[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

A box of special loot has arrived from the lab.

It was packed in a small iron box like a magazine clip, sealed layer by layer, and carefully placed on the table.I don't know what it is inside, but it looks like a battery panel in terms of shape, and through the corner of the glass above, it emits a faint blue light.

It is a beautiful and dangerous product.

Stark immediately took over the study of it.This was captured from Hydra's base, and seems to be one of the secret weapons that Hydra is researching.Whether it is to obtain information about Hydra, or from the aspect of using the research results, the results of this research are definitely of great benefit.

After all, Hydra is a well-known scientific research institution among the Nazis. Among the various equipment brought back from them in the past, technologies far superior to their own can always be found.

At first, Gladys didn't know about it at all, after all, she was still under surveillance.But somehow, probably because Stark had been in contact with that substance for a long time, the residual energy remained on him, which made her perceive that extraordinary breath.So Gladys asked without hesitation.

"What energy body have you been researching recently?" The girl accidentally met Stark who was drinking coffee in the lounge.The other party had a tired expression mixed with excitement, and it seemed that he definitely had a tricky new project on his hands recently. .

"What?" Although Stark was already very tired, his rapid thinking still reminded him of the iron box immediately.

He pondered for a while: "You said it was an energy body?"

"It's just a little bit, maybe it's not enough." Gladys said, "I feel some special energy from you, but you really don't have anything. So, this should be carried by 'that thing' itself It takes considerable energy to leave traces.”

"Can you be more specific?" Stark felt that he seemed to have found a direction for research breakthroughs.

"Do you think I'm a hound? Can find prey with just a little smell?" Gladys asked rhetorically.

"Okay, I'll go to my superiors for instructions." Stark understood what she meant.

Sure enough, the matter was delayed for several days.But the follow-up made them both happy: Gladys got permission.

Stark promised to take charge of her and took her into the laboratory where the loot was stored, neither of them caring about the curious, confused, and questioning eyes of others in the laboratory.Who told them that one of them is the head of the laboratory, and the other has long been accustomed to the gaze of others.

Gladys saw the bluish light on the test stand behind the layers of glass.It is round, small, an unknown substance the size of a pen tip, and it is glowing steadily in the dark laboratory.Because its size is really too small, the light that should be dazzling is not dazzling.

"How long has it been like this?" Gladys asked nonchalantly.

"It has never changed from the time I got it to the present." Stark quickly picked up her thoughts.

This is an unreasonable thing, especially, the current technology is far from reaching such a level.How can a substance with such a small volume continuously maintain such a steady and continuous energy?You must know that the perpetual motion machine is just a fantasy, and such a small but stable energy source only exists in the future beyond the times.

"Is it a quality of its own?"

"No, it's just a carrier."

The two looked at the light behind the glass together.

Gladys reached out and lightly touched the smooth glass with his fingertips, feeling the bursting energy.She actually didn't know what it was, but as an existence that claimed to have come out of the fantasy world, she could still vaguely feel the abnormality.

"This does not belong to your world." Gladys made a judgment.

"Does it belong to your world?" Stark's tone was more like a rhetorical question than a question.

"Of course not." Gladys resolutely vetoed, "Based on your worldview, maybe it came from an alien planet."

"Its origin should be very powerful, and what is here is only a part extracted from it...It is too much to describe it with 'part', maybe 'a little bit' is more appropriate."

What Gladys didn't say was that the energy attributes she felt contained a familiar sense of alienation that could change the space.

So she just warned her as a friendly reminder: "If you are lucky enough to get its body, then you'd better guard it firmly. It must not be a power that humans can touch."

Gladys turned his head and saw that the excitement and anticipation on Stark's face became more obvious, and almost immediately regretted his talk.She shouldn't have piqued a scientist's curiosity.

Forget it, the chance of encountering that terrifying body should be very small.After all, after the victory of the Allies, World War III had not yet broken out.

After confirming that the most important item in this laboratory was not the [Poisoned Apple] that he was looking for, Gladys lost interest in it all of a sudden.

She greeted Stark and left the lab.On the opposite side, Barnes was sticking to the wall, chatting with the guards on the side.Seeing Gladys come out, he straightened up and followed.

"Have you finished your work today?" Barnes began to look for topics.

Gladys is very understanding of this.After all, at this age, it is the moment when the heart of spring is sprouting.For such a beautiful little girl, how many boys would not show their affection?Not to mention that this is still in the barracks.

Unfortunately, although Barnes wanted to appear more mature and manly, in the eyes of Gladys, who was older than him, he was just a cute little milk dog.

"It's just a younger brother."

Gladys hid the thousands of thoughts in his heart, and continued to respond to him: "Well, it's over. James, don't you have any other tasks today?"

"We have to rest for a while." Barnes cautiously did not mention the next task of the Roaring Commando, and mentioned in passing: "You can call me 'Bucky', everyone calls me that."

"If you don't mind," Barnes added.

Gladys couldn't help but glance back at him, with a smile on his face, but not absolute confidence.Of course, she would not refuse the other party's overtures, and changed her address in a calm manner: "Okay, Bucky. It's an interesting nickname, but unfortunately I don't have one."

Judging from the minimum age for enlisting in the army, the big boy next to him is still too young—although after going to the battlefield, real life will not accept this kind of difference and treat it differently.

Compared with a grown soldier, his face still looks like a little Boy Scout with his still childlike face.But it is such a boy who has used his own strength and advantages to become the assistant of the super soldier Captain America, hiding in the dark to clear all obstacles for him.

How did he get into the army?How did he become a super soldier's assistant and adapt to this cruel battlefield?

Gladys suppressed these questions in his heart, and did not touch areas that he should not touch.She warned herself in her heart: You are just cooperating with them, don't do unnecessary things.

They chatted about some irrelevant topics again, walked through the long aisle, and parted at the end.

Gladys went back to his desk and flipped through the handbook that compiled recent news.She used her historical knowledge that she had not completely forgotten and her analytical ability that had just arrived at the average line to connect these reports and list the connections behind them one by one.

Of course, she has no advantage over professionals.Don't expect to rely on this unique superpower to immediately increase your IQ several times.Gladys relied on her "spy" animals to assist in judgment through traces before the event and confirmation after the event.

For her, this is not only to sort out any abnormalities that may be caused by [Poisoned Apple], but also to exercise her thinking ability.Gladys admits she's a bit lazy, but relying on elusive instincts isn't an option for her.Not to mention, she is now in a war-torn era, and in an occasion that is out of daily life, anxiety is the normal state she perceives.

The dignified and elegant, calm and calm she showed belonged to the "Snow White" princess, they were all an external camouflage and protective layer. In reality, she wished to hold all the information in her own hands.

So far, there does not seem to be any incidents that have revealed a connection with [Poisoned Apple].

This is not good news.Gladys had to consider the worst-case scenario: Someone had already discovered [Poisoned Apple], understood its effects, concealed its existence, and wanted to use it to achieve a certain purpose.

Her fingertips tapped rhythmically on the table, and with the sound of "da da", the information was filtered again.The dark blue ink marks smudged on the paper, recording the speculations and conclusions drawn after the analysis.

This is also one of the "jobs" Gladys chose.Although such affairs were analyzed and sorted out by a special person, Agent Carter, who was deeply surprised by the girl's intelligence processing ability after discovering this manual that had never been concealed, decided to make good use of this labor force.

This allowed Gladys to gain greater authority on intelligence, and she was unwilling to give up this official channel.Animals can certainly help her see farther and hear more carefully, but it is really a huge project to find the points worthy of attention from those trivial and half-knowledgeable performances, and to sort out the hidden changes behind them.Who would dislike those combed and effective information?

"Dong dong dong", the door was knocked.

"Please come in."

Bucky walked in with a dinner plate, and a smell of roasted meat permeated the small room.Gladys put down the things in his hands, tidied them aside, and looked up at today's dinner.A roast with mashed potatoes and sauce on the side is still a typical British meal.

"It's too much trouble for you to bring it every day." Gladys thanked him.

Bucky waved his hand quickly: "It's not troublesome at all."

He didn't leave, he just took two steps back and stood there, as if he was just waiting for her to finish eating so he could put the plate away.

But Gladys noticed his hesitation, and asked bluntly, "What do you want to say, Bucky."

The boy pursed the corners of his mouth nervously, and then revealed the business: "The latest news, a senior general of the military has fallen, not dead, but unconscious."

He then added: "It is said that the doctor has not detected any toxic substances for the time being, and there are no traces left at the scene, and the murderer cannot even be identified."

"I think this is probably the information you want to know."

"Is this Agent Carter's order?"

"Yes, she agreed."

"I thought, I might have to put this dinner on hold for a while"

Gladys pushed the plate and stood up, and said to Bucky, "Show me the way, Bucky."