[comprehensive] villain friend

Washington Strange Tale【Ⅲ】

"...Or, Hydra's intelligence system should be updated?"

Edmund Hayek's pupils contracted sharply.He was silent for a second, then twitched the corner of his mouth: "I don't understand what you're talking about—"

"Of course you don't have to understand what I'm talking about." Dolores nodded indifferently, "I don't think I'm interested in interfering with other people's subjective consciousness."

Dolores vaguely re-read the word "subjective consciousness".

"..."

"Look at your surprised look, sir." Dolores smiled half a smile, "Why? You never thought that your organization that is constantly expanding and encroaching on small forces would be exposed one day? Or did you never think about it? ...Will I discover this secret?"

"...You are very smart." Edmund finally spoke, his voice subconsciously lowered, "but smart people always die early—"

"This really puzzles me...... I always thought that you are a smart person who has lived until now?"

Edmund choked, and he frowned grimly at Dolores.

"Don't look at me that way, sir," Dolores said. "Honestly, it would be annoying if I lived under the same roof as you in Washington for a month and found nothing."

She leaned forward slightly, her long hair slipped from behind her shoulders, hanging down her cheeks, the corners of her lips were raised, and her eyes were burning: "——I'm so curious, what kind of stupid image of me is in your heart, so that you are so relieved to see me?" I'm in the same place as your bunch of secrets."

"It won't happen in the future." Edmund remained expressionless, "I thought you were smart enough to understand what a 'secret' is."

"Secret?" Dolores laughed, "... Hydra? Isn't it a very old... organization?"

Edmund's eyebrows twitched heavily when Dolores said "Hydra": "If you're really smart enough..."

"Then I should just learn to shut up?" Dolores continued. "Calling that group with the octopus head 'YOU-KNOW-WHAT'? Expressing my awe in vague terms?  … ...How, if I call Hydra twice more, it can automatically retrieve who called its name?"

"I don't know if the organization will." Edmund's voice cooled down, "but I will."

Dolores was silent, she stared at Edmund with a blank expression.

Edmund turned around and walked towards the gate: "...you stay in Washington, stay here. I will arrange someone to protect you soon.... Be smart," he glanced at Dolores Si, "...girl."

……

The heavy wrought iron gate was slowly opened.The perched birds fluttered away in shock.

The car window was pulled up again, the man chewing gum sat upright, and glanced at the coffin-like box behind him invisibly, as if he finally relaxed a bit.With one hand leaning against the window, he tapped the edge of the window with his fingers, half-smiling.

The young driver next to him sneaked a few glances at him. Seeing that he was in a good mood, he let out a smile just now: "...Sir, does sending the assets here end the mission?"

"End?" the man repeated, and cast a casual glance at the young driver, "What are you thinking—the mission has just begun."

"Just at the beginning...? No way." The young man wailed vainly, "I'm exhausted to pull that big guy over from Siberia—"

"You're still early, young man." At this moment, he didn't mind joking with his subordinates. The man touched his pocket and took out a cigarette, "—it's not tiring to do what we do Or not tired. Just tasks and waiting tasks."

The other party shrugged: "Okay——then what are we going to do here now? Kill people or set fire? Or be undercover spies?"

"Neither of them," the man exhaled smoke rings, frowned, and said reluctantly, as if he was a little embarrassed, "...to be a bodyguard."

……

"I really can't figure it out." He walked steadily, with a sense of strength after training, "—what are you crazy about, so you can arrange this job for me."

"Is this job not good?" The man in a suit following behind him pushed his glasses calmly, "Since you were injured a little on the last mission, I have arranged for you to have such a leisurely recuperation...in a few days After the matter progresses, everyone has to get busy, and then you will suffer."

"Hmph." He sneered, "Idle work? It's enough idle time. I don't know what you guys are thinking—"

While talking, they walked through the promenade intertwined with light and shadow. Large pieces of glass projected melting sunlight. Darkness and light were intertwined, but the eyes of the two were indifferent.

"—that's why I was allowed to play with a young lady."

"Correct me, it's not about playing. It's about keeping her safe." The man's voice remained unchanged, "By the way... hold her steady."

"Steady her? Why - she's just a young lady..."

"She is a smart person, and more importantly, she has some very interesting ideas - the boss is very interested in some of her ideas." He said vaguely.

But that's enough.The most important thing to do with them is to read out the meaning contained in those unclear sentences.

The gloomy man pressed his eyebrows.

——This girl is likely to be absorbed in and become one of them in the future.

This is interesting.He thought, judging from that file, the other party was simply pitifully weak.

"Don't forget about more important things." His companion in a suit said in a deep voice, "Everything is progressing steadily—you are just taking a short break."

"I know," he replied.

Saying so, the two of them had reached the end room.He held the doorknob with his hand and looked at his companion behind him.After receiving the signal, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly pulled down and pushed open the door.

"Hello, Miss Hayek." The man with gloomy brows raised the corners of his lips, and focused his eyes on the young girl sitting in the middle holding a book, "... I will be your personal bodyguard from today .you can call me--"

"—Rumlow."

……

man.Have undergone military training.High strength body.mercenary.loyalty.fighting skills.Injured.A mission was performed not long ago.Orphans, no relatives.Solo.Middle East, Siberia. ...Hydra?

"Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Dolores put down the coffee cup in his hand, and glanced at the man leaning against the wall with his arms folded carelessly.

"Yes, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D." He wiped the gun in his hand, and replied lazily without raising his eyelids.

— how ironic.If it's what she thinks... Then it's obvious that Hydra's internal penetration is very good.

Dolores smiled: "...Oh. Then I really have face. Does the agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. being a bodyguard mean that I can walk out of this place at will?"

"As long as it's not out of Washington," Rumlow replied, "you can do whatever you want."

Dolores narrowed her eyes: "...that's enough."

--enough?What is enough?That doesn't sound reassuring at all.

Rumlow straightened up, watching Dolores with some vigilance.

"Don't worry." Her eyes flicked across Rumlow's face lightly, looking at the French windows on the side.As the wind fell, the white curtains slowly fell, and the trees swayed like the ebb and flow of the tide——

"...My requirements have always been very low." As soon as the words finished, Dolores' eyes fell on Rumlow, "Oh——you seem to be injured?"

"Just a little injury."

"It seems so," Dolores nodded, "I hope this doesn't affect your job as a bodyguard."

-Damn bodyguard job.Dolores thought, Edmund is really bold, to put another Hydra next to her, isn't the first time not enough for him to remember?Or did he do this on purpose to let her know what kind of organization "Hydra" is?

No - bodyguards are obviously just a cover job, look at this man named Rumlow.Cunning, vigilant, and vicious—he does everything well, and his walking posture is obviously a small leader who is not too subservient. Who would give such a profitable subordinate to a girl as a bodyguard?What other purpose do they have...

"You're not here alone." She suddenly said to Rumlow, who clenched his jaw.

--Oh.

Dolores looked at Rumlow, and it was rare for her brain to run at high speed-according to what she had learned from Holmes before, using every omission, every outward performance: "What did you bring to me? Come in the house where you live?"

She frowned unhappily, leaned on the sofa, tapped her fingers impatiently on the table, pretending to be an unlovable and selfish girl: "—this is my house, don't you guys?" You can do whatever you want? Do you think this place can hold a party for you poor government employees like you?"

Rumlow frowned, but his nerves relaxed slightly: "...I thought this was Mr. Hayek's house."

"What's the difference? His is mine," Dolores paused, "...after he dies."

——She felt that she really had no way to say "he is my father".Calling Edmund Hayek a father? ... Forget it, she really couldn't use the word father without any grievances.

Rumlow had clearly thought of what she wanted to express, and he said casually, "Let's talk about it after he's dead."

——Rough enough.

Dolores put a label on him.

——And he doesn't like to use his brain... Or, he always has a contempt for people who he thinks are irrelevant at the first time. ... Where does this inexplicable arrogance come from?

Dolores was expressionless: "He will. But before that, I would like to know what exactly you shipped to my house. Are you really an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"If it's a fake replacement."

"Oh, why do I always feel..." Dolores lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, "Are you more like a mercenary?"

"That's not a good joke, ma'am." He twitched his lips.

"Really?" Dolores said, and she nodded. "It seems a little boring." She stood up. "Why don't we change places—"

Rumlow stepped forward.

"How would you like to go shopping—?"