[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

In the lens of the camera, other than that, there is no human figure. They seem to be determined not to let humans approach me, and I will not bite!

"Need me to thank you for taking my exercise into consideration?"

"You're welcome!" No one answered me, so I could only ask and answer myself. Isolation made me realize that I still have the potential to talk to myself.

"But hey! This is a ring, right? So you guys have to put someone... or something in here? Or do you just want to get me a big cage—a big cage with a ring-style design?"

After the buzzing speakers echoed, I heard a familiar voice.

"Patience, Mr. Mills, patience."

"Zora! I should have thought of that, excuse me for not saying it's nice to see you, because we both know it's never a nice thing to do. What do you want?"

"Just a small, simple test. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Mills."

Compared with the last time I heard Zola's voice in the car, Zola's voice was more joyful and excited, and less nervous and fearful.

He really felt safe and secure.

"I said, you are really not afraid of death anymore, right? You should know that you have been blacklisted by the Allied Forces. There are a bunch of people who want to arrest you and send you to a military court for trial?"

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Mills, but as you can see, I am just a scientist! I do research and develop new technologies... I have never pulled the trigger. How could the righteous allies give up and make technological progress for ten years── ─A 20-year chance, just because a scientist under the threat of shock was ever 'forced' to do something wrong?"

When Zora triumphantly emphasized the word "forced" deliberately, I knew what was going on.He definitely made some kind of deal with the Allies, like he helped assist with scientific research in exchange for not being court-martialed for how he was being intimidated and used by the evil Nazis.

Having seen the weapons developed by Zola, it is impossible for the Allied Forces to let go of this golden mind that is likely to be comparable to Stark.They're making a deal with the devil, and I don't believe there's anything "forced" about Zola.

"Now, the time for gossip is over, your opponent is ready, let's verify the results of the experiment."

Zola hung up the loudspeaker, and I saw three people appearing in the shadows on the other side of the ring, one was responsible for opening the door, the other had a gun in his hand, the first opened the iron door and pointed, the third Individuals stepped onto the ring under his command.

The first thing that caught my attention was a metal left hand.

Even prosthetics are too delicate.I have never seen such a detailed restoration of a human hand, but I just don't know if it is equally sensitive when it moves.

The second point is the aura of this person.

Everyone has their own aura, and this aura makes you immediately get impressions such as "he feels like a good person", "he seems a little gloomy", "he must be very irritable" when you get along with strangers, but this There is almost no such aura in the person. He stood in front of me, his long hair blocked his face, and I felt as if I was facing a statue.

What's even more frightening is that I found a familiar feeling from the "statue".

No.

impossible.

This kind of thing is too bullshit, I don't believe it.

"Let me introduce you—Hydra's newest and deadliest fist—"

Zora's voice was ringing in all directions, and this time I wondered if he was coming from the microphone.

"Winter Soldier!"

too fast.

I only saw an afterimage, it was the body dodging to the side by itself, and then a depression had appeared where I was originally standing.

Obviously the metal arm is not only flexible but also powerful.

Another punch came and I tried to follow, but at this close, looking at that face hidden behind a mess of straw, I forgot everything.

Climbing up from the rope next to the ring, I felt like my stomach was on fire from my chest to my chest, but that was nothing compared to the fact that my brain was about to explode!

I know the guy in the ring.

His name is James Buchanan Barnes.

He's not some bloody "Winter Soldier"!

***

Zola grinned almost the entire time watching the scene where Enzo was beaten by the "Winter Soldier".

Without skills, it was like a street hooligan bullying a stray dog, kicking and kicking randomly, and the dog didn't dare to resist except whining.

Except for the special barking of stray dogs today, what he barks is: "Bucky! Bucky, wake up!"

It was so refreshing.

Zola picked up the coffee cup and took a deep breath, letting the aroma of coffee fill her lungs.

ah!Americans really enjoy it, and the taste of high-grade coffee beans is just different.

"How is he doing?"

The scientific team with Zola also has several scientists in different fields. Zola is responsible for the weapon part-that is, the delicate mechanical arm, and they are experts in the physiological part. The knowledge they provide makes metal weapons and the human body perfect. Combination, and great efforts have been made on how to rebuild cognition.

"The Winter Soldier doesn't react inappropriately to old friends and past names."

"Very well, to add this to the report, it is clear that the electric stimulation was necessary, and those guys were unsuccessful because the electric current was not strong enough. Anything else?"

"Sir, according to the information, Sergeant Barnes should have received military combat training, but so far he doesn't look like he has received relevant training. This is more like reckless, see the control group, He looks like he's being pinned down, but he's actually dodged a lot of hard hits, he just doesn't want to do it to an old friend."

A researcher draws circles on the screen with a pen, and taps on the pictures taken from different angles to point out his observations.

"Oh, it's probably a sequela of cognitive reconstruction. It's not a big problem. We can retrain him to use weapons and various skills to enter the battle. But this is a problem. We still need to study how to further make the target obedient, but It would be too costly to re-educate each time without losing the skills acquired in the past.”

"I'll put that on the record."

"Very good. Now, the ACU is going to separate them. I'm going to confirm the data of the Winter Soldier's arm. Is the cryostat mentioned last time adjusted?"

"It has been adjusted and tested, and it is ready to be put into practical use at any time."

Zola happily gave his subordinate an appreciative look: "Very good, put him in now, when we find the little secrets that can dig out those assassins in his head...or when I want to use him Take it out when you have time, and don’t let him bother me at other times.”

"Yes, Dr. Zola!"

The flattering tone of his subordinates is very helpful to Zola. Now he understands why the Red Skull wants to rule the world. Think about what people all over the world have said to him with this attitude...

It's a pity that the Red Skull's plan was confused by Captain America, although the price was that Captain America disappeared from history.But he—Arnim Zola is still here!In his hand, he holds a humanoid weapon with great potential, and the key to a mysterious civilization of thousands of years!He is the final winner!

"Long live Hydra!"

Job Change No.20 Eight Steps

The people of Hydra surrounded the Winter Soldier they had spent a lot of effort to build, and they were arguing in full swing.

"No, I have already said that the human brain is very sophisticated, this is not a computer! You can delete a specific file!"

"But you can't make it mentally retarded! And judging from his performance just now, it is a mentally retarded! What we want is a weapon that is precise, deadly and can be learned, not just a vase that can only be used as a walking weapon rack!"

"Blame me? I gave you a weapon with a completely clean head, no noise, and you can teach it as you like. Now that the weapon doesn't work well, you still blame us for being too clean?"

"Did we tell you to wash off its IQ too?"

"Even if you say that, even if we wash off the IQ, this mission is still a success, right? The goal is lost, happy ending──proving that the assets handed over to your operation team from us are fully usable! "

As the "asset" at the center of the topic, the Winter Soldier sat on the small stool that Hydra pointed to him, his eyes stared blankly ahead, his mouth was slightly opened, and he seemed to be in a daze, completely unable to hear the wounds in his ears. In human terms, there are still evaluations that don't treat him as a human being at all.

"You call this a success?" The leader of the operation team punched the table. The loud sound made the researchers take a step back, but they still held their breath and stared back at each other.

"The purpose of this operation is assassination. Do you know what an assassination is? Assassination means that he should approach the target quietly, deal with the opponent cleanly and act as if nothing happened, instead of just walking in with a gun swaggeringly." Shoot!"

"It's because your calibration of the weapon is not precise enough, you didn't instill it with the correct knowledge. It's not a problem with our technical department. Now that the problem is clear... thank you, everyone can disband."

The leader of the technical department proudly raised his head and puffed up his chest, showing off his victory like a peacock spreading its tail, and left.

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