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Avengers reinforcements are coming soon.

Although there is no shield on the body, it is not particularly difficult to clean up a Hydra.With the help of Black Widow and Hawkeye, the last bit of enemy was wiped out, and Steve rushed out of the ruined restaurant without even taking a breath.

He felt like he had never run so fast before.Although Falcon often complains that he is a living perpetual motion machine when he runs in the morning, compared to now, it is as leisurely as a walk after dinner.The street scene around him has been receding rapidly, and he has left behind him without hesitation, whether it is darkness or light, although according to the information sent by Tony, the place where Garrod's cell phone signal last appeared is not far from here , but the captain just felt that this road was endlessly long, and he was like that silly mouse running in the cage, no matter how fast he speeded up, he didn't seem to take a single step forward.

When Captain America rushed to the alley, there was no one there except Iron Man.

At the entrance of the alley illuminated by street lights, there were more than a dozen corpses of Hydra agents lying in disorder, all of which had their necks broken and were fatally struck with one blow, in typical Garrod's style.The bright red blood was solidified on the road, and the strong rust smell was blown away by the wind. Among them, a line of unobvious bloodstains split from it, dripping scattered in the shadow leading to the alley, like a handful of The steel needle sprinkled on the softest part of Steve's heart, causing an unbearable pain in his chest instantly ground by fear.

"When he called, I could tell in his voice that he was clearly hurt."

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Tony turned around in his battle armor, and said to him, still holding Jarod's mobile phone with a cracked screen in his hand: "But the good news is that this amount of bleeding should not be What a fatal injury... At least, he was awake 10 minutes ago."

He kept panting, as if there was a fire burning in his lungs.Steve didn't seem to hear what Tony said at all, but just stared at the phone in his hand, with stormy eyes.

"Where is he?" Taking a step forward, Captain America asked sullenly, "Where's Garrod?"

"When I came here, there was no one here." Lifting the mask, Tony's expression is not very good now: "A wounded elf cut off the communication before he finished speaking, I think he should not You want to run around by yourself, right?"

"Certainly not."

His eyes looked around the narrow alley.Steve frowned, and before he could speak, the Black Widow who finally caught up behind him answered for him.

Bending down to pick something up from the ground, she glanced at the captain's expression now, and handed the item into his hand: "This, no matter how anxious you are, Garrod will not drop it by himself."

Steve looks down.

It was a sharp arrow pendant engraved with complicated patterns, but was stained red by blood.

No one present knew more clearly what this thing meant to Garrod than Captain America.He once spied a part of the elves that had never been known on the balcony of the Avengers Building, and glimpsed the lonely scar engraved with glory.Glorfindel came back from the east, and what he sent back was not just the old things of his old friend, but also a past that he could no longer touch, a memory that ran through almost all his years so far, like flowing in his body forever Like blood, you may not always be able to catch its flowing track, but you can't live without it.

Therefore, if the elf is still alive, he will never allow this arrow pendant to lie in the dust and blood like this. If he is not careful, it may disappear into the darkness spreading from the alley.

If...he's still fine.

Rationality is writhing in the mind to make an analysis, but emotion refuses to believe every result that comes to mind.Steve stood there, silent for a while, and finally squeezed Jarod's arrow pendant into his palm with all his strength, even if his skin was cut by the sharp metal edge, he didn't seem to notice it.

"Call Coulson."

Raising his head, he said this, with an unprecedented serious tone: "I want to know all the information he has now."

Regardless of the findings of the orcs, or every possible hiding place of Hydra.He wants to get the most comprehensive information from S.H.I.E.L.D., not letting go of any detail.

Everyone knows that Captain America and his 70-year-old enemy are dead.

And now, they gave him another reason to kill every Hydra.

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Garrod was woken up by a sharp pain on the back of his hand.

Opening his eyes from the emptiness and darkness, his vision gradually changed from blurred to clear.Mr. Elf looked at the glaring incandescent light above his head, leaving a shadow that was almost burnt under his eyes. He tilted his head uncomfortably, took a deep breath, and waited for the dizziness hovering in his mind to fade away.

"He's awake."

Around him, there seemed to be many black shadows coming and going.Someone pressed his head, raised his eyelids to look, and at the same time turned around and said something.Immediately, a cold needle pierced the skin from the neck, pouring some unknown liquid into his body.There were constant sounds of instruments coming from all around, and the pungent smell of formalin wafted in the air, as well as some faint blood, which mixed in the room into a filth that made the elf extremely uncomfortable, making him cough involuntarily. But it also restored some sanity.

This is not any place I am familiar with.

It took a few seconds to realize this fact, and Jarod blinked, slowly focusing his gaze on one point.Only then did his mind turn slowly like a rusty gear, and all the feelings he should have returned, and even the oppressive feeling of being bound by something gradually became clear.

He looked up slightly, and found that his limbs were all fixed by metal rings on the experimental table under his body.And the needle tube was still inserted in the already somewhat blue right arm, which was connected to the blood collection equipment that was running next to it, leaving a slight mechanical roar in the air.

Not knowing what they were trying to do, Garrod frowned slightly.

For four weeks, people in white coats kept coming to test his various data.Occasionally, they leaned close to each other's ears, and there was a whisper, but no one came to say anything to him.Garald looked around from the corner of his eye, and soon found the extremely distinctive sign of a skeleton octopus on the wall. He knew in his heart that he must have been plotted against in that alley and was brought back In the base of Hydra, it has become a fish on the chopping board to be slaughtered.

Unexpectedly, Jimmy turned out to be Hydra's undercover agent.

Thinking of the merciless knife coming from behind, Mr. Elf still can't believe it until now.Hawkeye once warned his colleague that it was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, and asked him to be more careful, but even so, no one could have imagined that in that cake shop that had been visited by superheroes countless times, there would be There will be hidden Hydra agents.Moreover, he suddenly launched an attack at the most suitable time, directly attacking Jarod at the moment when he was unprepared, which simply refreshed the elves' impression of the Hydra organization.

I don't know how long he planned for this day.

Involuntarily pursed the corners of his mouth.Jialuode moved his wrist, desperately trying to break free from the restraints on his limbs, but found that his whole body seemed to be emptied, and he could only lie on his back like this, silently feeling the blood slowly flowing from his body. Lost exhaustion and helplessness.

"almost."

After an unknown amount of time, the researcher who had been staring at the data on the device said this, breaking the silence in the laboratory.Immediately, Garrod felt someone press his arm and roughly pull out the needle.Then a tube of something new was injected into his body, and judging from the subsequent effects, Mr. Elf guessed that it should be something like a nutritional supplement.

Someone took out the collected blood from him, and he didn't know what to do with it, but Jarod instinctively felt that it was not a good thing.And after he stopped drawing blood, the dizziness caused by the loss of blood gradually came over like waves, constantly corroding his sanity.The elf felt that his eyelids were getting heavier, and his body's protective mechanism clamored to make him fall into a low-grade fever and deep sleep, but before Jarod could put it into practice, a sound of heavy footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and immediately snatched him away. Not much attention left.

Because his chest was also fixed, he couldn't straighten up to look, but this didn't affect his guess from the sound of the door being pushed and the gun being loaded, that those who came in were by no means unarmed like the white coats in the room Researchers.

Sure enough, the sound of footsteps stopped by the test bench.Before Jialuode had time to tilt his head, he felt light on his body, and the metal ring that fixed him had retracted again.At the same time, before he could stand up and react to this, several black muzzles were already aimed at him from all directions, and the leading man in black roughly reached out to pull him off the experimental table, Regardless of whether the other party was strong or not, he handcuffed him with a 'click', put a gun on the back of the elf's head, and signaled him to follow him obediently.

Even if he wants to do something now, he can't do anything under the potion Hydra gave him.Dragging his weak body, Jarod was staggered and shoved by heavily armed soldiers, walked through the pale corridor lit by incandescent lights, and was finally pushed into a place similar to a training ground.

"Crack-"

The sound of the iron bars being locked echoed throughout the space.Feeling like a prey in a cage, Jarod narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at another iron door in front of him, standing where he was, and did not act rashly.

He didn't know what Hydra was doing, and he didn't know what they wanted him to do.But not long after, the familiar darkness in the air was accompanied by a tooth-piercing 'creak' sound, and the iron door opposite slowly opened, and the elf quickly gave an unfriendly answer.

From behind the open iron bars, a wet claw that smelled like nutrient solution came in.

Garrod involuntarily widened his eyes.

It was almost the same monster that the elf had seen before at S.H.I.E.L.D.Mutated through Garrod's blood, its speed and agility are much different from ordinary mutant half-orcs.At this time, it seemed that it had just been awakened from the nutrition cabin. Its pure black eyes looked around in the room full of living creatures, and quickly locked on the elf in front of it.The limbs, which were too slender compared to the orcs, kept shaking, like a predator ready to go, eager to show its fangs at the only prey.

"Hydra doesn't need useless stuff."

The man in black who brought the elf in so coldly pronounced the sentence, turned on the data recorder, and threw a blunted tactical knife into it: "Let's go, there can only be one survivor between you and it."

"..."

Glancing at him, his expression was as cold as ice.Garald slowly picked up the tactical knife on the ground, and a burst of anger suddenly surged in his heart.

It was an annoyance from being trampled upon.

He had confronted him as early as in SHIELD, and he was very aware of the ability of this mutated half-orc, but his current state was surprisingly poor, and the injury on his shoulder hadn't even healed.When the two meet, what will happen, Garald thinks it is very clear.

Outside the iron fence, the soldiers escorting him raised their guns, as if making a silent threat.Jialuode frowned tightly, and the annoyance in his heart became even worse, and his gaze changed when he looked at the monster in front of him.

Only one can survive between me and it?

There was a trace of coldness in his eyes.The elf's figure flickered, and he jumped directly from the spot, stepping on the iron railing beside him, leaped high, turned over lightly in mid-air, and then landed firmly on the shoulder of the orc.

The reaction was also extremely fast and he swung his claws, trying to catch the elf, but Jarod was faster than it.His hands plunged down violently, grabbing the only jaw that wasn't covered by scales, and as soon as he exerted force, he broke the half-orc's neck like that!

Everyone in the room froze for a moment.

When the body crashed to the ground, it also jumped down, but staggered because of dizziness the moment it landed.Garald held on to the iron railing to stabilize his body, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, but his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Who told you that this kind of thing can be compared with me?"

He swung the tactical knife in his hand vigorously, and before anyone could react, the dull blade had easily pierced the leader's shoulder.

The screams were mixed with the sound of guns being loaded all around, one after another, but Mr. Elf no longer had the strength to distinguish.He just took a step away from the half-orc corpse on the ground in disgust, and before he could make any other provocative actions, he was hit by an anesthetic needle shot from behind.

In the familiar sting, he fell into the familiar darkness again.