[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

"Should I say... as expected of Captain America."

Baron Zemo, standing on the observation deck, watched condescendingly as a group of people rushed into S.H.I.E.L.D. and disappeared at the door. He whispered inexplicably, and turned to ask the adjutant behind him.

"Three-quarters of the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. is ours—but we can't even seal a door?"

"No... there are that many people."

The adjutant looked distressed and hesitated.

Baron Zemo frowned upon hearing this.

"What, where did everyone go?"

"They were all taken away by Madam."

The adjutant replied in a low voice.

"......It was taken?"

"Madam not only took away her direct troops, but also took away at least half of Hydra's personnel stationed in S.H.I.E.L.D. In the center, there are still some areas where SHIELD agents resisted extremely fiercely and concentrated. They all need manpower, and the Hydra members left in SHIELD cannot be dispatched at all. And some agents in SHIELD seem to have been prepared for a long time. The sixth-level agent Charles Lester and Level [-] Agent Ralph Evanton had secretly assembled a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents."

The adjutant said with some difficulty.

"Actually... we were the ones who were caught off guard."

"Charles Lester and Ralph Evanton? The two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who went to the mobile satellite launch platform with the captain before? I remember that the Hydra soldiers who participated in that mission all died in Celebe In the hands of those lunatics?"

After getting an affirmative answer from the adjutant, Baron Zemo thoughtfully tapped on the railing with his fingertips.

"Ophelia Sarkistan... that woman... no wonder she retreated so quickly."

He narrowed his eyes and slowly pronounced the name of Lady Hydra, judging with certainty.

"She already knew."

He had doubts before: that shrewd woman who refused to suffer, was arrogant and full of control. Even if he threatened her with the command authority of the New York branch, she would never obey his orders obediently.

Ophelia Sarkistan must have known something a long time ago and deliberately concealed it so as to trip him up.As long as it can make him stumble hard, even if he is severely punished afterwards, it doesn't matter, and it can even be said that he is extremely happy.

He was too eager - this step was wrong from the beginning.

"That woman..."

He must be gloating somewhere now, ready to watch his fun.

Baron Zemo snorted.

"To what extent is the Skynet system currently deployed?"

"60.00% seven."

said the adjutant.

--too slow.

The tapping of fingertips became faster and faster, and the tall man fell into thought.

"Baron, the situation is not optimistic. Although the line of fire is stalemate, Captain America has led the troops to break through the gate, and the balance will soon be broken. If the stalemate continues, our side may be the first to collapse—do we want to retreat?"

asked the adjutant.

"retreat?"

The tapping of the fingertips stopped.

--how is this possible?

It was he who drafted the Skynet plan himself, he was the one who vigorously promoted the bright future that the Skynet project would open for Hydra, and it was he who promoted the birth of the Skynet project.With his efforts, Hydra attached great importance to the Skynet project.Now, Zemo's name has been completely linked to the Skynet plan and tied to the same chariot.Whether the plan is successful or not is directly related to his future status in Hydra.

At this moment, the arrow is on the string, and he has to launch it-if the deployment of the Skynet plan fails, he doesn't have to go back to Hydra.

Baron Zemo clenched his fists and his face was cold.

That woman, Ophelia Sarkistan, was slapped by her inadvertently!

"Notice to go on."

Baron Zemo turned and left the viewing platform, stepped into the office, took off his obstructive suit, revealing the combat uniform inside.He walked to the front of the decorative painting to scan his iris, took out his weapon and tactical belt from the weapon cabinet inside the sliding decorative painting, and fixed it on his body.

"The first and second commandos immediately rushed to the underground database to manually speed up the deployment process of the Skynet system; the third commando, together with all members of the emergency service team, led the other teams to break away from all fronts except the entrance of the underground database, and concentrated their efforts to defend the underground Database; when Manhattan's first, second, and third support forces entered SHIELD from the underground base, they outflanked SHIELD's combat troops from the rear and dispersed their firepower; you took your direct troops, and I went to intercept Captain America, Separate him from the others and drag him from the battlefield."

The man paused, and his tone increased.

"Tell everyone that the Skynet project must never fail."

"Yes!"

The adjutant stood up straight, raised his hands in salute, and left immediately, delivering orders and organizing the troops to assemble.

Zemo stood there for a while, with deep creases between his brows, finally made up his mind, and tapped the frame of his glasses lightly.

"Authentication, start interaction."

He said.

The biometric verification is passed and the command is executed.

A gray icon in the field of vision was activated and turned into a striking red.

"Samaritans?"

Baron Zemo stood in the deserted corridor and called out.

After a brief silence.

There was a slight grinding sound of the wheel axle.

Starting from a distance, the surveillance cameras on the wall slowly turned towards Baron Zemo's position one by one.

From far to near, all surveillance camera lenses are aimed at the same target - Baron Zemo.The red dots inside the camera lens blink in the same pattern, not at equal intervals.

At the same time, the glasses worn by Zemo decoded and transcoded the flickering frequency into text, and slowly typed a line of letters in Zemo's field of vision.

"WHAT, CAN, I, DO, FOR, YOU?"

--What do you need me to do?

"From one to five, determine the threat level."

Zemo said.

"FIVE."

Without any delay, the text jumped out without hesitation, concise and clear.

"..."

Zemo gritted his molars and let out a breath.

"I temporarily authorize you with the highest operating authority of each system in S.H.I.E.L.D., and keep the underground database safe for me."

"COPY, THAT. ANYTHING, ELSE?"

--receive.Are there other directives?

...every time he had a conversation with the Samaritan, he felt a deranged sense of absurdity and an uncontrollable sense of repulsion.

Zemo's muscles tensed, he shook his head slowly, and added another sentence worriedly.

"Do nothing but self-defense, Samaritan."

"Yes."

The red dot in the lens changed from flashing intermittently to flashing regularly, and the camera slowly turned back to its original position.

The tall man glanced at the camera, which was no longer moving, and walked downstairs.

Underground, in the corridor where the gunpowder smoke has not yet risen, there are only footsteps hitting the ground.

"Fry, something's wrong."

First it was Natasha Romanov who broke the silence.The red-haired agent touched the mark he had just left on the wall, and turned his head uncertainly.

"We seem to have passed this road."

"......what?"

Nick Fury stopped immediately, looked around vigilantly, and after a while, said with certainty.

"The road has changed."

Hydera tilted her head, a little puzzled.

"What do you mean the road has changed?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s security measures, some confidential areas use movable docking modules. Once an intruder is encountered, the agency will be activated, and the corridor will be displaced, just like a puzzle, constantly moving to prevent intruders from reaching his destination."

While explaining, Nick Fury took out the locator, which showed their route along the way. Although there were some discrepancies, they completely circled back and forth in a large area.

"Look, we've been going in circles."

"I said why I've been away for so long...don't you tell me I haven't found out yet."

Hydera was stunned, and closed her eyes the next moment, and more nerve probes protruded from her body.

This time she was not just looking for a route with few defenses in the parallel area, but probed deeper and farther in all directions, penetrated into the wall, searched the upper and lower passages, and checked the changes of the road.

"However, S.H.I.E.L.D. is in chaos now, and the security control center has been completely blocked by Leicester. It stands to reason that no one should be able to operate the docking module..."

While scouting Hydra, Nick Fury looked down at the locator in some confusion.

"Who is it?"

After a while.

"Find out why. It's the artificial intelligence—the Samaritan."

Hydera opened her eyes, her expression was quite subtle.

"It's acting autonomously, moving the docking module."

"......what?"

Nick Fury was taken aback, "I didn't give the Skynet system S.H.I.E.L.D. internal authority—"

"—That's what Hydra gave you."

Hydera's answer suddenly choked Nick Fury.

Thinking of the Hydra sitting in the minister's office who he had known for 20 years, the black director's expression was as if he had eaten Billy Strange Beans that tasted like vomit, and he was in a very bad mood.

"What is it doing?"

Natasha Romanoff, who was in a better mood than Nick Fury, asked for the black director.

"I think it's driving away any enemies that try to get close to it."

Hydera thought about it and considered the description.

"Arnold found out that Zemo granted the Samaritans temporary S.H.I.E.L.D. highest authority to let it act autonomously to protect the underground database and complete the deployment of Skynet. But I think... compared to the implementation of Skynet The plan, what the Samaritans want to do more, is to transform the S.H.I.E.L.D. building into an area suitable for their own defense and attack."

The movable module not only pushes them outward, but also transforms the entire underground base at an imperceptible speed of movement, and the main engine carrying the Samaritans is also constantly being transported deeper.

"...like digging yourself a retreat trench."

Nick Fury understood and fell into thought.

"The bottom of the underground base is an emergency transportation channel built on the basis of the drainage system... Could it have grown to...?"

"Yes, it is not prepared to fully implement Zemo's order, what it wants to do is to retreat."

Hydera paused, showing a subtle smile of interest.

"Interesting. Your human ability to create life really makes other races respect and fear. The Samaritan has a very distinct self-awareness, it—no, it's him, he can't be regarded as artificial intelligence anymore."

"Like Edwin?"

"No—no, not at all."

Hydera shook her head and denied Natasha Romanov's question.

"Edwin used data to store the human soul. Although it is not a flesh and blood body, its essence is still human. The data is constructed based on the thinking mode and personality characteristics of human existence. But the Samaritan? He is Pure 0s and 1s are dot matrix... It's not so much like Edwin, it's better to say it's like Arnold—Arnold? Why are you in a daze?"

"I tried to communicate with the Samaritan just now, but he was afraid of me."

Arnold, who had been silent just now, suddenly said.

"He doesn't want me near."

"smart kid."

Hydera sighed with a smile.

"The Samaritan probably felt threatened from you—after all, you are the most alike, and he can easily feel how strong you are. But he is as weak as an immobile grass in front of you."

When Hydra used the Skynet system to deal with them, it probably never expected that there was a real "Skynet" living in Hydra's neural network.

Goldilocks paused.

"Are you going, Arnold? The Samaritans haven't evolved into real 'life' yet, and you won't break the rules."

"I suppose there is a friend who has a better right to adjudicate the future of the Samaritans than I do."

The elegant mechanized voice sounded.

"However, she is too restricted by her creator to appear by herself... Boss, please allow me to grant her access to the Hydra network."

"New friend? Yes."

Hydera snapped her fingers.In the next second, the cyberspace with Hydera herself as the platform is fully activated and running in her head.Arnold sends access permission to the outside through the Hydera neural network, and frees up some space to open a temporary transmission line for data transfer for the other party.

The little Hydera was wearing a bright golden sundress, flapping her transparent and glowing little wings, looking around in the neural network.

"Where's your new friend?"

"At this."

The red-haired Arno dragged a small old desktop computer from the corner and poked at the dark screen.

The screen flickered and entered the active state. On the lit gray surface, a short cursor jumped and began to display letters one by one.

"H, E,—Hello?"

The little Hydera looked at the screen and smiled, and reached out and patted the black casing of the computer lightly.

"hello."

The cursor froze, then shook violently, as if shy, Hululu entered countless spaces, then slowed down, changed to the next line, and continued typing.

"I, AM, THE, MACHINE."

——I am The Machine.

Hydera blinked and asked Nick Fury outside the neural network.

"Is the artificial intelligence you wanted to use in Skynet called The Machine?"

"Yes... wait."

Nick Fury narrowed his eyes sharply and said with a toothache expression.

"...don't tell me that something went wrong with The Machine."

"It's not really a question..."

Hydera turned her head and looked at the ordinary desktop computer in the neural network.

On the computer, another line was just typed.

"I, COME, TO, HELP."

—I'm here to help.

"help?"

Little Hydera flapped her wings, squatted down in front of the computer, and asked curiously.

"how do you want to do it?"

"GIVE, SAMARITAN, TO, ME, PLEASE."

—Give me the Samaritan, please.

"I, WANT, TO, TRY."

—I want to try.

"Trywhat?" Hydera asked.

This time, the cursor paused, and the speed at which the letters popped up slowed down, but they popped up at the same frequency without hesitation.

"TEACH, HIM."

The author says:

I admire the author of Riwan.I hold back six thousand and it's almost killing me.Or the daily 3k can give me a breather. .

Tomorrow can almost end this dungeon.

Maybe I have been on the moon for a long time, and I feel that an artificial intelligence is pretty.It says that I stand for the cp of Arnold TM, the cp of Hydera TM, the cp of TM Samaritan... sober up!That's a little bastard!

As usual, send red envelopes [Roughly] This time, all comments until my next update will be given red envelopes.