Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"Smit sent a unit to Azzano... Only 50 of our men came back, and your audience includes the remnants of the 107th Division."

Steve, who had just changed out of his "Captain America" ​​performance uniform, sat in the rain, and Paige told him so, sitting on a large shipping container with her legs crossed.

"...107th Division?!"

Steve's gloomy expression suddenly froze. He turned his head and asked a question in a fierce tone.

Peggy didn't respond.

She only vaguely understood when she was dragged by him into the rain, back to the camp, and questioned the officer in charge of the rescue.

Knowing that there is someone very important to him, part of that "no return".

— which sparked a solo rescue.

When she and Steve sat in the fighter plane and looked at Howard in the driver's seat, Peggy Carter felt:

It was the craziest thing she'd ever done, bar none.

After the fighter jet entered the war zone and the blond young man jumped off the plane alone, she thought again:

Well, well, someone is going to be crazier.

……

When he walked out of the prison, Bucky found that there were fewer people... a lot.

Most of the people who were taken out of the prison were tortured by the potion, and he could recognize some faces-everyone was the same group as the last batch of people who were taken to the operating table in the isolation area.

And those that didn't reappear, obviously, just didn't make it through.

But he also clearly felt that the bodies of these survivors, including himself, were not quite the same.

"Someone wants him from above."

The person above... who is it?

The answer to this question was soon revealed to them.

john smit.

A bomber with typical Hitler bloodlines.

Leader of Hydra.

He turned his back to everyone, but this did not prevent everyone from recognizing him.

Smit was talking to someone who was ignored by everyone except Bucky.

The familiar wheelchair appeared at the front of the laboratory, and the young man with short dark brown hair felt that his breathing was frozen along with this scene.

The corners of the rollers on both sides of the wheelchair were ground smooth, and the wooden handles were covered with wax-like pulp left by years of friction.

The seat cushion and the seat part of the wheelchair have been modified-that is, he and Steve have learned a little bit of technical work and modified it a little bit.

The girl's figure was blurred in the shadows, but he could still make out the outline of her body at first sight.

At first, he thought it was Smit who caught her.

The second time, he thought it was her deacon who betrayed her.

But when she talked closely and peacefully with Smit in that low, hoarse voice that was unfamiliar to him, he felt that his brains were a little insufficient.

They say the construction of the weapon, they say, the strength of the test piece, they say,

The other people's silence and panting while enduring the pain were still in his ears, as if they were stubbornly trying to let those few words of conversation float into his ears.

Bucky froze on the spot, almost staggered when the German soldier behind him stretched out his hand to push him, his head was buzzing, buzzing.

……

"Buzz, buzz, buzz."

The giant electric fan above the prison was fanning over and over again.

The German soldiers on patrol, carrying strange bluish guns on their backs, fell limply.

Dugan, Jacques, Ace and other soldiers from the 107th Army Division who were in the same prison raised their heads and stared at the silly face lying limply on the top of their grid prison.

Then a muscular man in a strange red and blue uniform and a square shield with the American flag on his back appeared above the fallen soldiers.

The blond, big-breasted man who called himself "Captain America" ​​after being questioned jumped down.

Released the locks of all the prison doors.

"I'm looking for Sergeant James Barnes."

After circling around to no avail, Steve asked everyone to rush to the forest northwest of the base gate while asking anxiously.

At the beginning, the Asian 107 soldier who called himself "Ace" froze for a moment, and said, "He was brought up, together with many people. Before that, he was subjected to human experimentation by the German army."

Hearing this, the young man's blue eyes trembled and closed as if they had been stabbed by something.

"I'm going to save them."

There was ice and snow in his words.

"Go up."

……

"Sergeant 33780...Sergeant 57398..."

Following the counting, one by one the soldiers were taken out.

They have electronic chains between their arms and feet, making it difficult to move.

"In the course of this discussion of research, there should not be so many distractions, Mr. Smit."

Hearing the counting behind her, the black-haired girl nodded her fingers dissatisfied on the wheelchair, her voice hoarse and more determined.

The deacon named "Ah Mu" stood beside her silently with a dead face, as if he could fire a cannon at a word of disagreement.

Those counts were roll calls—according to the army numbers of these fighters.

And the numbers are engraved on their tags—the kind of round, bronze, dog tag-like identification tags that hang around their necks.

Many of those reports went unanswered—because those people were no longer here.

Smit smiled slightly and looked back: "They are also one of the research results I want to show you, ma'am."

"...Sergeant 32557...Sergeant..."

As Smit turned his head, he missed the corners of the girl's lips that stiffened at the sound of "Sergeant 32557."

When he turned around with a dissatisfied expression of "there are only so few left", what he saw again was the girl's natural expression of displeasure slightly restrained because "these are one of the research results".

"...Leave these people alone and talk about them later."

She frowned as if she wasn't very interested: "We're just halfway through the analysis and discussion on the Rubik's Cube, and it's much more attractive than theirs."

"—I'm not used to being interrupted."

Especially when Bucky's gaze has been probing this side vaguely - she can't imagine what he is thinking now.

Smit squinted his eyes, he looked a little unhappy.

But the girl's next sentence quickly dispelled his little discomfort:

"Dr. Zola did choose a good energy extraction device, but I don't think the metal that carries the energy is the most suitable one."

"On this point, I already have some ideas, but I still need some practice."

Hydra's leader quickly grasped the implications of her words.

"If you have more suitable materials, how much can you increase the power of this batch of weapons to the original?"

"At least four times."

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

……

Smit's expression changed from the surprise of hearing "quadruple" to stiffness, and he walked to the monitor: "What happened?!"

Dr. Zola stood aside with a solemn expression, and the image was reflected in the glasses.

In the picture, those "manpower" who should have been locked in the underground prison all rushed out of the base, seized guns, killed guards, and launched tanks...

The monitoring screen changed again.

A man in weird clothes, an A-shaped helmet, and a ridiculous shield blocking his fists bypassed everyone in the opposite direction and rushed towards this side.

"Captain...America..."

Smit rubbed the skin on his face and recognized this ridiculous "hero selling national debt".

But this "hero" seemed a little different from what he had thought before.

——The same blood serum flowed from the two of them, which was enough to prove that they were each other's destined enemies.

But this is not the time to think about this problem. Li Guang flashed in his eyes, and then Smit pressed a row of buttons very quickly, and the countdown cards turned up row after row, and These things are connected to the engine of the explosion.

He pulled out the cuboid that was clasped tightly like claws from the center of the test bench. While Smith was doing these things, Dr. Zola seemed to have foreseen what would happen, and ran to the research room where the data was stored. .

The sergeants who were originally tied aside looked at each other in blank dismay. Most of them looked pale and resentful, but this divine unfolding made them a little confused.

"Beep...beep...beep...beep...beep..."

The siren echoed around the entire underground base, and Viki manipulated the wheelchair and turned a few steps in the direction of the Rubik's Cube.

"You want to destroy this place?!"

She uttered a sharp question: "What about the Cosmic Rubik's Cube and research?!"

— like any mad researcher.

……

"It's completely off guard here, ma'am."

Before leaving the door, Smit reluctantly turned his head patiently and explained - although he obviously didn't care much about the life of his collaborator, he still hoped that the woman who could find suitable materials would survive.

Then leave him with benefits that are not the biggest but can still be seen.

"Hold the key, and Dr. Zola will drive you away."

A car key with the imprint of a six-clawed octopus was thrown in the air, and Smit, who lost the key, ran straight to the top floor—there was a rocket that would allow him to leave as quickly as possible, but it was a pity that there were only single seats.

Whether the two researchers (Vicky and Zola) can escape the siege of these escaped prisoners and survive depends on their lives.

The deacon in black quickly caught her for his master, pushed her away, but was stopped by the girl in the wheelchair.

The soldiers who were tied up around them began to resist—obviously the images on the monitor gave them courage and confidence, especially a strangely dressed man was rushing towards this side, breaking through most of the German defense lines.

The rest of the German soldiers in charge of escort hesitated for a while, wondering whether to spend time raising their guns to execute these "experiments" or to leave here first.

"How many minutes until the detonation?"

The wheelchair girl who hadn't left asked suddenly.

"We still haven't got the information."

Her deacon glanced over there: "6 minutes and 05 seconds, it's a long time from here to the exit, and it's too late if I don't walk, miss."

The German soldier in the lead raised his gun at first, but his eyes flashed quickly when he heard this, and then he glanced at the "experiments" that the stars planned to resist, and directly gestured: "Let's go."

……

The atmosphere froze for a moment, only those black and white countdown cards flipping over.

The soldiers were all locked in narrow electronic chains, with their hands clasped behind their backs, and their ankle chains were short and narrow, making it difficult to move.

Just when they were attacking each other's restraints on each other's hands and feet, trying to break away from the two devices that restrained them from fleeing, no one noticed that a young man with emerald green eyes was motionless, staring at The wheelchair girl who hasn't left here yet.

The latter didn't seem to notice his gaze at all, and approached the console, and pressed a few buttons extremely quickly despite being blind.

After a while of "beep beep", the restraints on everyone's hands and feet fell off spontaneously.

Everyone: "...???"

The author has something to say: Wiki: Bucky's dog plate number is really easy to remember

----------------

.

.

(づ￣3￣)づ吃喜