[US Team 2] Hey Yo~ Hey Claw!

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☆, 09

Chakri strode forward with his head down, forcing himself to focus on the seam between the tiles, not on the whispers floating in the air.

"is it him?"

"Oh, my God, it's him!"

"Where do you think he is going?"

"It must be that..."

"Did you see that? Do you think if we asked him, would he tell us 'that'?"

"Absolutely not." Chucky muttered to himself in a low voice, "because 'he' wants to put your head on your head right now until the next century."

Chakri has had enough of being the "he" these people call him. Do these people think he's deaf after a trip to Russia or something?

Stopping in front of the electronic lock to swipe the card, press the fingerprint, and push the door after hearing the beep—he has become so familiar with this series of actions within a week that he can do it perfectly without raising his head.

"Thank God! You're finally here!"

Even Chakri was familiar with the string of words that greeted him after opening the door.

"what happened again?"

Chakri pushed away the excited researcher impatiently, and walked deep into the room familiarly.Don't blame him for his disrespectful behavior. If you don't have a moment of leisure no matter where you are every day, even when you are squatting on the toilet, you will be summoned again and again by this group of white coats. Buddha would be mad.

"As you know, he is not cooperating again."

The researcher had to trot to keep up with Chucky, and he explained to Chucky as he ran:

"Just routine checks, I swear no one said anything or did anything superfluous."

"If I were to say it, I would say that this set of routine examinations is already redundant." Chakri gave the researcher a sneer, "I can't see what you can test with the blood drawn every day, could it be Do you still expect that in the blink of an eye, there will be 20 different ingredients in his blood for you to win the Nobel Prize?"

"Don't be so sharp, sir, this is science! Progress requires experiments!" The white coat changed into a tone of teaching a 5-year-old child, "It's not just blood in his veins, but super soldier serum, which can almost be called It is a product of a scientific miracle, can you believe it? In the last century, there was such a medicine that can change human beings from the genetic level! This——is the 'future', and it is flowing in his veins!"

"It's not that I want to hit you, but I think that if no one can solve the mystery of the serum after nearly a century, why do you think you can do it now?"

Chakri really didn't know where the confidence of these HYDRA scientists came from.

"That's why we have to study thoroughly! There, it's up to you."

The white coat tapped his shoulder with his fingertips, looked expectantly at Chucky, then at the Winter Soldier who almost formed a clear circle around him, and said in his eyes: "Come on! Why are you still not moving?"

Chuckri slumped his shoulders, sighed almost inaudibly, and walked towards the Winter Soldier tied to the chair under the eyes of the others.

The Winter Soldier's hands were fixed to the armrests of the chair, and his feet and torso were also tightly bound, leaving only one head free to move.

Even so, he managed to scare the shit out of a group of scientists who pretended to be highly civilized people, and had to bring Chakri to the rescue.

"Hey, soldier." Chucky pulled a chair over and sat opposite the Winter Soldier, leaning forward slightly, clasping his hands on his knees, "They're bothering you again, come on, let me see Let's see what they're up to again, shall we?"

The Winter Soldier blinked at Chucky, and it took a few minutes before he seemed to remember who the man was, before relaxing his tense body.

"Fine, fine, take it easy, that's it...you're doing fine, soldier."

Chucky moved forward slowly, trying not to look threatening, and he saw a few broken needles still stuck in the Winter Soldier's arm, probably because they didn't know what to do when they injected. stimulate each other.

"Okay, it's okay, I'm going to take these needles off now, okay?"

Chuckri looked up at the silent Winter Soldier, pointed at the few needles, and waited for a response.

The Winter Soldier frowned, moved his lips twice, and finally nodded with a reluctant pout.

Chuckri pulled out the needle almost as soon as the head fell, and threw it into the metal plate next to it.As for the cotton pressurization, there is no need for it at all. The blood has just emerged, and this strengthened body has already actively stopped the bleeding.

"God, I feel like the principal of a kindergarten." Chucky slapped himself on the face, trying not to look at the aggrieved face, "Welcome to Hi Claw Kindergarten, murder, arson, and anti-social education start from the baby rise."

His whisper to himself was not heard by the surrounding scientists. They were eager to send someone out to ask Chakri away, and then they could continue the next round of "physical examination" until the Winter Soldier went crazy again. They had to call for help.

"Okay, you guys—" Chuckri took a deep breath until he felt his lungs were about to explode, "pack your things, utensils, files that are so secret that I can't even read them...then, get out."

"what!"

"Wait, Daemon, we appreciate your help but..."

"Did I not speak clearly?" Chakri supported his neck, tilted his head from side to side, and heard the crackling sound of his joints, "Pack up, leave, understand?"

"You have no authority, you are not our department..."

"GETLOST!"

"Okay, okay, no problem, just get out!"

The first researcher who was not afraid of death was pinned to the wall by Chakri, drawing bloodstains all the way until he was pushed out the door. No one had any dissatisfaction with Yuan Yuan's idea of ​​leaving.

Chucky stared at them until the last person rushed out holding his briefcase that was about to explode, and fell on the door the moment he crossed the threshold, and then he sealed the door of the research room, and the whole room Inside, he and the Winter Soldier were the only ones left looking at each other.

"Oh, dear." He sat back on the chair, buried his fingers in his hair, and tried to calm himself down, "What should I do with you."

Facing the fact that the Winter Soldier might be a good friend of Captain America (whether it is a black technology clone or not), Chucky feels that he cannot leave him to Hydra.

But equally, he couldn't turn people over to S.H.I.E.L.D. -- at least not the Winter Soldier in his current state.

He could imagine what Nick Fury would do.It's not that Fury's a bad guy, but he's a realist, and he's not going to try to help the Winter Soldier get back into society because of, "Oh my god, that's the fabled Sergeant Barnes!" The focus is more on the balance between the various forces, which means that there is more possibility that he will choose to let the Winter Soldier continue to be a ghost that does not exist, and perform some "special" tasks. Soldiers who don't care about anything can't be found all over the street.

This is why Chucky has been procrastinating and not trying to disclose the news to Coulson or others. It just so happens that Fury has been very busy recently. During the New Mexico incident, the Asgardians brought a "destroyer". Although the powerful metal robot was blown up, its parts and wreckage have been collected by S.H.I.E.L.D., Chakri heard a lot of rumors (the benefits of having a high-ranking official as a superior), it seems that ZF intends to study these wreckage, Instead, part of the technology was used in weapon development, and Fury was dealing with the group of bureaucrats.

Similarly, Chucky was sure that Pierce would not let the Winter Soldier go so easily. The manual clearly explained how lethal this man, who was regarded as an asset by Hydra, was. At that point in time, he was definitely not brought here by Pierce just to draw blood for research. Chucky couldn't tell what Pierce wanted, he could only be sure that no matter what it was, he wouldn't like it.

"Are you ok?"

Chuckli heard a soft voice, and as soon as he put his hands down, he saw a face that was more tangled than his.The Winter Soldier himself looks more troubled by "why am I asking this question" himself, eyebrows furrowed together.

"It's fine. I'm fine, thanks."

Chuckri cracked a smile, trying to get all the clutter out of his mind as he bent to unlock the locks that controlled the Winter Soldier's movements.

"Come on, soldier, go find a way to make you look good first." Chuckley wrinkled his nose, and led the Winter Soldier to the bathroom in his memory, muttering like an old lady: "I I can't believe that group of research geeks can't even think of helping you sort out such basic things, what are their golden minds doing."

If the science nerds who are locked out see the murderous Winter Soldier being led away obediently, then they will definitely perform very well.

It's a pity they didn't have this chance.

***

Coulson showed up at the seat reserved by Chuckli at exactly 9 o'clock in the evening, with a smile on his face and his suit without any wrinkles, and every detail of his body screamed: "Yes, brother is Jing Britain."

"Please sit down, Agent Coulson." Chuckri pointed to the seat opposite him, watched Coulson pull out the chair and sit down, browsed the menu and ordered the waiter, "To be honest, I didn't expect you would really Come."

"Yeah, I've been quite busy recently." Coulson smiled, adjusted his sitting posture, and found a comfortable angle for himself, "But I think I can still find time to drink a cup of tea with my friends."

"Oh, so can I assume I'm on your friend list?"

"Well, you're probably in this position now, but...that's what YES means."

Coulson picked up the rectangular napkin on the side and compared the bottom part, indicating that Chucky is now at the end of the friend list.

The waiter delivered the meal in a timely manner, which eased the little embarrassment between Coulson and Chakri.

"Black tea and madeleine, did they bring back any special memories for you?"

Looking at the steaming black tea and the shell-shaped cakes in front of Coulson, Chuckri was a little surprised that he actually liked such sweets.

"Sorry?" Coulson blinked, not understanding Chucky's question for a while.

""A'lare cherché du temps perdu"? A literary appreciation course at S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Chakri tried to make Coulson understand what he was playing.

"Ah! I remembered. Cultural elective!"

"Yeah... Ballroom dancing, literature appreciation, wine and coffee tasting... my nightmare back then."

"Why?" Coulson looked surprised, "Compared with other courses, most of us at that time regarded these courses as a kind of relaxation and leisure!"

"Ballroom dancing may be, although the woman in my group nearly crushed the instep of my foot, but reading the various moans of an insomniac... Well, I'm not a literary youth, and Madeleine is Madeleine Lotus, so sweet, so soft, and great with black tea, I can end my description in three sentences, not three pages!"

While talking, Chuckri reached out and took a piece of madeleine cake from Coulson's dessert plate, stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite.

"Well...well, I guess...everyone has different interests. One of my contemporaries had a serious coffee aversion."

Coulson nodded, watching with some regret that the piece of madeleine was wiped out.

"But I don't think you specially asked me out to discuss the literature appreciation class?"

"What? Of course not." Chucky waved his hand, as if thinking of something dark, the expression on his face suddenly dimmed, "Uh, let me assume this, if! I mean if! You Discover your idols, not the ones you can see on the screen now, but earlier ones, such as childhood idols..."

"You mean like Captain America?"

"YES! That's it, Captain America, this is a great example! If you found Captain America in front of you, running and jumping in front of you alive, and he looked like he needed help, what would you do?"

Chucky was eagerly waiting for Coulson's answer. Although he couldn't be said to be a big fan of Captain America and the Roaring Commando, he did admire these people, so he felt that there should be no Too off topic, and he really needs someone to give him some advice about the Winter Soldier—this guy is already showing signs of becoming a kid!

"If Captain America needs my help..."

Coulson's eyes suddenly lit up, and Chucky couldn't tell whether it was because of the reflection of the light from the building outside the window or his psychological effect, but he did feel that Coulson's aura had changed.

"I will go through fire and water to help the captain! Then ask him to sign for me!"

Chucky tries hard not to lose his eyes, especially as Coulson pulls out a Captain America collectible card from the inside pocket of his suit.

It was a mistake to talk to a fan of the brainless...it didn't help at all...

☆, 10

Chucky once again saw Tony Stark surrounded by the crowd in the hall of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Mr. Stark, I can ask you about the transmission machine that was improved last time..."

Needless to say, this must have come from the R&D department.

"Mr. Stark, could you please sign my name here? This is the Iron Man model that my nephew made in art class!"

Aha, of course good relatives are also indispensable.

"OHMYGOD! That's Tony Stark! He looks better in person than on TV!"

...How could he forget such omnipresent creatures as Mimei?

"Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me, ma'am, let me pass."

Chucky struggled to swim against the tide of Iron Man fans. In all fairness, he felt that it was more difficult than getting money in a group of bomb-carrying terrorists.

When he finally broke through the crowd, entered the elevator, and appeared safely on Pierce's office floor, the neatly pressed suit and perfectly blown hair before he went out this morning were all beaten back to their original shape.

As agents, some people are destined to be unable to become a special existence as tidy and clean as Coulson.

Walking in the corridor leading to Pierce's office, Chucky met Rumlow and Rollins who came out of nowhere, and found a rather resentful phenomenon──these two guys are also human models kind!

"The freight elevator is your best friend forever."

With a meaningful smile on Rumlow's face, he patted Chakri on the shoulder, who was standing still.

"The doorman is your best friend forever."

Rollins gave him the thumbs up, showing a perfect eight-toothed smile.

Chuckri watched them step briskly, and entered Pierce's office first, and ran the conversation between the two of them again in his mind.

"The freight elevator is your best friend forever." ──They came up from the freight elevator.

"The porter security is your good friend forever." ──They got the news from the porter that Stark was in the hall.

From the two of them, they knew that their appearance was due to jostling with Stark's fans...

"I'm stupid! You won't remind me when you see me!"

Chucky refused to talk to Rumlow and Rollins until lunchtime, and would have done so had it not been too difficult for him to make eye contact.

There is no love from colleagues. Although he is a (self-confessed) undercover Hydra, we are all from the same country in name anyway, right?He actually watched him being ravaged by a group of ferocious uncles and aunts and irrational fans. Those mixed perfumes, shampoos, cosmetics, cologne, body odor, and foot odor...

Chuckri felt that the memory alone was enough to bring tears to his eyes.

"Comeon! Man! Don't worry about little things like this?"

Rumlow sat next to Chakri with Rollins on the left and right, holding the dinner plate,

"A small matter? You call this a small matter?"

"Of course, it's just a bunch of noisy women."

Rollins took a sip of the soup and shrugged indifferently.

"Besides, I heard people say that Stark will stay in the bureau for several days this time, wait and see when the news spreads."

Huge waves have appeared in Chuckley's mind, and every drop of water is made up of Iron Man fans with teeth and claws.

"What the hell is he doing here!" Chuckri felt that he needed to find an asthma inhaler, and he couldn't stand the slightly greater stimulation.

"Probably because of 'hate'?" Rumro rubbed his chin, and finally nodded affirmatively, "No, it should be for the purpose of hate."

"What? Fury doesn't want Bronski?"

Chuckri rubbed his nose, thinking that Pierce had been meeting with members of the Security Council in order to imply that they were putting pressure on Fury to let the abomination join the Avengers. If this was the result, Boss Pi would definitely be unhappy.

"Obviously, he doesn't want it." Rollins showed a toothache. "If I'm being honest, I don't want to team up with the guy either."

"But what does this have to do with Stark?" Chuckri widened his eyes and tried to find out the hidden little secrets from these two guys who are always in trouble, "They will never let Stark take Brown Ski bought it home as a security guard?"

"Who knows, he is a consultant." Rumlow said.

"Yeah, consultant, what a prestigious position." Rollins.

"But in many cases, not all problems can be solved with money." Rumlow's tone suddenly changed, and he forked a tomato from the plate proudly and stuffed it into his mouth, "This is a clear statement from the military. Order, and even if Fury was blind in both eyes, they'd make a Braille version and put it on his desk. Even Stark's American knife is useless sometimes."

"And for Fury's little helper Coulson, we also sent Sitwell to deal with him." Rollins was also very proud.

Chuckley didn't want to point out that he had been studying Sitwell for a long time, and he didn't find anything that this little bald head could "deal with" Coulson.

"Okay, then I'm probably going to sleep in the office for the next few days, and I don't want to compete with aunt for the elevator at all."

So he chose to change the topic, and first prepared his sleeping bag for the miserable life of living in the office for the next few days.He could already foresee the image of those idiot scientists waking him up at three o'clock in the middle of the night to sing goodnight to the Winter Soldier, and this time he couldn't pretend that the phone was out of battery and couldn't receive the call.

"Actually, I suggest that you go back to pack and bring more insect repellants besides the sleeping bag." Rumlow said with a mouth full of food, "I personally recommend the ○ brand, it's really good use."

"What are you doing? Are you going to work again?"

Chucky was a bit surprised, he thought he'd have to continue being a daycare babysitter for a while, and with the Winter Soldier getting new robotic arms, he's getting harder to coax.

"That's right, you took a S.H.I.E.L.D. team to chase Banner." Rumlow said while reaching for the Black Eagle logo on the sleeve of his uniform.

"We have to make sure that dangerous people like Banner are far away from the country, so that innocent people will not be hurt. S.H.I.E.L.D. has always taken the protection of people as its top priority."

Rumlow's eyes were meaningful, and Chakri raised his eyebrows. He didn't respond much to this, but simply took the S.H.I.E.L.D. official document from the other party and pulled out the personnel file inside.

Uh huh, another batch of false Aegis True Claws list has started.

"Don't worry, tell Pierce I'll make Banner go away."

Far away, even Fury couldn't find him, which is what Pierce wanted.Just as Fury didn't want Bronski on the team, Pierce didn't want Banner recruited by Fury.

Chakri picked up the plate he had eaten and walked towards the recycling counter. Just as he put away the plate and was about to leave the restaurant, he still couldn't help asking: "I didn't see the asset information here, you guys Will there be another team?"

"Oh, yes. I forgot to tell you that the new equipment has arrived. When you come back, you can see the real power of the asset, at least that's what the officer said."

Rumlow waved to him, "Before that, give yourself a vacation and enjoy the green nature."

"Sure I will, Bitch!"

"Arrivederci~"

Chuckri responded with two middle fingers before the elevator doors closed.

***

There were several conflicts between Bruce Banner and Chucky's team, most of which were caused by Chucky's initiative to provoke others.

Pierce felt that he was too involved with the Winter Soldier and sent him on a mission with an indefinite return date, and he just lacked a legitimate reason to reduce Hydra.

Chakri tried his best to tell himself that this was not a personal grievance. He and the Winter Soldier had only known each other for more than a month, and the number of times they met really counted. The sum of them was far less than half a month. They could only be regarded as strangers at all. He shouldn't get emotional about a stranger who is somewhat familiar.

──Self-control.

This is the first lesson as an agent, he has been in control for so many years, and he will continue to be good in the future.

But from another point of view, he can 100% assert that no matter what coup Hydra comes up with, it is absolutely far from the word "humanity" that cannot be reached through a wormhole.

Which means that guy is going to be even worse than he is now—oh, wait, where else can he go?Isn't he now a living anthropomorphism of tragedy?

It all makes Chucky a little bit, just a little bit, regret that he didn't pack the Winter Soldier straight to Nick Fury's office door.

So he simply transferred all the extra emotions to "how to effectively irritate Bruce Banner", watching the green Hulk jumping out, and Agent Hi Claw flying high always made him feel very happy.Anyway, his task is to drive Banner away. According to the character of the good Dr. Banner, once he knows that he will be irritated, transform and hurt others, he will run into the wilderness without looking back.

Unfortunately, field missions always involve some casualties.

Everything went smoothly. Banner originally hid in some remote villages or slums. As a doctor, he was very popular in these places. Those struggling at the poverty level would not care whether he was a licensed doctor or For black cards, as long as they can cure their headaches and brain fever, it will be great.

And Hydra... oh no, it's the "SHIELD" people who are always lingering, constantly harassing Banner, those "SHIELD" agents are even more rude, always confronting Banner The patient was violent, which always aroused Banner's anger.

So the Hulk—casualty—runs away.

Just when Chucky thought he could spend like this until all Hydra teams were destroyed, Bruce Banner, his mission target, appeared in front of Chucky.

Chakri sees a lot of things in Banner's eyes, there's disgust, anger (that tinge of green) but more fatigue and questioning.

"So, I was right, you are their leader."

When Banner opened his mouth, Chucky wanted to bang his head on the door.

"Doctor, are you going to hurt someone like this when we first meet? Are you sure?"

"Uh, sorry?" Banner looked even more confused, he narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, seeing Chukri's current situation, he felt that he understood what he meant, "I didn't mean to be in this situation... ...I...I think I can wait by..."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Chucky talked to Banner while pulling up his pants, "Actually, I'm used to being disturbed when squatting on the toilet. Thanks to my good colleagues."

Banner's eyes clearly read: "Are all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents perverted?"

"I have no comment on this issue." Chucky just wanted to get rid of the toilet topic quickly, "I want to ask, how do you know I am responsible? I know my spy skills are tearful, but that Compared with Mockingbird or Black Widow, do ordinary people now have their own anti-espionage armor?"

Under Chuck's expressionless stare, Banner suddenly smiled, and then he giggled directly. This change made Chuckley hardly know how to react.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just... I know you're a good person, and I've seen you appease those people more than once after I turned into Hulk and destroyed them. I've seen you provide them with money and medicine."

Chuckley's face froze in embarrassment. What Banner said was done secretly in private. He felt that no matter how much he wanted to use Banner's knife to kill Hydra, he would affect these people who lived in the last The poor man at the bottom is also true, he just wants to make himself feel better.

"I just thought it was weird at first, you seem to be a good person, but the things your subordinates do, ahem."

Banner shook his head with a look of disapproval.

"You are not with them, but you are their chief... I think it's better to come to you directly and explain clearly. I'm not interested in punishing evil and promoting good or being a hero, so..."

Chucky knew what Banner was going to say next.

He somehow discovered his little trick of killing snakes with a knife, and now he officially said that his elder brother didn't want to play, after he endured it for a few months.

"Will you be angry if I say no?"

Chuckri felt that he could gamble that since Banner dared to talk to him directly, then he should not want to cause harm.

"No." The haggard doctor smiled and shook his head.

This answer made Chuckley breathe a sigh of relief, but before he could speak, Banner's second half of his sentence made him dumbfounded on the spot.

"Because I was very angry all the time."

"..."

"You and your team have improved my tolerance to anger to a certain extent. It's a bit like taste numbness. If you eat too much sweets, you won't feel the sweetness."

"..."

"I just want to suggest, have you considered running an EQ management classroom after retirement?"

"..."

"Okay, pure advice, so... bye?"

The doctor turned around, and Hulk, who was wearing big pants, roared and smashed out of the way, disappearing from Chucky's sight.

"...I hate scientists."

Chakri watched as the makeshift toilet toppled behind him, leaving nothing but an uncovered toilet bowl.

The author has something to say: The time is at the time of the Marvel short film "Aegis Advisor"

The next step is to move the US team's big ice cube out.

This is mainly to write about Chakri's personality from the side.

He's not [-]% a good guy

It's not the kind of personality that can fight to the end for justice, otherwise he would just jump out and expose his claws. If he was the captain, he would do this, but Chuck's first consideration is to save his life.

But he is not cold-blooded and ruthless, so he has never been able to accept Hipaw

He will feel that Baji is very pitiful, and those ordinary people are very pitiful

But he's not noble enough to save them

Or come to a Japanese manga protagonist-style declaration: I want to pursue a way in which no decent villain is dead!

He can only do what he can.

Did not expect to be caught by the doctor [-]

☆, 11

Pierce didn't care at all whether Banner was killed or not. He also knew that killing Hulk was not a task that ordinary people could accomplish.He just needs to make sure that Nick Fury can't successfully recruit Banner.For a person who has been hunted down by "SHIELD" for several months, it will be his instinct to run away when he sees SHIELD, especially Bruce Banner, who has no ambitions and just wants to live in peace Type-wise, these few months have been enough for him to realize clearly: S.H.I.E.L.D. = trouble.

Thinking that from now on, no matter who Nick sent, he would be regarded as a plague by Banner, Pierce felt very good.

He really didn't expect that Chucky could push Banner to this point. Pierce always thought that facing Hulk, they would roll back in despair in about a week. Criticize: "As an elite, you can't even drive people away, you are worthy of the word elite!" Then you can give leniency at the end: "Well, actually, I also know that the nature of this task is special, But I very much hope that you can work harder next time to make yourself worthy of your own rank."

Lifting it up high and putting it down gently, Pierce had already figured out how to sing the script, but in the end there was an overfulfillment?

Although it's a pity that Liwei lost a chance to control him, when Nick heard that Banner transformed into Hulk and rushed all the way from America to Maple Leaf Country next door, his face looked distorted as if he was about to have a stroke, Pierce felt refreshed all over his body, even if he didn't teach his subordinates for half a year, it was worth it.

Not to mention that the Winter Soldier is now fully ready for the mission. Although Chucky is not there, it is not easy to get him into the brainwashing machine, but he still managed to achieve his goal, washing away the noise that should not be there, Hydra's mightiest fist is what the Winter Soldier should be.

"What's the status of the assets?" Pierce waved the pen in his hand and signed the document without looking up.

"Stable." Rumlow put his hands behind his back, and answered each of Pierce's questions in detail, "The R&D department said that the new arm still needs some adjustments, and they plan to install an emergency restart mechanism, in order to prevent EMP attacks. class status."

"Very good, very good." Pierce nodded, and his tone sounded satisfied, "Very good, I'm glad to see my people can do their best, and the new order in the future needs people like you. Have you evaluated The actual combat capability of the assets?"

"As far as the current situation is concerned, he... is a master. I don't mean pure skills, skills can be trained, but... I don't know clearly, I just feel that there is something missing in him, which makes him There's something... weird about him?"

"Fear, Brock." Pierce put down the pen, raised his head, clasped his fingers, and looked at Pierce with a smile. "What assets lack is human fear."

The officer behind the desk suddenly grabbed the letter opener next to him and stabbed Rumlow in the eye without warning.The HYDRA agent reacted immediately and grabbed the weapon with his bare hands, but before doing so, there was a brief moment - a few seconds or so - before he stepped back and closed his eyes.

"Understood? Human instinct makes you want to protect yourself. You must close your eyes, hold your head, and curl yourself up... These are all actions out of self-preservation, because our bodies are afraid of being hurt."

Rumlow seemed to be slowly understanding why the Winter Soldier seemed weird to him.

That person... No, how can a thing that lacks human instinct be called a person, that asset, he has no fear, and in the same situation just now, Asset would not even blink his eyelids, he would directly eliminate the threat.If the scene is changed to a battle, a humanoid weapon that ignores the enemy's pressure and just goes forward will definitely be very effective in scaring the enemy out of their courage.

"It seems that you have fully understood the usage of assets." Pierce nodded with satisfaction, sat back on the chair, put on his suit jacket, and smoothed the last crease on it, "Use it well, it's precision technology, I It took a lot of effort to grab the top priority user from others.