[US Team 2] Hey Yo~ Hey Claw!

, the captain of the special operations team can be regarded as a team leader, he belongs to the management class, and he must report regularly, not to mention how much Hydra is an organization that emphasizes "order". Any color is specified.

But Rumlow never took him to any conference report.

Every time people went to a meeting and came back complaining about how troublesome and annoying the meeting was, how pretentious those white chickens in suits and ties were, Chuckley didn't feel it at all.

Now when this Mr. Bakshi, who literally used his life to interpret "clothed beast" and "gentle scum", appeared on the stage, Chakri almost couldn't hold back a slap and greeted him.He fully understood why the friends of the special forces team hated meetings.

certainly!He...he didn't want to thank Rumlow for never letting him go to the meeting!

Bakshi didn't feel Chakri's eagerness to photograph him as a Teletubbies at all, and he was still giving an impassioned motivational speech:

"Everyone is the elite of Hydra. I believe that under the leadership of Dr. Whitehall, your abilities will be brought into full play...Dr. Whitehall...according to Dr. Whitehall...just follow Dr. Whitehall ..."

Chakri couldn't remember exactly what was said in the speech, he only knew that the most frequently used word in one of Bakshi's speeches was "Dr. Whitehall".

It seems that this time the boss is not only pretending, but also a diehard supporter of the big boss.

"...I really hope to have fun working with you in the future, HailHydra!"

"Hey Yo Hi Claw~"

After chanting a slogan, Chakri went to accept the task assignment with the others. The rookie security guards like them had to learn from the veterans. It is in these floors where Hydra belongs to that he can go around for the reason of "inspecting security". Except for some particularly sensitive experimental areas, security guards can be said to have the highest operational authority, second only to senior executives. .

No wonder Coulson wanted him in this position.

The days passed with emotion, and the laboratory recruited a group of new members, in which Chuckri saw the face of Gemma Simmons.

Well, at least he lived an undercover life with a company, and it wasn't too difficult.

Chuckley picked up his baton, hummed a song and continued to poke and look around, but he didn't notice that Barbara Morse, the cold-faced beauty minister of their security department, was facing Agent Coulson's big head with a baton Zhao (with a gentle and amiable smile) hesitated whether to swing a 120 stick toward it.

Damn it, it's fine to have an undercover agent from the heavenly army poking around all day long, but now he's coming back for two!The old lady is here to dismantle the evil conspiracy of Hey Claw, not to be the babysitter of the nursery class agent!

Today's lunch at noon must be tea eggs, at least you can look at the eggs and think about people, right?

#Remember our respected Director Nick#

#局长快回来Next time the popularity vote will definitely vote for you#

***

"Mr. Rumlow, please don't continue to generate more '100 Ways to Assassinate Agent Coulson' dossiers, or I will have to limit your activities in accordance with security regulations."

Jarvis' electronic voice played as Rumlow wrote about how to create a car accident, and before he had time to protest, the phone's screen went black, and then automatically restarted.Of course, the documents he had typed all day disappeared completely because they were not saved.

"Jesus! This is 'my' phone! Stark you hacked my phone! Make it clear!"

Rumlow's anger obviously did not reach Tony, and Jarvis remained silent.He had to accept the pitiful and terrible fact that no technology product in this building could escape Stark's clutches.

"I'm just writing. You should know that if I really want to do it, I won't be so stupid. If I leave evidence, I'm afraid that I did it?"

He doesn't want to care about the mystery of Agent Coulson's resurrection. One of Captain America and his old friend has been in the North Pole for 70 years, and the other is sleeping in the refrigerator repeatedly in Hydra. They are still alive and kicking, in this big universe. There is nothing really "unscientific" about it!

But he cared about Coulson getting Chakri to go undercover!That undercover is not just a random small base, it is the base camp of Whitehall, a scientific madman!What insane things can't that old goblin and his little follower Bakshi do in the name of science?

Chuck was also tied to a high-tech brainwashing by him, but he hasn't been successfully washed.Rumlow can almost imagine Chucky and Whitehall face to face, shouting "Damn, it's your little glasses!"

It was so beautiful that he dared not look directly at it.

The vest will be lost in minutes—not only the undercover agent, but even the genetically modified alien may not be able to keep it!

The image of S.H.I.E.L.D. having no conscience and no humanity, allowing its subordinates to die without any guilt completely refreshed Rumlow's three views.

Did this group of people think about the reason why he never dared to play with Chuck in actions other than chug in order to cover for Chuck?

I have worked so hard to hide people in the Hydra well, and I only need to be responsible for Uncle Dong to accompany me to eat, practice and play (chug chug), but it turned out that it was you group of "myself" who pushed Chuck out Send to death!

Conscience of heaven and earth, you of S.H.I.E.L.D. are the evil villain organization that is really hiding behind the scenes and planning to rule the world for 70 years. Master Rumlow has seen through you!

A blast at the Avengers headed by Captain America and Agent Coulson, which is why he retreated to his room to write the complete episode of "Killing Coulson".If it weren't for Uncle Dong who didn't know when he would come out from which corner, his next work would probably be "Killing the US Team".

"According to Rumlow... Isn't Chuck very dangerous?" Steve was a little worried, "How about getting him back?" Any mission has risks, but sending an undercover Xiaobai to undercover Sending a super spy undercover is a whole different level of risk!

"Don't worry, Captain." Coulson gave a thumbs up confidently, "There is also Agent Simon taking care of each other, and I have left behind, don't worry at all, it is right to give the two of them a chance to practice !"

***

At the small base of Hydra, Simmons and Chucky are sitting side by side by the viewing fountain on the edge of the park having lunch.

"I said... Simmons, why on earth are we having lunch together?"

Chucky took a bite of the bread, watched uncomfortably as Simmons briefed on the high-tech paper disguised as fish fillet wrappers, then crumpled it up and stuffed it in the trash.

"Oh, Coulson said, to be a good undercover agent, I have to make friends everywhere and get along with everyone."

"That's right. Be friends first so that others can relax their guard against you."

"That's it, that's what Coulson said, so I'm working on it!"

"Work hard...to make friends with me?"

"Exactly! We don't know each other very well, do we? I think this is a good opportunity. Let me introduce myself..."

The senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., code-named Mockingbird, is now undercover under Hydra Whitehall, the head of the security department, a senior executive, and broke a bush with a stick in a small bush.

──You two, find me a real Hipaw and make friends!fall!

The author has something to say: Director Braised Egg: Finally someone knows about me (push blindfold)

Wishbone said: I have called Chuck a thousand times, and I have treated Chuck like a douchebag

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Faxon...

Uncle Dong sat alone on a bench in the park, the low air pressure emanating from his body didn't even dare to get within ten meters of him, the stray dog ​​with the largest and most vicious land nearby.

The police officer in charge of patrolling this area once regarded him as a homeless tramp, but he was stared at by Uncle Dong when he wanted to drive him away, and he was so frightened that he smashed the wooden slats of the bench with one hand. Run away and never dare to come back.

Ordinary people dare not get close to Uncle Dong, whether it is because of his gloomy and weird eyes, or because of his scruffy appearance—the oversized casual hat T was picked up from someone else's balcony a few days ago. Wearing it on Uncle Dong’s body looks like hanging curtains on his body. Its previous owner’s living habits must have been bad. Uncle Dong found a ball of mystery that had been washed but did not know how many times it was tangled up in his pocket. Objects, as well as the dirt that cannot be washed off piece by piece on the stomach, are probably oil stains that dripped from eating.The trousers were also brought in from another family. The owner of that house was probably a white-collar worker, as you can tell from the row of 7 suit trousers swaying in the wind.

He has been used as a weapon by Hydra for 70 years, and his aesthetics must have been smashed together when he fell off the train. He never thought of the wonderful combination of high-end suit pants and dirty hat T. How strange in the eyes of passers-by.

In fact, he didn't care about these, the reason why Uncle Dong was so irritable was Rumlow.

How long Uncle Dong has been nesting in the park means how long Rumlow has not come to look for him, which is equal to how many days he was released by the nanny team.

He's still waiting for Rumlow to cash the check for him, then go find Steve with his salary, and take him home!

The legendary ghostly Winter Soldier stands at the door of the bank holding a check, facing a dilemma that is even more difficult than assassinating the president-opening a bank account.

Not everyone, like Steve, can accept an "old" guy from the 1940s with the face of a handsome guy in his 20s, not to mention that Uncle Dong's memory is messed up and he still hasn't figured out "baji" Who is it.

Uncle Dong pressed his stomach, which made him very uncomfortable for a while, although it was not unbearable, but it was quite annoying. Although it is much better now, he can still feel the pain coming from his stomach from time to time. It tastes like fire.

Every time Hydra sends out their precious assets, they will first "ready" and "collect" him back immediately after he completes the task.Until he was taken over by Rumlow's special operations team, he experienced the uncle's treatment that he had never had before (he was not sure, maybe he had experienced it before but was brainwashed?).

Strictly speaking, it has been too long for him to feel hungry, and what is too hungry to feel hungry.

But the strange thing is that apart from being physically uncomfortable, this feeling also made him feel nostalgic unexpectedly.

It seemed that he had been so hungry before, lying on the grass with a rifle in his hand, determined not to let any enemy have a chance to get close to "him" behind.

Who is that "he", but Uncle Dong can't remember at all, not only "he", but also other people, they are talking loudly inaudible words around him, every figure seems to be stamped with several layer mosaic.

Uncle Dong shook his head vigorously, tossed those messy images aside, then stood up from the bench, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head and slumped his shoulders, mixed into the crowd and left the park.

As soon as he walked to the street, he saw Rumlow's photo printed on the front page of a gossip newsstand by the side of the road, with the headline "Hero?terrorist?Future Avengers? "The article uses a huge amount of space to describe how Rumlow endured the humiliation and burdened the evil Hydra undercover, and how he was misunderstood as a criminal and was imprisoned. Fortunately, Captain America and the Avengers endorsed him. Back to the cloud in the sun.

So Rumlow is now in that ugly building.

Uncle Dong narrowed his eyes and looked towards the Avengers Building, which was still different among a group of skyscrapers, and every brick and tile gave off a "trench" atmosphere.

The warrior turned and left without taking a single cloud.

Do you think he would throw himself into a trap trying to save Rumlow?The heroes of this group of fish lips! (manual goodbye)

Anything related to Rumlo is of course looking for Chuck. Such a simple logic can't be figured out. No wonder S.H.I.E.L.D. was infiltrated so easily, an organization with no future!

Rumlow, who was playing the decoy role in the Avengers Building, sneezed several times, causing Jarvis to perform a full-body scan on him and get a dissatisfied diagnostic report, which made him spend the next day. Put up with Tony's puns and dirty jokes.

Rumlow, who had no idea that he had been decided to put Play by the bear kid, was still cursing in his heart, what kind of traps and bait were he using, he really thought he was catching a bear!When Uncle Dong really comes, he must let him beat out all these damned superheroes.

#Papa's Gorgeous Fantasy#

***

Chucky's side is a delightful lunch time by the fountain.

"I really don't understand why Coulson has to choose such an unhealthy food." Simmons threw the hamburger wrapper into the trash can, which of course was another report disguised as a wrapper, "How long has it been, I You can squeeze out so much fat!"

Raising what looked like little chicken wings to Chakri, Simmons pinched the fat on her upper arm, known as the butterfly sleeve, with a highly theatrical expression.

"Uh... I think it's okay?"

"Okay? You think that's okay? Do you know if I'm going to lose all this fat, I'd theoretically have to exercise an extra hour a day, but the fact that the sleeves are one of the hardest parts of the body to lose weight? ,this means……"

Chucky doesn't know if all women get this excited when it comes to the topic of weight, weight loss, etc., because Simmons has started babbling like an angry old hen, and even started to outline what will happen after the mission is over. She'd be too fat to squeeze through an Airbus door, an exaggerated image.

At the beginning, Chuckley would try to comfort him, but when he found that every comfort would only increase Simmons' anger by another percentage point, he began to look around while eating his lunch, using "uh huh "To deal with all the next speeches from his undercover buddies.

Until his eyes caught a man who should never be here.

The Winter Soldier appeared in the seat opposite Chuckli within the time he turned his head and turned back. With deep dark circles under his eyes, he stared at the frying pan Simmons was holding in his hand without blinking. High-calorie foods.

"...so I always wanted to develop a safe, efficient and healthy way to lose weight, but I didn't have time to concentrate on research. I was thinking...what to do?"

Simmons had just finished talking about her painful experience with weight loss and was turning the conversation toward her scientific vision when she felt Chucky poking her shoulder the entire time, sabotaging the mood of the conversation.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I was thinking about what we were talking about earlier, making friends."

"About this, uh, my side is not going very well, the people in the lab are very taciturn, and everyone is immersed in the data..."

"What if I say there is a chance here?" Chakri stretched out his index finger, pointing at Uncle Winter opposite them.

Simmons glanced at the direction he was pointing at, and didn't recognize who the decadent man was. He thought Chucky was joking with her.

"Oh, Chuck." She smiled and patted Chucky on the shoulder, "I believe what Coulson meant by befriending people with Hydra, not street bums...wait, that's... My God! That's..."

Turning an angle, Simmons could clearly see the Winter Soldier's face hidden behind his greasy-looking hair.As one of the gifted students of S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, it is impossible for Simmons not to remember their compulsory S.H.I.E.L.D. history class and the martyr James "Bucky" Barnes on the "Wall of Valor" commemorating the fallen soldiers. .

When she was dumbfounded, Chakri had already dragged Uncle Dong to the drinking fountain by the park, and wiped his face with a handkerchief soaked in water. Simmons couldn't hold back his movements so skillfully. mother.

Back then when she was a mother's baby girl, she was dragged and wiped her face like this...

"My God, how did you make yourself into such a virtue!" Chakri complained and rubbed carefully.

"Rumlo..." Uncle Dong's face fell down, and he only gave one name without beginning and end, but it was enough to make Chukri's face look ugly.

"What kind of moth did he mess with again? Did he take you to kidnap Captain America or something?"

"No, he didn't come to see me. I waited for him for days..."

"Several days? Wait, he was still in the hospital when I was discharged from the hospital. He should have been out by now, judging from the time he was in the hospital... You won't be waiting for someone these days, right? Where do you sleep? What to eat? You won't...don't tell me you sleep on a park bench?"

Uncle Dong nodded aggrievedly.

Under the light of Uncle Dong's shopping, Simmons delivered her lunch burger, which she only took a bite of.

"Come here, sit down and eat slowly." Chakri sat down on the seat they had just now with Uncle Dong, frowning as he watched the former Hi Claw ultimate weapon who was almost disabled at the ninth level without the babysitter team, devouring it.

Today, Mockingbird, who is also helping the newcomers to finish, holds his forehead to control his desire to hit the tree.

──I told you to make friends with Hipaw, not this kind of wild ones, but the ones raised in that building!

#Seniors are in the fancy heart every day#

The author has something to say: This article finally has a cover!!!!!

It's Wild Hi Claws!!!!!!

Thanks little angel Ares!!!!!!

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Chucky stuffed the dirty handkerchief, which looked like it would never be washed in a lifetime, into the trash can, crossed his arms, and paced back and forth in front of Uncle Winter, while Simmons insisted on keeping his extra lunch The action of feeding Uncle Dong with the snacks prepared in the afternoon, as for whether it was inspired by the halo of shopping or the professional interest of scientists in strengthening old popsicles in the nineties... Chucky doesn't want to study in depth, not at all.

"We have to hide him, we can't just let him roam the streets like this, of course sleeping in the park is also forbidden!"

"Of course, I totally agree!" Simmons nodded again and again, "But where? I don't think our apartment would be a good place for the two of us."

With the hydra's pissing nature, surveillance should have been installed there on their first day of work. What's even more difficult is that even if you know this, you have to pretend that you don't know anything in order not to arouse suspicion. sleep.

But the normal rhythm of life does not include raising a Winter Soldier... that is definitely the rhythm of bringing someone home with one foot and then being invited home for tea by the boss... Huh?

Chuckri felt that he had caught something.

Simmons looked back at him thoughtfully, too.

"Are you thinking the same thing as I am?"

"If you're thinking of tricks or something..."

"Oh~"

"Hmmmm~"

Agent Bobby Moore in the bushes decided that tonight's bedtime exercise would be to paste Coulson's picture on the beanbag and hit a hard round.

No, let's set this as a daily leisure sport, before she is killed by the newcomers.

Uncle Dong didn’t think too much about it. As a cool, domineering, and explosive level 10 weapon in the world, he was the only one who cheated others, and no one cheated him. , don’t you have to obediently spit it out now?

Well, now that there is a place to live and food and drink, when he comes to the house with a salary to prove that he can support Steve, then he can... well, what did Rumlow say back then ?

Oh, yes!

Get promoted and raise salary, become CEO, marry Gao Shuai Fu!

Gao Shuaifu has already been spotted, and he has a salary, so he is short of a CEO...

Uncle Dong squinted his eyes and looked at Chakri's high-claw security uniform, on which the hollow eye sockets of the eight-clawed skull octopus were facing him.

Speaking of which, Hipaw seems to be classified as a multinational (horror) enterprise with a long history (more than 70 years)?

***

Whitehall wasn't too popular with Hydra.

Of course, there is no sense of fellowship between the big bosses in Hydra, who doesn't calculate every day if there is any chance to kill each other.

After the hydra went underground, there was no leader who responded to everyone like the Red Skull back then. In the end, it became a situation where each region had its own person in charge. When things were not exposed, they could barely maintain peace and harmony. Let's play by ourselves His state, Hydra is no longer a secret, and everyone is beginning to wonder how much chance they have to become the Red Skull of the new century. The status that people look up to.

Among these people, Alexander Pierce may be regarded as an outlier. The politician's long-sleeved skills make him have a good impression in front of any big boss. Just because he deceived Nick Fury, the ace spy of S.H.I.E.L.D., for so many years, It can be seen that Pierce's means are superb.

But Whitehall is different, he has always been a scientific madman, probably only Pierce can tolerate Whitehall's madness, released him from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Now took over Pierce's territory.

If Red Skull is a mythology fanatic, Whitehall is presumably a "scientific" mythology fanatic.

In fact, the two of them could really talk a few words in Hydra.

You read that right, Whitehall's age is not what he looks like, but the same age as the Red Skull, Captain America and the Winter Soldier.

So how thrilled he was when his men reported seeing the Winter Soldier, who had disappeared after the Battle of New York!

Although what he wants to study most now is the "0-8-4" obelisk, which was started during World War II and has not been able to be cracked so far, but this does not prevent him from studying the magic of Erkins serum!

Everyone knows that Captain America changed from a weak chicken to a strong man because of Erkins' serum, but there is really no second person in this world who really knows the ingredients of the serum, how it works, etc., must In other words, Zola, who was with the Red Skull back then, should be the closest to Erkins' original version of the serum he imitated!

"Mr Bakshi!"

Whitehall clenched his fists and called out to his left and right hands.It's been a long time since he took the stage with a scalpel in hand, and the last time he was studying that magical woman, he couldn't wait to cut open the flesh of the legendary ghost warrior with his own hands, and pry into the secrets hidden in the blood of those organizations.

"Bring me the Winter Soldier."

Bakshi, who was proud in front of others, didn't even dare to show his breath when facing Whitehall. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when he suddenly heard that he was assigned such a task.

That's a murderer without blinking an eye, a murderous murderer like a hell ghost!Haven't seen what kind of life the special forces under Pierce lived back then!People are carried into the hospital almost every day!That's still a group of rough men who can blow his teeth away with a single punch!He is just a little assistant who has to take a few breaths while running a hundred meters. Is this the rhythm for him to deliver food to the Winter Soldier?

"Manpower is at your disposal."

He didn't know whether it was Bakshi's expression of going to the execution ground that moved Whitehall or other reasons, he didn't dare to ask more, and he gritted his teeth and left after agreeing in a few words.

"Oh, by the way, let's see if our new development of the Obelisk can be put into practical use."

Bakshi's footsteps paused almost imperceptibly, and he strode out again.

"Take your things and follow me with two teams!"

***

Chakri helped Uncle Winter pack his equipment again.

S.H.I.E.L.D. would not equip him with a weapon when he and the special forces team were taken into custody for interrogation, and even the function of the metal arm was restricted.Even if those agents were hit by Uncle Dong's aura of buying and buying afterwards, they were completely unsteady.

That is to say, Uncle Dong is basically wearing a whiteboard outfit now, but because his level is too high and he is a famous monster, few people dare to provoke him.

──It's really good luck.

Chakri went to prepare the weapons and guns that Uncle Dong usually used, while Simmons leaned on the metal arm to study carefully. Although the weapon is Fitz's specialty, as a biological expert, if this If the arm is studied as a bionic prosthesis, she can still see a way.

"This is so ^#%*$! So &#$_%*!"

Chucky took out two guns and put them on the table in a daze. Since the three of them moved to his apartment, Simmons stopped talking.

Those BlahBlah scientific bubbles will be automatically filtered into garbled characters and noises in Chakri's ears.

Looking at the current state, the arm is probably repaired... right?

"Simmons will fix your arm for you, and if you're okay, eat some fruit first."

After estimating the time it would take to repair the robotic arm, he took two apples and put them in front of Uncle Dong. After a while, he brought a cup of hot milk and put them there to make sure that Uncle Dong had food and drink. He should be able to be held for a while. Only then did he turn around and continue to prepare the weapon supplies for Uncle Dong.

"By the way, where did Rumlow go? Shouldn't he be the most nervous? Are you afraid that you will lose it or run away with the shield?"

While Chakri complained that Rumlow was adding to the confusion at this juncture, the movements of his hands were still very skilled. It didn't take long to prepare a set of simple equipment, and the two hot weapons outside should be enough for emergencies.

That's why I thought about it, so I came to the door for a test in an emergency──

Bakshi, dressed in a neat suit, stood behind the heavily armed fighters and ordered:

"Bring me back the assets!"

Chuckri blinked, turned and went back into the room as the group of men with guns rushed in, and let there be a chug and a male version of the high-octave scream outside.

It's too bad, I seem to have forgotten to buy candles when I moved in. I don't know if I can replace it with a lighter?

Holding a lighter in each of his left and right hands, he walked out of the room and lit two flames in front of the paralyzed Bakshi:

"Hey Yo Hi Claw?"

The author has something to say: Whitehall and his friends have entered death mode~

话说我4/3-4/5要去西安旅游~有没有西安的小伙伴推荐一下美食23333

The time is very short, mainly playing in Huimin Street and the Bell and Drum Tower~

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Bakshi could hear his teeth chattering and rattling, which was quite annoying, but he couldn't control his jaw from chattering.

God bless!He has practiced one and a half moves, but he knows that these three-legged cat kung fu is not worth mentioning in front of the Winter Soldier. His arms... Oh, no, no, no!He doesn't need a metal arm at all, he can break his own neck with just his normal right hand!

Bakshi watched his subordinates helplessly—equipped with sophisticated weapons, good defensive equipment, and received strict and meticulous training—these people came from veterans and mercenaries, each of whom had rich experience in combat. With experience, an ambush raid like this should be a piece of cake for them.

Provided they don't run into the Winter Soldier.

Even with just one hand (not a more powerful robotic arm) the Winter Soldier still beats them like a grandson.

When the first man came in, the Winter Soldier grabbed the gun that Chucky had left on the table and pointed it at his knee.

The opponent threw himself forward out of inertia, and hugged his legs reflexively with both hands. The weapon that was originally in his hand slid towards the Winter Soldier, and he grabbed it into his hand.

A series of actions was only a matter of a few seconds, and Bakshi was just about to growl and roar at this group of useless idiots when the black muzzle of the gun was already aimed at his nose.And the guy in the security uniform came out with two lighters!This means lighting candles for him!Yeah?

"You... you actually... Hydra won't tolerate traitors!"

Bakshi tried to make himself look full of the majesty of a superior, but needless to say he knew it was a complete failure, his stammering voice sounded like a softie, at least he was stern!

"Simmons, do me a favor and find the magazines on them too, thanks!"

"No problem! Uh... is this what I was thinking?"

"Let me see, um, the grenade version of the Haomeng gun. Take two back to study?"

"Is it possible? Thank you! Last time Coulson only brought back shell casings. It is better to have a complete grenade for the internal structure."

"..." Is this the start of dividing up the spoils in a fair manner?The sufferer is still here, okay?

Bakshi wanted to speak a few times, and the barrel of the Winter Soldier would hit his nose to refresh his sense of existence. He could only watch helplessly as the man and woman wheezed and stripped the men he had brought with him. The innermost layer of underwear that can't hide anything was left behind, and all other equipment was searched clean.

When Simmons took a bandage to tie up the Hydra agents lying on the ground to stop the bleeding, Bakshi had already started to imagine the tragic pictures of various tortures in history that were about to be applied to them—he didn’t believe this group of people He would kindly let them live, and he wouldn't do it if it was him.

But as long as it is an individual at this time, they still want to rescue them, and have a counterattack before they die.

Bakshi bet all his hopes on the "sample" that Dr. Whitehall asked him to bring. It was something their scientists got out of the obelisk. Bakshi had seen an experiment before. He is extremely aggressive, not much worse than the Obelisk itself, he can't (and dare not) shoot the Winter Soldier, but if those two traitors want to come and search him...

Determined to sacrifice the room's elite agents for their own escape, Bakshi continued to maintain his terrified expression, which was not difficult at all, as long as the Winter Soldier continued to stick a gun in front of his nose.

Chakri put the unplugged equipment and a pile of messy things aside, rubbed his hands and approached Bakshi with a smile, Simmons pressed the back of his hand to his forehead behind him, and made an exaggerated dizzy gesture to show that she was sorry Chakri showed this expression of helplessness.

"Now, Mr. Bakshi." Chakri dragged a chair over, put it heavily in front of Bakshi with a "boom", hugged the back of the chair and sat on it, with a brighter smile on his face, "Let's talk ?”

"Talk about... about what?"

Bakshi propped his hands on the ground, twisted his buttocks and flinched slowly. This flinching movement was very in line with his current status of being under the control of others, and the Winter Soldier didn't respond to his movement.

"Well, let me think about it... oh! How about talking about our mutual boss, Whitehall? Isn't gossip about the boss after hours something any normal employee of sound mind and body would do?"

Chakri tapped his ten fingers on the back of the chair regularly, and blinked deliberately and quickly when he was talking about gossip, with a completely "dude, come on August [-]" demeanor.

"Don't be like this, buddy, I thought you should know very well that you didn't get shot in the head when you just broke in, and you didn't roll on your knees with your little friend, which means we didn't mean to you How about it."

After Chakri finished speaking, he tilted his head and added:

"As long as you are willing to cooperate, the attitude