When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

Blonsky is not a person without decisions, especially when there is no way out and he has to make a choice. He is more cruel than most people, whether it is towards others or himself.

But despite this, when faced with a choice related to his life and death, he still sighed dejectedly and put the reagent in his pocket.

"damn it"

Kicking the chair in front of him away, Bronsky fired two shots at the roof, cursing the inexplicable target.

He was very unwilling to do so. Although success was just around the corner, he could only get the worst possible outcome.

"Um"

The lieutenant, who was pacing irritably in the laboratory, felt something strange under his feet. He looked down and saw blood-soaked documents scattered on the ground, and his boots were stepping on one of them.

Perhaps because of his lack of knowledge, Bronski, who used to be disdainful of these things, squatted down, picked them up one by one, turned them over, and then threw them away with a livid face.

A vast array of data sheets fell in the air, or landed on the ground, soaked in blood and stuck to the floor, or landed on equipment and corpses, adding a bit of red and white cover, making the laboratory look even more messy.

The blood contamination made the handwriting on the document blurred in many places, but that had no effect on the lieutenant because he couldn't understand the clear parts.

In a dilemma, Bronski didn't even want to delve into why the U.S. military laboratory recorded the experimental process in German. He had to make a choice as soon as possible: whether to directly inject the serum here and take a chance, or as soon as possible Escape from this place and wait until you find some way to increase the success rate before injecting.

Reason told Bronsky that he should choose the latter. After all, based on what he knew about the success rate of direct injection, it was more likely to survive than shooting himself five times with a six-bullet chamber revolver loaded with one bullet. Be lower.

However, the death of General Ross and the failure of the Hydra plan did not allow him to have any lucky ideas, and he could not leave with the power to conquer the world. The subsequent crisis might cause him to completely lose the opportunity to inject the serum, just like he had already As cool as General Ross.

Thinking of this, Bronsky couldn't help but take out the test tube containing the medicine from his pocket, slowly push out the disposable injection needle and aim it at his arm, his clenched fists hurting his phalanges.

"Ah"

A sudden sneeze sounded in the closed laboratory, startling Bronsky and almost dropping the test tube in his hand to the ground.

“Oh and there’s Mr. Luck.”

After being lost for a moment and then reacting instantly, Bronski put away the test tube, pulled out the pistol from his waist, looked warily in the direction of the sound, and at the same time stared at the firearm discarded on the ground with the corner of his eye to avoid being caught off guard. The other party is eligible to resist with firepower.

However, there was no response to the lieutenant's words.

The survivor among the corpses facing Bronski still dedicatedly acted out the image of his own corpse, like an ostrich burying his head in the sand, deceiving himself with the lie that "he had not been exposed" and yearning for it. There is potential for life.

"bang bang bang bang"

The lieutenant had no intention of talking nonsense with him, so he pointed his gun at the legs and arms of several corpses and shot them one after another.

After discovering a certain guy with twitching body and tight teeth, he took care of him with a few shots.

"I surrender, please let me go, please."

Jerick was just a scientific researcher, not an agent trained in torture. He was already twitching in pain when the first shot was fired, and it took a lot of effort to restrain himself from screaming. As a result, he was hit by continuous gunshots. He completely lost his luck and cried loudly.

He felt stupid and unlucky.

Originally, he could have left the laboratory safely, but he was so eager to achieve success that he had to ask for the "freezing gun", which caused the guy Mars to go crazy.

It was not easy to see him dissolve himself, and he lost consciousness for some reason. When his body regained consciousness, he heard the sound of intensive gunshots.

He didn't dare to open his eyes and could only pretend that he was still unconscious.

His disguise was good, and Bronski, who had not carefully examined it, could not find anything wrong.

But as he threw a stack of blood-soaked information away, a piece of blood-soaked information paper landed on Jerrick's mouth and nose.

Not only did the smell of blood go straight into his mind, but it also made it harder for him to breathe. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and sneezed to blow it away.

After being exposed, his legs were shot several times by the opponent, and he basically lost the ability to escape on his own.

"Why don't you continue to pretend to be dead? I still have a lot of bullets left."

While changing the magazine for the pistol, Bronski taunted him with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

The screams of others can indeed bring him a more comfortable sadistic feeling, which is one of the reasons why he tortures and kills prisoners on the battlefield.

But compared to the violent satisfaction, the identity of the other person is the reason why he is happy about it.

Whether in terms of clothing or performance, the survivors showed their identity as researchers, which is what Blonsky needs most at the moment.

Walking in front of the other party, Bronski knelt down and looked at the other party's face carefully. The more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt.

"Dr. Mars"

"No, no, no, it's not me."

The lieutenant's speculative question startled Jerrick. The first time he heard the name, he thought of the deformed meat ball that dissolved into turbid tissue fluid, and the fact that the other party was chosen as the scapegoat by Hydra, so I quickly distanced myself from the relationship, fearing that I would also end up changing from "one person" to "one person".

"Look at what you said, doctor, we are so familiar with each other, I can still misidentify you."

Pulling Jerick up from the ground with a smile, Bronski helped the man who had been shot four times in the right leg sit on the seat. While patting his shoulder, he pretended to comfort him: "You should have spoken out earlier. , Doctor, if I had known it was you, how could the subsequent misunderstanding have occurred."

"You know me, I never point a gun at my friends."

Hydra's disguise was really good. In addition, Jerrick's face was covered in blood at this time, and Blonsky had never met Mars, so he directly misidentified him.

"Yes Yes"

Jerick carefully responded to the other party's statement, fearing that he would blow his head off if he got upset.

Although he didn't know why the officer in front of him thought he was Mars, he started to play this role very well.

He is not stupid and knows that this is the only way he can survive.

The other party is obviously seeking for himself, or Mars, and even with this identity, he can negotiate, negotiate terms, and expose the other party's misunderstanding. Then he may become a corpse lying in a pool of blood in the next second.

Placing his palm on "Mars"'s shoulder, Bronski could clearly feel the trembling of the other person's body.

But he didn't say much. After all, the more fearful the other party is, the more conducive it is to the advancement of his own purpose.

"Doctor, we are the victors. Ross and that person from the Hydra organization who you said wanted to use you as a scapegoat were all killed by me."

"well"

Hearing the other party's suddenly cold tone, Jerrick's voice trembled even more.

"Then, you know what to do next, Doctor"

"You know, no, no, you don't know me, I don't know anything."

Jerick was about to nod along with the other party's words, but suddenly realized that he was not Mars, and he didn't understand the content of the agreement with the other party. In a hurry, he directly said what was in his heart.

"So the doctor doesn't want to help me anymore."

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Bronski's face, and he looked at the other person as if he were looking at a dead person.

“I want to help, I want to help”

Jerrick watched the other party draw his gun and quickly agreed. Then he suddenly realized that this was his only chance to survive. So he suppressed the fear in his heart and mustered up the courage to shake his head before the other party put the gun on his forehead. , expressed his conditions in a trembling voice: "You guarantee the safety of my life, and I will promise you anything."