyone and said in a more resolute tone, "As long as you have determination and courage, nothing is impossible!"

"Those deceased relatives are watching us, waiting for us to avenge them! We cannot let them down!"

"Anyone who is willing to participate in this operation can follow me now!"

Mateus announced loudly.

Alcohol and hatred are terrible catalysts. Under Mateus's skillful incitement, most of the people in the bar stood up and expressed their willingness to join this crazy plan.

They encouraged and encouraged each other, as if they were about to embark on a sacred expedition.

Mateus watched all this with satisfaction.

He led the men out of the bar, through several dim alleys, and into an abandoned warehouse.

In the warehouse, several men with stern faces and agile bodies were already waiting.

They are indeed veterans, but their allegiance is not to these Avengers, but to Perseus.

"Starting today, they will teach you all the necessary skills."

Mateus said to the crowd, then turned to the "instructors".

"I'll leave these people to you."

After saying this, he turned and left the warehouse, ignoring the grateful and admiring gazes of the Avengers.

He walked into a secluded alley and there was no one around.

He pulled a damp cloth from his pocket and began wiping his face.

As the disguise was removed, the ordinary middle-aged man's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a face with sharp edges and sharp eyes - it was the KGB's top agent, "Odysseus".

A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was no sympathy or mercy in his eyes, only the coldness of having completed the task.

He took out a micro communicator and whispered:

"Athena, this is Owl. The fish has been hooked. The first phase of the 'Sword of Punishment' project has been successfully completed."

"They will soon be qualified 'Spirit of Vengeance'."

Perseus's deep voice came from the other end of the communicator.

"Very well, Odysseus. Keep going as planned. Make sure they are in the right place at the right time, doing the right things."

"The arrogance of the Eagle Sauce needs to be burned with its own flames."

"Understood," Odysseus replied briefly, then cut off the communication.

He looked up at the sky. The rain had stopped, but the dark clouds still did not disperse.

This sleepy European town is about to become the starting point of a bigger storm.

And he, Odysseus, was just an insignificant pawn in this storm, carrying out the will from a higher level.

He glanced again at the direction of the warehouse where the Avengers were, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the coldness of a professional agent.

He turned and blended into the shadows of the city, continuing on to his next mission.

In the following weeks, those ordinary people driven by hatred and despair began arduous and brutal training under the guidance of those "veterans".

They learned fighting techniques, how to use simple weapons, and how to subdue rebels in confined spaces.

Some of them even started using flight simulators to learn the basic operations of controlling large passenger aircraft.

Hatred is the best teacher and despair is the greatest motivation.

These ordinary people who were once powerless mastered skills that ordinary people could hardly imagine in just a few weeks.

Their eyes became more and more determined and more and more crazy.

They no longer live for themselves, but for revenge.

Odysseus watched all this secretly to make sure that the plan went as planned.

He skillfully guides the emotions of these people, constantly strengthening their hatred, while giving them hope and encouragement at critical moments.

He is like a skilled puppeteer, controlling the fate of these Avengers.

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At the same time, the control of public opinion in the United States also reached its peak.

All voices questioning the "Red Light Project" were suppressed, and all journalists who tried to reveal the truth were "warned" to varying degrees.

The US government has successfully portrayed the protests in Europe as "violent acts by a small number of extremists" and blamed the "incitement of external forces."

The domestic public knows very little about the tragedy that occurred in Europe, and even if they know something, most of them believe the official statement of the government.

President Howell also seemed to have recovered from his initial fury and frustration, and he began to believe that he had successfully controlled the situation.

In his view, those European protesters are just a mob and will soon succumb to the strong pressure from the Eagle Sauce.

He didn't know that a more terrible storm was brewing.

A group of ordinary people whom he regarded as "ignorable" are being sharpened for revenge under the careful planning of his enemies, preparing to deal him a fatal blow one day in the future.

In that abandoned warehouse, the training continued. Every punch, every block, every simulated hijacking was filled with the Avengers' deep hatred for the Eagle Sauce.

They have only one goal - to make the Americans pay for their crimes in the most brutal way possible.

Jaroslaw was beaten black and blue during a combat training session, but he didn't care.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with crazy pleasure: "Excellent! Come again! I want to become stronger! I will personally break the necks of those hawkish bastards!"

Sophia repeatedly practiced how to control the direction of the plane on the flight simulator.

She is thin, but her eyes are extremely firm.

She imagined herself flying a plane into skyscrapers that symbolized American power and wealth, avenging her dead husband.

Under the guidance of Odysseus, these former victims are gradually falling into the abyss of terrorism.

They thought they were pursuing justice, but they didn't know that they had already become tools of revenge in the hands of others.

Odysseus looked at the changes in these people without any ripples in his heart.

To him, these people were just pawns in a plan, their fates already determined.

The success or failure of the plan is the only thing he cares about.

He knew that when these chess pieces were finally placed on the chessboard, the whole world would be shaken.

It would be an unprecedented attack, one that would change the world.

And he, Odysseus, would be one of the architects behind this attack.

He looked up at the western sky, which was the direction of Eagle Sauce.

He seemed to have seen the skyscrapers collapsing in flames and heard the terrified screams of the American people.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of anticipation for the coming chaos and destruction.

"Soon," he whispered to himself, "soon you will taste the bitter fruit of your own making."

At this moment, the US is still immersed in the arrogance and confidence of a superpower, and is completely unaware of the impending disaster.

Their powerful propaganda machine is still running, their military forces are still spread across the globe, and they think they have successfully suppressed all opposition.

But what they don’t know is that once the seeds of hatred are sown, they will take root and sprout in the darkest corners, and eventually grow into towering trees that are powerful enough to devour everything.

And those ordinary people who are regarded as ants by them will also burst out with unimaginable destructive power once they are forced into desperate situations.

As the night deepened, the sounds of training in the abandoned warehouse did not stop.

Those souls twisted by hatred and despair are making final preparations for an earth-shaking "feat".

They don't know their fate or who is taking advantage of them.

All they know is that they want revenge, no matter the cost.