[comprehensive] villain friend

The city that never sleeps 【Ⅴ】

She is finally back.

Outside the window is the silent night, and the house that no one has lived in for a long time smells of dust.

Dolores was still holding the key that had been hidden under the flower bed for nearly a month. She exhaled softly and closed her eyes. When I came to the door, I threw the key in my hand on the computer desk, and the key made a "bang--" sound, which woke up the sleeping house.

At the corner of the wall, the blue electronic light flickered slightly, and Q turned on automatically.Dolores strode over the obstacle with a blank expression, sank heavily into the sofa, and leaned back, resting her arms on the back of the sofa.

She looked at the ceiling and couldn't see anything clearly in the dark, but that was good.Only in this way can she feel that sincere sense of security.

Dolores didn't go out, and of course she didn't think that she could rescue the Winter Soldier from that group of people with her scumbag physical fitness alone-especially, the Winter Soldier didn't seem to belong to her side either.

It sounds really sad.The so-called physical enhancement has no effect on her body at all. If there were any superhero-style characters present, it is estimated that this result would not be the case-they would definitely rush out and save the Winter Soldier.

But... this is also where she is different from a superhero.

Dolores closed her eyes.

In the huge memory palace, she opened her eyes at the same time at this moment, stood up from the leather sofa, and opened the window of the room—the radiant, golden sun shone into every corner of the room, and she raised her hand to block it. The sun shone slightly, then turned around, picked up an apple from the table, threw it with one hand, let the apple fall back into the palm of his hand, put it to his mouth and took a bite.

--Sweet.

Dolores went around the sofa and walked forward. The door opened automatically without a sound. Outside the door was a corridor - covered with dark patterned carpets, which was so long that it could not be seen. There are labels of various colors on them, and they are opened one by one as she sees them.

Dolores randomly chose a direction to move forward along the carpet, the doors gradually blurred, and everything on both sides of the corridor seemed to move silently like the moon in the water, gradually disappearing, everything was constantly scattered and reassembled, until it became It became a huge circular hall, Dolores. The walls were covered with dense books. Dolores stood in the center and sat down. The sofa appeared in time and caught her.

With a blank expression on her face, she rested her chin on her hand and took another bite of the apple.

"—Your hypocrisy can be seen from the form of your memory palace, Hayek." Sherlock's voice sounded, and he yawned, wearing a slim suit, sitting on the sofa next to him, "Obviously it It’s just a library, but you have to show countless rooms before this, and you still insist on forcing memories into different categories.”

"Because it's called 'Memory Palace·Temple'." Dolores didn't lift her eyelids, "I just like to understand a word according to its meaning."

"Superficial," Sherlock said, "Mycroft is right, you are always limited by form."

Dolores rolled her eyes: "—whatever you say."

"What a waste of time, and those fancy transformations, do you think you're a magician?"

"...I think this may be due to the influence of the Supreme Master." Dolores said, "I have always been a person who advocates simplicity, thank you."

Sherlock sneered.

Dolores ignored him and just looked up.

Here comes a third person.

"You remember what I said, it's really an honor—right?" Pierce stood there, carefully wiping his glasses in his hand, then put them on slowly, and smiled at Dolores, "Although I am already dead."

"Yeah, I don't really like you very much," Dolores nodded. "I'm going to delete you completely in a moment. You're dead in every sense of the word. Now—you can start."

Pierce paused, suddenly acting like an actor, with a familiar arrogance on his face: "【...Of course we have other ways to ensure their obedience, such as some passwords, some interesting ways, Make sure they are still in control.]”

"That's it." Dolores snapped his fingers, and he disappeared in front of the two in an instant, replaced by the trembling and sharp male voice in the dark alley.

"желание, ржавчина... семнадцать, рассвет——печь...! девять, доброта... домой! один... грузовик—"

"Uh huh," Dolores raised the corners of her lips. "...Look what I got?...It's unbelievable, it's so easy...Password? Interesting method? Ha! These bastards-"

Her face was obviously smiling, but something like a flame was burning under her eyes, but the flame was cold: "They really completely regard the Winter Soldier as an organizational asset..."

"Otherwise?" Sherlock interjected, "You think they are charitable organizations that specialize in training disabled people for social re-employment?"

Dolores clasped her hands together, ignoring the sarcasm: "...I remember you were good at language learning?"

"I'm really good at it, but you're not." He was blunt.

"I didn't ask you to come out to fight with me here, Sherlock." Dolores said bluntly, "—tell your conclusion."

"What conclusion?" Sherlock folded his arms, leaned back, and raised his eyebrows.

"The conclusion of the deductive method, Pierce and..." Dolores paused, and the Winter Soldier stood next to the two of them, with his eyes downcast, "—him."

"Does it make sense?" Sherlock said, "Everything in the memory palace exists based on your brain, in other words - all dialogues, all conclusions, and all methods are actually just simulated by you. It's your model, it's something in your head, it's just being presented in someone else's mouth according to someone else's model... If you need deduction, you should ask yourself."

"But I like it," Dolores says. "I haven't used the Memory Palace in a long time. I've actually been convinced I'll never use it again—but no, I need a partner."

"Partner? Well," Sherlock sneered, "Are you sure it's the word?"

"That's the word. Partner," Dolores said, looking at his hands. "Or, find the right channel to hire some guy—I'm not omnipotent, and I can't do everything myself."

"Really?" Sherlock said noncommittally, "but I think - you don't need to hire other guys in the Memory Palace..."

"..." Dolores stared at him silently.

"—Because," Sherlock slowly raised the corners of his lips, showing a smile that was almost the same as Dolores's, "we are all you—"

In the next moment, together with the sofa he was sitting on, he shattered like gravel and disappeared completely in this place.

Now Dolores was alone in the vast library.

This is her own place, a place where people can really calm down.

She remembered the conversation with Pierce before the Winter Soldier was brainwashed, he said he knew someone so he couldn't kill him - and this person was his target Pierce asked him to kill, a hydra is very afraid and powerless Solve the people - superheroes.

And then there's the password—complex language...

Dolores was thinking, a book was slowly moved out from the tall bookshelf, flew to Dolores, and flipped through it quickly.

... Slavic ... maybe Russian?

Wait a minute—the metal arm of the Winter Soldier, Dolores looked up, and he was standing in front of her, the red five-pointed star was very eye-catching.

The information was mixed together, and all of them emerged at this moment, layer by layer, shaking in front of Dolores' eyes like a movie.

Winter Soldier, brainwashing equipment, red five-pointed star, Russian language, old people, enemies of Hydra, high-tech mechanical arms, assets... The speed of information display is getting faster and faster, so fast that almost only afterimages can be seen——

Dolores paused suddenly.

That day, she and Rumlow went shopping. In order to get rid of each other, she entered the museum. The history of Captain America was being displayed in the museum. At that time, there was a huge poster in front of it, which was the roaring commando. ...

The giant poster was projected in front of Dolores at this time, and she slowly pulled the poster——

Beside Captain America was that familiar handsome face.

That part of the museum narration that she ignored at the time, but can still be recalled at this time, slowly echoed.

"...Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers have been good friends since childhood, and the two were inseparable... Barnes was the only member of the Roaring Commandos who died for his country..."

Dolores lowered her head and covered her face, silently pursing the corners of her lips.

……

Dolores opened her eyes, and Q stood by her lap, motionless, as if in standby mode.

She looked at the watch on the wall—only a few minutes had passed.So he walked over and turned on the floor lamp next to the sofa.The smoky yellow light cast down, she rubbed her temples.

Everything is connected in series.

Sergeant Barnes, who was officially declared dead, did not really die, but was brainwashed by Hydra by mistake, changed his arm, and has lived until now due to unknown reasons, has been Hydra as an organizational asset...

Oh, and he has a buddy named Steve Rogers, known to everyone as Captain America, who is a real antique and is still in stock now.

... simply.

If she hadn't met the Winter Soldier, Dolores would have felt like she was watching a bizarre period drama.

If that's the case - that would obviously explain why they had to take the Winter Soldier.In every way, the Winter Soldier is a talisman, and it can be a good card in times of danger.

"Chop off one head and grow two more."

Survived World War II and the Cold War without incident, and even successfully controlled the opponent S.H.I.E.L.D. How could such a Hydra disappear completely because of the exposure of the Insight Plan?

She can even boldly guess that although Hydra's huge internal empire has collapsed, there must still be some scattered, and even go their separate ways, becoming the so-called "two heads", and even more heads are not impossible.

So, who will be the leader of the group of people who mastered the string of passwords and took away the Winter Soldier?

However, no matter who their leader is—

Dolores poured the coffee slowly, and the steaming heat rushed to her face.

Everything is just beginning.

The author has something to say: The appearance of the Winter Soldier is very important... successfully sent the password to Mr. Duo.

But now Duo Zong will not easily save people according to her preferences... After all, she has too little information about Hydra, and to be honest, Duo Zong was still in a normal state before [although she can see the super Ying was very angry when she saw that the Winter Soldier was treated as an asset so that the world would subvert the three views and explode.

Humans are creatures with strong adaptability. There is a saying, "If you live in Lanshi for a long time, you don't smell its fragrance; if you live in Baoshi for a long time, you don't smell its smell." Think about what she has experienced... She still hates this kind of confrontation very much. It's a humiliation of human nature, but it's not as easy as before for her to get hot-blooded easily.

And the blackening will definitely become slower and slower.In the past, she was like the kind of child who just grew up, who was suddenly pulled from the innocent world into the adult world like the law of the jungle, but now she has adapted to the law of the jungle and will not be easily shaken.

...and she is very patient, and can endure for a long time in order to achieve her goal.