The big orange is the most important [comprehensive British and American]

Fiona herself knew how dangerous this matter was, but she couldn't find anyone to turn to for help.Apart from the ordinary people she knew when she was part-time, she was surrounded by Spider-Man who didn't know he had lost his horse, and Batman himself who came and went without a trace.According to these people, the former does not have the ability to solve this matter, and the latter should not be too deeply involved in the current chaotic situation.

She collected herself, went to pull up all the double-layer blackout curtains, lowered the sound insulation layer, turned off all the lights in the room, covered her face, and decided to be self-reliant.

——And the moment she put down her hand covering her face, her eyes changed subtly.

If there are other people in the room at this time, you can clearly see through the light from the computer screen that her gray eyes have become sharper, not as gentle and hazy as before, but like sharp daggers in their mouths. As clear as a sword.And not only the change in her eyes, but even her gray eyes, which are unique to Russians, became a little lighter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She reached out and closed the computer, and started the long-distance sensing directly in this posture.Right now it happens to be three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is just right, but at this moment, the bright sunlight can't penetrate even half of the first-class blackout curtains, and all of them are blocked from this small world. A little bit of golden color leaked through the slight gaps, but it couldn't dispel the darkness in the room.

Darkness and quietness are often the things that psychics need most, because in the final analysis, psychics use "some method" to expand the senses to things that cannot be answered or touched by materialism and science. For those who go in the field, quietness and solitude are one of the best ways to effectively abandon the influence of external disturbances on the senses, let alone Fiona, who is already extremely sensitive.

Just after she took the initiative to turn off all the light sources in the room, she instantly became even more powerful in the darkness and silence of the room.

Meanwhile, the New York branch of Hydra.

"Has the 'weapon' been reset?" Brock Rumlow, AKA Crossbones, the weapon administrator in charge of the "Winter Soldier", a humanoid self-propelled weapon, strode into the Hydra base, Bian exchanged opinions with his vice-team Rollins in a low voice:

"If you want me to say, it's not a problem to brainwash him after he has been thawed like this, and then freeze him after the brainwashing is exhausted. His brain has been frozen for a long time. If you reset him, I'm afraid it will collapse after a few times."

"But let him assassinate next—" Rollins gestured with a shield and shrugged: "It's not easy to let him go with a dangerous factor. The necessary brainwashing is still inevitable."

What can Rumlow do? Rumlow is also very desperate. The Winter Soldier's daily life skills may have long been reduced to the level of a first-class disabled person and mentally handicapped person.With all due respect, capturing a bear from the Siberian taiga to practice the acrobatics of dressing with a knife and fork is smoother than the Winter Soldier.If it weren't for him being the captain of the special forces undercover under SHIELD, he would really feel like a motherfucker, besides being responsible for handing the Winter Soldier guns and grenade launchers and ammunition on the battlefield, he would be responsible for sending him Take good care of during the rare thaw, at least not let the Winter Soldier starve to death because he can't open a can:

"I really want to make a report to my superiors. When brainwashing, can I keep some of the common sense of the Winter Soldier's life? It doesn't take much, at least let him open the can by himself, don't use tactics/daggers/hard pry every time, Makes something as small as opening a can look like a murder scene."

Thinking about it this way, the position of weapons administrator is really promising, and it can be advanced or retreated.If you get promoted in Hydra, you can become a higher-level team leader, and if you are demoted, you can still do logistics; You can also go to the nursing home to ask for a meal.After all, there might not be anyone of the Winter Soldier's age in the entire nursing home. Since the Winter Soldier can survive in his hands at the age of a hundred, then those who are younger than the Winter Soldier must be able to.

With this bittersweet attitude, Rumlow finally wandered into the room where the Winter Soldier was.At this time, the Winter Soldier is already in the process of being forcibly reset. The sweat that oozes faintly from his hair due to the pain of brainwashing wets his messy hair. He has just been thawed. The cold air that hadn't gone away quickly condensed a little water in the room at room temperature, and a few locks of hair were completely glued together and stuck to his face.

Rumlow opened the red book that contained the Winter Soldier's control words, and began to read out the ten unrelated brainwashing words:

"Longing, Rust, Seventeen, Dawn, Stove, Nine..."

——And at the moment when he pronounced these Russian words, if someone can somehow look at the city of New York, it will be shocking to find that while Rumlow is speaking, in the distant, almost In the long-awaited area across the city from the Hydra base, in the hotel that has been bought by the Wayne Group, in a dark room with the curtains tightly drawn and the door locked, the brown-haired girl closed her eyes tightly With his eyes closed, he was repeating the set of brainwashing words without any rules at the same time. Because the interval was too short, it sounded like they were said at the same time:

"доброта, домой, один, грузовик."

And at the moment when she stepped in halfway, she entered the snow field again.

At this time, she was no longer nervous about coming here for the first time, and she closed her eyes in the spiritual world familiarly, preventing her eyes from being stabbed and crying by the reflection of the boundless white snow.After the sense of restraint passed, she tried hard to dig up the snow on the spot, trying to find the soldier nameplate that she saw last time, which could prove the identity of this person.

As a result, before she had time to dig much down this time, she suddenly felt a sharp pain from her fingers that were not under the snow.Fiona quickly took her hand back from the snow under the pain, and looked carefully, but she didn't see any trace of blood.

In other words, this pain was not caused by the owner of this spiritual world's rejection of Fiona. In fact, very few people could sense her rash visit.This pain is forced by something from the outside world on the person who owns this snowfield as a spiritual world, and compared with physical pain, this thing directly affects the mental damage a little bit more. Even Fiona, an outsider, would be affected.

As a result, just when she wanted to further explore the identity of this person in the snow, an unprecedented bad feeling hit her; at the same time, the machine that brainwashed the Winter Soldier instantly increased the current, Even though he was still biting the iron block used to suppress his screams, he roared in pain. His roar echoed in the brainwashing room, and was tightly covered under the thick iron walls and silencers. Can't pass it on.

Just like the flower in his spiritual world that was frozen to death under the snow.

This pain was also conveyed to his spiritual world at the same time. Fiona watched in horror as the ice sheet that had been calm just now split apart in an instant, and she could vaguely see the jagged stone walls and the equally boundless And the abyss made of icy snow, just looking at it, makes people feel like they will fall.Suddenly, a snow wave hundreds of meters high rose up in the distance, covering the sky and the sun, roaring and rolling towards her, an outsider subconsciously. Passing through her body made her feel as if her face was being scratched by a blunt knife again and again——

At this critical moment, Fiona suddenly felt a suffocation in her chest.

It's really suffocating.Not feelings in the spiritual world, but perceptions in the real world.

When she opened her eyes covered in cold sweat, she found that she had fallen on her back on the sofa without knowing when, and her orange cat was squatting on her chest with its solid sixteen pounds. The real life is unbearable.After seeing Fiona wake up, it wagged its tail and rolled off Fiona's body.

——That’s right, it rolled down.

The orange cat, who was able to climb up and down the cat climbing frame nimbly before, now seems to be unable to walk at all. It was already walking awkwardly, and coupled with the considerable weight, it was almost about to fall when it moved. Fall, if you fall, you will be rolled forward by the inertia of your fat body, just like that, rolling and rolling to the other end of the room.

Fiona's heart skipped a beat, and she tentatively called out to the orange cat that couldn't move freely:

"...Batman?"

The orange cat's movements froze suddenly.After a long while, it moved its face towards Fiona as if giving up some insistence, and began to scratch the ground with its cat paw:

Yes.

Fiona suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Can I ask you something, sir? I know it might be rude to make this request hastily, but please, this matter is closely related to my personal safety."

She quickly took out a piece of paper from the bedside table and found a pen, and under the gaze of Batman's orange cat, she drew a pattern on the paper. It was a round badge with an octopus with teeth and claws inside. This skull can be said to have a certain post-modern artistic atmosphere:

"Do you know what this pattern represents?"

At this time, the brainwashed Winter Soldier had already uttered the words "accept the order" which represented successful brainwashing, and there was no emotion in those green eyes, only boundless indifference and coldness, and no popularity at all.It is unbelievable that this "weapon" with a silver-white iron arm that once used killing and blood to directly and secretly rewrite an era is the same as the handsome and suave young man with a bright smile in the Captain America Museum personal.

However, in a corner that no one can see, the snowfield in his spiritual world has returned to calm, and tiny flowers have begun to die and come back to life under the ice and snow.

The author has something to say: [Today's Little Theater · Life Tips Radio Station]

Fiona: Hi everyone, today I'm going to show you how to tell the difference between a real fat orange and a Batman fat orange.The one who can climb up and down with sixteen pounds of fat but does not exercise is my real big orange; it can only move and roll slowly, and even the most basic take-off can only be done on tiptoe. It's Batman Fat Orange, have you learned it?If you learn it, please give a good review, dear~

Three seconds later, the station was hacked and the broadcast was permanently stopped.