[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

"Humidity 55%...."

"Humidity 45%, temperature...."

"Humidity 25%, temperature...."

"Freezing is complete."

After Garcia finished speaking, he glanced at the man in the freezer and ticked off the notebook in his hand.He said to the rest of the staff: "Edward and Houdini checked the instruments again, and the rest of the staff and I went to analyze the soldiers' physical examination records."

"Yes, Doctor." The staff member agreed.Garcia took the stack of documents and left the room, followed by several staff members.

The soldier did not have any problems this time, or in other words, there were no new problems. As for the pressure of his metal arm on his muscles and bones, and the impact of the electric shock on his brain, these are all negligible problems. is necessary wear and tear.

He is a tool, Garcia told himself, a weapon, he has no awareness of what he is doing, he has no awareness of the outside world, the only thing he knows is to complete the task.

"Give the report to the person above." Garcia said to the assistant, and then began to clean up the table, preparing to leave.

"Yes, doctor." His assistant put away the documents and left the office briskly.

Garcia met Rumlow, the leader of the organization's mercenary team when he left the office, and occasionally returned with the soldiers to monitor the brainwashing of the soldiers with Pierce.

"Hello." Garcia greeted him politely, and then was about to leave, but was stopped by Rumlow—"Doctor," he said, "how is the soldier?"

"Very well," Garcia said, "the gunshot wound has fully healed, and there are no new problems other than necessary wear and tear."

"Worn." Rumlow grinned, and Garcia didn't know what emotion he wanted to express.

"Thank you, Doctor." Rumlow said, "You are much more likable than other researchers. Of course, I don't mean any disrespect." He smiled at Garcia.

Garcia is not surprised why other colleagues often complain that the organization's mercenaries seem to have excrement stuffed in their brains.The two sides of paperwork and field work are the inspiration points of contradictions in any company. The person in charge of paperwork complains that the people who go out to work have no brains to damage equipment and things everywhere, which increases their workload, while the people who go out to work— —The people who go out to the field feel that they are great. They are responsible for the world of the organization. They are the main force of the organization to complete the world peace mission, and they can eliminate five or six weak scientific researchers with a wave of their hands.

To be honest, he doesn't like people who go out on the field either.On the whole, though, he didn't even like the organization, so it wasn't surprising.

"It's an honor to hear you say that," Garcia said, "but don't repeat it in front of my colleagues."

"I'm not stupid," said Rumlow, and he said, "Goodbye, Doctor."

"Goodbye, Rumlow." Garcia said, leaving the building before Rumlow's figure disappeared.

He drove to a hospital, and the weather was turning cloudy, and the wind stings his face a little. The cashmere sweater and the overcoat of the coat can't dispel the cold, as if the ice shards have soaked into his bone marrow.There was heating in the hospital, but he still felt the cold not leaving his body.

"I'm here to visit Mary Douglas." He said to the front desk, and the front desk informed the head nurse of the special ward with ease, and the head nurse brought him to the front of the ward.In the nursing ward inside the transparent glass, a woman is sleeping on the hospital bed.She has long red hair, pale face, even her lips are bloodless, and her faint vital signs are displayed on the instrument next to her.

"Is Mary better, doctor?" Garcia asked the attending physician.

The attending doctor shook his head solemnly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Douglas." He said, "Mrs. Douglas's physical condition has not changed, neither has it improved nor deteriorated. But for this disease that we cannot control, it is considered good news."

As if pitying Garcia, he added: "Maybe your wife will wake up soon."

"Thank you for your blessing." Garcia said, he felt that the breath he exhaled seemed to be able to form a white mist in the air, even though he was sure that the temperature in the hospital must be above [-] degrees.

"Do you have any questions?" asked the doctor.

"No," Garcia said, and then he asked the question that had been asked countless times, "Can I go in and see her?"

The doctor shook his head and frowned at Garcia: "I'm sorry, Mr. Douglas, we have reached a consensus that the environment around your wife cannot be affected in any way. You can look at her like this."

Garcia's eyes fell through the glass and onto the woman's face.

"Well," he said, "thank you, doctor."

The doctor smiled, and immediately left the corridor and entered his office.

The woman inside was still asleep, seemingly never to wake up, but Garcia knew she might one day wake up, and in her present pain-free sleep, that was enough.

Perhaps knowing that Mary was still alive was the only thing driving him to keep working in the organization.

"You are like that soldier, Mary." Garcia said softly, even though he knew that Mary would never hear, "But you are better than him, you just fell asleep, and he was forced to be brainwashed while sleeping , to kill, I miss you, but I guess no one misses him."

"I'm sorry, Mary," he said. "You wouldn't be happy to know who I'm working for and what I've done, but I have to. Sometimes I do those things and it feels like I'm sending someone else's life into In your body, when I freeze him, when I watch him suffer and participate in those plans, I feel like I put his life into your body. I work for them, in exchange for you life support."

"He's a tool, Mary, if saying that reassures you." Garcia put his head on the glass, and the coldness of the glass made him shiver. "He's a man, but he's a weapon. He doesn't know anything." , No one knows his past, where he came from before. I hope he is a person who was trained as a weapon from birth." He paused, "Maybe I will feel better this way."

He stayed for a while longer, staring at the woman's pale, plain face, then tightened his scarf and left the hospital.