Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"hailhydra!"

The tip of his tongue slowly licked the neat teeth, and the German oath was revealed between his lips.

As soon as this low-pitched slogan came out, it seemed like a switch had been turned on. All the surrounding or busy white coats and assistants stopped their movements and said in the same awe-inspiring tone: "hailhydra !"

Long live Hydra.

In an empty but airtight laboratory, different voices of different people speak the same content in different tones, echoing in the room, and the tone of believers crowns this oath, like the supreme truth.

The blond professor who read this sentence first had a satisfied expression on his face, and suddenly his ears moved—as if he realized something—the man’s blue eyeballs turned to the right bit by bit, and then his neck followed, his eyes caught like hooks. Caught the girl behind him.

The black-haired girl had her back straight, her hands in her pockets, her white coat was straight and meticulous, and her face was cold and calm.

——Although it is a bit out of place compared to the enthusiastic expressions of the crowd, this is indeed her usual appearance. Anyone who knows a little about Ollivander's name knows that there is nothing wrong with it.

Allen's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he smiled cynically.

When not involved in the research content, he seems to be a handsome young man with a bit of personality and heartless. His life should be full of basketball, skateboarding, beautiful girls, and maybe some sex every once in a while... there will be no More.

——However, in fact, without Ollivander, he would be the youngest special researcher in Hydra, specializing in the field of human cell genes.

An equally surprisingly young "Special Class".

……

"Vicky." Allen leaned slightly.

The girl narrowed her peacock blue eyes in displeasure.

He looked Ollivander in the eye and said again: "...hailhydra."

Allen's expression was so cynical that this sentence seemed to be frivolous and casual.

A slight puzzlement flashed across Ollivander's face, but he subconsciously replied "hailhydra" very quickly.

The words are clear and fluent, just like thousands of times before.

The assistants around didn't know why...the atmosphere was inexplicably weird, and no one answered the call at this moment.

After finishing speaking, Ollivander immediately realized - her face was frozen, as if she had been insulted - the hand in the right pocket moved.

——In there was the dark silver metal object just now.

But I don't know why, maybe because of concerns, the girl didn't hold the pistol, and just looked at the man more and more condensedly.

"Hey, don't be so serious, Vicky." Allen noticed that she was about to draw her gun, and stopped her idle movements, and was about to stand up straight again, "I just didn't hear, you should speak louder next time..."

However, before the words fell, "Di! Di..."

The red light is bright.

……

A sudden mutation occurred in the capsule cabin.

A flashing warning light accompanied by a high-pitched siren.

The originally green and transparent viscous liquid had become lighter at this time, but the unconscious soldier suddenly began to twitch his limbs. In the confined space, the man's muscle tissue that had been healed by the genetic fluid was agitating wildly, and the blue blood vessels burst out.

The high-pitched warning sounds from the instruments became increasingly sharper and shorter.

The soldier opened his bloodshot eyes in the liquid, and two air bubbles suddenly appeared between his nostrils—he didn’t seem to need to breathe before that—soon, the air bubbles floated up, and he had no more oxygen to inhale. His face turned blue and purple very quickly, his eyes bulged, and he opened his mouth as if wanting to scream.

— and no sound came out.

Ah, maybe, when those fluids repaired muscle tissue, they provided oxygen to the blood by the way.Ollivander looked at the picture and thought.But now, the effect of the genetic fluid was wrong.

Allen's face instantly became grim.

"Is something wrong with the reagent?! No! I have calculated the probability, this level of collapse should not happen at this stage!"

Such an extreme and crazy expression on the face of such a gentle professor who is good enough to go to the podium to teach, really makes people feel creepy.

Seeing this, the assistants brought by Ollivander couldn't help but look at each other—I thought that the professor Ollivander they were following was already eccentric enough, but I didn't expect that the good-tempered and careless Professor Allen was not a normal person .

Soon other white coats came over: "Professor, do you want to open the hatch and stop the use of genetic fluid?"

"Why stop? No, quickly record the data for me! Find the critical point of the problem!"

Before he finished speaking, the soldier in the metal cabin broke free from the restraint belt that bound him, and his arm with continuously festering muscles hit the transparent bulkhead.

The white coat in charge of detecting the activity of the soldier's cells hurriedly reported: "Professor, the critical cells may have collapsed and died before they were found."

Allen twitched again, ignored him, and just continued to order: "How long can I last, where is the indicator? Where is the indicator?"

……

Ollivander stood with folded arms and watched.

A string of data appeared under Allen's hands—all complicated equations and calculation formulas.

The soldier in the capsule had already rolled his eyes, obviously completely unconscious, but the freed arm continued to mechanically tap, and the right leg had already broken free from half of its restraints.

The surrounding soldiers who were lying on the metal platform and some of them were not in a coma looked towards this side with pale faces.

"This side effect..." Ollivander showed a bored expression, "It seems that there is nothing wrong with me?"

Allen stared at the data tightly and didn't reply.

"I just said that your experiment is not worthy of uncle's attention. If you have this kind of spare money, you might as well allocate it to me to replenish energy."

Hearing this sentence, Allen, who was immersed in mistakes, seemed to be poked at a pain point—as if a layer of skin had suddenly peeled off—he gave her a sinister look: "Pay attention to your words and deeds, Olifan De, even if the Red Skull takes a fancy to you..."

As soon as the words "Red Skull" came out, the expressions of the busy white coats around them all changed, and their movements froze for a while.

"It's you who begged me to improve limb weapons." Ollivander nodded, "I don't have anything to do with the genetic fluid data, but if the v-1306 in his body is damaged as a result, your funds for the past six months will be spent. .”

Without waiting for a response, he left with a bunch of assistants beside him.

……

Allen has no time to care whether she leaves or stays now.

When he heard "v-1306", he turned his head and looked back. The newly grown muscles of the soldier had been corroded and collapsed, and near the tendons and bones, a small chip-like thing was touching exposed.

The surface coating of the chip is a familiar peacock blue.

It's a small piece, and the cost is extremely expensive, enough to be worth their research and development funds in recent months.

——It was the miniature v-1306 that Ollivander mentioned, the biggest reliance on her being promoted to a special researcher back then.

I don't know if it was because of a reaction with the liquid in the capsule, or for some other reason, a small layer of bubbles began to appear on the surface of the small peacock blue chip.

Thinking of the threat from the woman just now, and thinking of the high-level view of the newly developed miniature v-1306 chip, Allen twitched fiercely, and pulled the data in the hand of the researcher next to him: "Open the cabin!"

……

The metal door slowly closed.

Assistants and guards were stopped outside.

This is her private research room. Ollivander himself holds the highest authority, and there will be no "gadgets" in the room that shouldn't be there.

The black-haired girl who had kept her hands in her pockets before slowly withdrew her right hand.

With the lifting of her thin and fair hand, the wide pocket of the white coat shrunk little by little.

After her slender fingertips were also drawn out, the pockets were completely fitted on the hem of the clothes, and the dark six-clawed octopus embroidered on the pockets looked flat and weird.

——And her hand was empty, with nothing in it.

The girl stood on the spot, slowly raised her hand, facing the light on the roof, the light clearly illuminated each of her fingertips - the knuckles were distinct, the skin on the back of the hand was pale and delicate, and the fingertips and fingertips were covered with With a thin layer of cocoons.

It was a beautiful hand, and she turned it over and over, looking at it carefully for a long time.

Apart from being relatively pleasing to the eye, nothing special.

——If a special gun disappears under this hand out of thin air, it is nothing special.

……

She withdrew her left hand.

The left pocket was also deflated.

Both hands slowly eased off the white coat on her body at the same time, her smooth black hair raised along with her movements, and the girl's beautiful figure wrapped in close-fitting clothing was exposed to the light.

Ollivander held the white coat, and touched it meticulously and resolutely. She even shook it upside down—no, nothing, no one that should have stayed in the right pocket When she drew the gun that threatened Allen, it was empty.

It was enough to make her fluke heart stop beating.

It seems that the magical, clear, clear feeling that can be understood without words...is not her illusion.

The little silver thing was literally lost to her—disappeared—and she didn't even know where it went.

Logically speaking, this kind of thing should not happen again.

Ollivander couldn't help but think back, the last time this kind of thing happened and now is too long ago, when did it happen? 1 year old? 2 years old?

She is now 21 years old.

And she didn't feel that there was anything wrong in her body, it wasn't because she didn't control it well.

……

Maybe she needs to get herself tested?

The brunette put on her white coat again, and her movements were crisp.

The drooping black eyelashes concealed the unknown meaning in the peacock blue eyes.