[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

The consciousness calibrator, of course, is all too familiar to Garcia.He had tuned the machine countless times, seen soldiers screaming on it, their muscles contorted and pale as paper, or heard those screams tearing the air a few rooms away in the laboratory.

And now it was his turn.

"You can't do this," Garcia said. "The consciousness calibrator will hurt my nerves. My nerves are the source of my spiritual power. If there is a slight difference, your experiment will not be completed."

"I think the soldiers are very clear now, aren't they?" Anderson said, "What's more, aren't you not sure about your abilities? How can you be sure what will happen after the experiment?"

"How does it feel? Dr. Douglas, you have adjusted this machine before, and now, you can finally experience its effect." Anderson said.

"Don't you think it's safer to use other methods to test my mental power before using the consciousness calibrator?" Garcia tried his best to keep his tone calm, and he tried his best not to let his body suffer from the chill in the laboratory. Trembling, but fear still began to erode his nerves quickly.

"You're right." Anderson walked past him. His assistant had already left the laboratory. He walked to the metal table behind the consciousness calibrator and picked up a slender knife. Thin traces of dried blood.It was only then that Garcia noticed that this might have been an execution room before, and behind the consciousness calibrator was a chair used to restrain mental patients. The white cloth on it was brand new, but the chair legs were covered with dark brown stains.

Garcia finally succumbed to the cold, and he shivered.

"But I don't like to listen to the words of the experimental subjects." Anderson said, staring at the knife, and gently wiped it with his cuff, "Especially a despicable scientist like you who betrayed the organization."

"No..." Garcia said, "No, I can cooperate with any of your experiments, don't—don't let me into that machine." His voice began to tremble, and finally, he paused, still finally Swallowing back the humble plea that was about to be exported.

"No." Martin Anderson smiled, a smile without any kindness.

Garcia finally caught him when he looked up, knowing that the chances of success were slim but it was his last hope—"You know how important the cooperation of the experimental subjects is, don't you." He tried to change his tone. It must be convincing, "If you can get some important results from me, the organization will reuse you, maybe you will be transferred to the headquarters-but if I don't cooperate, you know, your experiment will be very difficult, and If you use this, as long as I have a shred of consciousness, I will resist.—Why don't you just let that machine just sit idle?"

Anderson narrowed his eyes and looked sideways at him.

"Georgeo," he said, "from the surviving child, we have learned the power of persuasion. But unfortunately, I am such a hard-hearted person."

"It's an advantage, isn't it?" he said, even a slight smile appeared on his face.

Garcia closed his eyes, then opened them in despair—"You'll let me go," he said, "and kill yourself."

"Maybe I should cover your eyes with something." Anderson said as if he didn't hear what Garcia was saying, and pulled some gauze and came forward. When he came forward, Garcia continued to insist: "You will take me—"

A slap was slapped on his face, and at the same moment Garcia felt a sharp pain in his cheek, swelling and heat after being cold, his voice stopped because of this, but he did not give up, he continued to stare into Anderson's eyes : "You'll let me go—ah!"

The knife in Anderson's hand pierced Garcia's shoulder directly, and the pain instantly hit Garcia's nerves. He couldn't speak a word. At this moment, Anderson roughly wrapped his eyes with gauze.

One lap, two laps...

"You're such a troublemaker." Anderson said, continuing to wipe the blood off the knife with his cuff.Garcia screamed silently in front of him, he opened his mouth, but he could only make a slight sound, blood began to overflow from his wound, staining his white shirt red, and the red was still spreading rapidly.

"I didn't want to do this at first." Anderson said, "But you know, my strength is not great. If you resist me, I will feel very troublesome, so I have to make a bad move to make you have no strength to resist."

Garcia was trembling slightly, and he didn't make a sound, which satisfied Anderson, but the satisfaction didn't last long.

"You will..." Garcia said intermittently, "Let go—ah!"

The second cut was perfectly symmetrical on the other shoulder. The pain was more intense than the pain caused by the bullet embedded in the flesh. Garcia could even clearly feel his own flesh and blood being pierced by the scalpel.

He breathed quickly, feeling the pain numb himself, the overwhelming pain filled him with the desire to cry, he couldn't do it, he couldn't do it, he knelt in front of the pain, he became the former Hydra Institute The scientific research personnel who insist on compromising——

He opened his mouth, and it hurt, but he forced himself to say, "Would you—"

His words were interrupted again by a knife piercing his flesh, this time in his thigh, and he felt the blood gushing out at that moment, as if his own life was passing by.

"Oh,... Bei." Anderson said, his voice became extremely blurred in Garcia's ears, including his face, Garcia only saw a figure, "You...cry... .?"

Garcia couldn't feel it, he didn't know if he was crying, he couldn't feel anything gushing out of his eye sockets, the pain had taken over all his senses, and there was nothing else.

The name popped into his head, and he pronounced it, and he didn't even know what it was, but he pronounced it, as if it would keep him going, or lessen his pain.

"What are you talking about?" Anderson suddenly heard Garcia muttering something. He thought it was the one trying to control himself, but it wasn't. He listened closer and finally understood.

"...Mary."

Garcia Road.

"Oh," he said, "your wife's name, so sad."

The final blow landed on Garcia's opposite thigh.

-

"They say that when a person is dying, his life will flash by before his eyes," the girl said, "and finally stay on the thing that he is most fond of, and it will become eternity."

She was sitting in the classroom, the boots on her feet made a crisp sound, and she became a little younger again, just like when Garcia saw her for the first time.

"That's why I miss you the most." Garcia said.

"But I'm dead, why do you miss me?" Mary looked sideways at Garcia, her eyes blinking slightly.

"It doesn't matter if you die or not," Garcia replied. "When people die, they can't take everything with them. There is always a part of them that lives on in someone else's heart."

"What they left behind was only a part, and what people remember is only a part." Mary said, the classroom with only the two of them was too quiet, and Garcia even felt that he could hear the sound of the sun falling on the ground.

"I sometimes regret not being able to have a baby with you," Garcia said.

"Come on," Mary laughed, "you know I don't want to have kids, we're too busy to take care of kids."

"I know." Garcia said.

They fell silent, Mary resting her chin on the table, staring wide-eyed at the blank blackboard in front of him. When Garcia first met her, she was in front of him to the left, her chin resting on the table, staring. The professor wrote on the blackboard in front of him, and his feet in white boots kicked the floor lightly.At that time, he thought that this girl was really nice, the kind of milk chocolate.

"You can't go on like this," the girl said, "If you go on like this, then you will often see me in your dreams, and then I will occupy every dream of yours, and then you will find that I have invaded you reality, you will see me everywhere, on the couch, in the room, at the table, you know now and you are sure that I am your imagination, but then you will start to suspect that I am a ghost, and then you will Go crazy in fantasy."

Mary paused: "I'm dead, Garcia."

"I know."

"But you didn't accept it."

"I don't know what to do," Garcia said.

Mary didn't answer him immediately, she looked out the window, and in the next second, she and Garcia appeared on the huge banyan tree in the campus, Mary sat next to him, holding the trunk with her hand, looking down into the shade Sunlight on the grass.

"Find someone else," Mary said, shaking her head at Garcia. "Find someone else you love."

"I can't," Garcia said, "and I'm dying."