[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

He seemed to be laughing at how unpalatable the chicken wings bought by his team members were, the tastes of the world were simply incomprehensible.

"alright, you win."

Rumlow couldn't take care of his good face anymore.Arms folded on his chest, he waited for the Winter Soldier himself to confess exactly what he wanted to do.

"I'll find it myself."

The Winter Soldier took off the belt full of weapons and slapped it heavily on the table.The bang made all the members of the Special Forces tremble at the same time, subconsciously raising their guns to aim.But when the Winter Soldier walked past them with bare hands, he took back the weapon bluntly.

No one really dared to shoot Hydra's fists - even if the Winter Soldier didn't kill them, the officers above would roll up their sleeves and strangle them.In the end, all they could do was stare wide-eyed, watching the Winter Soldier walk out of the base, and then turned to look at their captain with their eyes wide open.

"now what?"

"Do you want to report?"

Rumlow leaned on the wall to keep himself from actually kneeling.

"Notify your mother! Do you think our entire team lived too long?"

Looking down at his watch, Rumlow gritted his teeth and gave the order:

"Be alert! The asset has not returned to the base after two hours, and everyone is dispatched to search according to the location of the first exercise! Move for me!"

"Yes!"

Watching the team members file out to prepare, Rumlow stared at the mess in the room by himself, and reluctantly went to get the broom.

To Rumlow, the Winter Soldier is a rather... unnatural being, the man or the weapon itself a complex of contradictions.

Over the years, humans have been making machines evolve, from manual to semi-automatic, from semi-automatic to fully automatic, and now they are moving towards intelligence.The most typical example is Stark, who is so rich that people want to crush him to death. His AI butler is simply not as smart as a computer.

On the other hand, the Winter Soldier is completely in the opposite direction. It is to let humans develop in the direction of computers. What Hydra wants is a weapon that is intelligent - can judge the situation for itself, formulate strategies, and will never betray organize.Computers may "betray" because of being hacked and tampered with, but human beings have a damn characteristic, that is, even if they know they are wrong and ignorant, they can still self-hypnotize their beliefs.

So Rumlow has always maintained a nuanced attitude towards the Winter Soldier.He didn't completely treat the other party as a weapon, he took it when he needed it and threw it away when he didn't use it.

Especially after seeing how the Winter Soldier drew up a complete assassination plan from beginning to end, from the route to the reception, when and what kind of support will be given to him, Rumlow completely believes in this guy, although sometimes his reaction is a little strange , but it is definitely far from the adjective "retarded".

A fighter who can completely reduce the special operations team to a handyman team, responsible for refilling guns and refilling bullets without thinking about barrage cover, is definitely not a "hydra fist".

So even if this weapon master has been a little obsessed with chicken wings recently.

As long as he didn't cross Rumlow's bottom line—obediently follow the order of the organization and kill whoever he should—he was not allowed to miss work because of chicken wings when he was on a mission.

The special operations team leader Rumlow said he could still tolerate it.

Of course, it is not ruled out that once the return is made, the reason that the whole team may be burned to ashes by the boss's anger is not a good ending.

Fortunately, the Winter Soldier went out for a walk, and came back when everyone put on their bulletproof vests and goggles, the bullets were loaded, the communication line was encrypted and confirmed, and they rushed to the door (the guy who ran the fastest accidentally dropped his gun mouth into the Winter Soldier's chest).

"doing what?"

The Winter Soldier glanced at this group of well-equipped men and horses, and his voice dropped a degree as soon as he spoke, causing the people in the front row to shudder reflexively.

"Nothing, practice."

Rumlow winked at the vice-captain next to him, and Rollins obediently yelled at the team members, shouting one, two, one, two and ran away.

"You seem to be in a good mood."

Rumlow looked the Winter Soldier up and down, and the low pressure before going out had dissipated, and it seemed that he had returned with a little more "cool".

"Um."

The Winter Soldier nodded at Rumlow indiscriminately, and walked past him sideways.

"I'm going to eat chicken wings tomorrow."

The captain of the special operations team staggered, fell to the door and couldn't get up for a long time.He had a premonition that there would only be more and more bad things like this in the future... and then he would eventually be completely reduced to the captain of the Hydra miscellaneous team!

If... Sure enough, you should apply for a brain from the superior, right?

Three steps to job change

There is another person who is similarly distressed to Rumlow's arms.

At that time, he was in the office of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters Tricurve Wing, his brows were tightly frowned into the shape of a "mountain" that could kill mosquitoes, and he was facing the only source of light in the office—the computer in front of him.

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he has the highest authority that others can't match. From any point of view, Fury doesn't need to hide in his office secretly to investigate an "ordinary agent".This reminded him of when he was young, he also broke into the office of the CEO of a certain company in this way, stole the account books and transaction records of someone who funded terrorists, and brought the other party to justice.

If you change the scene, say while drinking tea in the sunny Provence: "I think back then, I used to be the director..." That would be a poetic picture.But like now, he still has to be a man with his tail between his legs in his own territory, and Fury feels that he is still quite wronged.

Whoever made Peggy Carter, the veteran of the SHIELD veterans, spoke, and it was still the way to send a unified message to the top of SHIELD—such as Gonzalez's stubborn old man.

Even if Fury wants to pretend that he has never heard of this news, there is no way. SHIELD is not his word, even if it is the director, if all his subordinates oppose him, the director is just putting on airs.Although he is a occultist, Fury still distinguishes clearly. Some secrets cannot be hidden if he wants to.

Therefore, he added Enzo Mills to the S.H.I.E.L.D. system, level [-], just enough to have access to the largest amount of non-sensitive information within S.H.I.E.L.D., and most of the senior agents also belong to this level, enough for him to This kind of airborne personnel is free from crowding out from old birds.You must know that the agents who can be promoted to the sixth level have almost passed the stage where everyone hates someone in a circle for promotion and salary increase.

Peggy Carter really took great pains for Enzo.Fury tapped the screen to bring up the materials that Enzo had recently searched for. Although many paper materials have not been digitized, registration is required to remove things from the archives. The medium used for registration is naturally a computer.

"Is there still Captain America in World War II?"

Fury read the files that Enzo took away one by one. At first, he understood. He checked some background information about S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury was increasingly confused by the information he consulted later.

"Hydra, Zola, records of mysterious incidents of Native Americans in North America, unsolved murders in the 20th century... Michelin chef's private cooking, the secret of delicious chicken wings."

The span from the hydra to the delicious cookbook is a bit large, and Fury feels that he can't understand the mystery of it for the time being.

"Tsk, each of these fake old men is more troublesome than the other."

Thinking of Captain America still lying in the ice, Fury felt his head start to ache.According to the doctors, the captain is still alive although he has been frozen for 70 years, but no one of them can guarantee how long this state of survival will last.

Thawing the fat mouse was the first step in the experiment. Even if the scientists were well prepared, it lost its pulse when it took the cucumber out of the ice. No one dared to take the risk of an American war hero.

Fury secretly nicknamed these two anachronistic guys: "Fake Old Man", who doesn't look like an old man at all but is basically a [-]-year-old age fraudster!

"Continue to follow up, I want to know where he went and who he met besides the mission."

After making an encrypted call and briefly explaining the task of following the prison, Fury turned off the computer screen, picked up the mobile phone and the house key in the drawer, and prepared to go home.

When the elevator reached the first floor, the phone vibrated twice, and a photo was sent.

Enzo, the target under observation, was walking on the road with something sticky on his head, and all the pedestrians beside him covered their noses.

Observer Notes: Smells of rotting seafood pizza.

Fury silently turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket. He lowered his head and walked on the road in the middle of the night, thinking about whether it was beneficial for him to spend resources to monitor this guy.

...Well, at least he knows the types of products that are on sale in mass merchandise stores, and thanks Mr. Mills for his support and love for Wal-Mart.

Thinking about when someone would install a full set of more advanced micro-surveillance equipment back to Enzo's dormitory, Fury said that he was quite curious about where Grandpa Mills ate so much food every day.

***

I was tilting my head to look into the oven through the glass to see the color of the surface of the chicken wings, and I saw an object flying towards me from the reflection.

"Zhan! I told you several times not to litter!"

Catching the "hidden weapon" with the backhand, it was no accident that it was squeezed into a ball. It was once a prisoner.