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"Almost. Like Dr. Anim Zola, who used to make energy weapons for the Red Skull and now works for S.H.I.E.L.D. So, we let him go for his past crimes."

Luke nodded without hiding.

The "Paperclip Project" also benefited S.H.I.E.L.D.

From an unknown intelligence agency, it has rapidly developed into a huge organization above the Pentagon.

Except for Superman's special status, plus all kinds of amazing operations that ask for funds and expand power and responsibilities.

There are small parts, also thanks to the generous help of Hydra.

This old opponent allowed the reorganized Strategic Science Corps to quickly complete the original accumulation.

"Don't be too obsessed with justice, kindness and moral conscience, Steve. You can pursue those good things, but you can't use them as the standard by which everything in the world is measured."

Luke started to boil poisonous chicken soup as usual, playing the role of life mentor.

Speaking of it, it seems to be quite interesting to transform the unswerving Captain America.

"I never think about how many people have been killed by the weapons he manufactured and sold because Howard is in the arms business."

"Let's not even think about it. Arnim Zola was once a loyal supporter of the Third Reich. He once worked hard for Hydra and the Red Skull, and his hands were stained with the blood of Allied fighters."

"Because it's meaningless. It's useless except to plunge yourself into the contradiction between moral conscience and cruel reality."

Rogers' lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something.

The education and cognition he has formed since he was a child is to be a good person, stick to the bottom line, and not easily hurt others.

But Luke's words were like a bullet, shattering Captain America's strong defense and shaking him.

"But……"

Rogers raised his head, as if he had some doubts about life.

"There is nothing wrong with it. Separate truth from reality. I am a superman, a war hero, and an object of public admiration."

Luke smiled and said softly: "But I am also the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., an army general, an out-and-out authority and leader. I need to safeguard my own interests and stick to my own position. For this reason, I must not even Do not do some 'bad things' that violate morality."

"These two identities put together are not contradictory."

Rogers' mind was in a mess, as if he had suffered a [-]-point mental attack.

He looked down at the vibrating gold shield in his hand, and the Stars and Stripes printed on his chest.

For a moment, I was at a loss.

"Maybe I'm not suitable to be a captain."

After a while, Rogers laughed at himself.

"It's a good thing you're here, Luke. Then I just have to be a soldier and just charge forward."

Luke, who poured several bowls of life philosophy and poisonous chicken soup for Captain America in a row, stood up, patted the captain on the shoulder, and said, "Come to my house for dinner tonight. Malena is pretty good at cooking."

After a few minutes, the conversation was over.

Watching Rogers leave, he walked to the wine cabinet and poured a glass of 1882 Lafite—well, the [-] vintage.

"Dr. Zola, you heard it all."

Luke shook his red wine glass and said towards the office cubicle: "I am very aware of Hydra's plan. You rely on the 'Paper Clip Project' to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D., intending to revive and start over."

"The most dangerous place is often the safest. After the Red Skull collapsed, Hydra's power was divided into three parts, one part was recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D., the other part was taken away by Baron Teslak, and the other part was hidden, secret Infiltrate the interior of the federal government."

The chunky Dr. Zola pushed the door out with small steps.

He stayed in the cubicle of the office early on, hearing the countermeasures against the Hellfire Club, and all kinds of information about the "Paperclip Project".

"Mr. Major General, I have turned to the light! Hydra is doomed to have no future, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is the future!"

Dr. Zola said sincerely.

Luke handed over a glass of red wine, shook his head and said, "You are wrong, Dr. Zola. I am very optimistic about Hydra. They are well-organized, have excellent penetration capabilities, and their intelligence network is all over the place, which is stronger than S.H.I.E.L.D. many."

Dr. Zola took the wine glass tremblingly.

He didn't know what the major general in front of him wanted to say.

Do you want to settle the old account that you are Hydra?

"Dr. Zola, I want to join you."

Luke smiled more and more, and said sincerely: "Do you think I can become a qualified Hydra?"

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Join Hydra?

Dr. Zola froze in place, not knowing how to answer.

If it were someone else, he might still maintain a dubious attitude of seeking proof.

Be prepared to observe secretly for a period of time to test issues such as loyalty and personal ability.

If a good seed is discovered for the organization, that is also a good thing.

But when these words came out of Luke's mouth, it was like Mr. President wearing a red scarf on his chest and voluntarily applying to join the party.

It's ridiculous, without the slightest believability.

Not everyone is like Emperor Chuan, who is willing to bear the burden of humiliation, secretly lurks in the White House, and takes it as his mission to bring down the US emperor.

Such people with lofty ideals are, after all, a minority.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Dr. Zola smirked and smoothed things over: "Mr. Major General is really funny."

Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. said to join Hydra, it's like a king leading a rebellion.

A Confederate Superman who personally knocked the Red Skull into the dust and crushed Hydra.

A legendary hero who flew to Berlin to end World War II.

A major general who leads S.H.I.E.L.D. against Atlantis.

Dr. Zola counted the long list of dazzling titles, as well as those familiar legendary deeds, and then looked at Luke who took a sip of the [-] Lafite red wine, with a polite and embarrassed smile on his face.

If you take the above statement as a joke.

Mr. Major General's sense of humor should be similar to that of Eskimos living in the Arctic region.

"I'm no longer a member of Hydra!"

Dr. Zola puffed up his chest, and said righteously: "I did sacrifice my life and do things for the Red Skull before, but it was all coerced and out of helplessness! Deep in my heart, I am actually a pious and firm pacifist."

"I hate war, I hate killing! Ever since the Allied Powers sent the Axis of Evil to hell under the leadership of Mr. Major General, I have finally found my original intention and don't have to live with guilt."

"Joining S.H.I.E.L.D. has given me the salvation of my soul! I tell myself every day to get rid of the sins of the past and be a new man!"

"What's more, everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. is a talented person, and Mr. Howard Stark is also nice to speak!"

"Compared to the current life, the time I stayed in Hydra was like sinking into hell, it was so tormenting!"

Listening to this extremely sincere heartfelt words, Luke couldn't help but put down the goblet in his hand.

It is indeed the old Hydra who has lived for almost a century!

This ability to speak out is comparable to that of politicians in the White House.

"Dr. Zola, don't be nervous. I said that I want to join Hydra, and it's all from the bottom of my heart."

Luke showed his signature friendly smile, and turned on the flickering mode: "You heard what I said to Steve just now."

"I'm not on the side of the White House and the Pentagon any more than Hydra isn't wholeheartedly helping the Third Reich rule the world."

"SHIELD has been looking for a way to get rid of the constraints of the country, and the war with Atlantis is one of them."

Are you a twenty-five boy?

Dr. Zola held the goblet in both hands, with horror in his eyes.

Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. leads the mutiny!

If it spreads, no one will believe it.

Dr. Zola frowned. Could this Mr. Major General really want to join Hydra?

"The idea of ​​the Red Skull is too traditional, purely for power and ambition, but I appreciate his saying that there will be no national flag in the future!"

Luke patted Dr. Zola on the shoulder, and said softly: "National interests are firmly bound to the politicians in the White House and the capital groups behind the scenes. I don't need to do things for these people, and I don't want to be a tool or a weapon. .”

"That's why I plan to join Hydra. I value the future of humanity more than wearing the Stars and Stripes."

"For a long time, you have used the paperclip project to secretly infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D., isn't it just to change your face and resurrect it with a brand new image?"

"Then think about it seriously, what else is more effective than developing Director SHIELD into a Hydra?"

Dr. Zola blinked, trying to stay awake.

But in the face of Luke's persuasion, he actually felt that it was well-founded and flawless.

In this regard, Mr. Major General, who is eloquent and eloquent, is not surprised.

Because he exchanged the ninja master skill card "with a logician"!

"Use superficial language and simple principles to force the logic of a normal person, so that the other party agrees with your statement. The success rate depends on the goal."

The League of Assassins led by Master Ninja is a villain organization that regards human beings as rotting muscles and dead blood vessels that need to be cleaned out regularly.

Anyone with a little IQ and some dialectical thinking ability will not think this kind of behavior is reasonable.

But apart from Batman, Master Ninja has successfully brainwashed many people.

Such as Bane, daughter Thalia, grandson Damian and so on.

Every time Master Ninja appears on the stage, he must say "the forest ignites a fire, burns the plants and animals, and grows better in the coming year", which is a ridiculous statement that rapes the logic of normal people's thinking.

"I know that inside Hydra, there are distant legends about the god of aliens. But do you really want to welcome back a monster thousands of years ago, and then enshrine him as a god?"

"Instead of believing in so-called aliens, you might as well worship me! Superman! A powerful existence that can fly into the sky, flatten mountains with every gesture, and crush steel, isn't it more in line with a god than an alien who doesn't even know what he looks like? The definition of what? And, I don’t mind at all, you kneel at my feet and worship me.”

Dr. Zola continued to remain silent, but there was a storm in his heart.

There were only a few words about the God of Inhumans, but he still overheard the Red Skull mentioning it.

Logically speaking, this is a very high-level confidential information within Hydra.

Are there ghosts in the organization?

Almost immediately, this idea came to Dr. Zola's head.

Immediately afterwards, the former chief scientist of Hydra somehow felt that what Luke said seemed to make sense.

Judging from the abilities shown by Superman, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a god on earth.

If it was placed in the Mayan period when aliens appeared, they might also be regarded as gods.

"Mr. Major General"

Dr. Zola also wants to continue to show his identity and get rid of the suspicion of Hydra.

Luke waved his hand and interrupted: "Doctor, if you are not Hydra, then I hope you are. If you are Hydra, it would be even better, and you can be my introducer to join the organization."

"The Red Skull may not want to welcome back the god of aliens. He cares more about the Rubik's Cube. As for the other leaders, they all have their own plans. After thousands of years of secret development, Hydra has long lost its original appearance. Although the name has not changed, the core is already different.”

"Including you, Dr. Zola. What is your purpose of entering Hydra? It can't be to worship a god that you have never heard of!"

Speaking of this step, the short and fat Dr. Zola sighed and stopped pretending.

He helped the glasses that had slipped down, and said with a wry smile: "The beautiful promise of immortality."

"The Red Skull said that the god of aliens can bestow eternal life on everyone. I am a scientist and know that the decay of the body is a natural law and cannot be stopped, but I yearn for spiritual immortality!"

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eternal life?

Want to get rid of the fragile body and gain spiritual longevity!

Luke froze for a moment, his eyes twinkling.

No wonder Dr. Zola later chose to upload his consciousness to a computer memory and become a ghostly being in the form of a digital life.