[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

And it is said that it is a weapon from the alien prince of Asgard. Hydra suddenly realized that maybe they can take a long-term view and don't just stay on the earth.

Why is World War III worse than Earth——OO Star Wars can unite people's hearts even more!

It really makes sense, as long as you think about the development of history, you will know that as long as there is war, all laws and regulations that are not allowed in peacetime can be rationalized, even if it is deprivation of freedom, the people will nod in agreement in order to save their own lives.

Well, the problem is coming.

"Where do you think we're going to find aliens?"

Pierce turned the back of his chair and looked down at the busy city below through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.With so many people coming and going, could any of them be friends from outer space?

Having been standing in the office all morning, listening to Pierce's impassioned "everyone loves Hydra" speech, Rumlow just wanted to say that he didn't know anything about it and didn't want to find any aliens. Just want to find a corner to squat down and have a beer and relax.

Working one-on-one with a big boss for hours without a break is mentally inhuman torture.

"I heard that before... it was the company that used to cooperate with us to study the brain. What is it called?"

"Abstergo Industries." Rumlow whispered.

"Ah, I remembered. Abstergo Industries, aren't they also interested in this kind of nonsense? Go talk to them, maybe we can continue to cooperate happily, don't you think? Lang Agent Mlo."

Pierce turned around, clasped his hands on the desk, and looked sincerely at the special operations captain who was standing upright from entering the room to now.

Only Rumlow himself knows how to "negotiate" by asking a team leader responsible for murder and arson to "discuss cooperation" with others.

In his personal experience, the negotiation process is usually not very pleasant.

When Rumlow left Pierce's office and returned to his small dormitory, the USB flash drive with the mission briefing had been placed on his desk. After converting the standard S.H.I.E.L.D. Task information for internal circulation.

"What the hell is this... so such a large group is studying super ancient aliens? I thought they were really just playing games!"

Rumlow propped his face with one hand, mechanically clicked the mouse to scroll through the file, which contained the information Hydra had accumulated over the years on Abstergo Industries.From the time when Zola cooperated with them to study how to digitize human body information, to the aliens that Pierce wants to touch now, they are all related to this company.

The most famous of the projects run by Abstergo Industries is home game consoles. Their virtual reality technology caused a sensation when it was launched, and the turnover for several consecutive years has beaten several established players in the market. Xi.

Rumlow's eyes moved to the game console under the TV cabinet. There was a laser-engraved Abstergo Industries logo on the streamlined body. If Enzo was here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance. The markings are exactly the same as seen on the colored balls.

But as far as Rumlow alone is concerned, he feels that he will never want to be close to that console again in his life, no matter how cool and interesting games this company releases later, and how powerful new features he will not Will pay the bill.

──Everything related to bosses, aliens, and black technology may endanger your life!

This is his experience working for Hydra over the years.

For this reason, for the first time, he brought the Winter Soldier to attend the "business cooperation" meeting scheduled for three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Hydra's precious asset used his invincible metal arms to lift the middle-aged man in pajamas and with thinning hair on his head high against the wall. During the process, he completely ignored the other party's weak struggle and begging for mercy, and precisely ordered- ─ Subdue the target, but don't kill it ─ Execute to perfection.

"Please don't kill me! You...do you want money? Just take it! The safe is just behind, the password is..."

"Oh, shut up." Rumlow rubbed between his brows impatiently, reading a lot of information made his whole brain swell, "From now on, you just need to answer my questions. Have you seen this awesome brother? He doesn't like to hear people whispering in his ear. If his brother goes crazy, I can't help you even if I want to, but if you obediently cooperate and answer questions... understand ?”

The middle-aged man pursed his lips, nodded repeatedly and looked at the Winter Soldier with fearful eyes.

"Great." Rumlow clapped his hands together, rubbed his hands together and began to walk around the room to ask questions──

When he left this luxury apartment in a wealthy area, the middle-aged man had already half-turned into the bathtub, submerged in the water full of bubbles and aroma of essential oils, with an overturned glass of whiskey dripping at his feet.

Rumlow can imagine how the police will complete their case report: the wealthy business elite drank wine in the middle of the night and wanted to take a bath with high-end essential oils. Unfortunately, at this time, he suffered a stroke and fell to the ground, drowning in his house in the bathtub.

Poor guy, it's hard for him to be so obedient and cooperate to answer every question, but he never said the guarantee of "answering the question and saving your life" from the beginning to the end.

"Good job, I will report your results to the commander truthfully."

Rumlow habitually uttered words of encouragement to the team members, and he came back to his senses just as the words came out. It was not his team members who acted with him today, but this "asset" that even humans could not call it.He shrugged and was about to ignore the slight slip of the tongue, only to find the Winter Soldier's gaze fixed on the other side of the road.

"What's wrong?"

The agent's vigilance made Rumlow immediately choose a relatively hidden corner to cover himself, but no matter how he looked across the street, he didn't find any suspicious people.

It's just a relatively high-end nightlife area, but there is nothing special about it.Rumlow followed the Winter Soldier's line of sight, and after some comparison, he found that there was a high possibility that the other party was looking at a nightclub with a long queue.

There was probably some sort of retro-themed party going on in the store, and the people queuing up to enter were wearing exaggerated gothic dresses, and some were wearing French aristocratic curly wigs.But there is a small group of people whose appearance is relatively normal, probably in the style of the 40s and 50s. The men's clothes are not obvious, but their female partners' one-piece dresses and deliberately permed hairstyles clearly show the characteristics of the times. Chu.

Ah, it's no wonder that everyone will be fascinated by seeing the clothes of the same era...

"Oh! SHIT!"

Rumlow wiped his face, and rushed across the road to catch the Winter Soldier who had walked towards the nightclub automatically, but was stopped by the security guard with a stern face.

"Hey! You! Your outfit doesn't match today's theme."

The burly man with tattoos on his arms motioned Rumlow to look at the notice board next to him with his chin: "Back to the Future" is a classic time-traveling movie, which explains why a bunch of Shakespeare-wearing Puritans and World War II soldiers gathered here.

"Wait, you can't do this, if I fail, then what about him!"

Rumlow can't believe that there is nothing retro in the Winter Soldier's outfit!

Then he stared wide-eyed and watched the Winter Soldier show his metal arm towards the security guard who checked the costumes at the door, pointed to the red star and said in a completely unenthusiastic tone: "Ulla."

"Understood! You are pretending to be during the Cold War!" The security guard happily pulled up the fence to let the Winter Soldier enter, and raised his eyebrows at his colleagues triumphantly, "Look, it's not that I like to brag. All A's!"

A you big head ghost!Which pheasant school did you come from!

Rumlow can't tell how much he wants to draw the gun all the way in and then pull back the asset that doesn't know which nerve is wrongly connected, and then go back and use the latest perm machine to brain him a hundred times .

But his rationality told himself that he must not do this.

So he wittily walked around the block, and found a small shop that was specially opened to deal with situations like his - he couldn't enter the venue because the clothes didn't fit the theme.

"What a coincidence, you're late." The shopkeeper pointed to the shop window and displayed the clothes on the dummy distressedly, "There are only two sets left, see if you can make do with it, I can give you a cheaper rent."

Rumlow pressed his stomach, looking at the two sets of clothes with eyes and expressions, as if seeing his long-dead grandma crawling out of the grave to play The Walk of the Dead.

The costumes on the dummy are Captain America and Sergeant Barnes.

Does that mean he's given the choice of giving the Winter Soldier 100% of the thrill or 99% of the thrill?Or is this some kind of good opportunity for him to freely decide the date of his death!

No!He would never make such a stupid mistake!

Hydra's high-quality elite senior agent, Brock Rumlow, codenamed "Wishbone".After taking two deep breaths, he made a choice that could not only accomplish the task but also guarantee his own life.

Five minutes later, he returned to the door of the nightclub, and said gloomily under the surprised eyes of the security guard:

"What are you looking at, there is no picture of Agent Peggy Carter in your history textbook! Stupid! Get out of the way!"

The khaki female military uniform was stretched tightly on Rumlow's body. Every step he took, he suspected that he heard the scream of the stitches about to burst.

Walking from the door of the nightclub