Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Organized people in Gotham.

Ollivander knew it the moment he woke up.

She herself was a little surprised—it was the first time in 20 years that the v-1306 chip she developed was still being used.

But think about it, Howard Stark left before 1974 the Stark Expo perspective, can help Tony Stark, who became Iron Man, create new elements in 2010, replacing the Ark Reactor of the Iron Man Palladium element (palladium), which relieved the palladium toxicity in Tony's blood.

——That was 1974, not the 21st century when technology burst into flames.

The times may be the catalyst for creating geniuses, but geniuses will not be buried by the times—they are geniuses only because they are geniuses.

Ollivander knew that she was not a genius—she had nearly 20 years of experience in making wands in her previous life, and the old Mr. Ollivander tried to make her the sole heir, and gave her everything.

"The combination of magical energy and materials" and "the combination of modern energy and metal weapons" have a lot in common.

She's not a genius, she's just standing on the shoulders of giants.

Ollivander clearly knows how great the potential of the v-1306 chip is, and the core content of it is firmly grasped by Ollivander.

This is why Hydra didn't even improve the chip into an enhanced version like v-1307 or v-1308.

When the chips were within a certain range of her, Ollivander could sense their presence—even if she didn't have a wand to use, she still knew some small tricks passed down from generation to generation in pure-blood families.

Of course, when she was not happy, the carriers of v-1306 could not find her. After all, they were just Muggles and had no wizard blood. Judging from Ollivander’s magic power standard 20 years ago, the magic power of this imprint still remained enough.

——If the Dark Lord knew that she used the "great black magic" he used to brand the Death Eaters in this regard, I don't know if he would be so angry that his soul would reunite.

……

Ollivander is leaving Gotham.

Her final destination is New York.

——There are too many slots in these two sentences.

Not to mention how dark and chaotic Gotham is. For example, one should not go out after eight o'clock in the evening. Compared with Gotham, New York is simply the headquarters of Hydra.

Hydra's infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D. has begun since the fall of the Nazis. For decades, who knows what it has developed into, not to mention that the Red Skull, one of the leaders of the organization, has not died out...

It's just a lot of bad money.

She didn't refuse some of Bruce's help - ID, identity information, some information - she would not use these things except the information, because she knew it was not free.

They don't trust each other, but because of the relationship between the previous generation, Bruce must have tracked what was given to her, and she "shouldn't" know, huh, it's like she "don't know" the frozen It's like Batman has taken away her and Bucky's cryogenic chamber.

The phrase "you will come back" left by Bruce before leaving made Ollivander feel that he had left something hard to find.

She planned to get rid of Bruce, or Batman's surveillance, after completing the early adaptation process.

In the blind corner of the surveillance, the brunette girl processed her hair and face, then put on a wizard robe to cover herself.

But if she wanted to be completely another person, she needed something more "magical".

……

If Knockturn Alley is the black market of the British wizarding world, then Gotham is the Knockturn Alley in the United States.

British wizards and American wizards don't really deal with each other, but this does not prevent the two sides from getting to know each other. It didn't take Ollivander too much time to find Knockturn Alley in Gotham.

Under the night, an unremarkable and old store is sandwiched between the glamorous women's clothing store and jewelry store.

In the window, antique dolls and shrunken human heads were placed together. Ollivander rolled down the doll's eyelids with a magic wand, and cast a spell on the nostrils of the old man's head.

The doll rolled her eyes at her and giggled, her shriveled head sneezed loudly and loudly, and then opened the store door unhappily.

Huge black spiders were crawling all over the walls, and white candles were burning with strangely colored flames. The store was surprisingly large, but there was only a short little old man huddled behind the counter.

He raised his head, like a giant garlic head with few hairs, and smiled strangely: "Good evening, ma'am."

"Let old Nick see, oh, a pure witch, very pure and powerful, graduated from Ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry?"

Ilvermorny and Hogwarts are the two major wizarding schools in the United States and Britain.

He was questioning her youth.

Ollivander didn't deny his misunderstanding, swearing in pure American English: "I know you can give me a head of good quality (I need a fake identity with traces)."

At the same time, menacing black air rose from the tip of her wand.

"... oh, a mysterious lady who doesn't want to reveal the secret." Old Nick raised his shriveled goblin fingers, and he rubbed his chin. "Another wand license? I don't think you want Dealing with the Magical Congress of America (Macusa) over wand use."

"No, I just need a head... plus enough compound soup (a kind of potion, used for human transformation) materials, and settle the settlement together."

Ollivander does not have wizard coins now, but in Knockturn Alley, some No-Majs (what wizards in the United States call ordinary people, and "Muggles" in the UK) are also feasible, except that the exchange rate is very disadvantageous.

Her mutant ability has finally been condensed with the passage of time. Things that were forced to store but could not be taken out, and a large number of things that were "lost" by her when she was asleep, such as gold bricks and diamonds, can all be taken out, Ollie Vander guessed that she had been buried under a vault.

"Large quantities? That's very expensive, ma'am," said old Nick covetously.

Ollivander pulled out a large handful of sapphires and placed them in front of him.

……

"Your eyes are as charming as sapphires, miss."

The man in the waiter's vest spoke in a slightly confused tone.

In New York at the end of summer, the weather is neither hot nor cold, and pedestrians come and go on the streets of Manhattan.

The girl with long blond curly hair was wearing a dark blue silk dress with a tall and graceful figure. The creamy white high-heeled shoes showed a little toe under the skirt, and a small half of her white and smooth instep.

The girl chose a seat under the parasol in the open air, and after she sat down, a waiter came to greet her.

After seeing the face of this graceful girl, the waiter was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but praise her.

The girl was a beauty who seemed to be of Germanic descent, with very coordinated and beautiful facial features, and her blue eyes were as fascinating as wine.

Hearing the praise, she gently brushed her hair and laughed, her eyelashes covered most of her eyes, and her rare pure golden curly hair had a creamy luster in the sun.

Many men who were drinking alcohol and beverages couldn't help but glance over here.

"Are you here to see Stark Tower?"

There are actually no famous restaurants or bars nearby, but there is an endless stream of people who are willing to come here for a drink, just because the tall building can be clearly seen from this place.

stark.

"Our store is the best place to watch." During the gap between the girl's order, the waiter couldn't help saying, "Mr. Tony Stark sometimes flies over the top floor of the building in his steel suit, good luck He'd even buy a donut around here if he had."

"Really." The girl casually ordered a cup of scented tea and pushed back the drink list.

She didn't seem too concerned about whether or not Tony Stark would show up.

This makes the waiter brother can't help feeling that she is different from ordinary women, and also different from ordinary blonde sweethearts-forgive the stereotypes of the American people, even if they love blondes and big breasts, they usually think they have no brains.

Of course, the blond hair of Captain America is a symbol of full wisdom and justice.

"I heard..." the girl asked after the waiter served herbal tea, "anyone met Captain America on the streets of New York?"

The little brother couldn't help scratching his head: "Ah, that...Actually, I was there at the time, and I really look like Cap, and I even dress like someone from decades ago."

"Oh?" The girl's eyes sparkled. She gently stirred the scented tea with a small spoon, and the rich fragrance diffused along the swirling water waves. "Then do you think...is that a cap?"

The waiter who couldn't help staring at her hand was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly: "It should be... no."

It can be seen that he actually wanted to say "of course not" at first, but under the gaze of the girl's blue eyes, he couldn't help brushing her expectations: "Cap is our American hero, but I really want to say that at 21 The resurrection of the century... Maybe he is related to Captain America? Or in Chinese terms, the cap is reincarnated?"

If only that was the case.

"I thought you would say that it was the first person created by Stark Industries." The girl teased, "The media always has some interesting speculations."

"Um, do you also watch "Entertainment Weekly News"?"

The little waiter looked surprised. After all, the beauty in front of me couldn't be connected with watching that kind of nonsense show. She was really...down-to-earth.

The girl did not admit or deny: "The media's statement is too speculative, but this kind of gimmick is always happy to spread."

"The cap of □□ is not a cap."

The waiter brother has a serious face at the moment. He is actually just a young man who works part-time in the summer. Some things can't help being serious: "There is only one cap."

After speaking, I couldn't help but blush a little.

Hearing this sentence, the girl laughed again, with a more sincere sigh in her expression: "Of course, there is only one cap, just like there is only one Iron Man. I believe that cap has never really passed away."

Getting approval, or getting approval from such a beautiful mouth, the waiter's face became more and more red: "Really, I..."

"Well said, beauty."

A magnetic provocative voice interrupted their conversation from behind.

……

"Ahhhh Tony Stark!"

"Tony I love you Tony!"

"Ironman! Ironman!"