[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

"No, Garcia." Mary held his hand, her expression suddenly became extremely resolute, "You will absolutely, absolutely not die here."

Garcia sucked in a sharp breath. The moment he regained consciousness, he uttered a scream of pain. His eyes were almost blinded by the white light of the laboratory. After a few seconds, he struggled in pain. aware of their situation.

"You're awake." Martin Anderson bent down and smiled at him, "How do you feel?"

Garcia didn't answer him, Garcia had no way to answer him, he used all his remaining strength to breathe, as if this was the only way for him to live, he looked at his body, the wound was roughly bandaged to stop the bleeding and sustain him He was fixed on the consciousness calibrator, and behind Martin Anderson, several experimenters were busy recording the data displayed on the monitor of the consciousness calibrator.

"You know." Anderson said, "When the organization poisoned that woman, they didn't expect anything other than a researcher who would freeze the human body."

Poisoning, Garcia only heard the word repeating in his ears, like a spell.

Poison, poison, poison, poison...

"Maybe you will feel pain now, but it's okay." Anderson said, "After a few times, or dozens of times, at least a few hundred times of brainwashing, you will forget everything and become an experimental product of the organization, or a sharp weapon, who Do you know?"

Garcia raised his bloodshot eyes to stare at Anderson. He had a hideous expression and clenched his teeth. The blood from his mouth had dried up and turned brown. Now he looked like a bloody ghost.

Anderson sneered, and continued to cover Garcia's eyes with the cloth that had been wrapped around Garcia's eyes. Garcia struggled desperately with the strength he used to breathe, and he was almost suffocated, but of course it was useless——

"Round two." Anderson's emotionless words were the last voices Garcia heard.

"It seems that I will indeed die here." Garcia said.

He went back to the campus again, and Mary was sitting beside him, weaving some small animals out of grass. She hadn't finished weaving, so Garcia waited for her until the girl wove an unnamed grass weave. The insect was placed in the palm of his hand.

"You're still breathing," Mary said. "Don't be so pessimistic."

"Maybe I will commit suicide." Garcia said, playing with the unnamed insect in his hand, and found that he was actually enjoying the tranquility at the moment, "I will not let Hydra take advantage of me."

"Or you can use your last strength." Mary said, "Your ability is mind control, and what works is your brain, not your eyes or mouth."

Garcia looked at Mary, she stopped knitting, but twisted the grass into a rope and played with it. After a while, she said again: "Think about Bucky."

Garcia didn't react for a while—"Who?"

"Bucky Barnes, the man next to you." Mary said, "Think about him, think about what you are going to do, think about what Hydra did. I don't like anger, but anger has unpredictable the power of."

Garcia didn't speak, and the action of playing with insects gradually slowed down.

"He really looks like a fawn, doesn't he," said Mary. "Look at those eyes." She laughed, as if she were really talking about some cute little animal.

Garcia broke away from the illusion again, still from the pain running through his brain.

"You are also the first person to successfully smuggle a soldier out of the hands of the organization." Anderson said, "It is impressive. But unfortunately that is of no use, we will use you as a bait to lure the soldier, and he will again Become the sharpest weapon of the organization. After going around such a big circle, you see, Garcia, you still have nothing, and even lost everything. Your wife, your former friends, your loyal, the weapon you rescued— —why struggle?"

The screams came from nowhere, intermittent, as if entangled Garcia, the fear in his heart disappeared, maybe it was lost in the pain, his perception became numb, but at the same time he found that his anger Together with sadness, it begins to gather, pile up, and entangle.

Screaming, distorted face, cold sweat, bloodshot eyes, the moment the consciousness calibrator switch was pressed, the blurred figure, Mary sleeping on the hospital bed through the glass, the frightening brain wave map with violent fluctuations, Mary suddenly opened her eyes on the hospital bed, and she screamed——

No, no, no, no, absolutely not....

"Your tears." Anderson said, "How old are you, why are you still crying?"

Garcia couldn't feel his tears, and it wasn't until Anderson's words came out that he realized he seemed to be crying.But he couldn't erase it, because he was trapped on the consciousness calibrator, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Once again, the electric current passed through his mind, this time the sting did not bring illusion, he only felt something fading gradually, he wanted to catch them, but he couldn't catch them, they were in Gradually fading instead of being taken away, the more despair, those pictures began to fade, those Gothic or Baroque buildings, colleagues discussing in the laboratory, the man sitting on the chair, the color faded, shortened time—

The current stopped.

"Third round."

He gasped and began to struggle with all his strength, trying to get around the pain and finally speak a complete sentence. Anderson squinted his eyes and watched Garcia's struggle with a smile in a place he couldn't see.

"If you keep struggling, maybe I will lose control and let you die in my hands." Anderson said, "I like torturing those who are not subdued the most."

"No—" Garcia squeezed the word out between his teeth, and strangely, after the excruciating pain of saying the word passed, the rest of his sentence suddenly became extremely smooth.

He can't forget those things, now he has nothing but memory, and if he loses memory, he's just a dead man with a body, and if he loses memory - the soldier will be recycled again, suffering what he did sin.

He can't, can't let all these things happen, he's done wrong, he's done enough.

He must not let these things happen, no matter what.