Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"Beep beep, beep beep..."

The warning light is flashing green for safety.

This is a research room flooded with metallic colors, cold and advanced equipment, sharp scalpels, and various syringes can be seen everywhere.

Researchers in white coats walked around occasionally, and guards in fully equipped security uniforms guarded the entire area tightly.

Outside the laboratory, two staff members were hanging a metal nameplate by the door.

There are a few long words on the dark-toned nameplate.

——【Joint Department of Restoration, Healing and Limb Reconstruction】.

……

"I heard that this new department will be taken over by Professor Ollivander."

An assistant muttered to his colleague while sorting out the instruments, trying to suppress the excitement in the words: "Is that the Ollivander I've heard of? The only female among the special researchers? A moving humanoid Wikipedia?"

The colleague glanced to the side, making sure that no one paid attention to this small corner, and replied, "There is no male researcher named Ollivander. How could it not be her?"

"Oh, my God, I heard that she is only 21 years old, she is a special researcher! Special!" The assistant couldn't help being speechless, "How do you think she became a special researcher?"

"Not only that, even the Winter Soldier was handed over to her a few years ago!" The colleague also whispered, "Speaking of which, after all, she has something to do with the Red Skull..."

As soon as the words "Red Skull" came out, he felt that he had slipped his words, and the two looked at each other and quickly fell silent.

……

In the empty metal corridor, a slender figure appeared at the corner.

The figure was wrapped in a neat white coat. She had extremely long black hair, and the tail of her hair swayed as she walked. The hair hanging from the side covered half of her face, revealing a little white chin and light scarlet color lips.

Behind her was a line of guards who walked in neat steps, and several researcher assistants holding information equipment.

Different from those researchers inside, her white coat has a finer style, the buttons on the cuffs are engraved with pure black embossed patterns, and the same dark-colored stamps are embroidered on the neckline, corners and pockets.

Vaguely looks like an octopus.

—Six-clawed octopus.

……

"Professor Ollivander."

Beside the door of the research room, the receptionist cautiously greeted him.

As a result, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment when they met each other—the girl in front of him really didn't look like a professor. Although he knew that Ollivander was the youngest super class, she looked too young.

The girl's entire facial contours are graceful and soft unique to oriental people, but her nose bridge is straight, her eye sockets are deep, her pupils are a strange peacock blue, and her eyebrows and eyelashes are pure black with the same color as her hair.

Obviously a mixed race.

And live up to the reputation of "how beautiful the half-breed is".

……

The mixed-race beauty glanced at him lightly: "I'm just a consulting researcher, and I can't bear the title of professor."

The receptionist was choked by this unreasonable response, and an insider later relieved him: "Call 'Miss Ollivander'."

"Miss Ollivander." The receptionist changed his words, seeing that there was no rebuttal, and continued, "You are welcome."

Ollivander nodded, turned his head and squinted his eyes at the nameplate: "Healing restoration...and limb reconstruction...joint department?"

She has a standard London accent, her voice is slightly hoarse, and it tickles people's hearts.

The receptionist was puzzled, why would a researcher who grew up at the Hydra base in New York speak with a London accent?

"That's right, because it is a newly opened joint department area, which is convenient for direct transformation and repair handover after healing, so..."

"What's the name, do you think it's SHIELD?" Ollivander put his hands in his pockets, "Then what country...what's the logistics bureau."

"Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Support Agency, Miss."

Ollivander let out a slow "Oh", then fumbled in the pocket of his white coat, and took out a handful of small dark silver things.

Is that a... gun?

Probably.

She played with the gun with her head down, and said without doubt: "Replace this S.H.I.E.L.D."

Reception: ...

#He doesn't seem to have the right how to reason#

#SHIELD Bureau can be changed if you want#

#If you don’t change, will you be shot down? It’s terrible#

……

"Hey, hey, look, our Miss Vicky is here?"

In the Department of Restoration, Healing and Limb Reconstruction, a slender, tall, blond man with a white coat similar to Ollivander walked out swayingly.

The girl whose nickname was called was expressionless: "Don't call me Vicky (vicky). We don't know each other well, Professor Allen."

Allen touched his nose: "That calls you Victoria (Victoria)?"

- The nickname for the name Victoria is "vicky", which means Wiki.

"Ollivander, or Miss Ollivander." The girl responded coldly.

She walked over him directly, and twirled the small and exquisite dark silver gun in her hand, a small bright blue laser shot out, directly melting the nameplate of "United Department of Restoration, Healing and Limb Reconstruction", Even the walls have left a layer of corrosion marks.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

"Vicky, don't do this..."

The next moment, the tip of the gun gesticulated on the man.

"...Wow!" Allen swallowed back what he wanted to say. He looked at the original position of the nameplate, looked down at the gun, and spread his hands in a particularly good-tempered manner to make way.

His gaze moved as she put the silver weapon back into her pocket, and he licked his lower lip with great interest: "Universal Rubik's Cube..."

——That is the energy left over from the "Pearl in Odin's Treasure House" back then. Unfortunately, after the Rubik's Cube was thrown into the sea and S.H.I.E.L.D. took it away, there was not much remaining energy in their organization.

……

"Why is our Miss Vicky so irritable today? Because hasn't Siberia invited her over this month?"

Looking back, Professor Allen winked at the assistants who had followed Ollivander but did not dare to follow her into the research room before him, and asked.

"Hey, doesn't that guy with the metal arm have a couple of days every month...needing repairs?"

No one answered his question, and the assistant who followed Ollivander hurriedly followed.

——Professor Allen dared to tease Professor Ollivander like this, but they didn't have the guts to answer.

……

Research room.

The metal beds shaped like giant capsules are arranged neatly. Inside each machine lies a soldier with severed limbs or a pierced chest. On the edge of the metal beds is a transparent bottle filled with an unknown emerald green liquid.

The professor in the white coat was already standing nearby, and the hidden buttons of the six-clawed octopus on his cuffs were full of presence.

The girl looked at the emerald green liquid and narrowed her eyes: "New gene stock solution?"

"The latest research and development, the effect is powerful and fast. Come on, come on, let's take a look together."

Allen smiled complacently, passed her, and pressed a few buttons on the nearest large metal bed.

"Drip."

As the transparent covers on both sides of the bed rose and closed, the transparent viscous emerald green liquid began to fill the entire capsule cabin.

The unconscious soldiers in the capsule were drowned by the rising fluid.

The blood on his body was mixed in the transparent liquid, but it didn't make the liquid cloudy. Instead, it disappeared little by little after it dispersed, as if it had been dissolved by something.

And the external wound also grew new muscle cell tissues at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those tissues twitched and twitched as they grew, and their color turned towards the pink of a newborn.

……

Ollivander's peacock-blue eyes had a little something like "funny."

In 1991, this technique would have been miraculous, if not side effects.

"How is it? Vicky?" Allen asked from the side.

Before Ollivander could respond to his unchanging address, he approached the capsule with a look of obsession.

His gentle and handsome face was reflected in the hood filled with transparent liquid.

He licked his lips, and a look of fascination, satisfaction, and a little bit of madness appeared on his face.

"hailhydra!"