Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Vicky said goodbye to two of her friends tonight.

First the big fool Mr. James Barnes, then...

Besides, I don’t know why I have the ability to quarrel with others at the US military conscription office, and then I am inexplicably attracted by some kind of doctor, and I want to join the army after such a broken body, the bigger fool.

—Mr. Steve Rogers.

Vicky and Bucky agree that Steve got the ass :).

But the notice of passing the conscription is really not deceptive.

So they thought Steve was kidnapped again :).

All in all, the two corners of the Iron Triangle have decided to go. When the two guilt-ridden boys were sent back to Ollivander's mansion, Vicki refused their support.

The girl with black hair that had grown to her waist got out of the car while holding the door, and walked slowly but steadily to the gate of Ollivander's house.

She stood in front of the medieval-style carved door, turned around, and the silver-gray cloak drew an elegant arc.

"All right, gentlemen."

She raised her wrist to her ear and gave them a not-so-standard military salute.

"Please let the owl that travels across mountains and rivers bring back your news."

As soon as the voice of this sentence fell, a large group of owls kept in the backyard of Ollivander's mansion responded to the scene with "coo-coo" and "coo-coo" several times, calling the squirrels on the tree not far away and the squirrels on the ground. The raccoons were startled.

All of a sudden, "Zhizhi", "Cuckoo", and "Hoo Hoo" can be heard endlessly.

Vicky's smile stiffened.

Steve and Bucky grinned in unison, the light shining on their slightly wrinkled and dimpled cheekbones.

Before the girl turned red from embarrassment, they all stretched out their hands to straighten a brand-new military cap with sniffing teeth marks, and gave her a military salute in unison.

"Got it, our girl."

……

"30.00%."

"50.00%."

The counting sound continued.

"seventy……"

"88 ten!"

The voice became high-pitched.

"ninety……"

Mixed with heavy breathing.

"One hundred percent! One hundred percent!"

The bright blue flames crackled and echoed in the air, wrapping the entire surprisingly ugly big iron tank, crackling, crackling, like exploding blue spherical lightning.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The blue light suddenly turned on brightly like a lightning explosion, and then faded suddenly, so the researchers in white coats took a step back and hurried forward several steps.

Dr. Erkins Reinstein and Howard Stark froze in place at the same time. It took a while to react and ran to open the hatch.

What was displayed in front of everyone was a body that was so perfect that it surpassed everyone's imagination—it could be called the most perfect model of a male human body.

His strong muscles were drenched with sweat, and the steam that accompanied him from the open hatch seemed to indicate the success of the American program code-named "Operation Rebirth".

——Such a perfect sweetheart with blond hair, blue eyes and big breasts, no one would have guessed that a few months ago, he was still a skinny Steve Rogers who was plagued by countless diseases and couldn't even pass the most basic conscription requirements .

I must not be dreaming.

I must not be dreaming.

I must not be dreaming.

When the doctor and Howard took him down, our little golden retriever... no, the big golden retriever now thinks so.

He was still thinking as Agent Carter broke through the crowd, asked him "how's it feeling?"

Think and think.

Think about it three times.

Panting heavily, the pain in the cabin before seemed to be a thing of the last century-all washed away by the joy now.

He shook his head subconsciously, wanting to say: "Hey, Bucky, Vicki, I..."

He stopped halfway through.

……

Peggy Carter, a beautiful and dignified female agent with chestnut curly hair and red lips, maintained a slightly blocking posture with her hands in front of him, and she recovered from her shock and looked at him with a smile.

She has beautiful eyebrows, and Steve has to admit that Peggy Carter is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen besides Vicky.

——There is no saying who is more beautiful, they are different types of beauties, and they are all top-notch beauties.

"Is it your friends?"

"Ah, yes."

The big golden retriever blinked his eyelashes that were still as long as before after the transformation, and the blue eyes on that handsome face were so charming as hell.

"Just now... I just want to talk to them out of habit—my bamboo horse and green plum."

He smiled expectantly: "They will definitely be happy for me."

Merlin's stinky socks, although he only passed the letter yesterday, he is now looking forward to Ollivander's owl again.

He could simply, eloquently, fill ten sheets of letter paper!Come and tell them the good news.

Probably because the emotion on his face was too obvious, the female agent in military uniform crossed her chest and looked at it for a while.

She suddenly asked in a low voice: "Hey, Da Bing, so that must be very cute Miss Qingmei is your girl?"

"what?"

Steve's expression was absurdly paused on his face, he blinked his blue eyes before reacting, he was still panting a bit when he spoke: "No no no, uh, yes? That's not right either."

"She is indeed the girl we want to protect, but I think the task of protecting her in the future should be mainly handed over to my bamboo horse."

He smiled gloatingly: "But before we came to join the army, Bucky hadn't successfully confessed yet."

Peggy lowered her eyes in front of him and laughed too.

The medical staff who couldn't wait to check the "America's only super soldier" hurriedly took advantage of this time to come and take away the blond and big breasts.

——So he didn't see Agent Red Lips smiling at him behind him.

Howard Stark came over suavely from the side.

"A perfect masterpiece, isn't it."

Peggy's smile was slightly retracted, and she gave him a look: "Yes, it's perfect."

Each of Howard's mustaches expressed "handsomeness", and said: "For the sake of witnessing this miracle together, maybe you are willing to reward your face, let's go have a drink..."

"Oh!"

A certain man in a suit mixed among the senators pressed the lighter-shaped detonator.

The scream burst.

"Stop him!"

……

"Dear Vicky/Bucky,

Zhanxinjia!

Hope you all are well.

This time two owls flew at the same time, what a coincidence.

The owl named "Little Ki" that flew here with Bucky's letter was really smaller than I expected.

——Even if it blows up the hair all over its body, it is not as big as my palm.

Uh...it seems wrong.

To be precise, it should be, it is not as big as my current palm.

——Is there something wrong with this statement?Um, never mind.

This involves a rather long story.

Anyway, after that thing happened -- exactly what you've probably seen in the New York Times or something, a stupid transfiguration photo of me holding a car door stopper or something -- —All the proportions of things I see are different from before.

Hope you'll recognize me as the big guy with the goofy (blacked out) face - you'll recognize it, right... huh?

(The 1000-word old mother-style rambling is omitted here)

You originally guessed that I was kidnapped by a donkey/I was kidnapped, and it seems to be a bit correct, but in short, the result is good, isn’t it?

The bad news is that the doctor who helped me a lot died because of this (the handwriting here is blurred because the tip of the nose stayed too long), and the process of tracking down the mastermind behind the scenes (crossed out)—sorry I can’t say— Does not involve me.

After a while, you may see it on TV...

Saw me singing, dancing, selling bonds, wearing the Stars and Stripes and wearing an A-shaped helmet...

Merlin's footwash!

Bucky, you're going to kill me laughing.

Vicky, do you want to comfort me?

I've seen the future, it's horrible, touring and selling bonds and singing and stuff.

If the sympathy performance is performed in the camp of the 107th Army Division, am I considered a man who has entered the 107th Army Division?

But Bucky's there too, Merlin, can you pretend you don't know me bro?

And please don't throw cans or mud at me.

... Am I being a little wordy?

Maybe it's because I already anticipated the possible reaction in the barracks.

The officer who assigned me to do these things told me that it was a battle, too—but I wanted more of what Bucky was doing, going across the ocean, to the front lines, to fight for our country.

Anyway, I'm fine.

Hope you all are well. "

The letter was tied to the owl's claw, Xiaoji and Daji pecked his hand, and disappeared from the night of the barracks.

They crossed the ground where the artillery was roaring, without making a sound, and no one would suspect that there was any possible information hidden in them.

Sometimes there are pigeons flying, and the poor white animals are all shot down by gunpowder or something.

Xiaoji and Daji let out a "cuckoo" mourning sound.

After they left the military area, they parted ways and flew in different directions.

Xiaoji went to the 107th Army Division-it didn't know that its target was no longer in the barracks.

Daji, but not to Brooklyn, New York.

……

"Valkyrie is in production step by step."

In the factory, crystal blue instruments are continuously emitting blue light.

The small Dr. Zola was accompanied by a tall man, who at this time was just a little bald old man.

The tall man said: "Increase production capacity by 60%."

Zola froze for a moment: "But the physical strength of the workers..."

"Let's squeeze out the physical strength of these prisoners first." John Smit smiled with a stiff face. "There is always no shortage of workers, isn't there? I remember that a new batch just came in, from the 107th Army Division."

He pulled the gloves off his hands neatly.

"Have the recruited weapons researchers been invited?"

Zola wiped the sweat from her forehead, and her small round eyes shone brightly under the round-framed lenses: "Yes, yes, it's a pleasant cooperation, and the one from Ollivander's family seems to have an unusual talent. It's a pity that she is a blind girl."

Smit twitched the corner of his mouth: "No, it's not a problem, it's better to be blind."

"We only need the talent of their family, that kind of extraordinary perception is enough to make the work more efficient."

Zola bowed slightly: "Yes, you are right."

……

The open moors could be seen faintly outside the window.

The tiny lights of the base are scattered on the hills, like tiny stars one after another, but none of these Wikis can see them.

Her face was immersed in the night, the lights in the room were not turned on, and a deacon in black stood behind the wheelchair.

The latter's face was stiff and flat, and when the master didn't order him, he looked like a dead corpse—or, he was indeed a "corpse".

Only the silent breathing of the brunette could be heard in the room.

The wind sound of an owl flapping its wings came from outside the window, Viki's ears moved, and he recognized the sound of Xiaoji's wings in the various chaotic syllables outside the window.

Daji, who was staying in the room, seemed to have heard something, his head shook, and he made two "cuckoos".

"Ambush."

She called softly.

The deacon behind him moved like a Pinocchio made by an old carpenter and endowed with a soul by a fairy.

He silently caught the small owl that was supposed to be in charge of correspondence from the 107th Army Division, and handed the untouched letter on its paw to the little master.

The invisible girl opened the letter, and the lines of ink lit up under her brushing hands as if they were burning.

On the table not far away, there was another letter that had been delivered a few days ago.

Exactly the same content.

sparkling with light.

The author has something to say: I came back last night and saw the comments, and then I wanted to send some small red envelopes.

Then click to send points in batches 4 or 5 times.

— not once.

In a fit of anger, Dragonfly changed the additional word to "I'm going to sleep, I'm going to sleep".

Thinking: If you don't succeed, the dragonfly will go to sleep.

It turned out to be a great success...

The more than 20 replies on that page are all "going to sleep, going to sleep".

dragonfly:"……"

In the end, I can only reply one by one _(:зゝ∠)_

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Thank you for your blessing!Fly out carefully!