[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

— the unlovable, abandoned little Grant.

The bright red mouth opened and closed.

It awakened the fear that had been suppressed in the deepest part of the body by the agent.

— my little soldier.

Those dark green eyes narrowed slightly.

Pin the agent's body firmly in place.

Grant Bartook's fingers trembled involuntarily.

In fact, it's not just fingers.He didn't know that his whole body was trembling at this moment.

Like a winter dog.

"Grant?"

The woman standing not far away was still looking at him.

The glamorous woman had his most familiar, indifferent, casual smile on the corner of her mouth, and those beautiful dark green eyes locked on to him, taking everything into his eyes, slowly surrounding and tightly entangled.

"Why don't you speak?"

She asked.

"Batuk? Who did you meet? How many people are on the opposite side?"

Natasha Romanov's voice sounded from the communication headset.It was like a thunderbolt splitting the soul of Mr. Agent.

"Whoever you meet, hold on for a while. I haven't found Tony yet."

"..."

Grant Bartuk clenched his fists violently and called out in a low voice.

"......lady."

"I thought you'd turn around and run away."

Lady Hydra was very interested, and her smile deepened.

"Why, little Grant really wants to be a hero, dedicate himself, and protect that tin can behind him?"

Grant Bartook held his breath.

His heart beat like a drum beating against his body, vibrating and humming, his blood flowed rapidly in his blood vessels, he summoned up his courage, and slowly opened his mouth——

"Grant... my little Grant... how did you forget again, you're a little monster?"

Lady Hydra sighed softly without waiting for the young man in front of her to speak.

"Remember Duke?"

—Duke.

My heart throbbed violently.

The blood flowing in Grant Bartuk's body was completely frozen.

"You killed her, remember?"

The woman with dark green hair and dark green military uniform stood there, hissing.

Her body is lean and straight, relaxed and stretched.She casually used her right leg as a supporting leg to stand obliquely, even though Grant Bartook was holding a rifle in his hand, she didn't pay attention to him at all.The tall warriors of Hydra stood behind her in full armor, but they were not as attractive as her casual hands on hips.

Also more dangerous.

Since then, she hasn't moved even a step, but her upper and lower lips touch each other lightly.

"You killed her, no one forced you, it was your own choice."

would destroy the courage that Grant Bartook had worked so hard to build up.

"Grant Bartook, you are no hero... cowardly, selfish, dark, disloyal—"

Lady Hydra said slowly.

"—what do you think you are?"

The muzzle aimed at the woman trembled violently.

The agent could no longer hold on to anything, and the gun in his hand slowly slipped and fell to the ground.

"...a gutter rat worse than a dog."

Madame Hydra sneered, and no longer gave even a sliver of charity to the agent who was languishing on the ground.

She raised her chin, and the soldiers standing behind her immediately swarmed up, ran towards the direction where Grant Bartuk was standing, passed by the agent with a stiff body, and kept heading towards the direction where the steel armor fell chase.

Only Grant Bartook remained.

And Lady Hydra walking towards him.

"Grant Bartook?"

Ten years ago.

On the training ground of the Hydra training base.

The lonely and arrogant young man was thrown into the ground time and time again, his face was covered with blood, but he got up stubbornly time and time again.

"Again!"

he shouted viciously.

The woman with dark green hair stood on the observation corridor above, and was attracted by this roar.

"Tall and great warrior...is a good name."

She looked down and clenched her fists condescendingly, her eyes fixed on the young man opposite her like a lone wolf, and she raised her eyebrows as she watched the young man being overturned to the ground again because of his lack of experience.

"Where did you find the little wolf cub? Bartuk?"

"It's a child of my brother's family."

George Bartuk stands beside Lady Hydra.

"He's the one in the middle. The older one is too smart, and the younger one is very obedient. He can't learn to act like a baby, so he is not very popular with my brother's family."

"Again——!"

Grant Bartook below yells.

"let me guess......"

Madame Hydra leaned against the railing, resting her chin with her hands, and pursed the corners of her lips.

"Juvenile reformatory?"

"Yes, because of mob fighting."

George Batuk glanced at the boy who refused to give up.

"He volunteered to join Hydra, so I adopted him."

"A—gain!"

Grant Batuk, who refused to admit defeat, shouted again.

This shout exhausted the last bit of strength in his whole body, and before the end of the sound, the young man couldn't bear it any longer and fell to the ground with his feet limp, and passed out.

The woman couldn't help laughing when she saw it.

"I like him."

She stretched out her neatly manicured fingers painted with dark green nail polish, and tapped the embarrassed young man lying on the ground like a dead dog.

"Send him to my training ground."

Lady Hydra was recruited into Hydra by the great leader Red Skull.

Before entering Hydra, she was a mercenary, a terrorist, a high-level spy, and a strategist.She has been the leader of several criminal organizations and is still adept at running them to this day.She even connected multiple groups together to work for herself, and she has a very high reputation in the dark world.

Once inside Hydra, she seized the power of Baron Sterak with thunderous means, firmly holding the second position of Hydra in her hands.She is entrenched over the entire east coast of the United States, becoming a shadow of terror that lingers above the prosperity and does not know when it will be suppressed.

She is proficient in firearms, fighting and sabotage techniques, and also possesses the pinnacle of espionage and lurking techniques, and is also a master trainer that no one in Hydra has surpassed so far.

"You know me well."

At this time, this shrewd and powerful woman was leaning against the edge of the table, with her arms spread out on both sides, and her hands pressed on the table, smiling at the young boy who was standing at the door, not daring to move.

"Have you been beaten by them before you came here?"

Upon hearing this, Grant Batuk immediately turned his head uncomfortably, hiding the bruises on his forehead and the corners of his mouth in the shadow that the woman could not see.

"No need to hide."

Lady Hydra straightened up, walked towards the young boy who had grown up gradually, and gently but still firmly broke his head bit by bit.

"Not everyone can enter my training ground, so there are always some dogs who are unwilling to be left out and bark. This is a symbol of honor, which means that you are different from them..."

The woman spoke slowly, and a soft but very alluring neigh snaked into the boy's ears.

"...you are valuable, you are more important."

Grant Bartuk's eyes widened in astonishment, his face loosened.

"I will make you stronger."

The hand attached to his cheek slid to his injured forehead, the rough and dry touch was extremely reassuring.

"You will become the focus of attention, their fear itself. No one will ignore you, they dare not ignore you, they will follow you closely, listen to every word you say, and have no eyes for others anyone……"

Whether it's ignoring, or punching, or taunting, or belittling, it won't repeat itself to you.

"Hydra welcomes everyone who is lost."

The snake got into his head.

"This is your home."

Feeling the warmth of the hand gently touching the wound, the young man trembled in the corner of the woman's raised mouth. From body to heart, he knelt down softly under the dark green pupils.

"Yes, Madam!"

With tears all over his face, he shouted with a sincere heart and rolling blood.

"very good."

Lady Hydra smiled.

"Then, welcome home."

Lady Hydra's training ground is not the same as the boot training ground where Grant Bartook once stayed.

"Do you understand? The only requirement I have for my subordinates is: obey any of my orders unconditionally."

The woman with long dark green hair hooked the whip randomly with her hands, and the military boots filled with metal sheets hit the ground bit by bit, bit by bit, "da, da, da", accurately hitting the interval of everyone's heartbeat.

Her voice was not loud, and her height was inconspicuous in front of a group of tall, burly and outstanding men, but no one dared to make a sound, and even tried to hold her breath.

Because of the loud breathing, he would be torn to the ground accurately by the cold whip.

"Remember my voice. Don't use your head, use your body, bones, every drop of blood, and every nerve to remember."

the woman hissed.

"Then, act immediately."

The boys looked at each other, and didn't immediately understand the meaning of these words, until they realized——

—Madame can appear anywhere.

Training ground, cafeteria, lounge, fitness room, archives, dormitory, and even a bathhouse.

"Do it! kids!"

She would always say it with a smile.

At first, there were one, two, three wooden people. As long as she gave the call, everyone had to stop all movements, including expressions, even blinking.

This is followed by immediate cessation of breathing.

Then there are more complex commands.

And punching.

draw the knife.

shot.

kill.

Madame never gets angry.Even when her boys fall short of training or make mistakes, instead of showing angry faces, she just keeps laughing.Her smile wasn't sarcastic, nor was it a stylized standard smile. She just thought it was funny, so she laughed from the bottom of her heart.

...as for what is interesting.

"Snapped--"

"What's wrong, stand up!"

The heavy and cold steel whip flicked impatiently, "You are worse than a dog! Dogs are more obedient than you! Stand up!"

She will whip reprimands and orders into your flesh.

If you make a bigger mistake, you'll get some alone time with your wife.

for a week.

...in the lady's room.

There is a special closed room in the madam's room, which was carefully arranged by the madam.Very soft, linen wrapped all around and top and bottom, filled with plump, elastic styrofoam particles.It's very comfortable, and you don't want to get up when you lie on it.The back of the soft padding is covered with sound-absorbing panels, no matter how noisy the outside is, no sound can be heard in the room.Even the temperature is specially adjusted to the level where you will feel warm in the training clothes.The air purification cycle device works continuously to ensure that the environment in the room is always as fresh as nature.As soon as the ambient light is turned off, the whole room is plunged into darkness without a single disturbing light.If you suffer from insomnia, there are embedded speakers around the room, which will play the voice of your wife reading aloud.Mrs. has learned hypnosis and how to control her voice.When she reads aloud, she will slow down her voice softly, and when you listen to it, you will fall into a sleep of ignorance.

Madam said that such a beautiful and reassuring environment is to prevent her important little family members from getting sick when they stay here.

Grant Bartook has been in a few times.

At the beginning of a week, the wife turned off the switch that controlled the light in the room and turned on the stereo.

"Remember my voice...

"Don't use your head, use your body, use your bones, use every drop of blood...

"Every nerve to remember...

"Be obedient..."

A week later, the lady turned off the playback, slowly turned on the lights, walked into the room, and gently stroked the broken and crying boy.

"My little Grant, my sweet little soldier."

She hugged Grant Bartuk's head, comforting the boy's crumbling and twitching body with her hands over and over again, her low and gentle voice penetrated into the boy's body, soaking in the boy's soul.

"Be obedient, be obedient."

she said patiently.

— Be obedient.

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