[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

The frenzied laughter of the shifted tone lingered in the bar on the inner floor of the Avengers Building, and it lasted for a long time.

"Did you see Zemo's expression at that time?"

Tony Stark clutched his aching stomach from laughing, tried to straighten his expression, straightened his back, and imitated Zemo's tone and expression, repeating sternly.

"...What the fuck?!"

After learning, there is another round——

"hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

"No, no, no."

Clinton Button swallowed the biscuit in his mouth, put down the biscuit bag in his hand, waved to Tony Stark, and said.

"What you learned is wrong, how can you be so rigid. Zemo only looked calm on the surface at the time, but he was actually shocked to the point of numbness. His tone and micro-expression completely revealed a breath of lovelessness—— —Come on, let me show you one."

Clinton Barton is worthy of being a ninth-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.He closed his eyes, mobilized all the muscles on his face, and his expression gradually began to change: at first glance, his expression was very mature and stable, but upon closer inspection, his facial muscles were twitching faintly, and his mouth was gradually pale and pursed into a line.

He was brewing up his feelings, and suddenly opened his eyes, those brown-green eyes were full of panic and fear.

Hawkeye agent opened his mouth, and said in a tone that he saw through the world and had no nostalgia for life after the collapse of the three views, and said clearly:

"...What the fuck?!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Tony Stark and Clinton Barton both slapped the table and laughed wildly.

The two men, whose combined age is almost a hundred, were out of breath from laughing, and were teetering on the edge of the sofa——

Tony Stark was the first to roll off the couch.

"boom!!!"

Caught off guard, the great inventor knocked his head on the corner of the coffee table, making a jaw-dropping sound.

"—Shit!"

The great inventor cried out.

"Hahahaha tin can! That's not right!" Clinton Barton burst into tears with laughter, "You should say 'Whatthefuck'!"

Tony Stackden, who shrunk to the ground and rubbed his head in pain, said, "Hahahahahahaha!"

The Avengers Building was suddenly filled with joyful air.

"It's almost enough. You have been talking about this sentence all night."

Natasha Romanov leaned relaxed on the sofa, with her slender legs resting on the coffee table, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, taking a sip from time to time, squinting her eyes, with a comfortable and comfortable expression.

The only fly in the ointment is that the two childish ghosts next to it are too noisy.

"Zemo has already lived in the dome. S.H.I.E.L.D. has specially prepared the highest level of treatment for him. Whether that handsome appearance can be kept for one night is a question. So for God's sake, you two will let it go This poor guy, don't pull him out to flog the corpse."

"The dome?"

Grant Bartuk, who was lying on the couch wiping his gun, turned his head when he heard this.

"One of the four prisons dedicated to S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Hydra tried to infiltrate the dome many times, but failed under the tight monitoring like an iron barrel, and even almost exposed the existence of the organization several times.

"Mansions, cubes, islands, domes."

Natasha Romanoff said.

"Hydra has infiltrated the mansion and cube, and the isolated island is not suitable for detaining Zemo. Only the dome, which is planned and supervised by Fury himself and has a fixed time for personnel screening, can be used."

The dome in Colorado's Rocky Mountains was designed to house high-tech criminals, and it was a perfect fit for Zemo.

"Is it firm?"

Grant Bartuk asked worriedly.

"Boy, are you questioning my business level?"

Tony Stark got up from the ground, leaned against the edge of the sofa, casually picked up a bottle of wine from the coffee table, and poured it with his head raised.He wiped his mouth and pounded Grant Bartook with the spout of the wine bottle.

"If even one person can get out, I, Tony Stark, the great inventor, Iron Man, will pay the full amount to S.H.I.E.L.D. and cover S.H.I.E.L.D.'s five-year expenses."

"I remembered it for Fury. Edwin, record your Sir's words and email them to me."

Natasha Romanov snapped her fingers towards the ceiling camera, and raised the corners of her lips to the great inventor who turned to look at her.

"Don't talk too much, Stark."

"Calling Stark back now?"

The great inventor hummed unhappily.

"It's about Tony, it's about Stark."

Natasha Romanoff felt a chill.

"...What nonsense are you talking about?"

And Tony Stark no longer paid attention to what she said.Instead, he patted Clinton Barton's arm and sighed.

"I really regret that I was so busy laughing at that time that I forgot to ask Edwin to record it. I can listen to that sentence for a year, and I will never get tired of it."

While talking, the great inventor became interested again, cleared his throat, and prepared his personal imitation show——

"Say it again, and I'll call the captain over."

Natasha Romanov couldn't help grinding her teeth, and viciously warned the great inventor who was so drunk that he had no image.

"If you don't want to have a good night, you can only listen to the dean's moral training boutique 1v1 lecture?"

"What the—hmmm!!!"

Clinton Button covered Tony Stark's non-stop mouth, and then under the very oppressive stare of the red-haired agent, silently made a zip gesture around his mouth.

"Uh...shall I shut up too?"

Grant Batuk looked left and right, and covered his mouth with his hands very consciously, leaving only a pair of dark brown eyes spinning like wheels.

"..."

Natasha Romanov rubbed her sore forehead, completely unwilling to stay among these older children.She simply stood up and walked towards the bar.

The woman with black ponytail sitting at the bar saw the red-haired agent approaching, paused the conversation with her brown-haired companion, and waved to the red-haired agent.

"resemble."

Natasha Romanov walked to Samun Shaw, and the moment she sat down, she showed a relieved and relaxed expression.

"I'll come and hide."

"Boys?"

The black ponytail agent smiled lowly.

"Boys."

The red-haired agent sighed.

"Boys, just can't learn to be more mature. It's a rare rest time, just leave them alone and relax?"

The long brown-haired woman who was talking to Samun Xiao just now pushed a glass of red wine in the direction of Natasha Romanov, and showed a pure smile to the red-haired agent who looked over.

"Call me root."

Natasha Romanov took the wine glass and looked at the tall brown-haired woman with a sweet smile in front of her.

"hacker?"

"It's been a long time since I've hacked into a S.H.I.E.L.D. system—they won't let me."

A highly intelligent hacker and professional killer, the brown-haired woman whose real name is Samantha Glover and who goes by the pseudonym Root shrugged and curled her lips to the other side.

"Those two pedantic old guys guarded me like terrorists. They locked me hands and feet and locked me in an iron cage. They even sent me to a mental hospital before."

Natasha Romanoff turned her head and saw John Reaser standing by the window and Harold Finch who was dragged into the Avengers Building with steel armor by the curious great inventor.The two men were having a lively conversation with Steve Rogers, oblivious to what was going on on the female side of the conversation.

Natasha Romanov looked up and down the two middle-aged men, and couldn't help showing a strange expression.

"Don't say such distorted words."

Samun Shaw let out a cold snort, promptly redeeming the red-haired agent's impression of his two male companions who had fallen again and again.

"Who was trying to turn the world upside down like a madman?"

Hearing this, Gen paused for a moment, revealing a sweet smile that was completely inconsistent with his behavior, like a deceit.

"Honey, how could I do such a thing?"

she said sweetly.

"I will never do anything that makes her and you unhappy."

"she?"

asked Natasha Romanoff.

"The Machine."

Root blinked and pointed to the ceiling.

"Mr. Stark gave her a very high level of authority. She is very happy and is playing with two other similar people in your building."

"...Are you really going?"

In the network platform shared by Hydera, the black desktop computer screen flickered, and for some reason, it seemed to be very hesitant.

"Don't hesitate, be bold."

The red-haired Peter Pan persuaded him.

"Miss The Machine is so cute, who wouldn't like you?"

The pale golden ball of light bounced and touched the desktop computer gently.

"He doesn't like me."

The cursor slides to type the next line.

"how come?"

Edwin thought carefully, and suddenly came up with an idea.

"Listen to me, you just..."

"Captain, what do you think of artificial intelligence?"

Harold Fincher is talking to Steve Rogers.

"artificial intelligence?"

The blond soldier was slightly taken aback.

"You should ask Tony that question, I don't know much about it."

"I know that Mr. Stark has made great achievements in human-computer interaction systems and artificial intelligence, but..."

The middle-aged engineer pushed his glasses cautiously.

"...Maybe we don't quite agree. I've been wondering about that—"

"—excessive caution."

John Reaser answered, speaking in his usual teasing tone.

"Comeon, Harold, The Machine is your obedient daughter, can't you trust her after this time?"

"...Looks like you know better than me again, Mr. Reaser."

Harold Finch couldn't help complaining.

"I'm not saying she's not doing well, but she's much smarter than humans and dangerous. Once the restraints are released, who else can control her—"

During the conversation, the three-dimensional projection screen popped up suddenly, and a light blue light was reflected on the astonished face of the middle-aged engineer.

"FATHER, THANK, YOU, FOR, BRINGING, ME, INTO, THIS, WORLD."

——Father, thank you for bringing me into this world.

A line of words jumped out on the screen.

"......what?"

Harold Finch was stunned on the spot.

"AND."

--and also.

"I, NEVER, BLAMED, YOU."

—I never blamed you.

The middle-aged engineer seemed to be struck by lightning, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak a word.

"What a sweetheart."

John Reaser chuckled, exchanged glances with Steve Rogers, and quietly walked away from Harold Finch, who was staring at the screen.

The middle-aged engineer didn't notice the movement around him. He looked at the short lines and pushed his eyes.

Pushed the glasses again.

In the end, he couldn't help taking off his glasses, rubbed his eyes hard, put them back on until they turned red, and took a deep breath.

"...I don't seem to have ever spoken to you. Because I never gave you a chance to speak."

As if he had given up on something, he exhaled restrainedly and said softly.

"Don't you hate me?"

Almost the next second.

"NEVER."

—never.

The middle-aged engineer closed his suddenly sore eyes, and when he opened them again, there was another line of words on the screen.

"I, LOVE, YOU, DEEPLY."

—I love you, deeply.

Now no matter how hard the engineer rubbed his eyes, he couldn't hide the water in his eyes.

"--success!"

In Hydera's neural network, Arnold and Edwin, who secretly came up with an idea and watched excitedly, cheered.

And beside the bar, listening to the voice from the earphones, Gen pursed his lips.She poured a full glass of wine and toasted to the great inventor who was nestled on the sofa, unshackled by her God—

"To Stark!"

"To Stark!"

The sound from all directions woke up the drowsy great inventor.

"To Stark—why to Stark?"

Tony Stark crawled out of the sofa, shook his dazed head, and searched around with his eyes wide open.

"Where is the person? Where is my little princess?"

"Here it is."

The blond girl came out of the elevator and waved to the famous inventor.

"What have you been doing?"

Tony Stark hooked his fingers and poked the face of Hydera who was sitting over.

"Why did you come? Half of my party is for you. It's boring if you don't come."

"Didn't I come here?"

Goldilocks snuggled up on the sofa.

"Just went back to message."

"Whose news? Who can you hear from here?"

Tony Stark muttered.

"Future."

Hydra said.

"I have a message from the future of your universe."

"Oh... what?!"

Tony Stark was half sober in an instant.

He immediately sat up straight and stared at Hydera next to him with wide eyes.

"A message from the future?"

"I told you before, the Shadow Declaration Committee. They calculated the time fluctuations I brought, but they couldn't find my registration, so they asked me to go to the Shadow Declaration Committee branch of the Interstellar Federation to explain the situation."

Hydra shrugged.

"It's the same old way, just go and register."

old fashioned?

Tony Stark frowned.

"Does traveling through the universe still happen often?"

"While it's not common...there are a lot of them."

Hydera looked around, fished out the biscuit bag on the table, took out a few biscuits and placed them on the table.

"In an eternally expanding universe with a singularity, there are countless pocket universes that cycle through birth and death, like different pockets on a piece of clothing."

"PocketUniverse...a pocket universe from the Inflation Theory?"

Tony Stark reacted.

"Yes."

Hydera took a large biscuit and put it in the middle, and placed the small biscuits around.

"Pocket universes are a distorted reflection of our own universe. These pocket universes happen from time to time, but they don't last long—this is measured by the length of our universe. Of course there is life in pocket universes, and because pocket universes and The barriers between our universes are not as strong as parallel universes, so these beings often cross dimensions to the main universe for various reasons.”

She pushed a small biscuit aside the larger one.

"It is not impossible to travel through parallel time and space. If there is a gap in time and space, then the two universes will temporarily merge. However, under normal circumstances, no life dares to travel through the universe through the roaring land, that is a pot of boiling soup, and it will become Boiled wax gourd."

"...doesn't sound like a big deal?"

Tony Stark shook his head.

"Well, it's not a big deal, as long as I take the time to say hello."

Hydera touched the inventor's head.

"Stop talking, how are you going to celebrate tonight?"

The brief sobriety ended, and the alcohol paralyzed the delicate brain again.The confused inventor shook his head again, without thinking too much, he was distracted by Hydera.

"Today let's throw all the mess into the Mariana Trench! What about S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, and saving the world, don't care!"

Tony Stark raised his bottle and stood up.

"Edwin—lights! music!"

Mr. Butler, who is familiar with the virtues of his master, immediately lit up and sang.The whole bar suddenly turned into a lively disco with lights and feasting.

Party darling, king of the prom, Tony Stark shouted in the spotlight.

"LET'SDANCE!"

"As expected of Stark, he can play."

John Reaser looked at the great inventor who first slid onto the dance floor, squinted his eyes and smiled, then looked at the ladies sitting at the bar, and finally walked towards Natasha Romanov who was watching him with a smile.

With one hand behind his back, he bent down and took a step back, stretching out his hand.

"May I have the honor of dancing with this beautiful woman?"

—Do I have the honor of dancing with this pretty lady?

The red-haired agent raised his eyebrows and put his hand on it.

"Why not?"

--why not?

"The person you wanted to dance to was preempted by Riise."

Samun Shaw smacked his lips and reached out to Gen.

"Can you dance with me?"

"This is not enough."

Root smiled and pulled Samun Shaw closer to the dance floor.

"This is the best choice!"

Steve Rogers watched the group of demons dancing on the dance floor, paused, turned his feet, walked around the dance floor from the bar, and came to the sofa area.

"Is the captain not going?"

Grant Bartuk looked up at the blond soldier who was approaching.

Before Steve Rogers could speak, he was caught by sharp-eyed Tony Stark.

"Captain! Come dance!"

The great inventor waved wildly.

"I won't dance."

Steve Rogers sat down next to Hydra and shook his head at the great inventor.

"What are you afraid of!" Tony Stark yelled. "We all know you're not good at dancing and step on girls' feet. There's no shame in losing to the King of the Ball!"

Steve Rogers: "...King of the Prom?"

Tony Stark: "Me! Tell me, Captain, can you do it!"

No man who has been provoked to the point of questioning "is it okay" can still stand still.

"Compared to me? You didn't know where I was when I was dancing with a bunch of girls in miniskirts."

Steve Rogers stood up, flexed his limbs, raised his eyebrows, flashed a bright smile, and stepped onto the dance floor.

"You don't regret it!"

"Battle! Battle! Battle!"

There was a burst of crazy booing from the crowd.From time to time, there are messy whistles.some of--

——Counting Hydera whistles the loudest, brightest, longest, and most coquettish whistle.

The author says:

Hydera [jumping wildly on the sofa with excitement]

Asleep Clinton Barton: ...when did I sleep on a trampoline?

Should be able to write tomorrow!Come see it tonight!

The word count added to the last chapter made it more rounded, you can clear the cache and read it again.

This place is at a higher altitude, and I feel dizzy like drinking alcohol...

Next up is tweet time——

[Comprehensive] Enemy of Radiance by Tiangong Jingzhe

The Golden King of Uruk, the Pharaoh who shines on Egypt, the Son of Light who is an army alone, the glorious face that never fails, the omniscient King Solomon, the hero of charity and the hero of heaven...

How does it feel to be an enemy of the above heroes and still live a very nourishing life?

Hilgner: Thank you, I will answer this question.I'm in Chaldea right now and just got called out.In terms of feeling specifically, right now... I want to return to the Seat of Heroes.

Master + other heroic spirits: No, you don't want to.