[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

There were four or five mercenaries inside the lab, and more standing outside the lab.Garcia went in, already anticipating what kind of soldiers he would see.

Brainwashed normality, Garcia thought, his hand opened the soldier's eyes, there was no light inside, as dull and numb as a demented eye.Garcia has seen similar eyes. At that time, he had just lost his intellectual property lawsuit, and his wife was suffering from a strange disease. He was running around day and night hoping to collect enough medical expenses. On the seventh day, when he visited his wife He fell asleep in the hospital bed next to his wife, and the nurse woke him up in the morning. This is what he saw in the mirror when he went to the bathroom.

Numb, demented, without any light, not even tired.

Garcia immediately let go of his hand and continued with other tests.

Various instruments, routine inspections, and the physical fitness of the soldiers are much better than when they just woke up the day before yesterday. It can be easily seen from the bloody mercenaries.

"No problem, the inspection report will be handed in in an hour." Garcia said to the mercenary headed, but suddenly a voice appeared behind him, very small, but no one present had the guts to ignore it.

"Who is Bucky Barnes?"

The soldier looked up at Garcia. He seemed to be thinking hard about something, but he didn't know anything. He could only stare at Garcia, as if he knew Garcia could give an answer.

His eyes were green. This idea rushed into Garcia's mind instantly but was immediately driven out. The mercenaries looked at each other, not knowing whether they should answer this question.

"He was a soldier during World War II." Garcia said, "Don't worry about it, soldier, do your job well."

He walked out of the laboratory, and Houdini followed him and said, "Doctor! I know how the soldiers lost control!" He paused, as if waiting for Garcia's questioning.

In a highly hierarchical organization like Hydra, how dare the assistants of other labs talk to the doctor in such a casual way, all I can say is that Garcia treats them too well.

"How did it get out of control?" Garcia asked following his meaning.

"They were talking about Captain America who had just been dug out. The soldiers happened to be training them at the training ground, so they went to ask, and then they showed the soldiers the information of Captain America, as if there was something else. Then at the training ground When he started practicing, he suddenly lost control." Houdini said, and he added in a low voice: "It's a pity that there were only a few mercenaries in the training ground at that time, otherwise there would be a few annoying guys missing."

"That's why." Garcia said, "The organization should write a collection of sensitive subjects that cannot be mentioned in front of soldiers, such as children, Captain America or something."

"I heard that the higher-ups are not very clear about this. We are a branch. The soldiers were originally from the Soviet Union, but they were transported here later. The handover was not good." Houdini said.

Garcia was no longer listening to him at this time, and the flashing thought came again. He seemed to have grasped a little clue, but he couldn't figure it out.

Kid, Captain America, sniper, sniper...

He frowned, and the eyes of soldiers appeared in his mind and immediately drove him out. He always felt that something was ignored by him.

After entering the office, he picked up his computer and started searching.Captain America, sniper, sniper, after these few keywords, a photo appeared on his computer screen. The introduction below said Bucky Barnes, a close friend of Captain America. Captain America's interview video.

Garcia felt something grab his heart, and his brain started screaming for him not to click on those pictures, don't click on those pictures, it was a very bad premonition, but he forced himself to trust reason and not let emotion Control—he had always forced himself to do so, so he clicked on the picture.

......

Fuck reason.

Fuck Hydra.

Fuck S.H.I.E.L.D.

to the fucking world.

"I thought that what I had been torturing was a tool, a person who had been trained as a tool by Hydra since birth."

Garcia leaned against the glass of the isolation ward of the hospital and spoke to the red-haired woman lying on the hospital bed inside.The woman was just lying there, she couldn't hear what Garcia was saying, and of course it was impossible to get up and hug him, comfort him, encourage him, like she had done before.

"I thought soldiers never had free will, or I forced myself to think so," Garcia said, and he found his voice trembling, like a dying person. "What I have been torturing, who has been thawing, freezing, adjusting the consciousness alignment device and brainwashing is a hero."

He paused for a long time, adjusting his breathing.

"I've been torturing a hero who fought for his country on the battlefield, fought alongside Captain America, and died for our happiness. Now he's brainwashed to serve an organization he once hated, killing those he once served The one who gave his life to protect."

Garcia looked at the woman in the ward, how he hoped that the woman would wake up and let him end all this.But she didn't, she was still lying there, entrusting his love, hope and despair.

"I'm going to hell when I die," Garcia said. "Maybe I'll never be with you again, Mary. I'm sorry."

-

"Gentlemen, this can be said to be the most exciting moment since the 21st century." The leader of the scientific research team who studied the thawing of Captain America said before the thawing, "We can bring the American spirit back to the world and let the American people once again Very inspiring!"

Everyone was applauding, they were smiling, Garcia raised the corners of his mouth stiffly, clapping but making no sound because of too little strength.

"Let's get started! Gentlemen!" The white-haired doctor turned around and started to activate the equipment, while Garcia was assigned the task of adjusting the pressure.

The frost on Captain America's body gradually disappeared, and his heart and brain wave images gradually began to fluctuate. After 10 minutes, he, who was originally sitting down and diving, collapsed in a very indecent posture. The posture is specially designed on the seat.

At that moment, those corrugated lines flattened for a moment, and everyone's cold sweat broke out. In those short seconds, Garcia didn't even dare to blink his eyes.

Fortunately, after a few seconds, with some small fluctuations, the moire line began to recover again.

The entire room erupted in cheers.