[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

This feeling of relief only lasted until he saw Agent Coulson walking towards him.He wanted to walk away quickly, but doing so clearly showed his suspicion, so he laughed and said to the approaching Coulson, "Hey, Agent Coulson."

"Hey, doctor." Coulson said, walking with Garcia naturally.

"The captain is awake, don't you want to visit? I remember you are a die-hard fan of the captain." Garcia said.

"Obviously I have other tasks." Coulson shrugged regretfully, "And the director is also afraid that I will scare the captain, more or less. This is really unfair."

"It's nothing, you will have many opportunities to meet the captain in the future." Garcia said.

"That's all I can do to comfort myself. I still have many opportunities to go on missions with the captain in the future. What's the big deal? It's not a big deal." Coulson said, "Do you still want to go to the research institute now?"

"No," Garcia shook his head, "Next, I want to go home and have a good sleep. I was too busy a few days ago."

"Oh, actually, you don't have to be so busy." Coulson said, "The treatment of scientists in S.H.I.E.L.D. is much better than that of your research institute."

"Oh," Garcia said, "that would be enviable." His nerves tightened.

"What do you think of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Coulson said, "Even if you weren't familiar with it before, you should know a little bit about it now. The benefits of working here are very good."

Garcia pursed his lips and smiled at Coulson: "SHIELD is very good, but I prefer the current research institute."

He had to get away quickly, or he would be tricked out sooner or later.

"Why?" Coulson asked, "Because people are more familiar?"

"No, there are many other reasons." Garcia said, "I quite like the current institute."

"It sounds like there is an inside story," Coulson said in a joking tone, "Don't worry, if you have any inside stories, tell me, I will definitely settle it for you."

"I wish there were some inside stories to tell." Garcia laughed, and he felt his face stiffen. "You know, the institute's horror stories or something. It's a pity that they are all invented by people with rich imaginations. .”

There's a garage ahead, but there's still some distance to go, and when Garcia sees the coffee shop, it's almost like seeing a lifesaver.

"Oh, the coffee shop." Garcia smiled, "I'm going to the coffee shop to buy a cup of coffee, do you want to go with me?"

"No, I just drank a lot of coffee, goodbye, Dr. Douglas." Coulson said.

"Goodbye, Agent Coulson." Garcia said, he controlled his steps so as not to leave too quickly, his smile disappeared immediately after turning around, his face was pale.

When he decided to work for Hydra, he never thought that he would encounter this situation.

At that time, he actually thought that it was enough to simply maintain a humanoid weapon and temporarily abandon his humanity. How could he be so stupid.

"Black coffee, thank you." Garcia said to the clerk, and then ignored the clerk's gaze and took a big sip, and gradually he could hear his own rapid heartbeat.

"Hey, brother, your face doesn't look very good." The clerk of the coffee shop said, "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Garcia said, "It's just a little thing, it's just a little annoying."

"Good luck then, man," said the clerk, and Garcia gave him a grateful smile.

He waited for more than ten minutes, making sure that Coulson had left before entering the garage.At that time, the cold sweat on his face had just dried up.Calm down, he told himself, Pierce was right, Coulson was just guessing, what could he know?Could he still know that he was working for Hydra?As long as he doesn't say anything and doesn't reveal his secrets, he can only keep his guesses in his heart.

He has reached the organization again, of course, what else can he do?Are you still counting on Hydra to give him a holiday?

When he arrived at the organization, he was going to go to the laboratory to get a stack of materials. From the mercenaries guarding outside, he could tell that the soldiers must be inside. He glanced at his watch—it was time for the soldiers to enter the nutrient solution. Of course, It's meal time, if you will.

There were no mercenaries in the room, maybe the watcher had gone out and no one wanted to come in and face him.

Garcia took the materials stored here from the drawer. The soldier remained silent. After putting his hand on the doorknob, Garcia withdrew his hand again. He turned his head and said to the soldier: "Soldier, put your Pain is divided into ten levels, the most painful injury you have suffered is the highest level, what level is the consciousness calibrator?"

The soldier looked up, his eyes were green, and Garcia felt as if a hand was grabbing his neck and it was difficult to breathe.

"Ninth level." The soldier said, "But this is not a routine item of physical examination."

"I know." Garcia said, "I just need a supplement." He opened the door and left the laboratory.

He went to Houdini's desk early the next morning and asked, "You know Ania from the Drug Regulatory side, right?"

"Yes, doctor." Houdini said, not knowing what Garcia wanted to do.

"I want to ask Ania to prescribe me some sleeping pills." Garcia said, "The recent insomnia is driving me crazy."

"No problem," Houdini said, "on me." He flashed an eight-toothed grin at Garcia.Garcia rubbed his temples and went into the office. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a familiar figure again.

Pierce, damn it.

"Mr. Pierce." Garcia said, "I was not informed of your arrival." He sat opposite Pierce, waiting for him to explain his purpose.

Pierce played it off for a while—he loved doing it, as if it would make what he said more important—and then he said: "Nick Fury temporarily changed the location of the residence arranged for Captain America .”

"Without discussing it with you?" Garcia asked.

"Of course, Nick Fury, that old fox." Pierce shook his head with a smile, "This also means that the agents I arranged next to the residence are equivalent to invalid."

"That's a pity," said Garcia, "but I still don't understand what you're talking about."

"But it's a blessing in misfortune." Pierce said, "The residence he arranged for Captain America is not far from someone in the organization. In fact, they can be counted as neighbors on the same block."