No feeding of soul gems

The red-hot ordeal is sitting in a cell at the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch contemplating life right now.

The black cloak imitating Darth Vader was torn off, the gummy candies of the captain’s third-generation uniforms in his pocket were looted, the friends who had just been frank and crying were separated, and the master who swore to serve did not think of himself for half a month Come to see this, you must feel that Comrade John Schmidt is suffering from his own misfortune, and he is thinking about why life is full of difficulties and obstacles.

However, what the Red Skull thought was——

Can this fucking be called the S.H.I.E.L.D. base?

Since he was locked up until now, at least three agents have tried to pass signals to him secretly. Even a seventh-level agent used the gesture code in the organization to say "Long live Hydra" after the interrogation with the chief, as if It was as if all the liaison personnel that he couldn't find were hidden in this small base.

Didn't the thing that I had been worrying about the organization being ruined didn't happen?The organization didn't fall apart, but changed its face?It shouldn't be, under the influence of the Hydra spirit, how could there still be talents who can come up with such a stinky and long name like "National Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau"?

He sighed for the 37th time in a day, and he wanted to go out, and he was a little worried that it was a SHIELD conspiracy.

"Have a good day today? Want to confess? Need the latest news?"

A sound came from the cell speaker, followed by the click of a finger on the fingerprint lock to unlock it.Phil Coulson walked into the glass cage with a document bag under his arm, sat down comfortably on a chair, and looked straight at the Red Skull sitting on the other side.

"Unpleasant, don't want, don't." Red Skull said righteously.

Coulson raised an eyebrow, and shook off the Wakanda-only poster of the captain's heroic posture in battle with an exaggerated posture, pretending to be watching, and glanced at the criminal who was about to move from the corner of his eye.

After a while, the Red Skull compromised: "It is said that I have nothing to confess. I have been working outside for a few years. How do I know what happened to the organization? You are simply asking a migrant worker about his left-behind children at the end of term. How many points did you score? I don’t know, don’t know, don’t know.”

"Then you should know a few contact points or liaison officers." Coulson didn't give up.

I do know this, isn't the young man standing outside the glass door looking in with a righteous face right now the liaison officer?

But can the Red Skull say that?cannot.

"What do you think I was doing when you met me when you went shopping for groceries? Wasn't it just looking for a contact point?" He said wistfully, "More than 70 years have passed, and the place that used to be a theater has been transformed into a nightclub. There is only a mailbox left where the telephone booth used to be, and the original wasteland has been used to build villas, and even a stone has been ground down."

Coulson almost blurted out "Then why do we need you".

The Red Skull chased after the victory: "By the way, you have wrongly written Barnes' blood type in your file."

"Impossible." Coulson flatly denied, "I will never misremember the blood type of the captain's deputy."

"That may be because all the top-secret files during his transformation were destroyed." Red Skull said happily, "I have seen the full set of files brought by Zola back then, and it says that the incomplete serum has side effects, Barnes The blood type changed during the first transformation, and it completely changed after the train was completely transformed. How about it, are you surprised or unexpected?"

Coulson: I just want to blow your head off.

But the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. held back the urge to lynch with his high professionalism, and walked out holding the folder firmly.

After he left, Grant Ward outside the glass wall made a "Long live Hydra" gesture, with a determination on his face to sacrifice his life, leaving a firm look in his eyes, and left with his boss

So is this S.H.I.E.L.D. really okay?

Red Skull sighed for the 38th time, asking himself in his heart.

The interrogation at this base is never conducted twice a day, and the agents are also very busy, all of them pretending to sacrifice themselves for the security of the homeland and the safety of the earth at any time.He felt a little bored, and originally wanted to lie down and reminisce about his favorite Unforgettable Story of Galaxy, but not long after he closed his eyes, he heard the sound of the fingerprint lock opening again.

Do you want to let people rest? !

The Red Skull blushed with anger, sat up abruptly, and was about to spit out one or two paragraphs of pungent taunts at the visitor using Master Yoda's syntax.

Then he swallowed quickly again.

Soul Gem was looking down at him with an interested expression, followed by a Stark who hadn't aged at all, a bald black man wearing a blindfold, and Coulson who was trying to pretend that he was not angry, envious or jealous.

"You finally remembered me?" Red Skull asked.

He intended to make this sentence sound very cold and calm, but the expressions of the three people who followed changed all at the same time, and they all looked at him with eyes that recognized him again.

Vormir didn't answer.

"How have you been these few days?" Red Skull tried to make amends, but he couldn't. Even the little brother Ward who was standing outside the door cast a shocked look.

This time Vormir smiled. "I've had a good time, and my dream has almost come true."

Fart, you're an Infinity Stone, what dreams can an Infinity Stone have, a monkey popping out of a stone?Red Skull has an indifferent face.Then, suddenly, a conversation he had had all along hit him—

"My dream is that one day I will be surrounded by handsome men."

Red Skull: Death.

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"Is he really okay like this?" Coulson asked out of humanitarianism while staring at the red skull lying on the monitor with dead fish in the command room.

"It's okay, it will be fine in a while." Vormir waved his hand nonchalantly. Of course, he knew that the cleaning girl was pretty good before she was disfigured. However, everyone who turns ugly in pursuit of power should be ridiculed, such as Daidai A disfigured Sith Lord.In the universe, only appearance is the primary productive force. Superheroes are not strong in battle, villains are not popular, and children do not study well because they are ugly.

Look at the good-looking Chaoying, even the villains have become a support group, and they don’t kill when they can, so they insist on beeping a few more times.

"How do you think about my conditions?" Vormir didn't continue to think about it, and turned to Coulson and Fury.This time he connected with S.H.I.E.L.D. through Howard Stark's matchmaking. Although Tony and S.H.I.E.L.D. have a good relationship, Old Stark's face in Furina is far greater than that of Little Stark.

"The arrival of Superman proves what the gemstone said. We can't drag a turbulent world to face the fusion crisis." Howard chimed in, hoping to convince his old friend who had known him for a long time, but suddenly he didn't realize that his youthful appearance was very important to the old man. A friend wants to meet once and want to play once.

Coulson's face was full of question marks, and he wanted to say something, but he was preempted.

"What Superman?" Fury asked.He looked very confused, as if he really didn't know anything about this matter.It took a full five or six minutes before he got out of the puzzled state and suddenly realized, "Ah, that's right, Superman. The crisis of cosmic fusion should indeed be taken seriously. If the Red Skull can help solve the Hydra problem, it will be great for us. It’s definitely a good thing.”

Vormir frowned, and exchanged glances with Howard.

Is Chief Fury confused?It's not like, but it seems that some external force made them forget about the coming of Superman.

"That's what I mean too." Coulson, who also reacted, agreed, "Even after most of Hydra's forces have collapsed, S.H.I.E.L.D. A lot of convenience. The only question is, will the Red Skull agree?"

"He'll agree." Vormir nodded emphatically.

Even if the Red Skull disagrees, he knows the details of everyone. For example, the guy who is running errands in the hall is Pierce's old department, and the guy who is laughing and patting his colleague's shoulder is a room trained by Rumlow. /Spy, let's say the Level [-] agent waiting outside the door is John Garrett's adopted son.

But he still can't leave other gemstones for a long time. This time, he was able to leave the base for a short time because of the progress made by Stark and his son, Dr. Banner and Shu Rui after the communication.Besides, even if you want to command remotely, you have to invest a lot of time and energy, especially if you put a long line to catch big fish and catch them all, it is not worthwhile for soul gems.

The four of them sold a lot of agents during the conversation, but Vormir still remembers two things. The first is to leave a similar team for S.H.I.E.L.D. There is no one in the house; the second is to leave a useful team for the cleaning girl Red Skull. It is best to be really useful and not have so many emotional entanglements. Don’t end up like a winery with only Gin is working hard.

So before going down to the dungeon, he added: "If you catch the agent alive during this period of time, don't rush to execute it. My heart and I will look at it and think of a way."

Coulson breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

The three of them watched the blond-haired young man go downstairs from the command room, and appeared in the surveillance a few minutes later.The Red Skull was still lying on the ground holding the salted fish, and he slowly got up after being poked with his toe. It seemed that the movement was not something he had practiced in a day or two.

Both Phil Coulson and Nick Fury are well-trained agents and are very good at reading mouth patterns, but at this moment, even if Howard curiously asked what was happening in the surveillance, they both looked inscrutable and kept silent. don't talk about it.

The fact is that after Vormir entered, he first asked: "Where is the Collector?"

Then the Red Skull replied: "He was locked in the outer layer, so that he could exchange makeup experience and collection experience with the agents."

"Make-up experience? Can he exchange experience with his makeup?"

That's no, you don't know that although he makes himself ugly with makeup, his aesthetics are surprisingly online, and he gives female agents the color matching of tops and skirts and seasonal goodies all day long.

"There is also collection experience, why would anyone ask him about collection experience?"

This time Red Skull's eyes wandered suspiciously.

After hesitating for a while, he sold his tacit comrade-in-arms: "Coulson communicates with him for three hours a day."