[comprehensive] villain friend

Washington Strange Tales 【Ⅵ】

Troubled.

Dolores heard a faint sound of disordered footsteps from the other side of the stairs. It seemed that Edmund had come down the stairs, and more people gathered in the hall and walked back and forth.She stood up and looked out the window. At some point in the courtyard, there were a few cars parked crookedly, and the lights were graceful, falling on the car body.

The foyer opens wide.The lights gradually went out.

Dolores held on to the window frame with one hand, shrouded in darkness, only able to hear her own breathing, which was clearly audible.

She turned around and opened the door of the bedroom calmly. The place has fallen into the silence of the night again. Dolores looked down on the decoration of the corridor by the moonlight. Everything seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Only at the entrance of the underground secret room, The light source shows a long golden line through the gap that is not tightly closed.

She walked down the corridor, slowly descending the stairs at the end.

Dolores felt that she was very sober, and she even had a rough picture of the scene in the basement in her mind—then she pushed open the door of the secret room with a strange mood.

Today the man was sent out again, this is the second time she knows.He doesn't often "go out on missions". Dolores feels that Hydra will not be so stupid as to be overqualified, so it is inevitable that every time his missions will be of high difficulty level, those dangerous missions that ordinary people cannot complete.

From this - the more missions he performed, the more crucial what Hydra is doing now, the more powerful their opponents are, and in order to prevent omissions, he will be sent out.

She stood at the window and watched him leave—Dolores had a faint feeling that the other party seemed to be changing gradually. If she saw him the first day, he still looked like a piece of thousand-year-old ice, covered in ice. With the coldness of just coming out of the ice cellar, he seemed to have taken on some ignorant airs when he was on a mission this time. Although he still didn't speak much, he had already learned how to use short words very quickly. Instructing others, although it seems only to be angry, anger is at least an emotion.

Dolores didn't know whether to be happy for him - it seemed like a good thing, obviously Hydra's technology couldn't completely obliterate a person's personality, but as long as he was still being used as a weapon in their hands one day In the hands, having emotions and personalities can become a deadly thing.

She always felt a little uneasy.

In fact, Dolores did not say anything to the other party.There was no talking, no understanding, she didn't even know the other person's name.

All the conclusions she drew came from that limited meeting, and the man was often only allowed to leave the basement when a mission was about to be performed.

—Maybe it can't be called a "basement".

Dolores stepped down, leaning on the wall with one hand, and a long passage appeared before her eyes.She stared at this empty aisle, and she could completely imagine that what she would see when walking through this aisle would definitely not be just the small basement she had imagined.

——Have they hollowed out all the underside of this house to build an underground base? ?She couldn't help thinking.

Dolores walked straight along the aisle. I don't know if it was because of some problem with the mission that all the Hydra members gathered in a certain place. She didn't meet a single soldier or worker until the end of the aisle. personnel.

So the road diverged into two, and without hesitation, she chose the one on the left and continued on, with a casual attitude as if she was just wandering around at home at night, but two members of Hydra with guns came from another corner without warning. Appeared, Dolores and the two on the opposite side saw each other, she kept walking, with a natural expression, she put her hand in her pocket and walked towards each other.

The two men stopped, looked at each other, and watched Dolores move closer and closer at the same time, passing calmly between them.

Two people:"……?"

One of the men couldn't help but turned his head and called out to Dolores: "...wait!"

Dolores stopped, turned sideways, and frowned in confusion: "...what's the matter?"

"..."

The two looked at each other again, as if they were exchanging ideas, the other man patted his companion on the shoulder awkwardly, and said to Dolores, "...No, it's okay...I'm sorry."

Dolores nodded slightly, and was just about to turn around, but the next moment, she seemed to remember something, and paused: "Oh, that's right."

The other party stopped and stared at Dolores vigilantly and puzzled.

"...Has Edmund come down?" She seemed to have suddenly remembered such a thing, tilted her head, asked a casual question, and then glanced at the ceiling, "Or is he still... "

"Uh," one of them glanced at Dolores uncertainly, "...he shouldn't be down yet..."

"Really?" Dolores said, with a thoughtful expression on her face, she nodded, raised her hand and glanced at her watch, "So...it seems I'm early."

"..."

"Did he tell you again where I should wait for him?"

"...He...didn't tell us." The two men glanced at each other again, as if they had finally confirmed something, and their expressions relaxed. One of them changed his standing somewhat casually, showing a relaxed smile , "You can go and see for yourself - I guess it should be on the A47."

"Really?" Dolores smiled, "Thank you." She waved her hand lightly, turned and walked in the direction the two came out.

Behind her, the two men also turned around and walked forward.

"Why did Hayek let his daughter down?" one of them asked. "...I thought he was just coming to review the Winter Soldier's mission."

"Who knows?" The other didn't care, and he couldn't help yawning, "...Maybe she also joined the organization? Didn't Pierce come to inspect today? Maybe Hayek wanted to introduce her to Pierce?"

"Whatever. It doesn't really concern us much—I just care about when we can go back to rest."

"—at least until Pierce leaves."

"Oh, that sounds all right..."

The figures of the two people disappeared at the end.

……

A47.

Dolores looked at the number on the iron gate as she walked, and she saw some people carrying boxes hurrying in one direction, so she followed them.

The door was half open—he was naked from the upper body, his metal arm was placed on the armrest, his eyes were lowered, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression looked a little dazed and pitiful.

Dolores put his hand in his pocket, and she watched some people busy repairing the steel arm around him. The tailor mended crookedly, and one couldn't help but wonder how painful it would be when the arm was connected.

Yet he must have felt nothing by now.

Several guards with guns stared at him unblinkingly, as if they felt that he was going to violently hurt people in the next moment.

Dolores looked into the other's face, and at that moment he raised his head and stared at her warily.

The staff next to her looked at her belatedly: "Who are you—"

Dolores stepped forward, as if completely ignoring others, just looked at the man with metal arms, frowned, and opened his mouth to say something: "You..."

"Why are you here?!" Edmund's voice came from behind, Dolores turned his head and saw him standing in front of the door, behind him were followers who filed in and scattered in all directions, he was a little out of breath, As if finally angered by Dolores, "——Who allowed you to come down!"

Dolores turned slightly, tilted her head, looked at Edmund's furious face with interest, and even smiled.

This smile obviously ignited the other party's anger even more.

"I said, give me a place to stay!" He took a step forward and pressed Dolores' shoulder, "You go up to me now! Go back to your room!"

"What if I don't?" Dolores asked rhetorically, feeling the pain in her shoulder - sobering.

"Do you think I really won't kill you?" He gritted his teeth and threatened in a low voice. The two of them were so close that she could even see the burning anger and... anxiety in his eyes?

But it doesn't matter.

Dolores looked at him without flinching: "You think I'm afraid that you'll kill me?" She twitched her lips, "Come on, I'll be waiting for you."

"you--!"

"Why so angry, Edmund?"

Edmund froze. He and Dolores looked towards the door at the same time. The bodyguards and other staff separated to the two sides. The man in suits and leather shoes casually took off his glasses and put them in his suit pocket calmly. Looking at the two of them first, he smiled slightly: "...Do you not want me to see your daughter?"

"..." Edmund's face calmed down. He seemed to regain his senses the moment he saw the other person, and he became the man Dolores knew well. "Don't make such a joke, Pierce."

"Well," the man named Pierce sighed softly, "you never understand my humor." He looked at Dolores, and he spread his hands, "You know how much I value you— — especially after you put everything at great risk to let us establish a base here."

Edmund moved the corner of his mouth: "My honor, for Hydra."

"Yes, for Hydra—I think you should have had such an awareness long ago, for example, giving everything for your ideal." Pierce looked at Dolores suggestively, "So, you are the one named Dolores. Lacey's girl? You look different than I thought."

"You're also different from what I thought," Dolores said calmly, and brushed off Edmond's hand, "Mr. Pierce."

"You know me?"

"Obviously, Mr. Director." She shrugged. "Secretary of the United States Department of National Security, Director of the World Security Council—what do you prefer? Perhaps...the leader of Hydra?"

Pierce took a fixed look at Dolores, and smiled at Edmund: "...Your daughter is very interesting, Edmund."

"She's always been like that," said Edmund, looking down at Dolores wearily. "...it's just useless. I'll be sending her far out of Washington soon."

"That's a pity——" Pierce remained calm, "I really appreciate her, especially some of her opinions published in journals... I think it's very interesting."

"That's just a child's point of view." Edmund met Pierce's gaze.

"Oh, Edmund, it's the young people's world these days," Pierce said, opening his arms and patting him lightly on the shoulder while watching Dolores, "Why don't you ask the young people what they think? "

"...Are you inviting me to join Hydra?" Dolores said bluntly.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Dolores chuckled, and looked at Pierce without hesitation.

Edmund immediately gave her a warning look: "...Dolores! Pay attention to your attitude!"

"I just thought it was funny—" Dolores shook her head, as if she didn't hear Edmund's words, "Hydra...a Nazi organization that was notorious during World War II...why do you think I have Maybe join in?"

"Oh." Pierce's smile widened, "...Probably because I see the same things from you as we do."

"Same thing?"

"I read your article on the 'Order Society,'" he said. "That's an interesting idea...I know we have the same goals, and people tend to partner because of the same goals. Order... Order, yes, this society needs order. And in the world we are about to usher in, there are no criminals, only order.  …Hydra has what you need, we have absolute power, and you have enough' appeal ’, especially for those younger groups.”

"..."

"What's more, you are also interested in us, aren't you?" He shifted his gaze to the man who sat there, motionless during their conversation, letting others repair his arm, "otherwise you wouldn't have come here by yourself." Here... our base, you might not have come, you could have stayed in peace until everything was over and returned to New York."

Dolores followed, and she looked at the man who sat unresponsive to their conversation, his head bowed, as if in thought.

—does he meditate?

"...I'm just interested in him."

"That's enough." Pierce said, casually glanced back, "Where's Rumlow?"

"He didn't come over, sir." A man with a beard stood up in a deep voice, "I am willing to help you."

"Take our friend away," he said, glancing at Dolores, "...and I will show her our precious possessions without hesitation."

"But sir, the condition of the Winter Soldier is a bit unstable..."

Pierce stopped the other party's words, so he walked in front of Dolores in silence, Dolores and Edmund stepped back a little, she stood there, staring at Pierce in some silence.

"Mission report, Winter Soldier." Pierce said coldly, facing this precious "asset", he seemed to have lost his good patience and genial attitude—or maybe these were things he pretended to be.

"..." The Winter Soldier lowered his head, seemingly still immersed in complicated thoughts.

Pierce narrowed his eyes.

He moved a bit and looked at Pierce in front of him, feeling a little lost. Dolores noticed those turquoise eyes shrouded in layers of mist: "...the man on the bridge, I know him. "

Pierce stared at him.

"...I know him." He repeated in a low voice.

"You should have killed him," Pierce said.

So he pursed the corners of his mouth: "...but I know him." His tone was low, as if he had some reluctance.

The atmosphere darkened.

Dolores felt that if something didn't happen to interrupt the confrontation between the two, the next moment Pierce would kill him himself.

She was expressionless: "...I thought he didn't have a mind of his own."

Pierce took a breath, turned his head to look at Dolores, and smiled hypocritically: "...Of course we can't do this... People always have thoughts, whether you like it or not."

"Independent thinking is not conducive to good management." She listened to the cold words coming out of her own mouth, "...I'm really curious, do you just let your precious assets be corrupted by bad personal thoughts?"

"Of course not—" Pierce stood up straight, he lost the desire to continue talking with the Winter Soldier, and looked straight at Dolores. He waved his hand, and immediately someone skillfully approached the Winter Soldier and pressed him down. Go down, turn on the machine and fasten him, "Of course we have other ways to ensure that they are obedient, such as some passwords, some interesting ways, to ensure that they are still in control... But sometimes there will be some uncontrollable Situations, such as now..."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Dolores saw the Winter Soldier tremble slightly, with a resisted expression and a vague sense of fear.

However, he still stayed there obediently, without any resistance.

Pierce laughed, raised his hand, put it down.

That machine was running in front of everyone.

"At this time, we often let him—"

Dolores stared at the Winter Soldier's eyes suddenly tightened.

"—Start all over again."

The author has something to say: This chapter is so handsome!

Thanks to the Winter Soldier for contributing to the blackening of Duo Zong 2333333