[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

"Yes, Dr. Douglas." Before Jarvis finished speaking, he was already approaching the direction of the plane, but before Garcia had time to continue to exercise mind control, the fire attack hit him, and the armor just avoided it. hit the first blow.

"Hurry up! Doctor!"

Tony's voice came from inside the helmet, and Garcia immediately continued to focus.

【I will get out of control and turn the plane around】

It was another shell, and Garcia was hit in the head by the haste to dodge, and it hurt so much - but had no time to think more, and he continued the cycle.

【I will get out of control and turn the plane around】

The armor dodged a shell again, and in Garcia's sight, the plane had already turned around to attack him.

"Bring him back!" Bucky yelled at someone on the other end of the channel.

【I will get out of control and turn the plane around】

The plane stopped.

Garcia breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone in the Helicarrier also breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the surveillance video.Garcia flew to the front of the plane, both the pilot and the co-pilot were there, and one of them was debugging something. When they saw Iron Man's armor appearing, they were not nervous, but looked relieved instead. One of the men Even gave a thumbs up.

"That's Clint." Natasha breathed a sigh of relief, "He's back to normal."

"Connect to the channel in the plane." Fury said.

"Sir."

Clint's voice came out.

"You will take the Cosmic Rubik's Cube to a safe place." Fury said, he did not specify which place it is, of course-it is not clear how many Hydras are still on the mothership, in case they launch a mutiny Want to take away the Rubik's Cube?

"Dr. Douglas, you follow Agent Button to assist him." Fury said.

As soon as Garcia got into the plane, he saw several corpses being swept out by the airflow generated by the opening of the plane door. Garcia looked at the disappearing corpses in surprise.

"As soon as they regained their sanity, they thought about snatching the Rubik's Cube." Agent Patton, who was still in the co-pilot just now, retracted his bow and arrow and said, "The insider of S.H.I.E.L.D. is really not careful."

Then he put his bow behind his back and reached out to Garcia, who was gradually getting out of the armor: "Clint Barton, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Dr. Garcia Douglas." Garcia said.

"Nice to meet you." Agent Barton said, "So your ability is mind control?"

"Yes." Garcia said.

"Very useful ability." Agent Barton said, nodding briefly to Garcia, "We are now going to a secret base of the SHIELD. The director doesn't trust most people."

"I guessed it." Garcia said, the battle armor had already flown out of the cabin at this time, and rushed to its owner.

"You're lucky," Clint said. "I've always wanted to wear that armor."

-

After sending Dr. Banner to Stark Tower, Zemo fell asleep. He slept very well at first. He didn't dream, it was dark.But then those scenes appeared in his mind again. When he died, after he died, the goddess in robes gave him her power in exchange for faith.

It should have been shortly after his death. There was a glimmer of light in the darkness, and a woman with long hair came out of the mist and smiled at him.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I am Isis," said the woman, "granddaughter of Ra, wife of Osiris, mother of Horus."

"You're an Egyptian goddess," Zemo said. He once knew the female taboo in front of him in the picture book. "Why are you here?"

"Your pendant," said the goddess, "your pendant called me here, and that pendant is soaked in the blood of two lovers."

Zemo remembered the pendant, which was given to him by his grandmother. It was not so exquisite, and the gemstones on it had long since fallen off and been replaced by cheap painted silver, but it was a family heirloom, so he put it The pendant was given to Maria as a gift, and after that the pendant hung quietly around Maria's neck until it was soaked in Maria's blood.

"What does that pendant have to do with you?" Zemo asked.

"That was my magic weapon," said Isis. She was much taller than Zemo, with a well-proportioned figure and a beautiful face. Looking down at Zemo, her eyes were breathtaking.

"Drenched in the blood of the one I love, I will be summoned to the side of the one who wears it."

"Why?" Zemo asked.

Now the scenery around them has changed, it seems to be the bank of the Nile, the papyrus is blown by the wind, and the setting sun is reflected on the Nile, showing blood.

"To save them." Isis said, "As long as the flesh remains, I can resurrect them."

Zemo laughed, his shoulders trembled, he covered his face, squatted down, and then he could feel his smile twisted, and the salty liquid flowed into his mouth and down his neck.

"Your wife's bones are gone." Isis said sympathetically when he knew what was going on.

"Cremation." Zemo said the word curtly, looking up at Isis. "You can't do anything."

"My husband was once cut into eight pieces by his younger brother."

"He didn't turn to dust," Zemo said, his voice trembling with involuntary anger at Isis's haughty pity.

"You're right," Isis said.

"But I offer you another gift."

Zemo looked at her indifferently with red eyes.

"Thousands of years have passed since I was trapped by my younger brother Seth in a place of extreme darkness." Isis said, "My power is limited there, and only because of the pendant's summoning my spirit can come Come here, I will give you my strength, as long as you rescue me, my glory will continue on you."

"I used your power to rescue you. After I succeed, you will resurrect me, and I can get your power." Zemo said, "This is a deal, goddess, don't say it is so noble."

"This is the opportunity I give you, the honor I give you." Isis said.

"What if my body gets cremated before I get you out?" Zemo asked.

"There's no time there," Isis said. "Your body is safe."

Then, he—or rather, his soul was transported to the darkest place, it was a frightening place, the smell of blood filled the nostrils, the choking smell of sulfur, blood flew in front of him, his face Twisted monsters and demons, their corpses fell on the ground, and the smell seemed to be tangible.

"mortal."

A female voice, unlike Isis, is also arrogant, but this female voice is more ruthless.

Zemo turned his head, and there was a tall woman standing behind him. The crown protruding from her head looked like antlers, and her eyes were dark.

"How did you get here?"

-

Zemo opened his eyes.

His memories ceased, his dreams ceased, his sleep ceased.

Of course, he still remembered what happened afterwards.He rescued Isis, and Isis gave him part of his power as promised, and resurrected him, but he couldn't repair his disfigured left half of his face. He tried many times to no avail, so he You can only wear a mask to cover your scars.

That woman, he thought of the woman with dark eyes, she was beautiful and cold, her mouth seemed to be forever stained with the blood of those evil beasts.She walked with Zemo in the Darkest Realm for a while, and then when the goddess Isis was rescued, she also left the Darkest Realm, but now she doesn't know where she went.

Perhaps for revenge, Zemo remembered what she had said about her family.About her ungrateful and cruel father, weak and incompetent mother, those bloody betrayals and killings.

-

"I came here to save someone," Zemo said. "She told me I needed to find her so she could get out of this place."

"It looks like you've been tricked, boy." The woman raised her eyebrows and walked up to him. "You are a soul."

Zemo is no longer young, the woman in front of him looks about his age, but he also knows that the age of a god cannot be judged by appearance.There is no need for the boy to refute.

"My body is dead," Zemo said.

"Oh," the woman looked indifferent, "I'm still alive."

"Do you know how I can find Isis?" Zemo asked, asking the woman in front of him for directions didn't seem like a wise choice, but now he had no other options.

Do you expect him to ask about the corpse in the ground or the evil beast with only one breath left in the distance?

"If she sent you to rescue her, shouldn't she give you some instructions?" the woman asked, looking less than willing to help.

"Her power is limited here." Zemo said, "She can let a human soul—as a carrier—use her power, but she herself is limited, so she can't see me."

"Oh, that's really sad," said the woman, "but then again, what do I get if I help you?"

"I don't know." Zemo said, "But if Isis says that as long as I find her, she can leave the Darkest Realm, she knows how to get out, and maybe she can take you out."

"You know I'm imprisoned here?" The woman raised her eyebrows.

"This is a prison." Zemo said, "Are you a jailer?"

The woman laughed, gorgeous and aggressive. She looked Zemo up and down and said, "I am Hela, the goddess of death, the heir to the throne of Asgard."

"Helmut Zemo," Zemo said, "I am a soldier."