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He was screaming in pain, Garcia thought that he was not a neuroscientist, but only researched on freezing the human body and related changes in human body functions, but he could guess that a person was brainwashed by countless electric shocks and forcibly instilled with consciousness What was the state of mind after that.He wasn't a person anymore, Garcia told himself.While his assistant was recording data, he observed the soldiers' external performance.After hearing these activation commands, he went into a state of madness. If it weren't for the restraint chair, Garcia believed that he would smash the heads of everyone in the room.

After speaking the password, the called Garcia colleague asked, "Is there anything unusual?"

"No." Garcia glanced at the data recorded in the experiment. "There is no problem in performing the mission, he just needs to lose a little stabilizer."

"That's good," he said, "I still have tasks to do, so let's go first, be careful."

"Okay, goodbye." Garcia said, he hung glucose on the soldier, and asked his assistant to prepare the stabilizer for infusion. The state of accepting the order just now looks straight.

Rumlow was so bored that he went out to find a chocolate bar and started eating. He leaned against the wall and asked, "Is the procedure over? I'm going to report to Pierce."

"He's fine now," Garcia said.

"See too." Rumlow smiled and waved to the soldiers, "Goodbye, weapons."

The soldier looked up at him, but said nothing.

"That man," said the soldier, "I want to hit him."

Garcia thought for a moment.

"Me too," he said, "but don't say I said that if you really want to hit him."

The soldier didn't answer him, and Garcia didn't expect anything. He stood aside and began to look through the soldier's previous inspection records, including the period before he came.Excellent machine, Garcia thought, perfect kill record and physical fitness, anyone with such a weapon could destroy the entire top of the government.

The stabilizer was delivered, and Garcia hung it up on the soldier. When the needle pierced the blood vessel, the soldier's face was still numb.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Stabilizer, maybe you don't recognize it, but you basically lose this every time you defrost it. But this time the dose will be a little higher." Garcia said, "You will be on a mission in the afternoon, and our time is a little tight. "

"What mission?"

"I wish I knew." Garcia said, "Okay, the rest is for the Field Service Department." He turned to his assistant and said, "Edward, tell the people in the field to guard the soldiers as usual. After losing this bottle, he can go to perform the mission."

"Doctor," Edward said, "Mr. Pierce called just now and asked you to observe the soldier's condition before he was taken away."

"Okay." Garcia said, "I'll wait here."

So before the people from the Field Service Department came, Garcia had been sitting in the laboratory next to the infusion soldiers.He began to look through the soldiers' earlier inspection records, and found that all inspection records began in 1991, which happened to be the time when the former Soviet Union disintegrated. It was not surprising that his activation password was in Russian.

"Have you been in the former Soviet Union?" Garcia asked.

After waiting for a long time, there was no sound in the room again. "It's cold there," said the soldier.

"Better than a freezer," Garcia said. "I thought you would be a little smaller, but I didn't expect you to have already started to perform missions in 1991—and your appearance has not changed from now."

"I work for the organization," the soldier paused, as if he didn't find any grammatical flaws in this sentence, "from a long time ago."

Garcia didn't answer him. The tentative conversation with the soldier made him feel sick. He didn't know where this emotion came from, but he still chose to remain silent.

There was the sound of shoe soles hitting the floor outside, as well as rude chatting and laughing, of course—people from the Field Service Department came, they pushed the door open, and they seemed a little surprised to see Garcia.

"Oh," said one of the bald men, "Dr. Douglas, what are you doing here?"

"Mr. Pierce asked me to continue to observe the soldier until he was taken away by you to perform the mission." Garcia said, "Are you going to kill someone again?"

"Basically, killing some people, kidnapping and so on." The bald man smiled, "That's what we usually do."

Garcia didn't know what was so funny about it, but a group of five mercenaries immediately started laughing, until the impatient silence from the soldiers made them stop laughing instantly as if they were being choked.

Of course, Garcia thought, they were afraid of the soldiers.He knew that his predecessor had been pinched by the throat when the soldier lost control and smashed into the experimental apparatus, leaving him a vacancy. The mercenaries present at the time couldn't do anything, and they were almost disabled.He sincerely hoped that the same would not happen to him.

"Cough," as if he couldn't stand the silence—one of the reasons why Garcia hates mercenaries—the bald head tried to talk to him again, in a very low tone, "I heard from the senior that soldiers seem to rarely lose control recently, doctor. "He said, "Then you should have a share of the credit."

"This should be attributed to the researchers who tested and regulated his nervous system," Garcia said. "Dr. Izelle, if you want to know. I am only responsible for the physical aspects of soldiers."

"That's also very impressive." The bald head said, he continued the awkward conversation, and seemed to be encouraged by the friend sitting next to him, "Which university did you graduate from?"

"University of Manchester." Garcia said, "I came to the United States to work."

"Oh, Manchester." The bald head said, "That's a good university. My sister wants to go to that university."

"Really?" Garcia put down the test report, "How old is your sister?"

"Uh, I don't know." The bald head said, "It should have been her 16th birthday when I went home last time, but I was kicked out by my dad."

The mercenaries next to him started laughing again, but it was just a silent laugh, and the companion next to the bald head poked him: "Be quiet, he is looking this way."

Garcia looked up, and sure enough, he could see the soldier's eyes staring in this direction.

"Hey, soldier." The bald man said boldly. Garcia could already guess that he was a new mercenary. "Which university did you graduate from?"

The soldier seemed to know that he was teasing him, so he just stared and frowned, without answering.

"You seem to be asking if your knife has a doctorate degree." Garcia commented on the mercenary's behavior.