Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Viki's face turned to the starry sky outside the window - the Austrian sky.

The expression on her face was very light, as if she was a little dazed, like someone who had been hit by something but hadn't reacted yet.

The deacon in black stood silently behind her.

After a while, she waved her hand, and the two letters floated in the air following her gesture. The tongue of fire burned from the bottom of the letter, licking away those gleaming words bit by bit.

No ashes.

She twisted the air in the air, but there was nothing.

——Sometimes she feels that there should be something in her hand, which is like her half body, a part of her soul, and it should be a slender, delicate, wooden object.

—but it doesn't matter, she'll always get it back, just as she'll always get them back.

The wheelchair rolled half a circle under the girl, and the moonlight shone on the ends of her hair again, and her face sank in the shadows.

"Contact Smith."

Viki's palm was slightly hot, and the wooden wheelchair handle seemed to be burning under her hands.

"Tell him, I want to see the Rubik's Cube."

……

"James... James wake up, James!"

Bucky only heard a few vague syllables. He wanted to open his eyes, but he only felt his eyelids trembling heavily. When he finally opened them, his eyes seemed to have faded, black and gray.

He felt the rough dragging, and the combat uniform grazed the ground and made a strange "stinging" sound. The surrounding echoes were very strange, as if they were in an underground passage.

"Bang".

He felt a dull pain in the back of his head, and the pain spread slowly, almost making people suspect that it wasn't his pain at all.

Finally, there was a "bang" sound when the iron door closed.

harsh.

harsh.

So... what happened?

"James... James wake up, James!"

Okay, okay, he knew he should wake up, it was really uncomfortable to lie on the ground, logically, it should be quite cold at this time, but why didn't he feel anything?

Are you frozen?

"James...James..."

God, man, can you stop shouting, when he wakes up he's gotta give this guy a loving little punch.

But... who is this person?

who is coming?

The voice sounded a little familiar.

Oh, it's Duggan, nicknamed "DumDum," a stocky guy with a mustache...  

His teammates in the 107th Army Division.

"James...James..."

This time it was a different person, it seemed to be Jacques, another teammate of his, tall and thin with a sharp chin.

To be reasonable, they actually just called him by name and didn't kick him directly?

These two people are not so gentle usually, it's strange, he just didn't wake up, why so... urgent...

Wait, wake up?

wake?

They should be on the battlefield of the assault, so where did they wake up? !

Bucky felt bad for a while, opened his eyes with effort, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and suddenly there was a noisy voice again, with his name mixed in the words.

The color returns to the eye sockets.

……

"What's wrong?"

When Bucky opened his mouth, he found that his voice was terribly hoarse.

His teammate Dame Dugan pushed through the crowd, picked him up as carefully as possible, and leaned him against a haystack in the corner.

"How's your... body feeling, James?"

Hearing these words, the dark-brown-haired young man felt a little dull - it felt as if his whole body was dismantled and reassembled again, creaking, and intense pain exploded from the nerve endings - that kind of pain.

But he clicked his gums, gasped, and said, "It's okay, DumDum, I'm just a little dizzy."

More than dizziness, he can't remember what happened before now.

But this statement has no way to relax the members of the 107th Army Division - they watched James Barnes being stunned and dragged away by the group of German ghosts, and dragged to the weird instrument at the end of the prison, but they themselves There is nothing you can do about being locked up in jail.

Along the way, many other prisoners--prisoners from nowhere--were dragged here and there.

Now he was sent back by them, but what happened in the middle?

"Where is this place?"

The comrades replied: "This is a factory of Cosbeck."

Bucky shook his head, his memory came back a little bit, and a few thin silver lights flashed in front of his eyelids: "...needle."

Dugan was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Jacques reacted quickly: "...What did they inject you with?"

……

The youth's emerald green pupils were still a little distracted, but his thoughts gradually became clear:

"I don't know, they injected me with many injections of various colors."

What about experimental products?

The expressions of the teammates of the 107th Army Division in front of them became sad with naked eyes.

After Dugan reacted, his face was livid. He looked as if he was about to rush over the iron railing and punch each of the gangsters.

Bucky was amused by the picture he imagined, he coughed up a little blood and laughed:

"Don't make it look like I'm going to die, man, I feel like I've got strength in my body - a little weak right now."

He himself suspected that it was some kind of transformation.

"Maybe I will become the second super soldier because of this."

Laughing and coughing again.

But his comrades could only give him a stiff and comforting laugh at his humor.

"Before I blow my ass and get my eight pack abs, hey listen to me, you gotta get something to tie me up..."

His cheeks looked more and more red, and his eyes became more and more distracted.

"And if I clap my chest and howl like a gorilla later—Merlin's washbasin!—I'll die of disgrace."

After finishing speaking, he muttered a few words in a low voice, like "XX and XX will definitely laugh at me" or something.

But the big guy didn't do that.

Beside him, the dark-skinned Gabe wiped his face, and asked pretendingly interested, "Then, what is Merlin's washbasin?"

It was as if he was desperately trying to find something to talk about sobering him up.

……

"uh-huh?"

Bucky's gaze changed from lax to condensed for a moment, and turned to Gabe's dark face.

"Merlin's washbasin... oh, Merlin...is a person, a belief."

"...Well, the washbasin is my nonsense."

Gabe muttered, "What a strange belief."

"Hey!" Bucky was not happy, he blushed like a fever, "We have believed in him for 13 years!"

Counting from when Wiki showed them some "different" small abilities.

Jacques: "...you?"

When asked this, the young man with emerald green eyes bent his eyebrows, his eyes and nose wrinkled into smile lines, and his long and curly eyelashes shone like stars in his eyes.

"Me, and Vicky and Steve."

His voice was as soft as a raving: "...the three of us."

"Ah... I should have received the letter by now."

"Sounds like a girl," Gabe said.

"It's okay, James, the letters sent and received by the operator haven't arrived yet, and they will be there when we go back."

Bucky turned his head to look at him, seriously, denied, and shook his head.

Unbeknownst to them, he was talking about a frizzy owl called Kitty who would bring him letters from two people, from different places, never lost.

But this time I might have to send it away...

and many more!

Xiaoji would not have left the letter in the camp if he hadn't been found, it... would have taken the letter back intact!

Whether it's brought to Vicky or brought to Steve, it's a...disaster.

Merlin's broken washbasin!

……

The night is approaching the depths.

It diffused from the distant frontier intertwined with artillery fire, swallowing up the light of Xingzi bit by bit.

The blue light overflowed in the continuously roaring workshop, and different equipment of different sizes emitted the same light.

The wheelchair rolled over from the high passage, and the deacon's footsteps were as soft as a cat.

When John Smit met Victoria Ollivander, he looked into her empty eyes, with an expression that seemed appraising and probing on her thin face.

A dark blue square was in the instrument next to him, tightly bitten by metal pliers, and the energy flowed restlessly.

The eyelashes of the girl in the wheelchair trembled, like a cat smelling fish, she locked the position of the Rubik's Cube with great accuracy.

Smit squinted his eyes and evoked a satisfied smile: "Well... I already have a hunch that this will be a pleasant cooperation."

The wheelchair stopped not far from him.

Viki's eyes moved from the place with the most energy, and met the figure of the supreme leader of Hydra.

Before, a square phantom was reflected on her retina—the most solid part of the phantom contained a palpitating energy.

And the Schmidt she "sees" at this moment also has a brighter energy field than ordinary people.

He is more like a "weapon" than a "person".

The girl spoke with a low voice: "...As long as you give me the best materials, our cooperation can be close."

Dr. Zola wiped the sweat from his brow, and the policeman's eyes kept turning between John Smit, Victoria Ollivander, and the Rubik's Cube.

"Then are you... satisfied with the material here, Miss Ollivander?"

He strode up to the square "treasure" and brushed his palm over it vaguely: "Believe me, even the hidden Ollivander family doesn't have such a high-quality treasure...it makes my blood boil .”

The girl looked in his direction—he looked at the Rubik's Cube, but she looked at his face.

The person in her eyes has a vague outline of energy, with rough eyebrows and eyes outlined.

Only John Smit, apart from the layer of skin on his face that has no energy and is useful to people, what really belongs to him is the skeleton above the neck.

She smiled slightly at the skeleton.

"Yes, it makes my blood boil too."

……

"Those potions just make my blood boil."

Sweat drenched his short dark brown hair, and the fever-like blush on the young man's face had faded, and now his face was completely incompatible with the "blood boiling" in his words.

He looked almost like a stiff, pale corpse.

Before, ten minutes ago, Bucky had passed out once, and now it was time for him to wake up again.

The members of the 107th Army Division surrounded him, their faces as ugly as his.

And as the one being surrounded, Bucky even had the will to joke—even though his body was trembling due to the rapidly dropping body temperature: "Hey, look, have my pectoral muscles gotten bigger?"

"Really?" Gabe cooperated with him with a calm voice, "Maybe Captain America has gone through such a process. I heard that his muscles need more than ten years of fitness to achieve."

"Oh, Steve Rogers."

Bucky twitched his lips and let out a short cheer.

"The one who is close to vermilion is red and the one who is close to ink is black. It seems that I will be red on top of red."

At this moment, others don't know that the bamboo horse "Steve" he knows is the Captain America "Steve", just think he is making a pun again.

The most impulsive and rough-headed Dugan turned around and wiped his face at this moment.

The people next to him heard him choke out a curse from his throat:

"Fuck [beep——] Hydra, F[beep——]uck his son of a bitch..."

The door outside the prison suddenly opened again at this moment.

A few German soldiers dressed in military uniforms walked in cursingly, and turned this way with precision.

"Take that Barnes up there."

The one leading the team waved.

"Someone wants him from above."

The author has something to say: There are many fairies talking about abuse, glass slag, etc...

This copy of World War II, except for its size, direction, and direction, should not be more cruel than the movie, believe me...

You see, Wikiki is here to save Bucky...

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