[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

The two leaders obviously didn't realize that the scouts behind them had all been switched, and within a few minutes they arrived at the shift time and walked back towards the base.

Randall touched his chest pocket, and there was an ID card in it, which he might use when opening the door later.

He walked lightly while following behind, but his whole body was tense, always vigilant that if they were accidentally exposed, he would have to knock the two people in front unconscious.

Both Iron Man and Batman are still wearing hard armor. Even if they put on a layer of isolation suits, they can't block the slight noise caused by metal collisions. Randall glanced through the dark isolation cover Cameras at the base entrance.

The appearance of this base looks unremarkable, and even the name of the Institute of Oceanography hangs on the outside. If it wasn't for Tony's perspective scan to find that there is still a lot of space under the base, and the defense here is indeed very strict. At other times they might actually be tricked.

They met with another group of people who had just come out of the base. Those people were also wearing strict protective clothing. After seeing them, they just nodded to them and walked away from them without saying a word walked over.

From this point of view, the staff discipline within Hydra is still very strict.

Randall thought to himself, imitating the person in front of him to pick up the ID card and take a photo at the card slot. The old-fashioned access control jumped out with the name of the card owner and the time of entry and exit.

He just glanced at it without leaving a trace. The owner of this ID card seems to be named Ellen Wolfe, and the time of entry and exit is from 7:30PM to 9:30PM, which means that their duty time is two hours.

Following the two people at the front, they went through the gate and walked into a spacious elevator. The space can accommodate twenty or thirty people, and it is more than enough for eight of them to stand in it. Fortunately, those two Germans Didn't say anything, just stood silently in front of the door, the steel plate door vaguely reflected their figures, and the outside of the dark protective clothing was still wet with water droplets, making them look like a group of water that just climbed up from the bottom of the sea Ghostly.

The elevator sank in silence, only the sound of the cables sliding could be heard. As the floors descended, Randall felt a strong sense of depression coming over him.

It's weird here.Whether it was the two silent Germans or the people behind the thin steel door, even the few scouts who were knocked out were very strange-not that they were able to sneak into Hydra's life like this. There is something wrong with the base, but... the whole base reveals the word 'weird' from top to bottom.

Everyone is like a clockwork robot, every step seems to be precisely calculated, they don't say superfluous words, neatly like soldiers, from the moment Randall came into contact with them, their emotions have changed Almost within a non-fluctuating threshold, except for their slightly terrified reaction when the name 'Dr. Zola' was said, their emotions were too even.

This made Randall feel very familiar, or it was because it was so familiar that Randall felt strange.

They are the same as Lula.

When he realized this thought, Randall shuddered, as if he had just crawled back wet from the water, and the small sound of the water droplets falling on the ground seemed to be dripping on his nerves, making him His throat was tight, and he couldn't breathe.

The dizziness brought by the elevator's descent was like a blow to the head by the waves. Randall's eyes went dark, and he couldn't help but think of many other things.

For example, when he first touched Lula, the calmness that used to calm him now made him feel scared.

Then there was a long time ago, when the elder brother Wilder died, the hand holding the injection medicine and injecting the liquid steadily, the moment of intense pain he felt when he threw himself on the body of his parents... At this moment, everything Everything was spinning in his brain.

Ideas come in, those moments of death pop up in your head, social withdrawal, you slowly start to distance yourself from activities that bring joy in life, like those obsessive love affairs, hypersensitivity, you start to doubt all thing.

Randa, you have PTSD.

What Hannibal said to him at that time was like a big bell ringing in his heart.Randall's figure swayed slightly, and was stabilized by his gritted teeth.

When you don't get sick, you have to pick this time.

Randall cursed in his heart, but couldn't control the trembling of his fingers, as if a small hole had been broken there, and he snorted coldly to get in from the outside.

The elevator finally stopped, the door panel was opened, and the bright light inside the base shone in. Randall took a deep breath, and the people around him followed him out one after another, but his legs seemed to be poured out. Lead water is generally heavy.

"What's wrong?" Dick's deep voice suddenly rang in Randall's ear, his arm supported Randall's back without leaving a trace, and led him out of the elevator, "You seem to have shaken just now."

The communication channel was turned off at the moment, and Dick could only speak next to his ear.

The two of them walked at the back, and Randall bit his tongue hard, using the pain to bring himself back to his senses, and he whispered, "There's something wrong here."

"Well... I can see it." Dick looked around carefully behind the partition board.

In the elevator just now, Dick noticed that the buttons here include nine floors upstairs and downstairs, and six floors below, and their current location is the fourth floor underground.

Although it is calculated according to the number of floors, the environment here is actually ridiculously large. According to the calculation based on the speed of the elevator going down just now, it can be guessed that the environment on each floor may be so wide. There is still a difference of six or seven meters between the ceilings, and there are tall liquid tanks erected around them, in which something unknown is soaked in a dark liquid similar to formalin, and all of them seem extremely small in it.

There are also people in white protective clothing standing in front of liquid tanks to record data.

Right in front of them seemed to be a resting place, and the two people who were leading had already walked in that direction. There was a room with up and down ladders, shaped like a honeycomb, and each door was hexagonal in shape. Going in and out of it, walking up and down the running ladder, it feels a bit like a science fiction concept map.

"Landa, are you really okay?" Dick looked away, held Randall's hand again, and asked him in a low voice.

Randall shook his head slightly, "It's okay, let's keep up first."

Everyone here is like a precision instrument, without any emotional fluctuations. If you don't capture it carefully, Randall will even ignore them subconsciously.

Fortunately, the reaction to PTSD was not very serious. He felt much better after taking a few breaths. Although he was still sick, the influence of the general environment made him calm down gradually.

The first thing he wanted to find was where Lula was.

"Can you see what is soaked in the nutrient solution?" Captain America asked in the communicator.

"Is it a person... or what?" Tony said, "I can't scan any living things, and the shape should be a person, but it's too big... This person is three meters tall? It's almost half of this jar."

Three meters tall?They all frowned. Figures of this size are not common, but they are not uncommon. It's just that most of them are human-made monsters—like Doomsday.

"It's not the ruins of some alien spacecraft, is it?" Tony muttered, "You guys are more familiar with this than us."

Batman commented curtly: "This is not an alien creation."

"But it seems that there are not only people, but also some metal artifacts," Tony continued, as Friday was scanning the entire house, "probably Hydra found something from some weird place."

Hearing this, Randall raised his head and squinted his eyes. There are a total of eight nutrition tanks with a height of more than six meters around here, each of which is filled with different things. Huhu floating in it, I really can't see what it is.

But the one closest to their room was different. It was a small piece of iron or some meteorite fragment. Randall stared at it for a few seconds before realizing its existence.

"Hey, that's..." As Randall got closer to the nutrition tank, the shape of the iron block he saw became clearer.

His footsteps only stopped for a moment, and then he continued to walk forward.

"Landa, what do you recognize?" Although it was brief, Dick, who was walking beside Randall, noticed it.

Randall quickly glanced at the people around who were holding tablets to observe the data, and said in the communicator, "I have seen that iron plate, no, it should be said... I have seen other parts of this iron plate."

"Mutant things?" Tony raised his eyebrows, and asked Friday to scan the small piece of iron carefully, but found nothing. This substance may not belong to the earth. The little pendant of the same can't analyze the material properties."

"Well, they're all from Lucifer," Randall said.

The two people at the front scanned the ID cards and stepped on the running ladder without looking back. It seemed that they were sent back to their room accurately.

"and many more……"

Tony followed behind, imitating their appearance as if nothing had happened, and took a photo with his ID card. A number appeared on the information screen on one side, and then a running ladder that was just enough to hold a person moved from not far away. His With a surprised tone, "Is the Lucifer you mentioned authentic?"

"It's from that kind of religion, or is it a guy with the same name?" Tony stepped on the running ladder. Although it was only a small platform without any handrails, he was unexpectedly stable, and he was sent to his own At the door of the room, the door opened automatically after the infrared light scanned the ID card. He let out a 'wow' without emotion.

"Lucifer Morningstar, the owner of a bar in Bludhaven," Randall seemed to hear someone sighing regretfully, and then added: "According to what he said, he didn't want to change the documents of hell and ran to the world Come to develop your career for the second gold."

"This is part of Lucifer's Trident, which is said to be able to open the gates of hell."

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感谢在2021-07-3123:58:01~2021-08-0418:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of shore Lululu;

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