[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

"You'll kill yourself," he said, "and you all will."

As these words spit out, he felt some warm liquid spray out of his throat, accompanied by a tingling pain.There was a sound from the side, like a knife piercing flesh, and someone fell to the ground.But he couldn't hear very clearly, and all the sounds seemed to be separated by a membrane, which was vague.

"You see," said Mary, "it's not difficult, is it?"

They sat in the school's little theater, Mary was a member of the drama club at the university, and Garcia was invited to one of her plays, Shakespeare's Richard II, in which she played the princess of France, the fair queen of England .Marie's acting skills are not superb, but Garcia dedicated all his applause to Marie's deep-seated sadness at the parting of her husband.

That was also the first time Garcia and Marie kissed, and he came backstage with a rose, and Marie tiptoed to give him a kiss.

Now that he recalled that play, he found that it suddenly had an absurd prophetic quality.

"They're dead," Garcia said.

"Yes, they are dead." Mary said, "Anderson pierced his own neck with a knife, one of them stabbed the knife into his chest, and the other two dismantled the wires and wrapped them around his neck."

"It turns out that I can perceive the outside world without relying on my eyes." Garcia said, he denied the existence of Mary, but Mary didn't care, she just stared at the small solid wood stage, as if thinking about something.

Garcia said: "You are an illusion I created, intending to free me from guilt—but you failed," he paused, "I failed."

"Am I?" Mary looked at him with a gentle smile, "Really?"

He left the illusion.

There was darkness in front of his eyes, and the fresh smell of blood filled the air. He tried hard to concentrate and perceive the outside world.It was very difficult, his whole body was in pain, and he tried to gather part of his attention from the gap of pain, which made him hear someone push open the door of the laboratory, and hesitant steps gradually approached him.

The man pushed open the door, and what he saw was a tragic scene. The corpses of Martin Anderson and another experimenter fell on the ground near the door. The other corpse was paralyzed on the instrument, showing a distorted posture. The chair in the center Sitting on it was a lifeless person, his head was drooping, his hands were tied up feebly, and blood dripped from his mouth onto his legs.The man gasped, and cautiously approached the person on the chair, trying to determine whether he was dead or alive.

The man suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened and stared at the man, his face was pale and the blood was running bright red on his face, before he had time to react, the man heard a voice——

"Let me go and commit suicide."

The moment Garcia got off the consciousness calibrator, he fell heavily to the ground because of the severe pain in his legs, and then the limbs and bones seemed to have been agreed, and the pain intensified at the same time. The feeling was so intense that he wondered if he was missing some parts. Limbs, but he knew it was just an illusion, as if when his flesh and blood were pierced he thought his blood spurted out and his life flowed away, but in fact, because of the slenderness of the knife, his wound did not It was horrible, but a simple bandage stopped the continuous loss of blood.

After the initial pain passed, he found that the wound started to feel hot. The redness and swelling were not very pleasant, but it was much better than pure pain.He knew it was a sign that his wounds were beginning to heal slowly, and now he seemed to be out of danger for a while.

Maybe he should rest for a while, just for a while, he's so tired and his body hurts too much.He slowly closed his eyes, and put his face close to the cold ground. Not far away, the blood of those experimenters was still flowing on the floor, and it might stain his face soon, but he didn't want to worry about that. , he gradually emptied his brain.

But wait.

His fingers moved.He came to the torture chamber alone, but he didn't come here alone, there was someone else, a boy, with black hair, and he was important.

Hydra's conspiracy is tied to him, and he can't let Hydra succeed, he has to find him.

Thinking of this, Garcia tried his best to raise his head from the ground, the door was not far from him, the door was open, and the white light from the corridor spilled into the room, he seemed to see Mary leaning against the door and watching him, he blinked, The figure disappeared.

-

"If I have to be used by you," Bruce said to the woman in front of him, "I want the key to what I am."

At this time, Garcia had been taken away for a while, and Angelina was operating on the computer at the desk, ignoring Bruce.

After a long silence, Bruce finally lost his composure.

"Shut up, little boy." Angelina didn't seem to have that much patience with Bruce, but her attitude towards Garcia was much more enthusiastic in comparison.

Seemingly finished, she turned off the computer, squatted down, and took out a safe from under the desk. She walked up to Bruce, randomly pulled out a silver knife from the pen holder, and scratched Bruce's face. Bruce watched her movement without saying a word, only struggling as her knife approached.

Of course, it was of no use. Angelina wiped some of Bruce's blood with her finger, and rubbed it on the side of the safe. A circle of green light slowly lit up around the safe, and then the light went out slowly, and the cycle several times— —In the end, only half of the green lights remained on.

"What's in this box?" Bruce asked, staring at the box, with cold sweat on his palms, he tried to be calm, but after all, he was still a young man who hadn't experienced much experience.

Angelina ignored him and just walked over to Bruce with the safe, her eyes flicking to Bruce for a moment.

"You're a handsome boy, Bruce," she said. "What your stupid father did ruined you."

This sentence angered Bruce, and it took him a lot of effort not to show his excitement too obviously, but Angelina obviously saw it.

She sneered.

"Why are you saying that?" Bruce asked.

Angelina directly opened Bruce's eyes and pointed the front of the safe at him roughly. Only then did Bruce realize that there was an iris scanner on the front of the safe. He struggled, but Angelina Wolfe easily After restraining him, the iris scanning device quickly finished its work.Green lights flashed around the safe again, and as always, those green lights began to light up slowly.

"You know," Angelina Wolfe said, biting her lips, "If your father didn't have the key to your safe—or, he simply put the list in another As far as the place is concerned, you can still be a carefree noble son now."

While talking, she pulled out the gun beside her. She stared at the green lights around the safe. Then, the box bounced lightly. When she opened the safe, she pointed the gun at the safe with her left hand. Bruce Wayne.

"Goodbye, Bruce," she said.

But the gunshot did not sound for a long time, and the rope that tied Bruce's hands behind his back had been cut by the knife in his cuff, but Bruce did not move because of this, he watched Angelina's expression, her expression was The moment he saw the things in the safe, he became livid.

"Fuck," she cursed in German.Then he threw the safe to the ground angrily, and then the contents of the safe were thrown out. Bruce maintained the restrained movement, trying hard to see what was in the safe, and the thing rolled to him very cooperatively. nearby.

After seeing that thing clearly, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

It was short, but enough to show that Bruce was greatly amused by it—

What fell out of the safe was another small safe.

"You must be kidding me," he said, clearly not addressing Angelina.

"Fucking Thomas Wayne." Angelina said angrily, before her anger subsided in the slightest, it was replaced by surprise—Bruce Wayne in front of him suddenly stood up from his chair, holding a small knife in his hand He rushed towards her with a stern look on his face.

"Go to hell," he said.Angelina shot immediately, but he deftly dodged it, and he hid under the table. Angelina raised her eyebrows, and her tone was filled with curiosity—"It seems that our billionaire genius He’s not exactly what he looks like.”

"Isn't our beautiful Mrs. Kane too?"

Angelina immediately shot towards the place where the sound came from, but Bruce arrived at her side in an instant, which didn't scare her——Bruce's trick seemed to her to be just a child's play, she immediately The butt of the gun hit Bruce's joints with a backhand. The boy's face turned pale for a moment, and the knife he swung slashed a foot away from Angelina's neck.

"You're still too young, little genius." Angelina said narrowly to Bruce Wayne, and the next moment she threw Bruce directly onto the solid wood table, and her gun butt hit Bruce's head again, which made Bruce Wayne The other party knew that she didn't want to kill herself—Angelina still had use for Bruce Wayne.

Bruce couldn't dodge the attack. His head was bled again after a month, but then he tried hard to kick Angelina out with his legs. Angelina, who had anticipated his attack, stepped back directly. From the fireplace behind them, they picked up the solid wood used for decoration as weapons, but before they had time to attack, there was a sudden explosion sound from the upper floor.

Angelina's complexion changed, and she immediately gave up the attack after swearing in German again. She decisively picked up the safe from the ground and ran towards the door. Bruce Wayne wanted to follow, but felt the reason for being late at the door. The dizziness caused by the head injury caused the woman to disappear around the corner of the corridor. He chased after her immediately after waking up, but he couldn't see anyone at the end of the corridor.

There was a loud noise again, like something exploded, Bruce didn't care about it, he immediately opened every door he could find, trying to find Garcia or Angelina, but those rooms were empty until He pushed open an ajar door, and the scene inside made him lose his breath for a moment.

Four or five people were lying on the floor, and one was paralyzed on the instrument. It was unclear whether he was still breathing. The floor was stained red, and there were still some blood stains on the ground, which seemed to be dripping or splashing out. One could imagine what happened in this room not long ago.Bruce felt sick for a while. It wasn't the first time he had seen this kind of scene, but he still couldn't calm down.

There is an instrument in the center, and the chair on it should have been occupied by people. The blood has not completely dried up. After careful observation, Bruce noticed a few drops of blood on the ground, which were very unusual. It looked fresh and continuous. , Starting from two or three meters away from the door, he left the room and explored along the wall, and sure enough, a few meters away, he saw a few more drops of blood.

He let himself hold his breath, the knife was tightly held in his hand, the corner was ahead, he knew that such a place was prone to ambushes——

He stabilized his figure, then turned around slowly, a gun protruded from the second concealed door he had just passed, his attention was focused on the ambush at the corner, but he didn't find the gun inside the door. danger.

But the hand holding the gun was put down, and the half-covered door was pushed open, and Garcia slumped weakly from the door against the door frame to the ground. Bruce Wayne's relaxed brain could no longer support his body to stand upright.Bruce immediately stepped forward to support him, and was horrified to find that Garcia's clothes were covered with blood, and it seemed that his body was bleeding everywhere.

"What happened?" He asked, and the movement of his hands did not stop. He helped Garcia up, ready to find the exit.

"They tortured me, I killed them," Garcia said simply, "Slow down, it hurts." Then he gasped.Bruce had no choice but to hold him lightly, avoiding his wound.

-

"Gotham not only produces lunatics," Harvey said, shaking his head numbly, "it attracts lunatics."

In fact, the policemen who followed Gordon were of no use. As soon as they arrived at the gate of the seemingly dilapidated institute, the Winter Soldier ignored Gordon's warning and simply touched the lock, and then pulled the rusted door hard. If you don't look at the deformed railings of the iron gate, Gordon may think that the iron gate is just in disrepair and has become dilapidated and fragile.