Marvel's Cyber ​​Winter Soldier

Somewhere outside Philadelphia, a textile factory.

On the surface it is a textile factory, but except for one workshop, other places have been transformed for other purposes.

Just like this room.

There are bathtub-sized rectangular pits on the ground, except for one, the others are empty.

As for that one, a layer of white wax was solidified on the surface, and the white wax also highlighted a human figure.

The room was empty and empty, and the human figure remained silent, making the environment a bit weird.

After a long time, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground came from far to near, and a thin figure walked quickly.

This is a black old man with short snow-white hair, hale and hearty, with a calm and kind face. He is wearing a custom-made handmade suit, which is meticulously organized from top to bottom. He looks like a professor at a university.

However, he frowned deeply, his eyes were filled with uncontrollable anxiety, and he walked quickly to the pit, waiting impatiently for a while, and then grabbed the wax shell with his body.

The old man's skinny hands were very powerful. He scratched through the half-finger-thick wax shell, and then grabbed a man's neck from it. on the ground.

"Suck..." The strong man who was caught, wearing only a pair of boxers, opened his eyes instantly, opened his mouth suddenly and took a breath, peeling off the broken white wax on his face with both hands.

"Cross, you're awake."

But the old black man regained his university professor's temperament in an instant.

"Sloan." The man was Cross, and he didn't care if the black old man Sloan didn't bother him, so he wouldn't wake up naturally, but just touched the bullet holes on his shoulder and the right side of his lower abdomen. The epidermis has fully grown, and a little blood oozes out.

"What's going on, why are you the only one who came back, and you are still injured like this?"

"The enemy is very powerful. They found me and Fox. Fox died, and I was seriously injured before running away."

"During your actions, what went wrong? Is Fox negligent? Who is the enemy? Why can't you and Fox join forces to deal with it?"

"There is no problem. We are doing everything according to the usual practice. Fox is doing a good job, but the enemy is too strong. Just one person, we are not an opponent."

"A person!?"

"Yes……"

"...does he still have a metal arm?"

Listening to Cross's description of the enemy, Sloan's eyes suddenly widened.

"I don't know, it's covered by sleeves and gloves, Sloan, do you know who it is?"

"I've heard it, it's a legend, a legendary figure..."

Sloan had dealt with Dr. Zola, and he was in Europe, so he naturally knew some rumors about Hydra, and knew that they had a very powerful warrior named Winter Soldier, a elusive killer.

But he's been preoccupied with his career and hiding from Dr. Zola, and doesn't know much about it.

Sloan also realized the seriousness of the matter, which meant that Dr. Zola was eyeing him again!

He immediately thought that only Dr. Zola, the author of the insight algorithm, has this ability of reverse tracking.

hateful!

Sloan was secretly annoyed, but he asked Cross some questions calmly, and then said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, you should take a good rest, and you will need your strength next. For a just cause, there are always crimes." Obstruction, but we must not be discouraged, muster courage, must not compromise, we must stand firm in North America."

"Sloan, I have always wanted to ask you, we did well in Europe, which is also our hometown, why did we have to come to the New World?"

Because it is a sin city to pick any place here, and people are stupid and easy to fool with money, and there are many businesses to make money quickly... Of course, Sloan can't say it in his heart, "This is the guidance of fate..."

He could only move out that set of nagging things again to fool Cross.

After seeing Cross's eyes change from confusion to firmness, he nodded in satisfaction and left quickly.

Sloan didn't notice that Cross's eyes on his back became very complicated.

late at night.

Cross was lying on the bed, but at three o'clock in the morning, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and then he quietly walked out of the factory, ran wildly in the dark, and ran a few blocks until he found a black SUV. Wipe the inside of the exhaust pipe, tore off the car key stuck inside, opened the back cover of the car, took some things, and went back quietly.

Back at the factory, in his room, Cross powered up a small instrument and plugged it into a laptop. After a while, a wiring diagram appeared on the display.

Then he quietly walked out the door.

Using his familiarity with the factory's terrain, he sneaked into what was originally an office building, came to Sloan's exclusive office, used a dagger to pry open the control panel of the electronic lock, took out a gadget from his pocket, and connected it to the line After a while, the electronic lock automatically popped open, and he also restored the panel to its original state.

He stepped in, groped inside, and found a hidden door mechanism. After entering, he saw an old wooden loom in an empty room inside.

Instead of the shock and reverence he had when he saw it for the first time, he walked over and groped for a while, but he tore off a piece of wood with all his strength.

Only to find that a shell had been ripped off, exposing the metal inside.

He couldn't help laughing silently, wondering why he was so naive before, and believed in the loom that he could move.

He groped again, and then found a hidden door mechanism. After cracking the electronic lock and entering, he looked at the three rows of computer groups inside, the flashing lights, and two lines of hot tears.

He clutched his hair tightly with both hands, weeping silently, it turned out that everything was a lie, the ideal was just a deception by others, there had never been justice, only sin and selfish desires.

However, when Cross came out of the hidden room in a daze, the lights in Sloan's office suddenly turned on.

"Sloan...the gunsmith, the repairman, the butcher...Aix, even you know that they are hiding it from me?"

Sloan still looked like a university professor preparing to give a lecture, but in front of him, he looked like a gang leader going to negotiate, with more than a dozen people of different shapes standing behind him.

"Cross, I don't know whether you are too smart or too stupid. Do you think I will believe your side of the story and not investigate you?"

"Sloan, all this is your deception?"

"No, this is my business, our business, everyone here has a share, in fact, this includes you, but it's a pity..."

Sloan took out an exquisite pistol with an ivory handle from his arms, pointed it at Cross, "You are fired."

"Wait a moment!"

But just as Sloan was holding the trigger's index finger and began to apply force, a voice suddenly sounded at the end of the crowd.