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Goodwin glanced happily at her messy body, leaning against the door, raising his hand to stroke the gauze on her face.

The stupid bitch.She thought viciously in her heart, one day I will teach her a lesson so that she can repay the injury to my face.

Mrs. Marilyn's expression was always indifferent, and she said to the girl: "Go and sit down."

Dolores sat docilely on the bed. She put the tray on the table, then walked to her left, bent down, grabbed her dislocated left arm with one hand, and pressed it up neatly. There was a sound of rubbing between the bones, and Dolores' face turned pale instantly, but what was satisfactory was that she didn't scream out, but bit her lower lip tightly, and the blood streaked immediately from the part where the lip was broken. It oozes out, staining her dry, chapped lips with a bright red.

Mrs. Marilyn let go of the girl's trembling arm while the girl gasped in pain, turned around and dipped a cotton swab into the potion, and ordered, "Take off your clothes."

Dolores took deep breaths hard to relieve the pain, and took off the burqa little by little with one hand, only then did she find that there were many wounds on her back and arms, and the white cotton burqa was stained with blood.

She turned around and let Mrs. Marilyn apply the medicine quickly but not gently, gritted her teeth and endured the pain.

"You ruined a restaurant." Mrs. Marilyn said in a flat tone. "Five of those experimental subjects died in the chaotic battle, and most were injured. But you are lucky, and you don't need to pay for it."

Dolores quietly grabbed her clothes and listened intently.

"The officer will be returning to the base tomorrow, and you will see him. Congratulations, you don't need to accept the experiment for the time being."

Mrs. Marilyn threw the blood-stained cotton swab into the tray, and said to Goodwin who was standing at the door: "You continue to give her medicine, and I will make sure that the base is normal before the officer returns."

She took out a handkerchief, wiped the non-existent dirt on her hands, and walked away from Goodwin without looking sideways. Goodwin quickly responded, "Good lady." She didn't look at her, like As usual, he straightened his back and walked in front of her.Goodwin waited until the other party walked away in an orderly manner, wriggling his lips silently cursing with a ferocious expression.

Old bitch, do you think you are the queen of the base?

Goodwin turned around and entered the room, met a pair of faint green eyes, his expression froze for a moment, then quickly darkened.She strode heavily towards the silent naked girl on the bed, and raised her arms high: "What are you looking at!!"

Dolores quickly blocked her slap, and she looked straight into Goodwin's eyes: "I will meet with the officer tomorrow." She said each word in a word, and her slender arms clamped Goodwin's body forcefully. The wrist, slowly tightened, was a silent warning.

Goodwin's pupils trembled because of this, and she recalled how Dolores smashed people's heads to the floor without hesitation in a fierce gesture.

The girl was almost dead. Two "butchers" examined her and found that her brain was completely disordered, and all her thinking, consciousness, and cognition were smashed into pieces. She was close to brain death. The difference between her and a vegetable is that She would occasionally wake up and scream like crazy, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and then kept trying to commit suicide.

It is estimated that the butcher has sliced ​​up and sliced ​​it into specimens or any terrible thing that can reflect her residual value.

Her anger was finally suppressed by fear.She looked at the suppressor on Dolores' neck, and she knew very well that this thing could not completely guarantee her safety.Although she was badly injured and imprisoned after she did this last time, once she recalled her appearance at that time, Goodwin didn't think Dolores would swallow her anger.

So she could only withdraw her hand in resentment, and continued to apply the medicine to her with a gloomy face.

Her actions were very rough, but Dolores didn't say a word, her startlingly bright green eyes seemed to be glowing with a faint cold light, glittering and shining, reminiscent of the tomb at night in front of the dead and crooked old tree branches. of will-o'-the-wisps.

So soon Goodwin couldn't care less about cursing her secretly in his heart, and her fingers holding the tweezers began to tremble indistinctly, until Dolores pierced her brain with invisible filaments.

It turned out that her consciousness was filthy. Dolores looked coldly at this swamp-like mixed consciousness, resentment, hatred, jealousy, tyranny, desire for power, all mixed together, making people look at it. I just want to throw up.

She flipped through Goodwin's consciousness freely, as if she was flipping through a book. Goodwin in front of her was stiff and her eyes were empty. Dolores said softly to her, "Ma'am, please continue to give me medicine."

Goodwin's eyes were unfocused, and he pinched the tweezers with his fingers and mechanically rubbed the cotton with the potion.

This person is undoubtedly a despicable villain. She has only been in this base for a year or two, and she only thinks about how to replace Mrs. Marilyn every day. She is full of jealousy towards her, but she is afraid of Marilyn's authority. She likes to torture secretly Some experimental subjects who are relatively young are more restrained than those who are strong and favored by their superiors, such as the Ruburt brothers.

Goodwin's heart opened to her without any cover, and she casually read some of these irrelevant information, digging deeper.

The officer they were talking about was the leader of the Hydra base, Baron Sterak, who secretly kidnapped and collected these super-powered teenagers and children, just to use them as experiments, using them as containers, or weapons, to study The power in their bodies, and then use the results for themselves.

She saw something familiar. A month earlier, some Hydra agents led by the Winter Soldier had tried and failed to kill Iron Man in an underpass in Queens, New York.

Oh, so this is the reason why I was dragged into S.H.I.E.L.D. because of the influence.

She continued to dig into her memory with great interest, and finally found a fragment about the Winter Soldier in a certain section.

It was after the failed mission to assassinate Tony Stark, Baron Sterak strode down the corridor with a gloomy face, followed by a tall and strong man with a big cat-like body and high browbones And deep-set eye sockets, half-length brown hair hanging down his cheeks, a black mask hides him from the bridge of his nose to his chin, although he can't see the expression, but from his deep green eyes in the shadows In it, one can see the ruthlessness and murderous aura that is almost bursting out.

But the most striking thing was his left arm, which was completely made of metal. She thought it was a special skin-fitting device or something else, but it turned out to be his arm, reflecting a cold and sharp luster under the lamp, There is also a bright five-pointed star on it.

For some reason, she felt that the eyebrows and eyes of the Winter Soldier were somewhat familiar, so she dug deeper into Goodwin's consciousness.

Finally, she got the answer she wanted, but was shocked by it.

——Original Roaring commando member, Sergeant James Barnes, now Hydra agent, Winter Soldier.

For a split second she thought Goodwin's memory had gone wrong.

how is this possible? ?

She superimposed the Sergeant James Barnes and the Winter Soldier she saw in the Captain America Memorial in her brain. If the chilling anger in his brows was erased, it would almost match James Barnes.

It took Dolores dozens of seconds to digest this answer.

Then, a bold idea flashed in her mind. When she temporarily suppressed the eagerness to move and then quickly flipped through the map and location information about the base, the idea gradually became concrete.

This is indeed a secret underground base. It is located under an abandoned chemical factory hundreds of kilometers south of New York, and the nearest small town is several kilometers away.Not to mention the guards at the base, the experimental area where she is located is on the bottom floor, and the shortest way to go out is through dozens of fixed three-hour shift guards and guards patrolling the corridors. Go out, go through the operating room laboratory, and you have to go through the biological gene lock to go up to the upper floor, then bypass the main brain area where Baron Sterak is guarded by many people, and pass through the material delivery channel that cannot be entered or exited without a permit to arrive at Abandoned factories full of drones and vital signs automatically locked. If you don’t have a car after you go out, you have to walk a few kilometers to the nearest small town, call the police and wait or drive directly to New York.

It's almost impossible for her to do it by herself.

But what if there was a Winter Soldier?She thought, there might be an 80.00% possibility.

Of course, he is 50.00%, and he is the 30.00%.

But the only question is whether she can let the Winter Soldier go with her.

She was very unsure about this, whether the other party had been brainwashed for many years, whether it was as easy to invade as the brain of an ordinary person like Goodwin.But for now, there is no room for her to hesitate.

The Winter Soldier failed in this mission and was frozen and imprisoned in a separate forbidden room under the order of Baron Sterak. What's worse, his place is close to the central area of ​​the base where Baron Sterak is located. invasion.

Dolores pursed her lips, looked up at Goodwin, and said softly, "Would you like to talk to me?"

"Of course." Goodwin's unfocused eyes stayed on her face, and he said every word.

Dolores invaded the depths of her brain, resisting being influenced by the dark and evil consciousness in her brain, and found the most closed but also the closest memory to her heart. With sparks of rage, despair, and gloom, they are like locks tightly imprisoning the softest part of her humanity, howling and running like wild animals.

"Forgot to ask, is there surveillance in my room? Will anyone see what we're doing here?"

"No, you are already firmly under control, and it is meaningless to add another layer of monitoring."

"Very good." Dolores breathed a sigh of relief.

"You were abused by your adoptive parents, right?"

"Yes, they beat me every day since they adopted me, I was four years old, they stuck me with red hot needles, made me sleep on the floor in the basement, poured hot tea in my mouth, made me do all on Christmas Eve, they made me sleep in the backyard kennel, and when I was seven, my adoptive father raped me." Goodwin said numbly.

There was no expression on her face, but her heart was surging like boiling water, flickering and roaring fiercely, intertwined with pain and despair, and the monstrous anger was like a flame, burning her desolate heart into a sea of ​​flames.

Dolores was affected by these emotions, and she saw tears welling up in Goodwin's dead eyes, wetting the gauze on his face.

She shuddered slightly for this, and endured it, but there were also tears in her eyes.

This is not my emotion.She thought calmly, and her thoughts gently comforted Goodwin, extinguishing those black anger, and finally calmed down.

But I shouldn't have gone on, I shouldn't have treated her like this.Dolores sucked in a hiss of cool air as if she was cold.

I'm doing something cruel, and maybe when my emotions come back, I'll regret it.She thought, but finally cold reason swallowed up the hesitation, and she kept asking.

"And then what happened?"