Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

"This land will definitely have spring flowers blooming next year!"

After standing in front of a big tree and watering, Roland pulled up his pants and inserted them into his waist with satisfaction: "I am the best at fertilizing. Caring for nature starts with me!"

Roland himself couldn't remember how many people were buried in the soil. In short, there were two or three people buried in the ground, which could be regarded as helping to reduce the burden on Hydra.

However, this group of guys was indeed a bit beyond Roland's expectations. Each one of them was as tough as a stone, and they had all the physiological reactions. Some people were scared to tears, and some were so scared that they were incontinent. But these guys were crying while Roland was really confused as he gritted his teeth.

This is not just simple brainwashing, this thinking is stamped as yes.

Fortunately, after the number increased, there was always a special one. After Roland told him a story, a tough-looking guy conscientiously became the first person willing to communicate with him, and Roland finally didn't have to. Asking a person to listen to the slogan once, so Roland was moved and grateful, but he didn't treat him like others. Not only did he give him the doorless basement he had worked so hard to build, but he also generously gave him everything he had obtained from the Hydra base. All the tools that came out were also given to him.

Dig, dig the soil first and then the foundation. He is a hydra and there is always a way to dig it out from the ground.

"Digging and digging in the small dungeon~ Burying the dead of Hydra~ A flower with nine heads blooms~"

Humming a song and moving his legs, Roland took out various equipment from the only backpack he took with him and equipped himself with it. Finally, he put on the gas mask and put it together!

I looked at the top of my head. The moon was sparse and there were a few stars of hard snow blowing down from the top of the mountain. It was pretty good. Let’s take care of it today.

"I'm coming~~!"

Jumping and jumping, Roland jumped down from the rocky mountainside towards the Hydra base below!

There is no umbrella, no rope, and no protection measures, but there is a hanger and an external hanger.

"ROOM!"

When the person was in mid-air and about to hit the defense device on the roof, a vaguely visible translucent cover with Roland as the center quickly lifted up. The next second, there was a strange cry, and the passerby who had just been standing in the corridor appeared. In the air, he hit the outer wall defense with his head. After a series of electric sparks, he was familiar with it.

As for Roland, after using his strength to roll and release his force, he stood where the unlucky guy was standing just now, like pulling out a carrot.

He was face to face with another dumbfounded guy.

"Hello~"

"have……!"

Silver light flashed across, and the broken shouts suddenly stopped. Roland kept walking and continued walking slowly. Behind him, headless corpses were leaning against the wall, sitting in a slumped heap.

"Oops, which way are you coming from? He told me...ah! It's that building over there! You're in the wrong direction!"

Lying on the window sill, Roland threw his hands away angrily and immediately ran towards the passage on the other side.

But what they encountered was a well-equipped and well-prepared team.

Raising his head, Roland saw the camera in the corner.

"How come Conan never encounters this kind of thing? Hello, hello."

As soon as he waved his hand, there was a loud gunshot, and the bullet hit Roland's right hand. He was so frightened that he jumped behind the structural column next to him.

Then, after several similar gunshots, the lights on the floor were turned off, leaving only the red and green flashing light from the backup light source.

"He's indeed here! He's right here! Watch the surveillance for yourself!"

Behind the team, hiding behind the blast shield, an old man shouted into the communicator at the top of his lungs: "Get everyone here! Everyone! Fak! I mean everyone!"

"But……"

After the communicator made several noisy sounds, the voice finally became clear: "...He's not there! He can't be seen on the surveillance camera!"

"Impossible! I saw him jump with my own eyes..."

"Fake! Behind, behind, behind!"

"what?!"

"Farke! He is behind you!"

"Yes. I'm behind you."

"you……"

puff!

The tip of the knife pierced the back of his head, pushing up his helmet. Roland pushed his chin and pulled out the long knife that had been pierced into his mouth. He looked at the nine men who stopped shooting and turned around to look at him with incredulous eyes. The head snakes slowly raised their other hand.

"Long live Hydra...?"

Gunshots rang out!

…………

"Oh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die...Oh, it hurts, it hurts!"

In the darkness, Roland leaned against the wall, grinning while applying medicine and bandages on himself.

It must be said that these Hydras are trained and brainwashed every day. Not only do they have strong fighting ability and literacy, but they also have the stupidity to do nothing but not be afraid of death.

Roland had just killed a team, and before the blood was wiped off, another team came over. There was more and more blood on the ground, and the people lying on the ground were also one after another, but the number of people on the other side was not less, but more and more. More and more!

Roland admitted that his judgment was somewhat wrong. He originally thought that after these days of "pranks", the Hydra in the base would have been frightened and lost their combat effectiveness. This was what he heard from the people he invited back to the basement as guests. The news is indeed true.

But Roland didn't expect that the Hydra here was so cruel. They actually put the remaining people through high-pressure training and brainwashing and corporal punishment. After such a strengthening process, Roland felt that these guys were no different from beasts.

The outcome of the battle speaks volumes.

Although Roland was fierce enough, he was still seriously injured. Not to mention how many bones were broken, even the bulletproof vest was smashed. If it weren't for his ability to borrow someone else's to wear at any time, he would have been able to support him at this moment. He couldn't help but run away.

"If I had known earlier, I would have been better off playing assassination. If I had to pretend to be this, luckily, luckily no one else would see it, otherwise I would be embarrassed."

After breathing for a while and having enough rest, Roland got up again. The matter was not finished yet, but he had fought and escaped, and now he didn't know where he was.

"Forget it, go where it's dark over there, go behind that wall!"

Needless to say, although it sounds a bit ridiculous, in fact, Roland's simple pathfinding method is still very useful in the current situation.

This is the base of Hydra. What Hydra is best at is digging and hiding things.

So, while sipping sports drinks, he stabbed himself with needles. Adrenaline is very useful. Roland opened and closed the cover of the surgical fruit. He was not tired at all, but his eyes were a little dark. .

"Ugh... Uh, I can't do it, I can't do it anymore. Even an Iron Man can't handle playing like this. I'll take a break. Take a rest... Eh? This..."

In the end, Roland couldn't hold it anymore, so he leaned against the window and vomited. He just thought about taking a rest, but if that didn't work, he'd better leave today. When he came back tomorrow, he turned around and saw a huge figure at the end of the corridor behind him. iron gate.

"This thing looks so thick!"

No, right here?

"You'll know after you try it."

ROOM!

With a sudden sound, Roland disappeared on this side of the iron gate and appeared in front of a huge...

In a glass jar?

"What kind of place is this, a fish tank?"

"you……"

"Ahhhh——! Ghost!!"

Roland, who used to scare people every day, was so frightened by the female voice that suddenly appeared behind him that he suddenly disappeared again.

On the same spot, the woman with long red hair slowly retracted her fingers and looked at her fingertips: "It doesn't look fake..."

"Ah——! Hahahahahaha, hum!"

The woman was also frightened by the sudden appearance of the voice again.

With red thread-like energy lingering on her fingertips, the red-haired woman slowly turned around.

I saw a man in tatters and wearing half a gas mask, standing not far away with his arms folded and his head tilted.

"I don't know you. Who are you."

"But I know you."

Roland smiled happily and took a step forward: "Hello, my name is Roland."

Update time, what do you think of this situation now, or do you have any suggestions?