[Zhongyingmei] This villain has nothing to say

When the environment is quiet enough, the sound from the microphone of the mobile phone is enough for people around to hear.

The people present were all people whose hearing was above the passing mark. When the captain answered the phone, the building couldn't be said to be very quiet, it could only be said to be very, very special.

So everyone didn't miss what the captain said on the phone.

"Friday," Tony called out immediately.Neither he nor Nick Fury could continue the argument.

"Yes, boss." Knowing what this sound meant on Friday, she quickly responded, "Mr. Rogers, I'm sorry to hear your call, and I have checked the surveillance near the hospital to lock down a suspect's information. Miss Soos has not been found yet, if there is any news about her, I will send it to you as soon as possible."

"Thank you." Steve stood up from his seat.

There was hardly anything unusual about that stern face—if the sound of cracking the phone screen when he hung up the phone was really just everyone's illusion.

"Stark," his voice remained calm before he left, "I need your help next."

It's not uncommon for Tony to ask for help.Clint thought.But at least, the captain still knows how to find someone to help, to prove that he is still sane, right?

... There are ghosts online!

The captain is like a moving eye of the storm, always on the verge of eruption.

Yes, he admitted that his imagination was poor, but can anyone really imagine what it would be like if the captain, who couldn't easily provoke the enemy, would be angry?

God knows how much Clint wanted the captain not to use such a lethal weapon when Steve picked up the shield and walked out—hell, what was he thinking, what kind of lethal weapon is a shield, Steve wouldn't know what is he doing

Barton thought the day was bad enough, but it seemed far from the worst.

……

Why are there always people in this world who don't know how to fear, and who don't know how to maintain proper awe for the pain that this world gives.

The doctor in medical gloves thought compassionately as he slowly filled the tray with his surgical tools.

Bernard Hughes, in his more than ten years of medical career, has encountered many such people: ignorant and fearless young rebellious teenagers who think that they are the center of the world, and that they can be spared from suffering because they think that they are the heirs of God The middle-aged teacher, after a long time, the perpetrator will forget the fear

righteous gang...

Unlucky fellows, they were very sick, and it didn't matter, he'd make them remember what it was like to be afraid.He'd make them remember, and... save that fear in their despair.

In a high-end apartment somewhere in New York, in a dark work room hidden behind a cubicle, a man in a white coat patiently disinfected his saws and electric knives one by one.

Behind the man, under the dim light, square glass containers were neatly arranged above the bookshelves, and the objects soaked in the antiseptic liquid were obscure.

Burnett met another such person today, a girl who seemed to be unaffected by pain, a girl who had no fear in her eyes.

She has beautiful and hateful eyes, yes, he can still remember the first time he saw her.How patient is the Creator to create such flawless colors, those clean eyes like melting silver, how rare, she will be the most beautiful one in her collection...

From the moment he saw her, the idea of ​​taking her away had arisen in his heart for no reason.

No... something is wrong, something is wrong.

Why did he suddenly have such a strong desire, today... Today is his working day, if I remember correctly, he was assigned an evening shift, why did he have such an urgent urge to bring that girl back?

It's too dangerous, he did a stupid thing without a perfect alibi, he would never do this to leave himself in such trouble.

But it has always been like a voice whispering in his heart, take her away, do what you want...

What he wants? ...let the calm little guy scream, gouged out her beautiful eyes, and then sealed that despairing eye as his best treasure....

Don't be nervous, it's not a problem, he is familiar with everything in the hospital, and as usual, he will erase all possible evidence before the police find out.

Just wait for him...

A few clear sounds of typing on the keyboard came to his ears.

Bernat thought he was hallucinating, but when he looked back, he realized that the girl he had brought back was playing at the table with the computer he planned to use for recording? ?

Does she know where she is now?Wait - what he needs to know more is when she woke up, he clearly remembers that he injected her with anesthesia.

'...It's not enough now, you haven't finished your work yet, can you give me some more time? '

The girl seemed to glance at him.Burnett is not quite sure, she speaks

Yet?He felt as if he had an auditory hallucination, but he also felt that she seemed to be speaking to him.

He lifted the surgical saw out of the tray, and when the saw teeth scraped across the edge of the metal tray, it made an uncomfortable rubbing sound.

But the girl with the computer light on her face didn't seem to hear the sound of urging her to die. Is she using the Internet to send a distress signal to the outside world? ——Then she can give up, that computer has no internet.

"Do you know what kind of place you are in now?" Bernat asked sullenly, and the leather boots covered with plastic film approached her with a sound.

The girl seemed to be wondering why he would ask such a question, "At your house? I don't know, didn't you take me away from the hospital?"

"Aren't you scared?"

Amis glanced at the saw in the opponent's hand, so she...of course she wouldn't be afraid.

Not to mention whether an ordinary person can cause substantial harm to her, she would be brought out by him is the result she hoped for.

An object emitting fluorescent blue light was always placed by her hand. It was a prop that Amis used to simulate a simple hint after dismantling the brainwashing tool of the Hydra base.

—take her away.

Amis gave such a hint in the signal sent.

In the beginning, Amis' target was not the man in front of her. She felt a man who seemed to have seen her somewhere looking at her when she was in the hospital corridor. is more dangerous malice.

She wanted to use the other party to leave the hospital.But it's not clear whether the signal implying the command was weak, or the other party's will was too strong to make the other party take the bait, and instead she was taken away by the anesthetist who had only met once.

All in all it works.

After the test was over, Amis put the glowing item back into her pocket.

Look at the saw in the man's hand.

...Well, could it be that she was so unlucky to lure a murderer?

"Have you ever been afraid of anything?" the man asked.

Amis was a little surprised that the man didn't directly come up to grab the computer with her, but since the other party didn't take the initiative, she continued to hack Hydra's database while dealing with his problems.

"I'm not sure about the specific scope of what you're afraid of," said Amis.Scared of something?There are so many things she is afraid of, every day she is afraid that Iron Man and Black Widow will catch her and yell at her, 'You moved our captain? '

"No, you have nothing to fear, you just

You can't even imagine the outline of a scary thing, can you?" Burnett stared into her eyes and smiled pityingly, "Are you a human? "

Amis stared at him with wide eyes—is this all right?How did he know she wasn't human before she had been dissected?

Bernat was satisfied to see the change in her eyes. He needed to see more changes in those eyes. He wanted to make her feel afraid, so that she could no longer look at the world with such insignificant eyes.

He stared at his prey: "Do you know why, because you are sick, you have no awe of this world, you are not a person who should exist in this world."

Seeing that the girl fell silent, he smiled smugly, but just as he was about to continue talking, he heard her ask back.

"Are you brainwashing me?"

——This must be brainwashing, Amis is too familiar with this.

This is what she does herself—no, it should be said that because of this job, Amis has supplemented a lot of theoretical knowledge these days, and the knowledge of brain, psychiatry, and even psychology left by her previous doctor is even more important to her. Look a lot.

What's wrong with these murderers, who plan to kill people but also give people a wave of brainwashing?Do you want to make death easier or more painful?

The man still isn't about to stop: "Would you let your parents know that you don't really feel pain, and your friends know that you won't actually be as happy as they are. You won't. You put yourself in a fake It's so normal that you need it, even if it doesn't mean anything to you. Do you ever worry for a moment about how they'll react when they know you're not what you thought you were? You never knew how it felt to cry, never No taste of pain—what did you decide to go on with?"

Amis frowned as she typed the last letter, feeling that this man was a little noisy.

The spotlight on one side of the bookcase was on, and Amis had already finished her final work.She heard the sound of a glass container being opened. At this moment, she saw that behind the man, above the bookshelf, there were rows of eyeballs sealed in exquisite square glass containers. The eyeballs of different colors were the same only. The last despair preserved by the magnified pupils.

"I gave them the meaning of life, and let people like you understand the meaning of life. Now, I will give you the same meaning."

Amis's hands froze for a moment, it was hard to tell how she felt when she saw those eyes, she felt that she should show anger

Angry, but the bad thing is that because she was led away by the other party's words before, she can't do well now...

"You want to imitate even when you're angry?" The man looked at her.

Amis really wanted to leave this place.

"boom!!!--"

A shield flew in together with the black hole blasted by the impact of the energy cannon, and the vibrating metal accurately hit the side of the man's face. Burnat covered his face and backed away, and the long surgical saw fell out of his hand.The blowing hurricane and the violent impact made the glassware on the bookshelf tremble, and the antiseptic liquid and the white sphere shattered at his feet.

The man who walked in from the undispelled smoke was trembling and fierce, and when he saw everything in front of him clearly, the anger that had reached its peak was about to materialize.

Even if the light in the room is not very good, the fallen needle tubes, surgical instruments and human/body/organs/organs all over the floor make the function of this closed secret room clear at a glance.

How many people did he kill?This man, this demon in human skin.

Fortunately, the girl he was looking for was okay.

But what if he didn't arrive in time?And what about those who did not wait to be rescued!

Raging rage was clogged in his chest, and his blue pupils seemed to have lost the last of their sanity as they were soaked by the icy sea water.The palpitations that penetrated deep into the bone marrow were all concentrated on the sharp fist wind.The impact of fist bone and flesh instantly made the man who had been teaching others to fear feel fear.

Amis seemed to understand why Peter looked at her wound with an expression as if glass had pierced him. It turned out that there is really a kind of pain that makes you feel pain when you look at it.

Looking at the murderer whose face was about to swell after two punches, he calmed down, but he dared not let Steve keep punching. When his anger subsided, he would probably die.Although the death of this person is not enough to make up for the people he killed, but even if he wants to die, it cannot be at the hands of Steve.

"Steve," she yelled, "it hurts..."

No, I called it wrong, why does it hurt?

Did she want to call stop?Or maybe it hurts to see you beat someone up?

"Bang—" But regardless of whether she shouted correctly, the last punch landed on the bookshelf, accompanied by the sound of sawdust flying, which made her tremble, and the man with a fierce aura really stopped at the last moment.

The dark room was silent for a moment.

He didn't look directly at her. He lowered his head and took a deep breath, as if trying to breathe steadily. He didn't let go of the man until his breath was even. .

"

Where does it hurt? "

When he walked towards her, his gloomy side face seemed to have hidden most of the chill, he asked again, his voice was a little lower than before, "Where does it hurt?"

The doctor who was still conscious turned his eyes and looked at Amis with a smile. Blood was dripping from the nose and the corners of the mouth, and his face was sarcasm. His eyes were clear: Do you know what pain is?

Amis: I'm afraid this person has some serious illness.

"No, no, I'm fine." Amis thought that Frank would be the first to find her—at that time, Steve was still on a mission, and Frank might not tell him the news of her disappearance in time.Or else she would call the police after she finished her work, and let the police arrest the murderer along the way.She didn't expect... It was Steve who came to her first.

Amis looked at the man who walked in front of her, she reached out and wiped the blood on his face, "I'm sorry, if I pay more attention, this kind of thing wouldn't happen, don't worry..."

Steve's deep brows were always drawn, and he shook his head.

It was strange that he didn't speak, but Amis felt that he was not saying that he was not important, but that he was important.

He feels bad.

"I'm not good." Sure enough, he told her as she guessed, "Doctor."

Ah... what should I do.

She is his doctor, but, but she doesn't understand anything other than mechanical treatments...

Amis was a little anxious, but at this moment, a warm breath passed by her ears, and the man hugged her gently, but he didn't use much force to hug her, as if he hadn't forgotten that she was still injured.

"Amy, in the afternoon, at the meeting, I thought about whether it was wrong for the organization to advance the plan in such a way, but..." He thought a lot.But there are still so many cruel people in the world, people who completely ignore order and rules, sacrificing the present for the long-term, it seems that Hydra's decision-making is not completely meaningless.

Before Steve finished the second half of his sentence, voices suddenly came from the living room outside.

"Our plan is to sneak in, do you really know what sneaking means Tony?" Clint asked dissatisfied.

Natasha: "Obviously, he's going to say later that he doesn't carry things like planners with him."

"Oh yes, you also know that I don't carry things like planners with me - why are you blaming me, didn't you think that the captain was the one who wanted to tear down this house in the first place?" Steel Mecha He leaned halfway in from the wall he blasted open, "Hey, are you done working inside, is there anything I can help you with?"

"So what we're going to do now is tear down the house?" Saul asked.

"No, of course not," Dr. Banner denied. "I think it's time for me to go green."

Amis: "..."

I thought I wouldn't run into the Avengers today, and the accident in the afternoon was a fluke so people didn't notice her, but what's going on now...

Did they organize a group to save people? ?

This, this scene... Anyway, she has never seen it before!

Amis closed her eyes, she was quite skilled in fainting.