[US Team 2] Hey Yo~ Hey Claw!

After a mission to retrieve an alien object unexpectedly explodes, his life doesn't go smoothly.

It’s okay to be forced to join the anti-social organization in the second class. I was originally an earth person rich in alien elements, and I can barely accept it. Weapons of destruction are involved.

He can already imagine that if the government or the military finds out that he can grab that thing and not be killed, maybe this group of politicians with a strong desire for control will kill him first, lest Chucky catch him one day. Crazy to use this thing to engage in massacres.

"I always feel... Even if Hipaw is defeated, I don't seem to have the feeling of real victory." Scratching his head, Chakri felt that his bad luck showed no signs of turning around at all, "It's better to retire early , what do you think of us going to Tahiti?"

"It's good, but why is it Tahiti? I remember that you searched for Palau in your laptop." Rumlow felt that when Chuck was in a bad mood, he had to be right in everything he said. Yes, even if he proposes crazy ideas like going to Sulfur Valley together, he must like it.

"Because it's a Magical Place! I'm sure you'll need to go there soon." Chakri smiled, turned around and rattled his right knuckles, "Now, do you want to explain, you are in the middle of the night Come to my room? And when did you monitor my laptop? Dear little Brock?"

The author has something to say: [Top] [Highlight] Notice to all colleagues in the team to immediately stop monitoring all electronic items of the captain's wife!

Vice-captain Rawlins said: As a moderator, the daily work is really hard... Hey, something seems wrong?

The obelisk is such an annoying little thing =ˇ=

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As Captain America, Steve has been very familiar with meetings since World War II. Back then, he held meetings with the Roaring Commandos every day: review meetings, pre-war meetings... In modern times, he also participates in S.H.I.E.L.D. The task is also this meeting and that meeting, but Steve has never been so nervous like now.

There is no other reason, the man sitting on the opposite side of the conference table, with low air pressure since he stepped into the conference room, and the man who wrote the word "unhappy" on his face is the answer to all problems.

No matter what other people call the man the Winter Soldier, or whatever, to Steve, he's just Bucky.

The most important person in his life that he lost 70 years ago has returned to him 70 years later.

There is nothing more worthy of gratitude than this!

Just... Even if Bucky didn't even look at him, he just ate his luxurious lunch at the conference table:

Smoked salmon and spinach omelet, looking up at the starry sky (crayfish version), a set of pancake roll fried dough sticks, Chakri and Rumlow also brought a portable gas stove and alcohol lamp, and are cooking miso soup and coffee in the back... ...It is said that the coffee is still Pu-erh coffee beans.

Well, even if Bucky was served like a king, and didn't give him half a look...he...he wouldn't care!To be able to see the real Bucky and sit at the same table with Bucky to eat, he has already thanked God, thanked Jesus, and thanked the Virgin Mary!

Uncle Dong lowered his head and ate his food, looking calm but his inner world was already beating drums.

This is different from what he thought!

The original script (BY Uncle Dong) should be that he found that Steve looked at his dishes full of "$$" brilliance, but whenever Steve showed the slightest interest in any dish, he could push the boat along the way: "Want to eat Eat it if you want, huh!" Then realize "I eat with my dear" which is a crucial step in a relationship!

But why did Steve keep staring at his face from the moment he got to the table!

How can he observe which dish Steve likes when he is so open and staring at him?I can't do anything other than bow my head to eat, okay?

Back then, he watched the part of the special forces movie night, the youth campus love comedy, so why did he still deviate from the script?

Thinking about it, Uncle Dong's aura of "cut Kaisen" became stronger again.Fortunately, Rumlow immediately sent coffee to ease the atmosphere. In fact, he wanted to pour the whole pot of coffee on the bear's head. The meeting room has been cut into two parts by the two of you. Please pay attention to the impact, please?

Although Rumlow thinks that his lower limit has long been wiped out, but at least the captain's lower limit is still there!Don't let the spiritual leaders of the country become as lost as their group?

Chakri's hand put on Rumlow's shoulder a second before he went crazy, and pressed hard.

The ominous premonition made Rumlow's movement of turning his head a few beats slower, but he still couldn't help seeing Uncle Dong push Stargazing to Steve, who held the plate with both hands in a pious gesture. Pie, who looked creepy, looked tenderly at the crayfish who were dying.

For the first time, Rumlow felt so profoundly how far-reaching the harm Hipaw is to human beings.

"Cough...then, good afternoon, everyone."

Director Coulson cleared his throat in embarrassment, and realized that if he continued to pay attention to the captain's movements, he might not need to continue the meeting today.By the way, he is so jealous of those three crayfish!Damn it, he also wants to accept the captain's gentle eyes!

"Today we're going to talk about the 0-8-4 object, commonly known as the 'Obelisk'."

Coulson knocked on the conference table, and an obelisk with stereoscopic projection immediately appeared on the table and slowly turned over.

"Since this object was discovered by S.H.I.E.L.D., it has been positioned as a weapon of unknown principle, most likely a product of a higher technological civilization. According to news, Hydra has also been working on the weaponization of the obelisk development."

"If you ask me, this kind of thing should be buried in the ground and never see the light of day."

Hunter curled his lips, making no effort to hide his distaste for things like the Obelisk, and the others were not surprised by his straightforward reaction, after all, his former comrade-in-arms lost his life because of this thing.

"Thank you for your opinion, Hunter." Coulson smiled at him and continued to speak, "But the latest information shows that the original purpose of the obelisk was not as a weapon, so I hope to hear your opinions here , under the current circumstances, we should continue to seal the obelisk—as before—or we should investigate the so-called 'real purpose of the obelisk' in depth, or if you have any opinions, you can raise them."

"Who wants to study that kind of thing, just use it as scrap iron and sell it."

Rumlow complained in a low voice, unexpectedly his soliloquy was overheard by Uncle Dong, and asked him in turn:

"Can it be sold for a lot of money?"

"Hmm... How can I say that they are all alien precious metals, probably like vibrating gold? To the extent that there is a price but no market?"

"Shut up! Don't think about it, that thing will never give it to you, and it's useless to look at me with buying eyes."

"But that's worth the money!"

With the sound of "snap!", and Chakri casually put a large bowl of soup in front of Uncle Dong: "It's okay, eat and drink your soup."

"……Oh."

Uncle Dong, who was about to flip the table a second ago, so that all the SHIELD agents had already jumped to the sides to take cover on the spot, continued his luxurious breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Chucky felt that it took him a lifetime of courage and adrenal glands to get Uncle Badong's head in front of Captain America, but he had to!If it doesn't continue to be photographed, Uncle Dong might really sell that thing for a wedding fund!

"Cough, for world peace, Captain."

He tried his best to meet the eyes of Captain America, and raised his position before the other party spoke.

"You must understand, Captain. You will not be confused by the eyes of Maimaimai, I believe in you, Captain!"

Steve didn't know why his cheeks flushed, his gaze turned to the side in embarrassment, and he scratched the back of his head uncomfortably.

This action has fully explained, what he originally wanted to say was: "If Bucky wants it, it's okay to give it to him!"

Both Rumlow and Chakri took a sympathetic look at Steve, who had been infected with the "Baji virus" for a long time and was probably nearing the end, and decisively raised his hand to vote for "bury the obelisk".

As a result of the voting, the number of people in favor of studying the obelisk and the number of people directly burying the obelisk were equal after deducting the meeting host Coulson who did not express an opinion.

Agent May, Skye, Mike, and Fitz of Coulson's team thought that since the advantage was already in our hands, using 70 years of advanced technology to thoroughly study the obelisk might really solve the mystery and use the correct To avoid more people dying due to improper use in the future.

Rumlow, Chakri, Hunter, and Trip are on the opposing side, believing that some things do not belong to the category of human beings and should not be touched rashly, because no one will know the consequences of rash actions.

The two opinions of "sell it for a dollar" and "put Bucky in the house for decoration" were naturally ignored by everyone.

All eyes are on Coulson, his opinion will decide whether the obelisk will never see the light of day or—

"Then it's decided, Fitz, you take the obelisk to the laboratory, and we can start analyzing it when the last of our members expires. Now, May, Skye, and Chuck and Rumlow stay, and the rest Everyone please return to your post, thank you."

Coulson made a final decision, in exchange for a few English-style curses from Hunter, but he still obediently followed Coulson's instructions and left the conference room, and Trip kindly spoke to him to comfort him.

"Now, in addition to the Hydra problem, we have this to solve."

Skye clicked on the conference table, and the pattern of the obelisk was replaced by a tragic death of a woman, her body was engraved with a pattern of circles and lines.

Chukri recognized it at first glance as the totem that had emerged from the obelisk as he held it.

"This woman is a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and one of the subjects of the Tahiti treatment program. For some reason, S.H.I.E.L.D. erased her memory as an agent and made her change her identity to be a normal person Life."

The projection shows the ordinary life of the former agent. As a clean and kind female teacher, she should not get into trouble with such a brutal killer. Even if she kills someone, she will leave a totem on the body.

"According to the results of the autopsy, she died of cardiac arrest because she couldn't stand the pain of being engraved with these totems alive."

Coulson took a deep look at Chakri, and continued on his own:

"And we also found that both the deceased and the murderer contained GH-325 in their bodies. Yes, it is the exact same drug that was used on us."

Chuckley pursed his lips tightly and did not speak, his hands were tightly clenched into fists and then loosened, his eyes were locked on Coulson's face, hoping to see something behind his smile.

"What do you mean?" Chucky twitched his lips, "You think I'm next? Or...do you think I'll make the next one?"

He is not aimless, there are already GH-325 drug subjects who have gone crazy and become murderers, and the experience of the murderer's former agent shows that he will be more cunning and deadly than any killer.Coulson certainly doesn't want this kind of thing to expand.

Chuckley didn't know if the things that Rumlow investigated had entered the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D., but compared to those, the fact that he was once used by S.H.I.E.L.D. to test GH-325 was enough for Coulson to request He was observed in isolation.

Coulson didn't answer the question, but instead gave Skye a wink. The young female agent projected several photos, all of which were puzzle-like circle pictures, but these pictures were very large, about an entire range of the wall.

"I only ask you once, and I hope you can answer honestly, Damon." Coulson rarely used Chuckli's surname, which is usually the tone he would use when issuing tasks, "Look Looking at this picture, what do you think it means?"

Rumlow was also looking at the picture. He couldn't figure out what it was drawing at all. He tried to follow the size of the circles, the rules of the lines and the circles... Viewed from various angles, it was a picture in his eyes. A "work of art", which means "I don't know what the hell I'm drawing at all".

"This is a map." Chakri replied without hesitation, "To be more precise, this is a map of a city."

Ahhh, Rumlow observed Coulson's expression as if struck by lightning, Skye's wide-eyed eyes and Agent May beside him... Well, Agent May is still Agent May of the iceberg.

"Could it happen to be the city of blue-skinned aliens?" Rumlow thought about it, and broke into a cold sweat secretly. ? Eh, exotic love is trouble."

The author has something to say: Uncle Dong: life is not extinguished, and wealth is not only displayed.But why didn't Steve jump up and shout: We are friends with local tyrants!

#Don’t show children too many NC film and television products#

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Regardless of where the city indicated by this map is, the most urgent task for Coulson at the moment is to find the mentally disturbed agent who was killed by GH-325, and prevent him from continuing to slaughter other subjects.

And Coulson also seriously expressed the harmfulness of this drug to the human body in front of Chakri, and even directly stated that he had been tortured by the side effects of this drug for a long time, and the patterns they saw just now were Coulson's suffering. Cannot be urged by the hallucinations in the brain, it is carved down.

In his words: "I can't control the urge at all."

Agent May and Skye are the few insiders in the team. They are responsible for keeping a close eye on Coulson's physical and mental conditions.

"I tell you this in the hope that you will be prepared. Maybe you are as special as Skye. This drug has no side effects on you. But if I go crazy..."

Agent May, who had been silent behind Coulson's back, suddenly gave him a hard look, causing Coulson to quickly change his words:

"When I had symptoms when I couldn't help, I hope you can at least understand how these hallucinations happen. And that there are people who can help when you completely lose your mind."

Coulson's eyes moved to Rumlow.

"And I hope that person is fierce and ruthless enough, don't be like me..."

"Coulson, we have agreed that we don't need to talk about this matter!" Agent May sighed heavily, and interrupted Coulson with a sullen face, "I can say again in front of these people, 'I will never Get a bullet in your head' so don't play tricks, Chief!"

It looked like they had had many unpleasant conversations before, about the proposal that if Coulson went crazy, let May shoot him in the head, etc. It was very obvious that Agent May did not accept this solution.

"Come on, May, you don't want to see me turn into a psycho killer, do you?"

Coulson squeezed out a wry smile, and Agent May's face clearly stated that she refused to continue talking about this topic. The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became heavy, and even Skye pursed his lips and looked at Agent May and then at Cole. Sen, as if he wanted to say something nice to ease the atmosphere but couldn't make up his mind on whose side to take.

──It's like a child whose parents are arguing and don't know how to persuade them!

Chuckli really felt a little bit of sympathy for the imprisoned self-proclaimed father. His own daughter had already firmly followed Coulson's father and never looked back.

"Hey, Chuck." Rumlow's voice sounded behind him.

"Huh?" The focus was still on the quarrel between Coulson and May (to be honest, he had never seen such a calm quarrel) Chucky just returned a nasal voice without even turning his head.

"Ha..." There was a sigh above his head, followed by Rumlow's almost swear words:

"Don't worry, Chuck, I will never kill you. If there is really... something wrong, we will leave and go where no one can find it."

"Hey, you're talking like you can kill me in minutes."

Without looking back, Chakri directly raised his hand to the source of the sound—a little behind his head—and patted it twice.

"You don't believe I can?"

Rumlow's tone was slightly raised, but there was no hint of anger in it.

"Well..."

Chakri wanted to say that if Rumlow really had that kind of thought, he would have run as far as he could.He has always been very confident in his wild instincts, and the feeling that makes every pore of his body uncomfortable has never been wrong once when anyone approaches him with malicious intent.

In fact, Chuckley has always suspected that this is also the reason for his poor undercover performance forever, because he is in an environment full of malicious temptations, receiving all kinds of "Warning! This person is dangerous!" It was too hard for him to pretend nothing was wrong.

That's why when his group mission was destroyed and the former chief reported that Heypaw came to A.I.E.L.D. as an undercover agent, Chakri felt very upset.

Because no matter whether the chief is the undercover Heypaw or not, he has never released any ill will towards Chakri from the beginning to the end, but instead led the second-year boy to go on the right path... er, at least on the surface it seems to be the right path?

May God bless the commander's soul rest in peace.

Rumlow looked helplessly at Chakri, whose eyes had been empty and who had obviously begun to wander. He could not utter the bold words of "don't worry if something really happens, I will cover you", let alone the long-forgotten man next to him. In the duo of super soldiers, Uncle Dong had poked his arm about 20 times, with increasing force, and Rumlow reasonably suspected that the spot on his arm must have been bruised.

"..." Uncle Dong tapped his wrist to the unwilling Rumlow, implying time.

"It's tea time, I understand." Deacon Rumlow got up resignedly, and went to prepare today's afternoon tea, while thinking about why his life took a turn and made him so versatile...

Destiny is such an annoying little watch smasher!

Uncle Dong didn't turn the lunch fork until the vicissitudes of Rumlow's back disappeared outside the door of the meeting room (the door was slammed very loudly), and then he turned the lunch fork, his body shook slightly from side to side, and the expression on his face seemed a little in a trance Swinging between Qingming and Qingming.

"You're not going to be a madman murderer."

Just when Chakri thought that Uncle Dong was thinking philosophically and didn't plan to talk to him, Uncle Dong opened his mouth.

"You won't have that chance."

Under the force of the metal hand, the fork was crushed into a metal ball, and rolled to the side of Chakri's seat.The meaning is very clear: "Before you go crazy and harm the world, the uncle will crush you to death every minute."

"Wow." Chucky pinched the fork ball with two fingers and looked at it with admiration, "Thanks! Speaking of afternoon tea, Captain, would you like to have a piece too? I'm currently researching souffle, here's Let’s bake one too.”

After finishing speaking, before Steve could answer whether he wanted it or not, he tossed the fork ball made by the Winter Soldier one by one, and left the conference room towards the kitchen.

Steve carefully observed Bucky's expression. He originally wanted to stop Bucky's so-called threatening words. Chakri is a good friend, and before Hydra was exposed, he secretly gave Bucky Ji helped a lot, especially for him to avoid being brainwashed, so Steve was very grateful to him, and even accepted him to come to him in private, saying that "the special forces are all deceived by Hydra and go astray" This kind of reason that will make all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents laugh when they say it out adds a lot of positive points to the investigation of Rumlow and the group, which is just enough to save the special forces from going to jail, but they still have to stay Under the regular supervision of Captain America (go through the motions, such as drinking a glass of wine).

It was Bucky who made him swallow the words in the end.

Bucky once killed many people under the control of Hydra, no matter how many people are damned villains and how many are innocent people, it can't erase the fact that Hydra ignores Bucky's free will thing.If Chakri really lost his mind and became a crazy killer because of the effects of drugs, it was also because of losing himself to some extent.

"Are you ok?"

Even with such a pale question, Steve wanted an answer from Bucky.Whether good or not.

"Me?" The Winter Soldier twitched his lips, "Could it be worse?"

"You know that's not what I meant, Bucky."

"Don't call me that, who the hell is Bucky!"

The Winter Soldier gritted his teeth violently, refusing to meet Steve's eyes.

"Okay, okay." Steve quickly followed Bucky's words, "Then what do you want me to call you?"

The warrior continued to hope with his unhappy face that Steve would back off.

He's not Bucky, and Sergeant Barnes was dead long before Zora sawed off his arm, making him the "Fist of Hydra."All that remained in this body were mutilated fragments, like a vague ghost.

The Ghost of James Barnes.

He is not an "asset". The Winter Soldier, who was used as a weapon by Hydra, also died when he met Chakri and Rumlow, a group of rude off-line special forces who especially liked to play matchmaker to lead the red line──to let him Said that the "asset" died happily, and was finally freed after being used for so many years.

It's neither Barnes nor the Winter Soldier that's here now, but he's haunted by the ghosts of those two, and he likes Captain America—Steve Rogers, the man he first saw with the Stars and Stripes as his uniform. The person who wears it likes him, but at the same time he wonders if it is the sergeant's ghost that is affecting him.

But he's pretty sure Steve likes Sergeant Barnes, or the ghost of Barnes in him.Because he was always yelling "Baji Baji" at himself.

Who the hell is it!

Damn Steve, can't you see that—the great Lord Winter—is after him?

Stop yelling all day long!Let Chake bang your head, burn the egg!

The author has something to say:

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Delicious desserts probably always have the effect of healing the heart, at least when everyone in the base is given a warm and fluffy soufflé, this blunt base seems to be full of sweetness everywhere.

"Let me tell you, why didn't so many villains attacking the earth think of conquering the world with desserts?" Chakri cocked his feet leisurely, holding the proud creation he just baked in his hand, and dug a big spoonful of it. Put it in your mouth and close your eyes to enjoy every trace of sweetness.

"If there is such a villain, I will definitely surrender. How about some more coffee?" Rumlow just swallowed a mouthful of soufflé, picked up the coffee pot and asked Chakri next to him, as if completely forgetting that he also Belongs to the group of villains.

#Brother is such a man with such strong adaptability#

"Okay, do you have milk?"

"Yes, here."

"Throw me two more candies, thank you~"

The two people came and went, and completed a series of actions such as refilling cups, adding sugar milk, and continuing to enjoy afternoon tea.

Whitehall, who was isolated behind the electronic wall, stared at the two traitors with eyes that wanted to cut people into 18 yuan.

Although as a prisoner he knows very well that he cannot ask for too much, in fact his seniority as a prisoner far exceeds his time as a free man, but even with such a wealth of experience, Whitehall has to admit that he did not see Such a shameless prison officer.

Give him a nutritious ration and a glass of water as a snack, and then these two goods start to eat and drink opposite him.

Although there is an electronic wall restricting his freedom, the smell in the air is still unstoppable. Every time he breathes, he can smell the aroma of coffee and the sweetness of soufflé, as well as the taste of various jams that the eater adds to the soufflé. Fragrant, it is definitely not the artificially colored jam that can be bought in the supermarket, but a high-end product that is really hand-cooked.

Rumlow looked at Whitehall's gloomy expression, and proudly raised his eyebrows at Chakri.

Although he is the captain of the Special Forces, he is no worse than Chakri from SHIELD Academy in terms of how to interrogate and whet people's appetite.

Chuckli's animal intuition (named after Rumlow) can save him a lot of trouble, but it also makes him quite transparent in front of others.

Whether it's being a spy or a routine like this, many times you have to make your opponent think that you have been fooled, and you have fallen into his trap before the opponent will start to let go.But Chakri's intuition made it easy for him to find out that "you're going to play tricks" not only can't step into the other party's trap, but it makes the other party's psychological defenses build up higher and higher.

Rumlow felt that he should be praised for his observation ability. Wild animal agents like Chakri should be released to fight in the wild instead of being thrown inside to play infiltration. He caught a small alien animal cheaply.

This plan is quite rough. If the people present were replaced by some kind of black widow... no, no, it would be better if they were replaced by the expressionless Agent May, but Rumlow selfishly felt that this method should be It is the most disgusting person.

Hydra executives like Whitehall never treat themselves badly, at least among the people I have met, Rumlow, regardless of gender, is glamorous, wearing high-end clothes, carrying brand-name bags, and eating good wine. Meat.If Whitehall really spent half a century in prison and was finally released to regain his youth, then he would definitely not continue to live a Puritan-like life with conditions of enjoyment.

The big boss who is used to good wine and good meat, can he still eat grass roots and bark like in the past?

Never forget that habit is a terrible thing.

In particular, Chucky chooses this nutritional ration, but it is compared with the specifications of Hydra's meal for the Winter Soldier-however it is unpalatable, it is guaranteed to completely remind Whitehall of his past prison life.At this time, another big living person will eat and drink spicy food in front of him. If the old goblin swallows a mouthful of blood, will it mean that he can't spit it out?

"Let's talk about the doctor. The doctors I've seen say not much, and say a lot, but they are so perverted like you..." Chakri's eyes slid across Whitehall from top to bottom like a scanner, "Tsk tsk tsk, I haven't seen it. I guess you have a good relationship with Zola? Since one of you turned a living person into a humanoid weapon, the other... let me see how it is written here..."

Rumlow passed an A4-sized paper document to Skye at the right time. It was a transcript of the questioning of Skye's father, Karl. Although this man's origin is unknown, he is really full of fatherly love for Skye. The isolation room was flooded, and the daughter basically answered whatever she asked when she came.

"You dismembered a woman on the operating table... er, corrected, dismembered, and then transplanted her organs into yourself to regain youth?"

Chakri rolled the paper into a megaphone and put it to his mouth:

"You tell me what level of pervert would want to do such a thing? I'm going to suggest that the BAU write you into their textbooks to refresh the three views of future law enforcement officers!"

"No, I think the point of this question should be how superstitious this guy is." Rumlow joined the conversation with a sneering expression, "Look, isn't there a legend that eating mermaid meat can make you live forever? Don't you think Does this have the same effect as our beloved Doctor's behavior?"

"Wow~ It really looks a bit like you put it this way!"

"right!"

"But how could a doctor believe such absurd things? A legend is a legend!"

"Hey, the names are all fake..."

"Aha~"

Chakri and Rumlow thoroughly carried out the truth of drinking coffee and chatting right and wrong in front of Whitehall, stepping on the ground with his most proud scientific spirit inside and outside the picture, and by the way, alluding to him from head to toe Everything is fake, Dr. Whitehall is a savage who ran out of the Black Forest in Germany, but he was crowned by licking the upper part of the sole of the red skull and bathing the monkey.

When Director Coulson found the former agent who went crazy because of GH-325, and at the same time solved the secret of the circle map, he was refreshed and planned to search for the mysterious alien city. Simmons, who was undercover in Hydra, And Mockingbird--Barbara Morse, Hunter's "evil ex-wife" returns with plenty of hi-paw material for a hero's welcome (live-streamed for Dr. Whitehall to enjoy) ) Daniel Whitehall could not have regretted why he had to transplant the organs of the undead woman.

He really wants to die right now!

In the beginning, it was just two people having afternoon tea in front of him, and later it turned into a group of people having a party in front of him!They even had a "female night" with the volume turned up so high that Whitehall could listen to "uh huh huh huh huh huh huh" all night, but the only 90-year-old little... Old White was very Do not care.

That is a thousand times more painful than an itchy scalp that cannot be scratched!

Even if he was in jail back then, he was still a quiet prisoner, and the time has passed, how can a person who teases every day like this be in peace!

S.H.I.E.L.D. has no regard for human rights, whether there is any law in the eyes!

When Whitehall had already begun to calculate how hard he had to hit the wall to kill himself quickly and painlessly, Captain America finally walked into his cell.

Whitehall, who was physically and mentally traumatized, felt that he had finally met someone who could talk rationally. As long as everyone knew that Captain America was a good man with a sense of justice, he would never sit back and watch this cruel and inhumane behavior of mentally torturing prisoners. !

In front of the captain, he angrily reprimanded Chakri and Rumlow for all kinds of physical and mental harm to himself by the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Seeing Captain America's complexion getting darker and his brows getting tighter and tighter, Whitehall felt that he There is growing hope of getting rid of this soft knife.

"I understand the situation you said." Captain America's face, which was almost made up of countless "justice", nodded slowly.

"This kind of thing will never happen again."

Whitehall burst into tears when he heard this reassurance from Captain America.

"Nowadays the technology is so advanced, it's really not a sense of participation to only watch through the screen. How could they treat the prisoners of war like this? Don't worry, I will definitely talk to them and promise to give you an explanation."

... Does this sentence sound like something is wrong?

A quiet week passed, and Whitehall was transferred to another cell that looked the same, but with a strange atmosphere leaking from every crack in the wall.

Began to live a life of a prisoner with great vigor—every time the S.H.I.E.L.d. No matter where you lie down, you can experience the function of vibrating somatosensory, and his meals will also improve during gourmet gatherings, from original nutritious meals to "non-original" nutritious meals. Artificial flavors and seasonings are omnipotent in this regard.

Is it necessary to close it for another 70 years?

Wait... What if this level lasts longer than 70 years?

Thinking of the ageless face of the oriental woman and his youthful body, Whitehold suddenly felt that his future was dark.

S.H.I.E.L.D. vs. HYDRA ── Round2 Victory

Dr. Whitehall, die... Uh, how do I break it if I want to die but can't?

The author has something to say: #If you don’t die, you won’t die#

By the way, getting rid of Whitehall is almost the end of this article

Going to retest on Saturday YOOOO

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"We found the city."

Coulson returns with such good news.

Originally, with Rumlow and Uncle Winter