[comprehensive] villain friend

Washington Strange Tale 【Ⅶ】

Under the laurel tree, Dolores stared silently at the low-key black Santana not far away with her arms folded.

Rumlow rested one hand on the outside of the car window and held a cigarette between his hands. He leaned on the back of the chair a little dejectedly, exhaling a mouthful of gray smoke.

"Why do you always look at me?" He suddenly turned his head and looked at Dolores with lazy eyes, "...I don't have time to play house games with a little girl recently. I Think you'd better stay indoors now."

"I'm just curious, what are you going to do." Dolores changed his posture, "Waiting for the Winter Soldier?"

"...This has nothing to do with you. Knowing too much may not be a good thing, little girl."

"You rarely send him out to do missions... It seems that a combat force with a mechanical arm will not be easily sent out by you to solve problems that can be solved by ordinary agents—" Dolores stated, "For the rare 'property' people are always extra cautious about...seems like you're going to use it under certain conditions... like some... normal agents can't handle... superheroes?"

She noticed that the corner of Rumlow's mouth was down: "Obviously this might be the last time, right?"

"..." He frowned.

"That man—" Dolores said, "does he... even count as a man?"

"You seem to care about the Winter Soldier?"

"Winter Soldier?" Dolores pretended to be puzzled.

"The Winter Soldier." Rumlow took a puff of a cigarette, perhaps having discovered something pleasant, he glanced at Dolores with great interest, and didn't mind saying a few more words to her, "That name has too many syllables." Too much, this is the abbreviation, and usually we call him-"

"..." So he doesn't even have a basic name?She also thought that "Winter Soldier" was a title or a nickname, and the colleagues who worked with him would call him by his real name... Turns out...

Dolores lowered her eyes.

"What? Are you interested in him?" Rumlow smiled mockingly, "This is really interesting-I can't wait to tell your stubborn dad..." His face appeared There was a faint malice, as if imagining that scene was enough to make him feel happy.

"So what if you tell him?" Dolores asked.

He looked at Dolores, as if sizing up the person in front of him: "...it's okay to tell you," he said, "because the Winter Soldier will never have feelings. He belongs to Hydra Assets. Who would allow their own assets to have unexpected variables?"

"Assets?" Dolores repeated softly. "...Oh, that sounds so sad."

The door not far away was pushed open, and the heavily armed mercenaries followed behind the Winter Soldier, and the three came out in the gesture of chasing the prisoner.

He looked like he had returned to his original appearance. He looked like a pale vampire who had just woken up from a coffin. His metal arms carried the beauty of future machinery, and his eyes did not fluctuate. He walked over step by step.

Dolores looked at him, and recalled the scene she saw yesterday in her mind - screaming in pain, struggling feebly, the man whose memory had been washed out again, strange eyes, and a brand new machine.

"You're finally here—" Rumlow pushed open the car door, bypassed Dolores, and looked at one of the mercenaries, as if the Winter Soldier standing in front of him didn't exist at all, "Why are you so slow?"

"Something went wrong when the Winter Soldier lifted his status..." The other party struggled with words.

"question?"

"Oh...sir, the Winter Soldier made some mistakes last night..." The other party raised the corners of his lips in embarrassment, "So they..."

"...I just skipped one night's shift," Rumlow said, "that's all that happened?" He glanced at the Winter Soldier next to him, "So it's time to re-cooperate? . . . See through."

He threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his feet, "Let's go, it's time for us to go to work."

Dolores took a step back, and several people got into the car one after another. The Winter Soldier stepped into the car neatly like a silent and obedient machine.Rumlow started the car, turned his head, and looked at Dolores: "...Don't forget your identity, Hayek." Leaving this unclear sentence, Rumlow stepped on the accelerator, out of here.

Identity?

Dolores frowned, and she glanced back at the house, as if she could see the low-level Hydra members busy like worker bees through them.

She has seen those tired scientific researchers in white coats more than once... Let an organization concentrate on it, busy up and down to this point, after all...

...what the hell are they planning?

......

76th time.

Dolores held the juice in one hand and manipulated the mouse with the other, like every little girl addicted to the Internet,

【Happy time off from school? :) - SH]

Dolores squinted her eyes when she saw the information that popped up suddenly on the computer. She was sitting on the leather sofa in the center of the living room. An attention-disturbing motion monitor with a red dot.

She didn't know if the office staff sitting in the basement were dutifully staring at the dozens of surveillance videos placed in the house, but it obviously didn't sound too pleasant anyway.

【Am I not mistaken?You actually used facial expressions?It seems that cohabitation has a great influence on you. 】

She tapped her fingers on the keyboard, and without waiting for the other party to reply, she began to write again: [I heard that a difficult person appeared in the UK recently?Congratulations... I have a feeling this "Christmas" is going to be a long one. 】

[Oh, apparently Gotham is not that pleasant.Washington is much better off... How does it feel to be imprisoned? ——SH】

[You can try it yourself, Mycroft will be very happy to arrange a short trip to the prison for you. 】

[Obviously you have been completely isolated from the world, b. ——SH】

[Isolated from the world?Who are you talking about? ] Dolores asked back.

[Why don't you read the news? ——SH]

news?

Dolores frowned, exited the email page, and opened the web page.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. Declassified!The Avengers' betrayal? "

"Declassified Incident: The Authorities Have Been Manipulated by Hydra!" "

"Nobel laureate Alexander Pierce turned out to be the leader of a terrorist organization"

The Greatest Conspiracy Ever: Project Insight

what's the situation? ?

Dolores glanced down quickly and glanced back at the monitor behind her.

Most of the scientific researchers are still staying at the bottom of the house, without any signs of movement or panic-this means that they have not received the message-Has Hydra been exposed?

And what is that insight program?Is this the final plan they've been working on? ?

Dolores clicked on it, frowning quickly to browse.

... how crazy, she thought, that they want to clean the world?This is simply... According to a mechanical algorithm, which people are in danger and then kill them?Hydra was more desperate than she thought.

And things are not right. If things are really as successful as Pierce and the others expected, then it is absolutely impossible for a large-scale information leak to occur at this moment.

……the Avengers?

She sat there motionless, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Meanwhile, new mail has arrived.

[If you beg me, maybe I will reluctantly agree to help you - this kind of pediatric monitoring equipment can even be solved by John. ——SH】

"..." She couldn't help being silent for a moment, and exhaled.

【no thanks.goodbye. 】Pressing the send button, Dolores picked up the apple on the table and took a bite calmly.

At the same time, in a certain room under the floor, dense surveillance screens flashed at the same time, and then returned to normal. On the surveillance screen facing the living room, Dolores sat there quietly, fiddling with the computer.

"Ding~"

Dolores flipped to the phone.A new message with no source and a completely empty number.

【solved.Thank you for your patronage~]

The message fades away, fading into nothing.

She closed the phone, took another bite of the apple, put the half-missed apple on the table, closed the laptop, stood up calmly, picked up the backpack, hugged the laptop, and walked out.

The sun was just right, and Dolores stretched out her hand to block the glare of the sun, walked to the courtyard, opened the door of a Land Rover, and sat in it. She took out the key from her pocket, looked for the keyhole, and went to Unscrew, close the door and put on your seat belt.

Dolores took a deep breath—

"God! I hope she has passed the driver's license test." A worried male voice sounded from her computer.

Dolores paused and looked over.

"Don't make such a fuss. She's an adult, John," came another voice, "—but no driver's license."

The voice paused for a while: "Turn on the computer, Hayek, I want to check the environment."

"...I've said it many times, don't hack into my computer." Dolores pressed the beating forehead helplessly.

"Hacking in?...Is it necessary?" Sherlock didn't care, "I just need a button..."

"Enough." Dolores interrupted him, opened the computer cover as if resigned to fate, and let the camera face the front, "I don't want to hear it, instead of telling me how you did it, tell me what you should do now How to do it?"

"...much more comfortable now," Sherlock said. "I hate looking at a black screen."

"What should be done?" Watson's voice echoed Sherlock's. "Oh, I hope you remember me, Dolores, I am..."

"John. I know, yes, thank you," Dolores said. "Now I'm on the run, which keeps me busy, so let's put aside the English politeness. Let's solve the problem that exists. "

"It seems that not only did you not take the driver's license test..."

"Yes, I don't know how to drive yet." Dolores answered, put her fingers on the steering wheel, and tapped, "I thought you hacked in here to help me."

"Do you need it?" Sherlock replied half-sarcastically, with a bit of laziness, "Didn't you hire another hacker? ... I remember you always trusted your information network ... an organization called [Rising Tide] ?”

"—yes, but obviously the tide has gone out now....Can you hack into this car and remotely control the steering wheel, Sherlock?" Dolores thought, "Let it step on the accelerator and turn the steering wheel by itself." Flute or something."

"...are you dreaming?"

"..." Dolores shrugged.Holding the steering wheel with both hands, looking forward, "Okay - it seems that you are useless, or I can only rely on myself."

"Oh wait! You can't even drive a car! This is nonsense!" interrupted Watson.

"Oh, John, trust me, if there was a bicycle or electric scooter, I would definitely choose that without hesitation - pity... Do you think a member of a cult organization will ride a bicycle or a pink electric scooter to the rally ?”

"..." Watson felt that he couldn't imagine it, and he sighed in frustration, "Even so..."

Dolores had already stretched out her foot in the first step, and got into position, imitating what she had seen before.

"...step on the accelerator first?" she muttered to herself.

"No no no no no no no no!!! Move the joystick first!!!" Watson yelled, his voice terrified, and Dolores heard him push Sherlock away, "I think you should go first!" Let's think long term about the car!!!"

"...Thanks, Watson." Dolores pushed up the joystick and stepped on it.

The car rushed forward, and Dolores paused, innocently: "Oh...it seems a little..."

"Too fast! Hit the brakes!! Brakes!!!"

Dolores stepped on the sound.

"Oh my God!!! My God! You stepped on the wrong way!!! It's the brake, not the accelerator!!!" Watson cried out in despair.

Seeing that the car was about to hit the wall, Dolores subconsciously leaned to the right, turned the steering wheel in time, and luckily opened the gate, and the car left here smoothly.

"...Wow." Dolores blinked while holding the steering wheel.

"Good luck," Sherlock commented.

"You must be crazy! You! Sherlock! You taught a child to drive! And you! Dolores! You have never driven a car! How dare you go straight on the road!!"

"Don't make such a fuss, John, I can drive when I'm ten years old." Sherlock said flatly.

"Sometimes life needs a little gambling." Dolores smiled. "Look, it's easy—"

The car body hit the roadblock heavily, Dolores tilted his body, turned the steering wheel in time, and returned to the road smoothly: "...just a little accident occasionally."

Sherlock made a mocking "ha".

"...Life is like this." Dolores looked ahead with a serious face, and insisted on finishing, "...As long as your life doesn't get derailed, it's okay to try boldly."

—…No, this is complete nonsense.She would never attempt to drive herself if she hadn't been forced to.

"...well," Watson seemed to accept his fate, or was dazed by the sudden philosophical atmosphere, "my only hope is not to meet the traffic police on the way.... So where are you going now?"

"To the train station—back to New York," replied Dolores.

The author has something to say: This chapter is driving.

Really drive.Thankfully, I am also an author who can drive.