[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

When there were only 50 minutes and 1 seconds before the explosion, Hydera took Grant Batuk across [-] kilometers in [-] minute.

Use a propeller thicker than a bartuk finger.

"Huh? Did you say this?"

Hydera shook the dismantled bamboo dragonfly, "This is a bamboo dragonfly, didn't you play with it when you were young?"

"I've played." Grant Bartuk calmly straightened his hair that was messed up by the wind.

"But the bamboo dragonfly I played with when I was a child can't fly with two adults, and the speed definitely can't reach Mach [-]."

"Oh then you see it now."

Hydera casually threw the bamboo dragonfly into the air, just like when it was taken out of thin air, the bamboo dragonfly disappeared in a burst of twisting like air under high heat.

"There is one minute and 40 seconds left." Arnold reminded.

"——So what are we going to do now?" Grant Bartuk frowned, looked at the resplendent Marquis Theater in front of him, and asked with some uncertainty: "Break in directly and shout that there are bombers?"

"Then being dragged out as a terrorist? Use your brain, Mr. Seventh-level Agent." Hydera cast a contemptuous look, showing very obvious doubts and even distrust of Mr. Agent's professionalism.

Grant Bartook choked.

It's not that he wants to do this, he infers it according to Hydera's thinking mode!

"Arnold, have you locked the location of the bomb?"

Hydera asked.

"Undoubtedly, Boss." Arnold stood in the torrent of data, squinting at the man in the middle of the Orchestra area of ​​the theater.

"Row K, Block 110, Orchestra area; Row C, Block 109, Mezzanine area; Row D, Block 104, Balcony area. There were three attackers. The bomb belonged to a civilian IED, and the explosion affected the entire theater."

"Serial explosions?"

Grant Bartook was finding it increasingly difficult to handle.

The three people were on the third floor of the theater, and their positions were obviously carefully calculated to trigger a series of explosions, increase the power of the explosion, and blow up the entire theater.

The attackers' goals were clear—they didn't want a single survivor.

The smile on Hydera's face disappeared, and turned into a coldness that made Grant Bartuk wary.

"There is no need to disturb the common people, let alone art."

Hydera stepped into the theater, stood on the steps, stared at the sculpture of the goddess of beauty in the middle, and said slowly.

"Art should not be associated with violence. When you see Broadway, you think of terrorists. When you see Shakespeare, you think of bombs. Let all the truth, goodness and beauty in the world be covered with fear and ignorance-this is what the violent want. Let violence Let it dissolve under the feet of art, I want it to be like a mite exposed to the sun every time it encounters art in the future.”

"Uh, no offense intended, but is there a source for this passage?"

For Grant Batuk's question, Hydera snapped his fingers.

"Arnold, emergency situation, civilians are attacked, confirm the authority, confirm the time anchor."

"Confirmation of the situation, confirmation of ordinary police authority, non-time anchor, will not produce space-time ripples. Based on the individual judgment of Hydera patrol officers as the criterion of action, there are 50 seconds before the explosion, please act as soon as possible."

"Very good. The gene lock is released to [-]%, and the mimicry is confirmed."

"and many more--"

Grant Bartook's eyes widened.

One percent of the liberation will release the huge head of Hydra, what about ten percent——

"Do you want to destroy the Marquis Theater?!"

"Please confirm that the gene lock is released to [-]%, and the mimicry is released."

"Number Hydra002, confirm."

The moment the voice fell, Hydera disappeared.

Gone were the sweet girls with blond hair and the gigantic, terrifying monsters.

However, the lights also disappeared.

It is not quite accurate to say that it disappears. It is better to say that the closer to the place where Hydera is standing, the brighter the daylight is getting darker and darker, as if being swallowed, absorbed, constantly collapsing, diluting, twisting, and getting lost...

How can I describe this scene that I can't even imagine in my dreams?

Your vision trembles, blurred, flattened, stripped of color, blinded by light.A piece of pure nothingness appears in your eyes.

Where Hydra stood, disappeared from the senses.Being deprived of senses and cognition in the waking state is so horrific that Grant Bartook takes a gaffe and takes a step backwards.

He suddenly remembered the basic structure of Hydera.

It cannot be perceived, it cannot be observed, it cannot be captured, it cannot be isolated.

The dark matter life that is not in any place, but exists in any place.

He felt that in his report to S.H.I.E.L.D., he should mark Hydera as a very dangerous alien species that can be controlled but his emotions are uncontrollable; then he wrote in the report to Hydra:

Get away from her, avoid her.

Keep away from her, lose all pride in her, and have no delusions of anything but respect and fear.

This is the most instinctive fear of human beings towards darkness and gods that can only be experienced by seeing it with their own eyes.

"It can't be destroyed, she will only expose the clothes to the sun and let the mites escape, instead of seeing the end of destruction - Boss asked me to relay it to you, Mr. Bartuk."

The voices of artificial intelligence poured into Grant Bartook's ears from all directions.

"......what?"

Batuk was stunned, but hadn't reacted yet.

"It's about whether the theater will be destroyed, Mr. Batuk." Arnold said politely: "In addition, she asked me to tell you that the passage just now comes from the "Hydra Biography-Dedication to Peace" written by herself. ", if you want to quote, please indicate the source. Allow me to remind, Boss, there are still 25 seconds before the explosion."

That piece of nothingness shook for a moment, like a cloud, like water vapor, seeping into the walls of the theater, passing through the reinforced concrete, passing through the cool air-conditioning wind, passing through the sky above the theater where the high-pitched singing voice resounded, hovering, waiting.

"Save the country from the fire--

"Preaching anti-slavery ideas—

"Working for hundreds of children—

"Who will stay, who will die, who will tell your story?"

The voice of the female singer is mellow, narrating love and ideals, and narrating the forgotten history of human beings' struggle for equality and freedom.

"Distance blast, five, four, three, two, one—"

The curtains were lowered and the theater was plunged into momentary darkness.

The void descended, enveloping the three who stood up with the crowd.

Together they wrap terror and ignorance, violence and barbarism.

The curtain was raised again, the lights gradually turned on, and all the actors appeared one by one and bowed.The audience stood up excitedly. No one paid attention to whether the people around them were still in their positions or had rushed to the front. Everyone applauded enthusiastically for a long time.

"Encore! Encore! Encore!" the tearful audience shouted.

No one knows that the devil was once by his side.

The three fanatics, eager to cover art with blood and replace laughter with cries, disappeared from their seats without a sound.

"...you killed them?"

The void returned to his side, Grant Bartook asked.

"I didn't," said the humanoid monster. "I threw them at the gate of the police station. Arnold collected enough criminal records to send them to that beautiful chair."

"The next location, return to the direction of four o'clock, five kilometers away, hiding in the parade, a man in a black hat and black jacket, passing by a bar under renovation; 50 meters away from the man in the jacket, a gray sweater cardigan wearing a red long Scarf woman, viola case - 1 minute countdown."

"It's a bit rushed, I don't need bamboo dragonflies."

After the voice fell, the human shell in front of him disappeared again, and the surroundings of Grant Bartuk suddenly emptied, as if he had fallen into a void without boundaries. There was no up, no down, no light and darkness, no time and no life.

He couldn't think, and existed only in the form of "phenomena". It seemed that even his breathing and blood flow had stopped, until his eyes lit up, and the sun, breeze, air, dust, exhaust, and noise crowded in. The New York Police Department Only when the building appeared in front of his eyes did he come back to life.

"What is this..." Grant Bartuk's voice trembled, "What did you do to me?"

Arnold: "Mr. Batuk, take a deep breath. You have just gone through the process of being disassembled into atoms and then reassembled. You may experience some emergency reactions, including but not limited to nausea, headache, and hunger. Taking a deep breath and keeping calm can relieve the above symptoms. .Also, welcome back to the human world."

—He died once.

The fluttering Grant Bartuk had only one thought left.

"...I have to say that the taste of folk IED is not very good. There is too much sugar in it, which makes it easy to gain weight."

The owner of the void beside him smacked his lips and commented, leaving behind the assailant who was lying at the gate of the police station and didn't know what happened.

"The next location—"

He was dragged up again.

"The next location—"

Back to the place where there was nothing.

"The next location—"

Unable to move his eyes, he looked directly at his stopped soul.

"Boss, they found that the bomb did not explode, and decided to detonate the next bomb at the same time. The next location, Times Square Center Fountain, New York Central Station, Empire State Building... countdown for half a minute, 29, 28, 27—"

"...do you think there is nothing I can do?"

Hearing Arnold's report, Hydera sneered.

"Split up."

The taciturn snake head, which has never spoken, hissed.

"Since death has said so."

The green tea was the first to break away, turning into another mass of nothingness and blending into the air.

"I'm going to Grand Central Terminal."

Another huge head disappeared.

The head called death slowly closed its eyes, and the next second Grant Bartuk followed death to the corner of the Empire State Building.

"Next..."

Death opened his eyes and stared stunned at the bomb. Assailant.

"I declare.

"Whoever sows iniquity will reap disaster.

"Your rod of wrath will be destroyed.

"Cursed are you from this land, and you are exiles and wanderers on the earth.

"Stay away from the truth and miss eternity."

In the next second, the bomb was detonated ahead of schedule by the terrified attackers.

The mixing, friction, and shaking of substances caused tremors, and a huge force rushed out, igniting the air, turning into high-temperature flames and shock waves, biting away in all directions.

"what--!!!"

The lady passing by unintentionally heard the movement, cast a glance out of undue curiosity, and then burst into screams of panic and confusion.

And then death opened its mouth.

Inhale the flames and fluctuations into the body without a trace.

Everything returns to tranquility.After the selves who had dealt with other bombs returned one after another, Hyde stretched his hand to cover his mouth and hiccupped a little.

"belch."

Grant Bartook watched helplessly as a small mushroom cloud drifted from between her hands.

The author says:

Hydera's known information is public: the snake head "dead".

Hydera really wrote an autobiography for himself, "Hydera Biography-Devotion to Peace" Universe Amazon's popular book this month, please hurry up if you want to buy it [bullshit].

The comment area of ​​this article is really a mudslide. Other people’s articles are all about the heroine. The heroine is so cute. The heroine is awesome. I want to see her cp with whoever, so here is the article:

"May I take your time, sir? I wish I could tell you about our Father and Savior, Cthulhu—"

"Don't throw away the broken head, wrap it in egg liquid, sprinkle with bread crumbs, put it in the shield and fry it until it's fully cooked, and the eight heads next door will cry."

"I want to see Battut go crazy / Captain America throws a shield at her / She eats all the unattractive people in Hydra."

...Be nice to Snake, she's still a kid! ! ! [smile]

——Tips——

Orchestra, Mezzanine, Balcony I'm not sure how to translate... Broadway theaters mostly have a three-story structure.

Orchestra, which means the seat where the orchestra sits.The most expensive and the closest to the stage.

mezzanine, sandwich-like center sandwich.

Balcony, as the name implies, is a balcony.The farthest is also the cheapest, and the benefits can have a panoramic view.

Added some private goods, the female singer sang "Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story" in the musical "Hamilton".

Highly recommend Hamilton! Station B has a video!NetEase Cloud Music has all the songs!The song is great!

Art is forever! ! !

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