[US Team 2] Hey Yo~ Hey Claw!

It was all placed on Captain America, and no one heard his cry.

When everyone surrounded Steve and left, only he and another British kid named Henry or Hunter were kicked into the archives, facing a mountain of musty old materials.

"It's great, how can someone not love a job like a clerk?"

Hunter satirized in a low voice while lifting the cardboard box.

Rumlow laughed a few times, and imitated Hunter's logic and responded: "That is to say, who doesn't like moldy paper and documents full of silverfish?"

This is a kind of friendship connected by "trouble".

"Dude, tell me how you ended up here to flip through the book?"

Rumlow opened a box, frowned at the smell that had been stuffed in it for decades, and looked through the notes on the folder with disgust.

"I shot Agent May in the back - the tranquilizer gun, and I wanted to kill that bastard myself."

"Agent May? The name is Melinda, the Agent May nicknamed Iron Cavalry?"

"Yep!"

Rumlow cast a sympathetic look, and suddenly felt that he was not so miserable.Between offending Captain America and offending Agent May, he would rather offend 10 American sweethearts than offend one Agent May.

If you offend Captain America, you can save your life by releasing Uncle Winter. If you offend Agent May... Coulson who releases a company may be beaten back by her.

Rumlow remained in high spirits for the next hour, and even dug out candles and old-fashioned lampshades from the corner of the warehouse, lit them and placed them beside Hunter.

... Is this the romance of the Italians?

Hunter looked at the candle, feeling a little puzzled.

The two continued to organize the cardboard boxes in silence. Rumlow took the opportunity of moving things to observe the old warehouse. He was basically sure that if it wasn't for the investigation of Whitehall this time, no one would have entered this room. It means that monitoring or something can be ignored.

Rumlow looked at the pile of files, and was thinking about the possibility of hiding in it and sneaking away later when no one was looking, when he heard Hunter shout triumphantly:

"Found you! Nazi bastard!"

No!So fast!

Rumlow almost wanted to grab the ground with his head in his arms, but if he found it so quickly, wouldn't he have no reason to continue to stay here and take the opportunity to escape?

"Really? Show me, anyway, I've been rolling in Hydra, and my friends who haven't seen Red Skull are too unreasonable."

Rumlow was very anxious in his heart, and he couldn't see it on the surface at all. He approached Hunter with a surprised face and planned to make up an excuse to delay the job for another day and a half after seeing the documents.

"Here, this guy is the Hydra officer who found 0-8-4. He was said to be a science officer, Werner Reinhardt."

Hunter handed the old and yellowed document to Rumlow. Many of the handwritten words were blurred, but the important information such as the names of people was probably the person who wrote it with special care. Even after so many years, the handwriting is still quite clear. legible.

Rumlow looked at the photo pinned in the corner of the document and said nothing.

"Hey, the Nazi bastard looks pretty good if you look carefully. Scientist in military uniform with glasses, in our age, it will definitely attract a lot of young girls, don't you think?"

Rumlow still didn't reply.

Hunter turned his head a little strangely, facing the previous frightened and dumb expression.

"What's the matter, old man?"

"It's nothing, just... This guy, does he have a son or a grandson?" Thinking of Whitehall's surname, Rumlow added, "Or a daughter? A grandson?"

"Ah... let me see... no." Hunter flipped through the documents and pointed out Reinhardt's sentence, "Look here, he was sentenced to life imprisonment, and he had no other relatives investigated before he was put in prison. Why do you ask ?”

"Because he is Whitehall." Rumlow didn't know what tone he used to say this sentence.

"What? You mean he looks like Whitehall?"

"No, I mean he's 'just' Whitehall himself. I saw him once, at Pierce's orders, in person, just like that."

Hunter blinked, as if digesting Rumlow's words.

"But how is this possible?" Hunter suddenly jumped up like crazy, and dropped the file in his hand on the table, as if it was covered with disgusting dirty things, "He is from the same era as the Red Skull ! Don’t tell me that if you go to jail, you can live forever!”

"How do I know?" Rumlow muttered, looking at Whitehall in the file in military uniform, his heart sank.

If this guy is really an immortal monster, Chucky has no idea what kind of person he's dealing with...

Rumlow shivered all over, grabbed the report like a gust of wind and ran outside.

***

Whitehall has been disappointed with Bakshi's recent effectiveness.

He had already given him hands and weapons, but with such abundant resources, he still couldn't catch a Winter Soldier. When did Bakshi become so useless?

"I...I'm sorry." Bakshi bowed his head in front of Whitehall with a face of shame, as if he was sorry for the country and the society, and the mere existence of breathing air was a waste of resources.

Whitehall frowned, and frankly said that this was the first time he had seen Bakshi in such a mess.

Since he was taken out of the S.H.I.E.L.D. prison by Bakshi, no matter what the occasion, Bakshi has performed with ease. Volunteering to count the bills for him -- he's a natural Hydra.

Whitehall--or Reinhardt--doesn't think he has much enthusiasm for power. All he is obsessed with from beginning to end is his research, his experiment.

Most people in this world are stupid and do not know how to make progress, but a small number of people with wisdom roots let morality and public opinion limit their hands and feet.Back then Da Vinci robbed the tomb to study the human body, who would use this to criticize Da Vinci now?

Discovering the truth must rely on experiments, and some sacrifices in experiments are inevitable.It's a pity that most people can't figure this out. Only Hydra and Red Skull have vision.

So Whitehall never minded letting his men take over the reins, as long as they could help the experiment develop.Of course, if they failed to be faithful and tried to play tricks under his nose, Whitehall would be glad that he had yet another material for experimenting with new methods of brainwashing.

He did not doubt Bakshi's loyalty, but today Bakshi's request made him a little distressed.

"Sir, I promise to use my life to ensure the safety of the obelisk!" Seeing that Whitehall hadn't responded for a long time, Bakshi quickly swore his promise again.

He just wanted to use the obelisk as a trump card. If it didn't work, he would greet the Winter Soldier with that thing. They have done many experiments. The obelisk's lethality varies from person to person, and some people can still be touched. After a while, some people will soon turn to stone.

How can the famous Winter Soldier hold on?Dr. Whitehall wants to instruct the Winter Soldier to research materials, so missing arms and legs is not very important, just cut off the eroded limbs after he loses his combat power.

Whitehall was thinking the same thing.

He hasn't solved the secret of the obelisk yet, the nagging man said that the way he used the obelisk was wrong, and he also called the obelisk "Diviner", he didn't believe this One-sided words, but the other party's demeanor made him suspect that this man really knew another way to use the obelisk.

The mysterious obelisk, the super serum on the Winter Soldier that might save his [beep──] problem...

Both would love to study...

Oh, why did God play with him like this?

Is devotion to science his original sin?He just wants to be a quiet scientist!

With his back to Bakshi, Whitehall made a sad expression towards the fluorescent lamp.

Decided!This time he wants to do it himself, the Winter Soldier and the Obelisk, he wants to grab it with both hands!Need both hands...cough cough cough cough!

Regardless of whether you are a Winter Soldier or a Summer Soldier, lie down on the operating table before the power of science!

The author has something to say: Dr. Whitehall Aˊ

Whether it's a side story or a main story, Dr. Whitehall is very concerned about his [beep──] wilting problem

☆, 56

Chucky had no idea that an old pervert was approaching his house.

He, Uncle Dong, and Simmons are taking inventory of the equipment that has exploded during this period of time. Some items can be used, and some items are not suitable and must be disposed of or handed over to Coulson.

Now is spoils time.

"I want these."

Uncle Dong dug out a bunch of tactical knives, and unceremoniously declared their ownership.

"Then I'll wrap these up and hand them over to Coulson."

Simmons found several powerful rifles.

"I just need some extra ammo."

Chakri quickly searched for the magazine, and dismantled the other pistols by the way.He didn't want the enemy to come into the house one day and kill him with the weapon that Chakri had snatched.

"The rest... the inconspicuous things wear off the marks, and I have a way to sell them. Seal up the dangerous things."

"No problem, I brought the suitcase."

Simmons took out a nostalgic-looking metal box from the huge paper bag she brought today.

"Where did you get the box? It's still so...historical?"

Chakri pulled the metal box, and curiously lifted it up to look through it. Although it looked very old, it felt quite heavy in the hand.

"Today, the scientific research department opened some old things for us to analyze. These boxes were supposed to be eliminated, so I took a few back. These are from World War II—"

"Ammunition box. American style."

Before Simmons explained the origin of the box, Uncle Dong had already spoken about the purpose of the box, but after he finished speaking, he himself looked bewildered, as if he had no idea why he knew the origin of the box.

Simmons and Chakri exchanged glances carefully, and the former took two equally old metal boxes from her bag. Uncle Dong also recognized which country they were made from the shape of the boxes.

"Do you think he is...?" Chakri said, pointing to his head gesticulating, his eyes blinking in the direction of Uncle Dong, "Is this a good sign?"

"Maybe." Simmons said veiledly, "I can't say without giving him a comprehensive examination, but according to Hipaw's practice of freezing him for a period of time and repeatedly brainwashing him, it can be speculated that they can't really' To delete 'memory, you can only use strong stimulation to make him temporarily forget it."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Chucky didn't understand what the worried expression on Simmons's face meant. Isn't it something worth celebrating when Uncle Dong thinks of his past brainwashed by Hydra?

"In a broad sense, yes. That's a good thing. But the problem is that we don't know which memory is awakening in his brain right now."

Simmons explained while packing things into the box.

"For example, when he saw this old ammunition box, it might remind him of something from World War II—we all know Sergeant Barnes was a sniper, and the ammunition box might be a familiar object to him. But the next What was it once? Will these fragments of memory confuse him? Will he mistakenly think that he is still on some battlefield in Europe and treat us as the enemy? We have no idea at all, he needs treatment, Chuck, isolation treatment- In order to better observe his recovery, and to prevent him from hurting others or himself."

"Huh... Of course I know he needs therapy, or a psychiatrist or something, but..."

Chakri looked distressed at Uncle Dong who was checking the blade of the knife against the light for any damage, and felt heartbroken.

"He would never accept a psychiatrist or a test like that."

Simmons followed suit with a sigh.

"Well, I have to say you're right."

As for the character who can make Uncle Dong obediently see a doctor... The eyes of the two agents involuntarily drifted to the figure of Captain America who had already occupied Chucky's dormitory with lightning speed.

"I thought he would directly ask me to take him to find Captain America, but when he heard that we were going to deal with Hydra, Uncle Dong changed his mind and didn't look for anyone. I haven't figured out the reason for this."

Chuckri rubbed his chin, his always very keen intuition told him that Uncle Dong must be thinking about something that will haunt his heart for a lifetime.

Uncle Dong concentrates on inspecting the equipment. His goal is to defeat the leader of Hipaw and take over Hipaw, a huge multinational enterprise. In this way, he is also a man with a career!Having a career, having money (Pierce's check) and knowing how to live a life (Deacon's special operations team), isn't this the best standard for people to choose a mate nowadays!

Then he'll give Steve the whole Hipaw as a bride price!

***

Unaware that they had been labeled a "betrothal gift," Whitehall and Bakshi were heading to the location of Chakri and the Winter Soldier with an entire elite squad and an obelisk in a special suitcase.

As one of the leaders of Hydra, Whitehall still has more resources than Bakshi at his disposal. After a little investigation, he found out that the so-called "third party" is just a cover-up. The Winter Soldier has always had only one people.

Chucky had been excluded from the threat by Whitehall from the very beginning, and he remembered the young agent, whom Pierce had doubted his loyalty, especially for himself to brainwash.Although he doesn't know why he assisted the Winter Soldier, Whitehall believes that as long as he, the "master", appears in front of the brainwashed, plus keywords, it will be a matter of time before Chuckly becomes obedient!

The group of Hydra waited until late at night outside Chuckley's apartment, watching the lights inside the house go out, Whitehall raised his hand, made a signal of "attack", and watched the soldiers rush towards the target softly , surrounded and confirmed that every exit was guarded, and cut off the power in the whole area after the countdown of three seconds.

Bakshi wanted to step forward and kick the door to vent his burning anger. As long as he thought of being ignored for so long, he was beaten up like a dog and ran back to get beaten in a foolish way, he felt that he was against Hydra. His loyalty has been insulted, and he desperately needs to slap the Winter Soldier and the damn security boy in the face!

"Wait." Whitehall stopped Bakshi with an angry face.

Hydra's fist shouldn't be so dull, it has reached this point and there is no response.

As if to echo Whitehall's thoughts, a series of sudden gunshots erupted in the peaceful apartment. In the darkness, only the muzzle flames and the constant wailing of people were seen.

It wasn't until someone threw a fluorescent stick into the room in the chaos that Whitehall saw the legendary Winter Soldier in the faint yellow halo.

"Wow..." He opened his eyes wide, and he almost couldn't bear to take his eyes off the Winter Soldier—especially the arm, "It's really beautiful, this is Zola's design, although it has been changed a lot, it is still the same. You can see the original shape, and what is even more amazing is the person who can drive this arm..."

Whitehall is almost dissecting the Winter Soldier with his eyes. That metal arm is not an ordinary prosthetic. The weaponized design makes it weigh far more than ordinary prosthetics. Otherwise, how could it have the ability to slap the car door apart?Attaching such heavy equipment to the human body is not like assembling a model. Once the left hand and right hand are glued to the human body, it will be fine. In order to balance the excess weight on half of the body, his bones must also be reinforced with the left hand, but deducted These artificial implants can support and use the arms like real limbs, and the strength of the muscles cannot be underestimated. This must be brought about by the strengthening of the serum!

He now has the ability to live forever. If he can get the serum from the Winter Soldier to strengthen him, then he can conduct more and more intense research!

Thinking about it this way, Whitehall looks at the Winter Soldier like a wolf seeing meat, or a mouse seeing rice, or a Red Skull seeing Captain America... In short, it is a look that cannot be ignored.

The Winter Soldier had no trouble finding a suit among the dark crowd of agents, Whitehall and Bakshi who were incompatible with the surroundings.Whitehall's eyes made his hair stand on end, not because he felt the powerful fighting power from Whitehall, but because the eyes made him instinctively uncomfortable.

He knew Bakshi, and the person standing next to Bakshi must be another senior executive!He decided to get rid of these two dog-like guys first.

He threw away the gun in his hand, and the bullets had been emptied at the same time he made the death declaration to Bakshi. The Winter Soldier stretched out his hand without looking back, and the palm was immediately stuffed with a heavy weight. At the beginning, I consciously stood on the post of the ammunition depot, holding a scorpion in each of my left and right hands, and two under the armpits on both sides, so as to serve the uncle who beats bullets like marbles.

Hydra has enough people coming this time, and each of them is well-equipped and well-prepared, which is not at the same level as the previous few times.If the Hydra before were wild mobs, this group is the elite monsters with red names!Compared with them, they are weak and weak. Without Rumlow and the special forces to cover with barrage, if it weren't for the weapons that Chakri got by tricks before, it is estimated that the two of them would have been beaten to a bloody mess by now.

"We have to retreat!"

As soon as Chakri saw Uncle Dong moving towards Bakshi, he wanted to drop all his equipment and pounce on him to drag him away.Paralyzed, if you move forward at this time, isn't that the same as announcing to Hydra: "Come and hit me! Hit me!"

God knows if this place has been surrounded by three circles inside and outside?

That guy Bakshi could feel sorry for it so soon, Chakri looked at him bitterly and wanted to threaten him with his eyes, but he didn't expect that his eyes met with a familiar face──

"Obey, and you will be rewarded."

"Are you ready to obey?"

Chucky will never forget that the little glasses are just annoying to hang him up and talk about it!He was still pulling his eyelids to force him to look at the colorful screen, and now he is suffering from dry eye syndrome!It turned out to be a hydra too!

Of course, Chakri's "violent" gaze did not escape Whitehall's eyes, but in his opinion, it was the performance of the brainwashed subject waiting for an input command after seeing the master.

Signaling the Hydra agents to cease fire, Whitehall began to persuade them to surrender in a benevolent tone:

"My rules are simple—obedience will be rewarded. Surrender and you will be free."

This passage is very skillful. For the Winter Soldier, it is to persuade him to surrender. For Chucky, it is to trigger the control code that was added to him when he was brainwashed.

"Fuck you!" Uncle Dong doesn't care about obedience or rewards, he has obeyed all his life, now is the time for his great liberation, who dares to ask him to obey!Rumlow didn't even dare to ask him to obey, what are you!Bah bah bah bah bah!

If Whitehall could read minds, he would have thought that this sentence sounded very similar to: "How dare you hit me! How dare you hit me when my father didn't even hit me!"

"You have no backup. I don't see any benefit in continuing to resist." Whitehall turned his head slightly to look back, it was pitch black, and he didn't know what was hidden.

"I don't want to create meaningless consumption, so... are you ready to obey?"

Chucky let go of the clamped arms, and the two guns fell to the ground with a "snap" and "snap", which made Whitehall raise his eyebrows in satisfaction, but his complacency only lasted a few seconds, because the gun in Chuckley's hand The gun was pointed at him, without the slightest intention to "obey".

"Interesting! You can resist brainwashing!"

Whitehall never thought that this trip would yield such a rich harvest, two first-class experimental products!

He didn't want to delay for a moment now, so he directly waved his hand to signal the following agents to forcefully attack and arrest the two of them.

To deal with this kind of poor little guy who has no backup, the Hydra big local tyrant's approach is to play with you slowly, to see if you two are the first to exhaust all your ammunition and save only fresh flesh, or the Hydra... Alas, I'm sorry Our support is endless!

"I'm sorry, which one said they have no backup?"

A flare hit the air, and a small group of people stood at the entrance of the alley closest to Chakri's apartment building. The leader was holding a portable loudspeaker, shouting at Hydra while approaching.

"Grandson! Who the hell told you to call someone from the Special Forces!"

This sentence was like a call to war, and it exploded in the alley with the sound of gunshots and the smell of gunpowder.

This group of special forces members had no chance to return to field missions after the sky carrier incident. I tried my best to see one chug one by one.

#My mother's anger#

Under the cover of the team members, Rumlow broke out towards the apartment where Chuckli and Uncle Dong lived without distraction, and the two people in the room also tried to break through the level in his direction.

Bakshi saw that today's smooth operation was going to be ruined by this group of Hydra traitors, and he was so angry that he didn't think about anything. He only wanted to get revenge for the humiliation he suffered these days, so he opened the suitcase , Shouting meaningless voices indiscriminately, throwing the obelisk inside in the direction of the Winter Soldier.

"Soldier, get out of the way!" Chucky kicked the Winter Soldier's knee, forcing him to stagger a few steps forward, and reached out to catch the strange thing that was about to hit Uncle Winter's forehead.

Damn, such a big piece of metal, if it is really smashed on the forehead, nothing will happen!

Rumlow couldn't believe what he saw.

0-8-4 drew a parabola in front of his eyes, that dangerous object that could instantly turn a person into a black stone, Chakri reached out to pick it up!

"No──!" He tried his best to use the butt of the gun, kicked, and even used the head hammer, and ran forward desperately to stop Chucky's movement, "No! No! Don't take it!"

"Eh?"

Rumlow's voice could not be heard clearly in the chaos, but Chakri still subconsciously turned his head to face the crazy special commander.

0-8-4 fell into his raised hands.

No response, just a big iron block.

So Whitehall went crazy too.

The author has something to say: I read it today, and the collection of the little angel's article is actually 1000!?

As a little transparent author, it’s really good to have a three-digit book collection (wiping away tears)

You are all my wings!

☆, 58

time:? ? ?Location: Coulson's Team Base

Rumlow walked quickly in the base holding the stack of old materials. This was the first time he felt that the base was exaggeratedly large, as if it would never end.

It wasn't until Agent May stopped him and gave him a suspicious look that Rumlow felt that he had finally found his backbone. He had never loved Melinda May's eye knife more than now!

"Agent May!" He raised the folder to his eyes and shook it vigorously, "I found it."

It was May's "what the hell did you find?" look that answered him.In fact, Rumlow doubts that Agent May is the only person in the base who can use his eyes and expressions to complete a series of actions from complaining to slapping the face without opening his mouth.

"Daniel Whitehall, I found him." Rumlow raised the document in his hand, and spread it out rudely, until the old photo of the Nazi officer appeared on the opened page, "Here, Look, Whitehall!"

"However, it says that he was from World War II." Agent May glanced at the old paper and frowned. "Are you saying that after all this time, he hasn't aged at all?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but I can assure you it's really Whitehall himself, I've seen him in person and he looks exactly like the guy in this picture! It's not son like dad, Looks like grandpa, but the real person!"

Rumlow's swearing appearance caused cracks on Agent May's expression like an iceberg of ten thousand years.

"you sure?"

She took the document, and instead of reading ten lines at a glance at the beginning, she read it word by word carefully.

"100% sure, and I can assure you that this is not some hydra conspiracy, thanks to the captain, I may be caught by the hydra as soon as I walk out of the gate and sacrificed in blood, so──When you plan to fight against the thousand-year-old demon Before, can you ask your great director to withdraw Chakri?"

Agent May gave him a "quiet" look during the reading interval. After Rumlow rolled his eyes and took a deep breath to suppress the churning emotions in his chest, the female agent closed the document with a "snap" and strode towards Lang Muluo. The direction Mlo came from.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"A photo and your side story doesn't prove anything. We need more evidence to understand the relationship between Whitehall and Reinhardt."

Agent Mei pushed open the door of the archive room, and Hunter subconsciously stood at attention the second he saw Mei, not even daring to look away.

"I need information on Werner Reinhardt──" Agent May raised his chin and ordered with a queen-like gesture, "I want everything."

The Queen's servants (Hunter and Rumlow) can only be replanted in the moldy files in despair.

An hour—maybe more, Rumlow doesn't have a very precise sense of time here—they finally ended the search with a pile of dirty and yellowed paper.

These records are much more casual than the previous folders, mostly formulaic and routine records about the daily life of prison inmates-who requested what items, who requested medical assistance, who conducted interviews...

Reinhardt's records are among these prisoners. No matter how prominent he is in the outside world, he is just a prisoner here, and any needs of him need to be recorded and approved.

Rumlow read that Reinhardt had several conversations with Peggy Carter after he was imprisoned. He wanted to apply to join the "Paperclip Project". Many scientists who had experienced Hydra joined God through this project. Shield, and paved the way for the resurrection of the current Hydra, but Reinhardt did not get permission. According to Peggy Carter, as long as she can speak, Reinhardt will have to rot in this prison.

"Here are some photos." Hunter found several files with a date closer to the present. "He looks... Well, he looks pretty healthy for a ninety-year-old."

The photo shows a gray-haired old man. The wrinkles on his face reflect his age. His bloodless skin is a manifestation of his dark life these years. The document even indicates that he has various types of arthritis and rheumatism after he turned 80. It hurts, and he can't walk well even when the prisoner is released.

"Are you sure this guy is really Whitehall?" Hunter began to waver at Rumlow's statement, "Now I'm not sure which is more terrifying, rejuvenation or immortality."

"Count me in." Rumlow twitched the corners of his mouth, allowing himself to show an expression close to a smiley face, "Ah, I think I found something."

What he had in his hand was an official document signed by Pierce. Judging from the time, he was at the time when he was full of vigor and high-spirited.At the same time, there were several other members of Hydra who signed the release documents, all of them were old and their days were numbered. These old men are a threat.

"It's totally his style." The expression on Rumlow's face turned into a sarcastic smile, "If Pierce wants to, he can definitely make himself look as compassionate as a Nobel Peace Prize winner, oh, I forgot He's the winner himself, it's just that he turned down the award, which, of course, adds another layer to his reputation."

"So, if Whitehall is really Reinhardt." May held two photos on the left and one on the right, one young and one old, "something must have happened to him to make him rejuvenate, And shot the 0-8-4 object as soon as he took power because that was the project he was working on before he was arrested."

"I've got to tell Coulson about that."

With fluttering black hair, the female agent in black quickly turned around and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor, leaving Hunter and Rumlow in the file room with the dust.

"And then again, what the hell is 0-8-4? I know it's synonymous with 'unidentified object' in S.H.I.E.L.D., but Whitehall is different, it's kind of like…"

"Oh." Hunter's expression suddenly became gloomy, "That's it. It's a good time for you to ask. I saw with my own eyes how that thing turned people into stone."

"Turned into stone?"

"That's right, it's about this big." Hunter gestured for a size, "It looks like just a piece of iron, but as soon as you touch it, you will turn into stone, completely dead. Hydra probably wants to Use that thing to make such a map cannon weapon, pervert."

"Uh huh, hey yo, hi paw." Rumlow smiled awkwardly, the concept of "a piece of iron that dies when touched" kept lingering in his mind, this kind of thing has surpassed any human weapon, even if Uncle Dong can Tear off the claws with bare hands, but in case you encounter such a thing that dies when you touch it...

"Hunter, you're not an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., right, I mean, not officially."

"Huh? Strictly speaking, this is the case. I once had a colleague who was a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I stayed after she died in a mission. What are you doing? Is there any discrimination between academics and wild children here? "

"No, no, I just want to ask, you must have... ahem, don't disturb Coulson's external contact information."

Rumlow used to be a private mercenary, and he knew that people like them must have more than one communication channel.

"What are you going to do?"

Hunter has not forgotten that this guy is the former Hydra.

"Look for a brother to help check the attendance."

Probably because Rumlow's expression was too serious, Hunter didn't come back to his senses all of a sudden. When he would feel sorry (or thought he would) come, he had already hooked Rumlow's shoulder and took the He took out a mobile phone and stuffed it into his arms, and cheerfully began to talk about his own bitterness and tears:

"Good brother, you know, I have a particularly evil ex-wife..."

***

Jack Rollins, the former deputy captain of the Hydra Special Forces AKA Winter Soldier nanny team, was injured in a previous mission and is now planning to book a flight to the Maldives online, with blue skies, white beaches and bikini babes Bartending with a small umbrella!I'm coming!

The phone by the bedside rang, and the number of the incoming call had been blocked. It was no big deal. To put it bluntly, his job was a high-level thug, and many people would choose to use this phone to contact him.

But today, today, right now, at this very moment, Rollins desperately doesn't want to take the call.

"Never mind. I'm going on vacation," he muttered, turning his head to the computer screen to search for the price and time of the flight.

The phone continued to ring persistently.

"Oh! Shit!" Rollins stared at the screen, but the incessant ringing made him unable to concentrate at all. He grabbed the phone and stared at him like he was looking at the enemy who killed his whole family.

"It's better to have a lucrative job!