[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

Unlike the well-designed balcony that can see the entire night view of New York and bathe in the river of light even if the lights are not turned on, the rooftop of the Avengers Building, which is designed as a lifting platform, is obviously too high.

Even the brilliance of the city that never sleeps can't illuminate even a square meter here, but it makes the darkness here even thicker.

In order to ensure a good view, there is nothing on the roof, not even guardrails.In the dark night when no one is flying to perform missions or return to the building, only the light of the signal lights flickers on and off on the rooftop.The strong wind raged and scraped every inch of the roof without any hindrance. The high height, the cold floor, the dead silence of no one, and the sound of the hunting wind made people stiff and shivering.

No one likes to come here unless necessary.

But tonight, a little fire suddenly ignited in the dark sky.

Grant Bartook turned his back to the strong wind, shielded it with his hands, and lit the cigarette he was biting.

The faint firelight reflected in his deep and dark eyes, and a small spot of light lit up.

He took a deep breath, then buried himself in the cloud of smoke, and with his other hand in his pocket opened the jammer.

Edwin's monitoring screen fluctuated inconspicuously for a moment. It seemed that the voltage was unstable, and it returned to normal in the next second.

And Tony Stark, who was sitting in the laboratory, looked at the very normal and natural surveillance screen and took a sip of coffee.

——He has just fully upgraded Edwin's security system and self-inspection system.

"Sir," Mr. Steward reported: "It is confirmed that abnormal interference has been detected."

"Edwin," Tony Stark said, "eliminate interference and hack Grant's communication channel. Be careful, do it in a hidden spot."

Holding the burning cigarette between his hands, Grant Bartuk switched on the communicator.

"This is GB02, and the password is GBIFLTH."

"Correct password, HailHydra."

Grant Batuk paused, and the sudden oath opened up those bad memories of the past.His eyes flickered, but when he remembered another way of interpreting this sentence, he couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.

"HailHydra." His voice rose unobtrusively, then fell quickly.

"GB02 requests to contact Madam."

"Got it, please wait a moment..." The communicator paused and said, "Madam agrees to your request."

The line was changed, and the connection was directly connected to the largest office of a base deep underground.

"Long time no see, my dear little soldier."

A woman's voice sounded, with a lingering and lazy ending.

"What did you bring me this time?"

The smoke was still burning.

The powerful nicotine allowed Grant Batuk to maintain a certain level of calmness and sobriety.His face was blurred in the smoke, and it was impossible to see the expression of the handsome agent at this time.He made up his mind, and just about to speak——

But on the communicator side.

"how?"

The hoarse female voice raised slightly, as if she had noticed that the kitten and puppy at home were trying to climb into the cardboard box.It wasn't a big deal, so she was very tolerant and didn't scold, and even scratched the chin of the kitten and puppy with her fingers with great interest, teasing the little guy to lick her fingers.

"What funny thing happened to make you talk to me, Grant?"

But Grant Bartook knew that that finger had poison under its nails.

The low temperature of the strong wind on the roof froze his limbs, but this temperature perfectly rationalized some abnormal vibrations in his voice.The handsome agent was extraordinarily clear-headed, thinking quickly in the dark.

But on the communicator side.

"You smoke, Grant? You obviously don't."

Grant Bartook almost stubbed out his cigarette with a shake of his hand.

But he held back, put the cigarette in his mouth, and took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the nicotine and tar melt his shriveled, cold lungs.

But on the communicator side.

"You're freezing on the roof of the Avengers Tower? Don't tell me you forgot what I taught you how to evade detection so easily. Oh Grant... my sweet Grant... ..it's just a few days..."

The woman sighed sadly, with sincere loneliness and sadness.

"You will learn to play these low-level tricks with me."

Grant Batuk held his breath, desperately trying to control his eyes that wanted to turn left and right to see if there was surveillance.

But on the communicator side.

"Let me guess... Is my little Grant trying to ask me, is there a surveillance system in your neighborhood?"

She seemed to be standing right in front of him, squinting slightly at him with those green eyes.

"You can't find it. I will never put some crap on you. Those things are completely insulting to our relationship. Because I know your every thought and even unconscious thought better than you know yourself ——Your breathing, your voice, your silence, your heartbeat are my surveillance.”

The cigarette was almost gone.

"let go."

the woman said.

Grant Batuk obeyed subconsciously, and the cigarette butt that almost burned his finger was blown away by the wind, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Good boy."

The woman laughed lowly.

A hoarse and mature voice wrapped around Grant Bartuk's neck. Each strand of her dark green hair was a snake with venomous fangs. Her poisonous fingers brushed against his ears, and she wore lipstick mixed with neurotoxins. His lips moved close to his eyes, opening and closing gently.

"Now, tell me."

The poison surrounded Grant Bartook, impenetrably.Blind his eyes with poison, hoarse his voice with poison, deaf his ears with poison, break his nerves with poison, and poison his will.

"What are you hiding from me?"

Grant Bartook had nowhere to go.

"I...I don't want to..."

He muttered helplessly.

The female voice in the communicator sighed, once again gently persuading, and spat out the hissing snake letter.

"Remember what your password means, Grant? I set it for you myself?"

That string of codes, GBIFLTH, was an abbreviation of a sentence, a sentence that she personally penetrated into Grant Bartook's bone marrow with hands and feet, words and whips, gentle whispers and angry roars.

The man in a trance was ordered to speak——

"Guerrant Batukis forever loyal to Hydra."

Grant Bartuk is forever loyal to Hydra.

Grant Bartook bit his tongue suddenly and violently.

Resolutely, unwillingly, viciously, until the smell of blood spread and filled the entire nasal cavity, and the pain awakened his almost destroyed self.

"I don't want to work with the Celephas people anymore."

He straightened his spine, lowered his shoulders, straightened his neck, and held his head high.

"Ma'am, Celepis is not a good partner for cooperation. What they are planning is far from what Hydra can afford. They use the entire mobile satellite launch platform as an altar for them to summon the gods, and put everyone on board All as sacrifices—including Hydra...including me."

There was a faint "squeak" sound from the communicator.

It was the woman who sank lazily in the chair and sat up straight.

"say clearly."

"The baron was blinded by his own selfishness, and fundamentally found the wrong partner. Celephas doesn't care about money, power, or human beings at all. Their purpose is to make them who don't know where they come from The gods are in this world, leading them to leave the present world, to explore the truth, and to gain eternity. For this reason, they don’t mind destroying anyone, and even use their own bodies as nourishment to cultivate weapons—this is a group of lunatics, far beyond our control A worthy object."

"Did they do something to you?"

"Not only that—the so-called bioelectrical disturbance device they provided Hydra with the ability to expel dangerous bioelectricity, whether it is useful or not depends entirely on their ideas."

Gone are the deliberate tenderness and the careless slack.

"Are you trying to imply to me that Celephis dares to deceive Hydra and play Hydra as a fool?"

The murderous aura in the voice of the woman on the other side of the connector pierced out like a cold and sharp ice knife.

"Only I escaped, ma'am."

Grant Bartook said only one word.

"Chuck is dead?"

"died."

"......very good."

The voice in the communicator paused.

"Very well, Grant. If that's your petty little rebellion, you've achieved your goal. Applaud yourself for making me angry."

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Lie, you idiot."

The woman said: "You're happy, you think you've rebelled against me, you're smug about your low-level rebellion - Grant, don't think I can't find out, you hate Hydra, you must be in the death of my beloved subordinate Added strength, didn't it?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Listen to your tone...you must be content to get rid of me at last, don't you? You've been resenting me for letting you kill Duke, haven't you? You think I've been controlling you, Don't you? But, I tell you, poor little Grant."

The woman hissed.

"Except for Hydra, there is no place that dares to take you as a monster - just stay there peacefully and wait for my order."

Contact has been disconnected.

Grant Batuk put away the communicator and looked down at the busy traffic under his feet.

He just knew...

He knew it.

She cares more about the power of gold in her hand than some bug that can't stand under her high heels.

The agent took a deep breath, and the cold air scrambled across the trachea, making him shiver, but he continued to inhale tenaciously, until his eyes were full of stars, his lungs expanded to the extreme, and his diaphragm was about to be torn, and then he tried his best. Squeeze your lungs and spit out the cold air without leaving a trace.

She was almost there.

She almost broke him.

It's a pity that Mrs. Hydra, who is considered exhaustive, doesn't know yet...Hydra actually has another meaning.

Grant Bartuk raised his face exhaustedly, and let out a breath of white breath slowly.

"--what."

He opened his eyes slightly.

"I saw the stars."

The author says:

I can see the star, finally.

Grant Bartuk character BGM - "FixYou", Coldplay.