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Dolores was sure that there was no sympathy in those blue eyes. He was excited, even morbidly intense.

It was a sham sadism, she thought.

She'd seen something like it once in Boston, when she met a tiny van Gogh in a park one day.Boys aged [-] or [-] broke his tail with rocks, then lured him out of the pipe with hot dogs, and pierced his ear with art scissors before the kitten finished eating.

The eyes of those boys were similarly filled with a sadistic desire for weak creatures.

But they failed. Dolores, who heard the cat screaming, came and scared them away. Then she took Van Gogh to the hospital for treatment and gave him a name.

The two men are the same now, trying to paralyze the frightened girl in front of them with hypocritical kindness, and then torture them slowly.

Dolores was wonderfully docile, and she behaved as they expected.

The metal sliding door was pulled open, and the man handed her to the guard at the door, stroked her cheek, and said softly, "We will see you soon."

The two crazy laughs were blocked by the door, and the guard's big hand like a steel hoop pinched one of her arms, dragged her through the corridor, walked to a small room, and opened the small window. the iron gate, and threw her on the floor mercilessly.

Dolores knocked her forehead to the floor, which made her eyes go black, and she lay on the ground for a while.

When she recovered, she found that she was having a nosebleed again, probably because her nose was hit again.Stumbling up, Dolores looked at the small prison, which was much better than she imagined. There was a small single bed, a toilet and sink, and even a table and a small cabinet, all of which were fixed to the floor. Up.

She blocked her nose with a tissue on the table. There were vents in the room, and the room temperature was very warm. The laboratory before was no different from a morgue. Lying on the metal table, she thought she was already a corpse. It's over.

Dolores sat down on the single bed slowly, wrapped the quilt around her body, and tried her best to warm herself up as soon as possible.

The big diaphragm collar was still tied around his neck, and Dolores didn't bother to pull it off.She remembered that when they just woke up, they said that they couldn't use their abilities. Is it because of this thing or what did they do to themselves?

She lifted the quilt, pulled up the white burqa on her body, and there was a circle of gauze wrapped around her lower abdomen. She carefully opened it and looked at it. There was a small incision across the originally smooth skin, and the thread had been sewn, but Because she fell a few times in a row afterwards, and a little blood was oozing there.

Dolores's heart sank, she held her thoughts, and released an invisible thread of thought to probe into her body. Surprisingly, the ability was still there, not stagnant at all, and never disappeared at all.

The stylus enters along with the wound, and soon touches a thin chip under the skin, and circles around. This small thing is only a quarter of the size of a little fingernail, and it continuously releases signals .

She has no doubt that as long as they know that their abilities have not been affected, this thing will definitely kill her on the spot.That's how it's done in the movies anyway, otherwise they wouldn't have slit her stomach just for fun.

Dolores put down her robe, lay down on the pillow, and huddled under the quilt. She closed her eyes and thought in her heart, her brain never stopping for a moment.

Peter would definitely find himself missing, and he would definitely not treat it as a simple kidnapping and disappearance.Hopefully he'll find the phone book on the shelf with Mr. Stark's number in it.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. has never appeared since sending her back, Dolores still believes in the intuition of the state secret agency in this regard. Based on Van Gogh, they will definitely come to her.

And the professor, she didn't doubt at all whether he had discovered her situation now, if he knew, he would definitely make a move.

Turning around in her mind, Dolores was surprised to find that there were so many "special" people around her, but after careful recollection, she seemed to be far away from ordinary life.

Touching the collar around her neck, she thought, she can't sit still, she must find a way to escape.

She gradually fell asleep thinking about it. Since the laboratory, Dolores has never seen a window, and there is no clock, so she naturally does not know how long she has slept, until there is a rustling outside the door With the sound of keys colliding, a woman in uniform opened the door and walked in.

Dolores woke up immediately and stood up abruptly, sharp pain came from the wound in her lower abdomen, and the tearing sensation made her face turn pale and she let out a cry of pain.

The woman was tall and thin, her face was hard and angular, her gray-blue eyes were deeply sunken in their sockets, and there was a thin, winding wound on her chin that went all the way down her neck into her collar.Her black hair was scrupulously tied into a small bun behind her head, making her seem unreasonable.

She walked in with the bunch of keys and looked down at her: "Dolores Green."

At this time, a short woman hurried in from the door with a package in her arms. She looked much more amiable and younger. She was wearing the same uniform as the tall and thin woman, and her hair was tied up in the same way. There are a few bangs hanging down, cheeks are rosy, and there is a smile on the corner of the mouth.

She walked quickly to the side of the tall and thin woman, and said hello in a shrill voice: "Mrs. Marilyn, good morning."

Marilyn twitched the corner of her mouth, her eyeballs moved proudly towards her for a moment, and returned in a cold tone: "Good morning, Goodwin."

Dolores curled up on the bed with the quilt in her arms, timidly raised her head and looked at the two women.

Goodwin smiled eagerly at her, and handed her the package in his hand: "You are the new girl, right? I'm Goodwin, and I'm in charge of your daily life. This is Mrs. Marilyn. She's here. the steward."

Her expression and attitude are so kind, as if she is an ordinary neighbor's wife.The kindness she released was like a life-saving straw for the bewildered child. Sure enough, the girl looked at her with a hint of dependence in her eyes.

She sat down, stroked her cheek with a warm palm, and then held her hand tightly: "Don't worry, everything will be fine." She is so gentle and amiable, in this strange and terrible place, Like a ray of flame suddenly appearing in the darkness, luring the helpless lamb to follow her footsteps.

Dolores leaned softly in her arms and whispered, "Thank you."

Goodwin said gently: "This is all your daily necessities. I will take you to take a hot bath in a while, and then go to have breakfast. Okay?"

The girl nodded lightly, without any extra questions or hysterical screams.This satisfied the two of them. Seeing her cowardly appearance like a lamb, Mrs. Marilyn lifted her lips in disgust.Ridiculous silly girl, trying to become a member of the superheroes, but without the courage to match, no doubt stupid and pitiful, but still smart, did not try to vent her fear by crying, no doubt save her A lot of trouble.

Because of this, Mrs. Marilyn condescended to give the girl a little favor, and she said coldly: "Good girl, don't try to escape or take off the collar, the last boy who dared to do it was eaten by the coyote Clean. If you are obedient enough and cooperate with the research, you may be able to go out one day, this is the only way to be easier, be a smart person."

Dolores looked up at her. The figure of Mrs. Marilyn was standing in front of the bed like a mountain, with two dark shadows in her eye sockets. She bowed her head in awe without needing to say anything, and said in a low voice, "Yes. ,lady."

Seeing Dolores prostrate under her authority, the corners of Mrs. Marilyn's mouth rose stiffly for a moment, and then she turned and walked out of the room without any more threatening words, the hard soles of her cowhide shoes hit the floor The crisp sound went further and further away, and Goodwin patted her on the back lightly: "Good girl, go wash up."

Dolores opened the package, and there were towels, combs, toothbrush cups, two or three clothes and trousers of the same style, including soft-soled leather shoes and slippers, and other things that could be seen at a glance. Monotonous white-gray.

She took her washing things, put on her slippers, and followed Goodwin out of the door, which was an empty corridor with many other rooms.Dolores quietly looked in from the window on the door. There was no one in the room. Every room was similar to hers, but there were many small personal items, such as paper and colored pens on the table. , and books.

It seems that she is not alone, there must be many people like her imprisoned in this nameless place where the sun is not seen.

She remembered what the two men said yesterday, welcome to Hydra.

Hydra?Dolores recalled the information in the Captain America Memorial, Hydra and Red Skull, Captain America had been fighting Hydra during the time he was active in the war, until he crashed and was frozen.

She licked her lower lip, the lips were dry and thin due to lack of water, her teeth were biting and tearing unconsciously, causing a slight pain.

She thought Hydra was a thing of the past, and had become a mere term in history books over time.But now she is holding a towel and soap and walking in an unknown base of Hydra, and this organization looks very good, not only has such a large territory, but also kidnapped many people to do experimental research here.

What are they trying to do?

She raised her head, looked at the back of Goodwin in front of her, and her eyes fell on the back of her head.

Do you want to enter her brain and take a look?