[Captain America] Don't force me to grab a man with you

"Forgot to tell you, I have spare batteries."

The middle-aged general came out from behind the crowd, walked up to Ingrid, slapped her arm with his feet, then looked at the Winter Soldier's expression about to kill, and took a few steps back with a smile.

"It's terrible. I didn't expect that the weapon I cultivated with one hand would finally point the finger at myself...you understand what I mean?" He stood beside Ingrid with his hands behind his back.

"Maybe I couldn't subdue you right away, when I could kill her before you got close."

Hearing this, the Winter Soldier gritted his teeth, looked at Ingrid who was lying motionless on the ground, and stretched out his hands.

"very good···"

The general smiled, and the others stepped forward knowingly, and tied the Winter Soldier with an iron chain.

When he was about to be taken away, the Winter Soldier stood still and looked at the general quietly. Some people around him even pulled out pistols from their waists in fear.

"I understand what you mean." The general stretched out his hand, pointing at Ingrid on the ground. "Take her to the infirmary."

He reprimanded in a low voice when the other people dragged him roughly.

"Be gentle..."

It wasn't until here that the Winter Soldier felt relieved. He took a last look at Ingrid who had passed out, turned around and left behind the others.

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In the boundless darkness, Ingrid felt her body sinking and floating, the body's numbness caused by the electric shock was still there, and her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them.

She fell downwards and came to a room shrouded in gray smoke, a glimmer of light leaked in from not far away, even though her eyelids were tightly closed, she could still 'see'.

She 'saw' the tall and straight figure looking at her tenderly, with rough fingers brushing her cheeks, with a feeling of determination and cruelty.

Then turned around, put on the mask without hesitation, and disappeared into the increasingly dazzling white light.

"Do not!!!"

Ingrid woke up suddenly, the eardrums trembling from the screams, and she gradually woke up from the nightmare.

The pain without focus refocused, and the scene in front of him was transmitted to the brain.

"Do you need me to pour you a glass of hot water?"

A middle-aged man in a military uniform was sitting in the middle of the room. Although he was about to pour a cup of hot water for her, his body didn't move, and he looked at her with a half-smile.

"No, no, thank you." Ingrid wiped the cold sweat off her forehead, "Where am I? A cell?"

She turned her head, glanced around, and found that she was locked in a room with a wall on one side and transparent glass on the other side.

"Yes, you are in our underground prison." The man smiled, "Considering your identity as a woman, we didn't arrange a completely transparent room for you."

"Then do I have to say thank you?"

"You're welcome." The man took the conversation and looked at Ingrid who was choking and unable to say a word.

"You will stay here temporarily."

"Stay? I thought you guys would do something to me, like..."

"Electric chair? Hallucinogens? Whipping?" the man continued, following her words.

"If you think so..." Ingrid whispered.

"Oh, my God! The interrogation methods you know are the methods we only used in the last century. Now just press you on the operating table, insert the motor into your head, ask some key words, and pass you The amplitude of the brain wave can decipher the thoughts in your brain, who would use this time-consuming and laborious method?"

Ingrid blushed.

"Besides, there is no need to investigate your information at all." The man glanced at her indifferently, "I knew you existed when I was about 20 years old when I first took office."

"For 30 years, you have been following the Winter Soldier relentlessly, do you really think I don't know anything? How could it be possible that I didn't notice at all when I disappeared for a month or two?"

The man gave her a blank look.

"If I hadn't helped you hide it, you would have been discovered and assassinated..."

Hearing what the man said, Ingrid froze.

"Help me hide it? Why?"

"Why?" The man sneered, "Following like a fool, for more than 30 years, it's rare to be soft-hearted, can't you?"

"No..." Ingrid felt extremely embarrassed as if something private had been snooped on, "I just didn't expect... someone here would help me..."

The man glanced at her, stretched out his hand to take it out of his pocket, and finally thought of something to put back the escaped thing, took his hand back, and cursed in a low voice.

"... Are you looking for a cigarette case?"

"It's been a long time since I quit smoking..."

The man raised his head, as if he was thinking about something, the room suddenly fell silent, and Ingrid, who didn't know how to start a conversation, could only stare at the man's side face in a daze.

"Is Inger... Ingrid right?"

The man made a sound and pulled back Ingrid, who was wandering in the sky.

"Yeah what's wrong?"

"I feel like you are a person?"

"Who?"

"my wife·····"

"What do you want to do?" Ingrid's expression changed immediately, she grabbed the clothes on her body, and stepped back a distance from the bed.

"What are you thinking? Is my wife much more beautiful than you?" The man gave her a look, then said, "Oona Babiwai."

When the man uttered the name, the pronunciation was a little strange with a little trill, which was a way of pronunciation in a language that Ingrid had never heard before.

As if to answer the doubts in her heart, the man said something.

"You should have noticed it by listening to the name. She is an Israeli girl. Although her skin is dark, when I saw her green agate-like eyes, I knew I fell in love."

During World War II, the Soviet Union focused on the fat in the Middle East.

Yes, oil!

During the Cold War with the United States, oil resources were extremely important, and then in 1968, a secret team organized by the Soviet Union was sent to Israel.

The man didn't tell Ingrid the content of the mission, but just told him his story in a gentle voice that made goosebumps all over his body.

The Negev Desert covers an average of more than half of the land of Israel.

Unfortunately, this is the place where the mission team first arrived. In the desert, no one has an accurate map, so they got lost.

A team of 5 people died in the desert before they could break into Israel.

In the end, it was he and another person who survived, and then, at a critical moment, he met his future wife-Oona Babiwai.

The woman who has lived in the desert for a long time is actually not beautiful, but in his opinion, while bringing precious water, her green eyes are deeply imprinted in his heart.

During the period of recuperation in the Negev desert, he and this Israeli girl got closer and closer. The humorous Soviet man made jokes in poor Arabic from time to time, which provoked the Israeli girl to hold back her laughter. It's all red.

Even if there are different cultures and language barriers, it can't stop two people's hearts from getting closer.

However, the Soviet soldiers who completed the task were still destined to return to their homeland.

The pleadings of the Israeli girl failed to keep him in his tracks.

For him, this may just be a beautiful love affair that will be unbearably painful to recall, but for the Israeli girl, it is a deep-rooted love that he will never forget in his life.

The Israeli girl was smuggled out of her own country, and followed the clues he left in her memory to look for the Soviet Union.

Unfortunately, in 1973, the Middle East war broke out.

The beautiful Israeli girl died in the smoke of war and could never reach the Soviet Union where her lover was.

"When I received her letter, I kept waiting, and when I heard the Middle East war started, I understood."

The Soviet tough guy who had lived almost his entire life had glistening eyes and choked up his sobs.

To some extent, the Israeli girl is lucky. She exchanged her death for the memory of her lover for a lifetime. So far, no soldier has married a second woman.

Since then, the soldier has embarked on the journey of assassination. In his opinion, killing one or two people is better than losing countless innocent lives because of the war.

"You and Ona are very similar. You also have black hair and strong eyes. In order to chase me, Ona died in the war. I don't want to, don't want..."

The 50-year-old general suddenly softened his heart when faced with a woman who was similar to his former lover.

"The war took away my love. I hope, I hope you will be happier than we were then."

So he concealed everything about Ingrid's whereabouts, just to let the two spend more time together.

"I gave you time, why did you come back?"

The man looks at Ingrid.

"I'm going to die, after I lose my use value?"

The man fell silent.

"I think my reason is the same as Ona's. Even though she knows she might die, she still wants to see you again."

"I think so too. Instead of waiting alone for a lover who doesn't know when he will come back to me, it's better to fight hard. Maybe we can see each other in the end?"

Ingrid smiled.

"You can also understand his thoughts, just like you quit smoking for Ona, it's nothing to make some sacrifices for each other."

"Anyway, I was also used to appease his emotions. Can you let me see him a few more times before I am killed by you?"

The middle-aged general was stunned, looking at Ingrid who made the request with a bright smile on his face, his voice trembled.

"Of course...of course...you can."

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