[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

The artillery fire ceased.

But the smoke did not dissipate.

The troops belonging to Lady Hydra retreated in an orderly and rapid manner, as silent and fast as when they came, and disappeared at the end of the street in all directions in the blink of an eye.The woman with dark green hair stood where she was and didn't move immediately.

"Ma'am—it's time to go!"

the adjutant shouted.

"......never mind."

In just a short time, the anger dissipated from Mrs. Hydra without a trace.The smile returned to her face, the woman turned and left, talking to herself like a taunt.

"Zemo that stupid thing wants to take all the credit... It depends on whether he has a stomach this big to digest."

She stepped onto the helicopter, squinted her eyes as she took one last look at the ruins where the smoke billowed and couldn't dissipate.

"Looking forward to seeing that idiot being thrown into the mud by you and unable to get up... baby."

Several helicopters took off one after another.In the strong airflow set off by the propeller, the smoke, dust and sand particles are blown away.Under the hurricane, the covered streets are gradually revealed, and the sunlight struggles to squeeze through the thick smoke, but is completely isolated by smooth objects.

The white reflection flickered in the air, like a transparent and clean single-sided glass hidden in the thick smoke.

"......Stopped?"

Grant Bartuk's voice seemed indistinct through a thick barrier.

"What happened? Are they gone - Hydra?"

"They retreated."

There was a rumbling sound, like thunder rolling past the ears against the scalp.

"Let's not talk about this..."

Steve Rogers looked up worriedly in the darkness.

"How are you? Are you hurt?"

The object shining with white light moved and slowly slid.

The air flow dissipates the lingering smoke and dust, revealing a clearer texture.

—It’s scales.

Pure black smooth scales, shining in the sun with a beautiful and healthy color.

"No, don't worry."

The scale-covered body slowly slid and contracted, and the darkness that shrouded Grant Bartuk and Steve Rogers receded.The huge body was illuminated by the sun, casting eight dark shadows.

It's Hydra.

When the densely packed missiles fell in the air, she immediately released part of the genetic locks, and gently covered the fragile flesh and blood body with the mimic body that carried the void body, and then looked at the impact of the missiles after they hit the ground. With the high heat wave, he opened his mouth.

——Swallow all those terrible flames and shocks into your mouth.

Lady Hydra's order was transmitted to the nearest military strike system through the Skynet system. Missiles roared one after another and fell from the sky to the empty and uninhabited streets. The flat road was smashed into countless deep pits. The sharp debris that rushed up exploded in all directions, smashing the bright and clean storefronts and lush green plants into pieces, turning the prosperity into ruins in an instant.

And Hydera was entangled in the collapse, not dodging or evading, using her body and tail to form the most indestructible barrier, absorbing all the shocks that flocked to her, not letting even a trace of hot air blow to the human beings she carefully protected body.

The heat wave distorted the air, and the flames that hadn't been absorbed in the future escaped from Hydera's mouth, and then were swallowed into the huge body again, disappearing without a trace.

Several pairs of pitch-black eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

...she hasn't taken in so much energy at once in a long time.

As a dark matter creature, Hydera cannot be observed or captured.The doctor took great pains to allow her to exist normally in the physical world, and finally made two mimic devices.These two pairs of mimic shells—whether it is the mimic Hydra shell that carries her body and completely reflects her real appearance, or the anthropomorphic shell that blocks her genes and simulates her as a human being—both have extremely high Bionic degree: able to breathe, eat, blink, sweat, make small changes with changes in the external environment, and even simulate heartbeat and pulse, as if it is a real life, with normal metabolism and other life reaction.

— but only a simulation.

There are no organs in each pair of shells.

What exists is a reactor core that works non-stop.

In order to be able to support Hydera's simulated existence form, she must constantly obtain energy that can support the operation of the mimic body, which is captured, transformed, and provided by the reactor core in the shell.The reaction furnace core with the ability to identify and capture energy is constantly absorbing substances close to Hydera: sunlight, air, moisture, heat, and even dust and bacteria.Put all the seemingly difficult-to-use substances into the furnace core, burn and transform them, providing endless energy for the operation of the mimic body.

All reactions are just virtual: breathing and eating are just two ways to directly send substances into the reactor core, and the things that enter Hydera's body will be burned into the purest energy in an instant; the simulated heartbeat, pulse, muscle contraction and other basic The reaction can be seen and touched, but it cannot be measured by precision instruments, just like virtual reality or 3D, no matter how precise and real the imaging is, it is always false.

Objects in any form of existence are food for Hydera, which has a reactor core inside its body.

As for the weapons containing extremely high energy, the more lethal, the better the energy supply.

"It tastes good, chewing a bit like cotton candy."

When there is no more energy to absorb around, the muscles that have been opening their mouths to hum and hum, and are busy capturing energy, smacked their lips unsatisfactorily, and commented.

"Mango flavor, a bit numb."

"It's not mango, it's yellow peach."

Silly vomited the snake letter, licked his mouth around, and simply refuted it with a face full of words.

"You feel a little numb because you just licked Steve's shield while everyone was not paying attention...Why are you staring at me, I'm sure I'm not mistaken, that size and thickness must be you She licked it before, and said it felt like a peach-flavored popping candy, which was very irritating in her mouth, and she also said that she would try it again some other day—oh why did you bite me! "

Shabai swayed from side to side, struggling to avoid the sudden attack on her muscles and big mouth, and other snake heads also dodged one after another, fearing that they would suffer.

The muscles turned into anger bit Silly and growled: "What are you talking about?! I'm definitely not the fattest!"

Caught off guard, the ex-prisoner whose crime was exposed said loudly: "...I share a little secret with you, and you broadcast the whole world on my loudspeaker?!"

Shabai wronged and explained that she didn't mean to say that the muscles are fat, but the muscles are indeed the strongest, and I don't know that Big Mouth is actually sharing a little secret, although she has told everyone around her what she told her before, But she will definitely not say it next time—Green Tea sighed, cleared her throat, squeezed her throat and lamented with emotion:

"You bite left and right, licking the shield thin, isn't this going to hurt Steve!"

Then Green Tea turned her head, and arched the blond soldier with the most coquettish gesture.

Steve Rogers didn't take into account the fight between the snakeheads.He was concentrating on examining the body of the giant beast bathed in sunlight.His eyes wandered around, carefully, inch by inch, as long as it was exposed to the range of the missile, he would not let it go.

"If you're not hurt—"

After not finding any new scars on the beautiful and healthy scales, he just breathed a sigh of relief when he was staggered by the force of the green tea.

"Don't stare at people like this, you will be shy."

The shy green tea said softly.

"...Okay, okay, don't watch it."

The blond soldier who almost fell to the ground stood firm, laughed dumbfounded when he heard this, and reached out helplessly to rub the huge snake head in front of him.

"It doesn't matter if you lick it if it's delicious, but don't eat it all. After all, this shield is very expensive, and it's not my private property. If it's not damaged in battle, I'll have to bear sky-high debts."

"Just a few licks, I'll be very restrained, and I'm sure they won't detect it."

The huge body dissipated, and the golden-haired girl gathered into a shape, and she leaned against the dry palm of the blonde soldier's hand, raised her face, and smiled until her eyes narrowed into two crescents.

The vision of Grant Bartuk, who was covered and protected by Hydra on the other side, just lit up when two extremely dazzling golden heads crashed into his eyes.

"..."

Mr. Agent rolled his big eyes.

"ForGod'ssake! Can anyone tell me what happened just now?"

"That woman, I heard that she connected to the Skynet project."

Hydera, who had had enough trouble, straightened up and said.

"They seem to have completely mastered the Skynet system. In her hands, Skynet is like a fully controlled weapon, executing every instruction she gives."

"...so this is what they did to the Skynet system." Steve Rogers' voice was a little icy, "to turn Skynet into a gun that they pointed at. And this gun , now pointing at everyone."

"In addition, it was not her will to retreat." Hydera continued, "Before the retreat, she answered a phone call. The content was very strong and even ordered, instructing her to retreat. I heard that she was very angry about it."

The blond soldier narrowed his eyes keenly when he heard this.

"...isn't the interior of Hydra monolithic?"

"Not really."

Grant Bartuk nodded, "Since the death of the Red Skull, Hydra has not been strongly and effectively integrated. The descendants of the Hydra veterans dominate, and the recruits from the outside have their own ideas. They were recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D. Hydra's German scientists and their children are in a class of their own, and the agents trained by Hydra are scattered among different forces. In New York alone, there are three Hydra forces secretly competing."

"The rats living in the gutter are still fighting happily inside."

The blond soldier who walked out of the artillery fire and gunpowder smoke sneered, and he was extremely rude to his biggest enemy.

Grant Bartuk shrugged, had no objection at all, and asked when he remembered something.

"How about Agent Carter?"

"She's in a safe place."

Steve Rogers sends the aging Iron Rose to her first emergency contact, her niece Sharon Carter.

"team leader--"

Agent No. 13, who had concealed his identity and lived next door to him, picked up Peggy Carter, who had fallen asleep due to overwork, and hesitated to speak.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has been infiltrated, and Peggy is not safe. Please send her to a safe place that S.H.I.E.L.D. does not know about as soon as possible, and return to S.H.I.E.L.D. immediately if possible. We need help."

Steve Rogers interrupted the other party's hesitation. After a brief explanation, he clearly saw the firmness and determination on the face of the young NO.13 agent.

"Yes, Cap!"

Sharon Carter immediately drove away Peggy Carter.From the slowly narrowing gap in the car window, Steve Rogers took a last look at Peggy Carter's weathered silver hair, closed his eyes, and walked to the battlefield in another direction with Hydera.

"Also we got some information from Peggy, now go to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Steve Rogers hunted around, found a car that had survived the explosion, retrieved a wire from the shattered shop, pried open the door, and wiped the engine.

The whole process is smooth and natural, very skilled.

Hydra:? ? ?

Grant Bartook: ? ? ?

"Quick, get in the car... why are you looking at me like that?"

As soon as the blond soldier looked up, he saw two faces with shocking expressions.

"...Captain America will also, slip the door and pick the lock?"

The shocked Grant Bartuk slowly asked the same question that troubled Hydera.

After a brief moment of doubt, Steve Rogers burst out laughing.

"When you go out on a mission, you will always encounter various emergencies...Isn't this a necessary skill? Special treatment for special situations, I will leave the contact information for claims - let's go."

The dark-haired agent and the blonde girl looked at each other.

"...I'll go to the roof to guard."

Hyde stretched his hand to stuff Grant Bartuk into the car, and jumped onto the roof of the car briskly by herself. After the car started, she hung upside down on the window again, and added a sentence.

"Also I heard a name, Zemo, Lord Zemo—"

Grant Bartook: "Damn it scares the hell out of me!"

Steve Rogers: "...Clothes! Clothes!"

The blond girl stretched out her hands to hold down the hem of the falling clothes, stuck out her tongue, and shrank back.

Steve Rogers sighed helplessly.

"...Baron Zemo?"

Hydera's blond head disappeared out of the window, and Grant Bartuk, who was startled, would calm down, remembering what the blond girl had just said, and his expression suddenly became very indescribable.He looked at Steve Rogers and reminded him with an indescribably complex tone.

"Captain, you need to be careful."

"... Zemo?"

Steve Rogers had an impression of the name.

On the surface, he is the Minister of the Security Council and the highest officer of S.H.I.E.L.D. In fact, according to the confidential information that Steve Rogers has seen before, Zemo is a Hydra hiding in S.H.I.E.L.D.

But......

"Why should I be so careful?"

The blond soldier was a little confused.

"Because he's your..."

Grant Bartook weighed his words carefully.

"...Bigfan?"

"Bigfan?"

Big fan?

Steve Rogers was baffled.

"What does it mean?"

"It means that Baron Zemo is your admirer... fanatic."

Grant Batuk paused, but added with a toothache.

"...And he's a Duwei, a black fan."

"Okay, Fan, I understand what it means...but Du Wei? A black fan?"

When encountering three unfamiliar words in a row, Steve Rogers unconsciously showed an expression of thirst for knowledge, and instinctively reached out to touch his small notepad.In the next second, he remembered what occasion it was, and twirled the hand stretched to his waist, touched the shield, and forcibly resisted the urge to write it down.

Grant Batuk, who didn't know how to explain it, just listened to the girls in Hydra complaining, holding back and holding back, and finally said dryly.

"...Anyway, as long as you remember, he is a crazy person who is very obsessed with you."

The neuropathy who is very obsessed with Captain America is now facing away from other members of the Security Council, standing in front of the window of the highest office floor of S.H.I.E.L.D. to send a message.

"Zemo!" noticed the disgruntled voice of his council member, "Say something! Why was Nick Fury attacked so close to S.H.I.E.L.D.!?"

"Say something?"

Facing the questioning, the tall man issued the last command in a leisurely manner, put the communicator into the hidden pocket of his suit, put his hands in his pockets, looked at the gunpowder smoke in the distance amidst the fierce quarrel behind him, and smacked his lips.

"Why is there an attack? This question shouldn't be asked to me, right? After all, because of all your doubts about the Skynet plan, my authority as the proposer has been temporarily frozen, isn't it?"

"This......"

The voice of questioning suddenly slowed down.

Zemo twitched the corner of his mouth, paused, and said again.

"I know what everyone is worried about. But in the short period of time when the 'Northern Lights' project was terminated and the Skynet project had not yet started, terrorists have already attacked the house. Now it is [-]th Avenue, Stark Tower S.H.I.E.L.D. - oh, how about blowing up the Pentagon next? Or the Capitol? Or the Supreme Court?"

——The volume of the debate suddenly weakened.

"I think the United Nations is also good."

Zemo tapped the explosion area on the glass, talking to himself.

"Which of these terrorists will they choose...how about we make a bet?"

— Members of the Security Council who participated via electronic imaging fell silent.

"It doesn't look like you're interested in that."

Zemo squinted his eyes against all the electronic imaging, and the corners of his mouth were raised, enjoying the silence at this moment as the outpost of victory.

"Then go straight to the third final vote—the Skynet plan, and vote on whether to formally implement it."

"..."

"Is it implemented?"

Zemo pressed on.

"... Agree."

Until a member took a deep breath and became the first to speak.

"Agree."

When the first appears, the second appears.

"Agree."

said a third Security Council member.

"Agree."

the fourth.

"If we had reached an agreement so quickly, Director Fury would not have been attacked."

The Minister of the Security Council, the highest officer of S.H.I.E.L.D., the chief cadre of Hydra's current New York district, Baron Zemo turned his back to all video participants, smiled, sighed in a heavy voice, and completed the last vote.

"Agree."

Passed unanimously.

Security protocol lifted.

The Skynet project was officially launched.

"You have got your wish, Minister Zemo." A member of the Security Council said: "I hope that the Skynet project will bring about the good results you said."

"of course."

Baron Zemo nodded, "The Skynet project is for homeland security. I will fulfill my promise..."

With a subtle smile, he said every word.

"Keep S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Pentagon . . . of any use anymore."

"It's not too late," urged another Security Council member. "Let Skynet play its part."

The smile on Zemo's face deepened.

He picked up the glasses on the table and pressed the activation button on the side.

——The biometric verification is turned on, the identity is confirmed, and the positioning system is launched.

The security protocol was completely lifted, and a data kingdom that was more free than the restricted system used by Lady Hydra unfolded before Zemo's eyes.The blue-gray one-way lenses concealed the flowing golden data, and also concealed the cold metallic luster in his light gray pupils.

"Then now—"

He looked at the target displayed on the glasses and just opened his mouth.

"Good morning, I'm Grant Bartook."

SHIELD's internal broadcast suddenly rang.

"Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D., next I want to say something very important. Please find the weapon and the nearby bunker immediately, and stay vigilant."

Members of the Security Council who had not closed their connections noticed the broadcast.Zemo frowned and wanted to switch to the emergency paging line, but he still couldn't get a response from the special agent team.

"—the minister's contact?"

In the internal contact center of S.H.I.E.L.D., Charles Lester sat among the sprawling agents lying on the ground, looked at the communication communication that lit up on the screen, and raised his eyebrows.

"It's better to be quiet at this time...Mr. Hydra Minister."

He reached out and tapped quickly on the console, blocking other lines that became active one after another, leaving only one line, which glowed slightly on the screen.

"after all......"

The young agent leaned back in his chair, green eyes reflecting the twinkle from the only active line.

"Next is the hero shot."

Holding the gun, he whispered.

The only active line at this time, the user—

—Grant Bartook.

"I hope everyone has hidden it."

Steve Rogers was driving the car on the dilapidated streets, Hydera maintained the [-]% gene lock liberation mode and stood on the roof of the car with an unobstructed view, golden light flashed in his eyes, and he was vigilant in all directions in the strong wind. Attacks will come.

And Grant Bartuk was sitting in the car, holding the communicator tightly in his hand.

"SHIELD has been infiltrated."

He said.

The author says:

Long time no see, everyone misses you so much! ! ! 【The head of the snake flicks wildly】