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When the iron door of the dungeon was opened, Jarod slowly opened his eyes.

The drops of water dripping from the connection of the pipes hit the ground, and the echo of the heel knocking was infinitely magnified by this completely enclosed space.A group of heavily armed Hydra soldiers stopped outside the iron gate and raised their guns at him.At the same time, the two people at the front walked into the dark and narrow dungeon, lifted him roughly from the ground, and pushed him out of the door.

Another day of torment begins.

However, that's all there is to it.

When no one was paying attention, he hid the gleaming metal in his sleeves, Jarod thought.

Seeing an old man whom we had only met once, but also became a fallen person, this really gave Mr. Elf a big impact.But the Hydra experiment did not give him any respite because of this. On the contrary, it intensified and forced Garrod to come up with a way out of the predicament as soon as possible—otherwise, let alone whether he would really suffer because of this. The endless torment and depravity, even those mutated half-orcs who are becoming more and more difficult to deal with, also prevented him from giving Hydra more opportunities to use himself for research.

Hydra guarded Jarod very closely.Probably because he has realized from the previous confrontations what kind of abilities the elves have. They usually come to escort him with a whole armed team, wearing handcuffs. He was not tied to the experimental table in Jarod. Or the training field will not be removed.And after a battle is over, with the first lesson learned, they will often put the elf down with an anesthetic needle, and then open the gate of the iron bars, and send him back to the dungeon that the Hulk can't break through, trying to Don't let him have any possibility of resistance.

However, no matter how tight the guard is, there will always be times when it will be weak.

Under the threat of gunshots following around him, he walked into the door of the laboratory, and Jarod narrowed his eyes slightly.

Generally speaking, before sending Garrod to the training ground as a sharpening stone for cultivating those mutated monsters, Hydra's researchers would first conduct a comprehensive inspection on him in the laboratory.And draw part of his blood to observe the latest changes of the drug in his body, so as to find a more effective way to transform the half-orc, and this time is obviously no exception.Seeing the researcher approaching with a syringe and sedative, while the soldiers escorting him in had already pressed his shoulders, Jarod sat down obediently, lowered his eyes quietly, as if he was not aware of what was about to happen. There is no resistance to things in themselves.

The feeling of the needle piercing the skin came from the forearm, and then the cold liquid was injected into the body.The Hydra researcher took a step back, lifting his chin, examining the bruise on his neck where the black cloak had pinched it.At the same time, there was the crisp sound of keys shaking from his side, apparently the guards were untying his hands and preparing to fix him on the experimental platform.

He had only a few seconds before the sedative took full effect.

Garrod took a deep breath.

The moment the heavy metal left his wrist, the elf finally moved.

The blade of the tactical knife that he had hidden in his sleeve in advance and quietly snapped off on the training ground slid down to his fingertips, making a cold arc in the air.Directly cutting the throat of the soldier closest to him, Jarod jumped up from the experimental platform almost at the same time, quickly stretched out his hand, and pulled the researcher who hadn't reacted to him, just in time to block all the shots coming towards him. bullet.

Everything that followed happened in a flash.

Although they are agents carefully selected by Hydra, to Garrod, as long as he has enough range of movement and freedom, they are as harmless as furry animals.Kicking out the unlucky ghost who was being treated as a shield in his hand, Mr. Elf turned over, grabbed the scalpel on the experimental table next to him, and came to the rest of the guards in a flash, as if from hell. Grim Reaper crawled out.Almost in the blink of an eye, they fell heavily to the ground, and there was no more sound.

"Peng—"

Throwing out the knife, he nailed the blade together with the palm of the last person to the wall, only a few centimeters away from the siren.Garrod approached amidst the screams that resounded throughout the room, stepped on his chest, lowered his head, and shrugged slightly: "Does it hurt?"

of course.

The wailing of broken ribs could almost be heard, and the man frowned in pain, unable to make any sound.

And Garrod only accepted him as acquiescing.

"It's right if it hurts." Shaking the dense needle holes on his arm, which were bruised and purple due to countless blood draws, Mr. Elf curled his mouth and showed a gentle smile: "When you use knives on me , I'm in pain too."

Go to hell and repent.

"Crack."

The feet are so hard.Accompanied by the crisp sound of broken bones, the wailing stopped abruptly at the highest point of pain, and finally only his own breathing was left in the whole laboratory.

All sounds are silent.

Standing quietly among the scattered corpses, Jarod shook his head and walked towards the medicine rack next to the laboratory table.And the moment he took the first step, the sedative in the blood, which was suppressed by adrenaline, finally started to take effect. He only felt a sense of dizziness overwhelming, his vision was blurred, and his limbs became weak. It could barely support the weight of his body.

He staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground.Garald held onto the edge of the laboratory table, stretched out his hand to grasp the nutritional supplements on the medicine shelf in his palm, and accidentally swept off a large piece of medicine bottle with a 'crash' and smashed it to the ground, causing a deafening echo in the silent room.

...damn Hydra.

After injecting nutrients into the body, and getting entangled with the messy drugs left in the blood, Jarod cursed secretly, so annoyed that he almost wanted to burn the entire base to the ground.Even in the countless wars that swept across Middle-earth, he had never been so weak, and no one dared to treat him as an experimental subject, as a stepping stone to cultivate his old enemy, and trample him mercilessly like this dignity.

And he had to escape today.

No matter who is standing in front of him, even if he dies together, he will not let others slaughter him like this again.

Quietly waiting for the nutritional supplements to take effect and re-support the almost broken body.Jarod leaned over the guards, picked up a few tactical knives and held them in his palms, and then glanced at the ventilation holes hidden in the corners of the ceiling.

He had five minutes before the rest of the base realized something was wrong.

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"right here."

The Quinjet stopped silently in a hidden space. Steve stepped out of the cabin and looked around cautiously.Not far away, Iron Man stepped on the gorgeous flame tail and landed on the ground, turned on the infrared thermal imaging to scan the surrounding woods; Falcon put on his flight suit, and finally checked the ammunition he was carrying; Hawkeye looked serious. After adjusting the bowstring, he turned his head and met the Black Widow who was coming out of the cab. Together with Dr. Banner, who smiled gently, he stood behind Captain America.

"How is it going, Natasha?"

Putting on the headset, Steve ran towards the Hydra base on the cliff under the cover of the jungle.The red, blue and white star shield flashed between the trees, and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye. The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch his figure.

"They've already arrived."

Outflanking from one side with Hawkeye, the widow pressed the transmitter in her hand, without raising her head, but precisely avoided several big trees in front of her: "No. 16 Tactical Channel, that kid Lynn is online."

"receive."

The communication was tuned to the correct channel in no time.Steve pressed the headset, and after a short wait, a young and energetic voice appeared on the radio.

"Long time no see, Captain."

After a simple greeting, the man didn't talk too much nonsense, and quickly went straight to the topic: "I'm determining his location, can you attract the firepower of Hydra from the front, and buy us some time."

"of course."

After answering that, Steve gestured behind him.And Falcon, who had been advancing with him, nodded knowingly, spread the wings behind him instantly, and together with Iron Man, appeared within Hydra's alert range.

The ear-piercing siren was sounded instantly.

Not hiding anymore, Steve, Natasha and Clint rushed out of the woods together, facing the guards who surrounded them from all directions.

On the other side, Hulk's angry roar came from afar.

"All attention."

The small missiles blasted the enemies on the fortress together with the fortifications into the sky. Tony Stark glanced at the base of the Hydra hidden in the mountain not far away, and the dark shadows that were coming towards this side. The channel said: "Their reinforcements are here."

"So fast? Orcs again?"

Accurately sending the arrows into the vitals of every agent around, Clint squatted on the tree branch, rolled his eyes listlessly: "Can they have something new?"

"You want something 'new'? A bunch of elves?"

After saying a word to him, he was amused by his own thoughts.But before he could curl the corners of his mouth, Jarvis sent him a warning, freezing his smile on his face.

"Sir, the scan results of those orcs are different from before."

A metallic voice came from the battle armor, and the AI ​​unfolded the image in front of the CEO's father: "Their life functions seem to have increased."

Glancing at the data evaluated by Jarvis, Tony couldn't help clenching his molars.

"Barton, the new gadget you want is here."

"what?!"

Unexpectedly, what he said casually was a mouthful of poisonous milk, and Hawkeye almost fell from the tree.And soon, those mutated half-orcs were also driven into the sight of other Avengers, roaring, baring their claws and fangs at their opponents.

And the moment they saw them clearly, Steve and Clint frowned at the same time.

"Isn't this something that S.H.I.E.L.D. created last time?!"

Can't help but grow his mouth.Looking at this group of mutated orcs, almost looking at his own shadow, Clint clenched the bow in shock.

But soon, he remembered another terrible thing.

"I remember, the half-orc needs the old man's blood to mutate like this, right?"

The eyebrows were almost twisted into a tight knot, and Clint gasped: "And now there are so many, isn't Garrod..."

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence.

Because he saw Steve's expression.

Like an irritated lion, both painful and angry, even the blue eyes that are tolerant in both directions are stained with haze.

He scowled.

Then, he hurled the shield at the nearest Orc.