[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

The boss of the operations department cursed in a low voice with a gloomy face, while all his subordinates lowered their heads tremblingly and pretended to be quails.

Only the Winter Soldier, who hadn't entered the situation from the beginning to the end, still sat there in a daze, his expression didn't change even after being punched in the face by the boss.

"Look at the fart! Brainless thing!"

He walked back and forth in the room angrily. This was his first task as the leader of the operation team. He originally wanted to do something clean and beautiful, so that the eyes of the bosses above him would shine. What happened?

Now he has to worry about whether someone will follow the Winter Soldier's line to find him. It took years for Hydra to get rid of the lingering assassins and the pursuit from the SSR. The former is because it is said that In addition to the Winter Soldier, Dr. Zola also captured a little assassin, who was Captain America's horse who rushed to avenge her man.

If the big plan of the organization is ruined because of his relationship...

The action captain couldn't help shaking, forcing himself not to continue imagining.

"We have to find a way to fix this problem, otherwise it will never be able to perform its mission normally."

The action captain's words made sense, but his team members looked at each other, looking like they wanted to say something but didn't have the courage to speak up.

"What are you doing? Say something!"

"Uh, that's it, Captain... The Winter Soldier's design should be to help Hydra carry out secret missions, right?" A team member raised his hand and spoke tremblingly.

"Yeah, otherwise why do you think I'm freaking out? Because the goddamn ass doesn't understand the meaning of 'Secret' missions!"

"But, sir, how do we train him to 'assassinate' and not to 'assassinate'? The researchers say his current memory is all muscle memory—his body remembers how to fight, how to pull the trigger, because he repeats these actions Thousands of times, but "quietly and silently kill your target, how will it be engraved in his body?"

When the other team member said this, the expression on his face froze in embarrassment.

"After all, we can't really get a hundred and eighty different scenes and targets for him to kill."

All the members of the action team looked at their partners with vigilant eyes, for fear that they would say: "Hey! How about we use this guy as a teaching material!" proposal.

"Otherwise, that's fine. I'll equip it with long-range sniper equipment in the future. It doesn't need to appear, just shoot from a distance..."

"What a fart, did the organization spend so much effort to build a personal automatic trigger device for you?"

"The captain is right. If we can find a way to permanently import the concepts of how to assassinate and lurk into the body of the Winter Soldier, so that they won't disappear due to brainwashing and reset... that would be a great credit."

"Back to the old question, who is going to teach and teach it? I don't want it!"

The leader of the action team stopped pacing amidst the chatter of his subordinates.

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind - if you say that they are the most professional in lurking and assassination, don't they just have one in their hands!

As the captain's eyes turned to the freezing tank, the other team members also showed expressions of understanding.Even with some cruel expectations.

They had heard the story of this little frozen assassin, and even though Hydra had been harassed by the Assassins frenziedly because of him, Dr. Zola still tried his best to keep him.He's also friends with the Winter Soldier—correction, Sergeant Barnes.

"Oh, it must be very interesting!"

"Yeah, think about it, personally training your friends into assassination machines──woohoo! It must be wonderful!"

***

The above is the reason why I "woke up".

I haven't finished digesting the fact that my life journey has been labeled "years later" before I know it, and I am surrounded by a group of hydra combat teams who don't seem to be good people, and they aren't actually good people. Get up, and each one of them has such a disgusting smile on their face that I want to slap him.

"What? Have you finally realized your conscience and plan to compensate me for losing my youth?"

One of the hydra sneered, and immediately restrained his expression after being glared at by his companion.

"You could say that if you just cooperate, you can get lost time back—through fulfilling work."

The guy who stared at me just now stepped forward and spoke, obviously he is the leader of the group, and I have no doubt that the "job" in his mouth will make me want to strangle him the second he finishes speaking.

And I was really good at calculating, I really felt that I should set up a stall to tell people's fate and astrology.

"Damn you! I don't dare to do anything when I think there are too many people!"

I clamped that boss's head under my armpit, and with the other hand I copied the folding stool that was just under my buttocks, ready to pat it on top of that boss's head at any time to make it bloom, and around it was a circle pointing at me muzzle.

"FUCK! How did he do it! He was just thawed out, how did he do it with so many eyes on him!"

"I'm full of energy, are you envious or jealous! Garbage! I'll blow your boss's head off every minute!"

I waved the folding stool, and every swing made the breath of the reptiles fluctuate violently.

"Put that thing down." Finally a more intelligent guy stood up and spoke for their boss, "You don't think you can go faster than a bullet, do you?" He said and raised his pistol as a signal.

"Of course not." I let go of my hand, and the folded stool fell to the ground with a clear sound, "Just to demonstrate how to 'assassinate' your target in public. It's not that complicated, just give me a pat on the shoulder and give me a hand." People who are about to fall... The key is how to make your movements look natural, without any fatal keywords."

I picked up the folding stool in front of the nervous hydras, reopened it, and sat down.

"You want me to teach Bucky how to be an assassin, no problem." I made a quick movement of opening and closing five fingers in the air, "I can make him a ghost, a name, a shadow."

They showed a satisfied expression, and there was a little hidden emotion that was not very good, and they were preparing to settle accounts after the fall.

"I have only one condition, and one—simple—condition."

I stop at each keyword section to emphasize the importance of this condition.

"Don't interfere with my teaching."

The Hydra huddled together and whispered for a while, turning their heads to look at me from time to time, as if assessing my riskiness, and it took them a while to come to a conclusion.

"Okay, but we're going to watch from the sidelines, so don't try to play tricks."

"Of course." I winked at the boss, and put on a smile that no groceries in Brooklyn could resist, "You're the boss, you have the final say. And I'm really sorry about the little girl just now." Little demonstration...are you alright?"

Since I gave up the treatment, I feel that the whole person is more energetic.

I have to share this insight with Bucky.

Job Change No.20 Nine Steps

I was taken by them to an empty training ground, a bit like the space where the boxing ring was in my memory before I was caught making frozen meat, but it was not the same.

Who knows, they are all in square concrete houses anyway.

Bucky looks a little cleaner than the last time I saw him, at least his hair isn't tangled into a weed, but his eyes are still blank.Apparently, even if Hydra didn't freeze him over the years, it didn't leave him with many memories.

"Hi!" I walked up to him and waved, "Remember me?"

He looked up at me in bewilderment, and for a brief moment I thought he was the Brooklyn boy again.

It's a pity that this kind of miracle didn't happen, and the person in front of him was only an empty skin that was once called "Barnes", and the most precious, shining soul inside had been ruthlessly crushed to pieces by Hydra.

"Okay, it's okay, we can get to know each other again." I let myself laugh and held out my hand to Bucky, "Enzo Mills."

He didn't shake my hand back, but stared at it warily, as if observing whether it would turn into a gun or a grenade in the next second.

"You gotta hold my hand, like this." I used both hands, trying to make a left and right handshake, and reached out to him again.

"Very good. Now shake your hand gently, like this, and tell me your name, and we will complete the first step of getting to know each other."

"They call me... Asset."

I tried my best to ignore the flame in my chest, ended the topic before it was about to detonate, and pulled back our hands that were holding each other.

"OK, so the above is a way of greeting when most people meet for the first time. You must write it down." As soon as I finished speaking, I knew he didn't listen at all, because he was flattening his mouth, and it was clearly written on his face: "Why remember this?"

I think I'm gradually finding out why Bucky has no common sense of life at all, as they say, it's scary to take it out, but it's useless except for mass murder.

Because after they broke Bucky's brain, they kept instilling in him the concept of "you are the weapon of Hydra", which made me want to say nothing and just want to die. If one day you find you The equipped gun suddenly said to you: "Hello, I am M1 Grande rifle, very happy