[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 181

The task of going deep into the Hydra base was not as difficult as Oliver imagined.After DNA and iris verification, nine-headed soldiers led the returned researchers back to their research area.Unless there are special circumstances, the research area, the area to which the combatants belong, and the administrative area are separated and do not interfere with each other.Also try to avoid power struggles or attempts by internal personnel and organizational forces to defect.

Oliver only needs to act as a silent researcher, and follow the soldiers back to his laboratory or room after completing a series of procedures.

He chose to go back to the room first, and the soldier who led the way informed him that Bright's administrative superior would have a conversation with him to discuss the failure of this cooperation.

Even if Oliver confirms that there is absolutely no problem with his identity disguise, he still needs to further confirm the original character of Dr. Bright in the face of interpersonal communication. Bright himself committed suicide too early, so that Oliver has no verbal contact with him at all. .Compared with the cold laboratory, the long-lived room will make the game easier for the profiler.

Brett has an independent room, including a living room, a study, a bathroom and a bedroom.

An undershirt thrown on the sofa - no cleanliness, no attention to the details of life.

There are no landscape shots, artwork or pictures with family, but a few pictures of football stars among a stack of books that clutter the desk—ah, a poor bachelor, and a bit restrained at the same time.Even a Hydra researcher, when he is a bachelor and not very interested in art, their hobbies may be football games. Oliver turned on the TV. As he thought, it was not connected to external signals, but there were some saved specific content to watch, including the promotional video of Hydra.

No alarm clock set, but table corners piled high with instant coffee - no concept of time planning.

Oliver flipped through the scientific research books on the bookshelf. Just as he imagined, Maria's base still conducts human biochemical experiments, and Brett himself is a Ph.D. in biological genetics.The research objects don't seem to be all human beings. Oliver turned to several marine biology magazines. Oliver knows a lot about this, at least he doesn't have to worry about leaking stuff in the lab.

Oliver rummaged through his desk and bookcase, but couldn't find a single trace of his personal diary, but there were quite a few abolished experimental reports piled aside that were about to become moldy.

Although Brett's status level is relatively high, his number of successes is accumulated by the huge number of experiments-this will not make him confident, and it may bring exactly the opposite result.

Moreover, Brett has been conducting independent experiments and rarely interacts with other researchers, which also saves Oliver some trouble in disguise, but there is an extra hurdle to overcome when approaching the Mind Stone.

"Are you ready?" The soldier outside knocked on the door. He waited for a long time, but there was no impatience in his tone.

Oliver remembered that the soldier's actions towards Brett showed that he was very familiar with Brett, and perhaps he had done the pulling work before that.And his normal tone at the moment made Oliver more sure of his speculation that people like Brett might spend more time paying attention to their appearance, although sometimes this might have the opposite effect.

Oliver has completely let go of his aesthetics, he just picks out a set of clothes in Brett's closet and changes into it.

"Sorry for the wait, let's go." Their restraint can be shameful and unsettling.

The soldier followed Brett a little behind on the right as usual.

This base is different from the modern high-tech base in London. It has been abandoned for a long time, and the architectural structure is more like a product of the last century, very similar to Wolfgang Strucker's base.

Thinking that Strack got a fake gem and was taken back to the United States by the Avengers for trial, one has to sigh with emotion that Italians were born to defeat the Germans.

When he reached the entrance of a crossing corridor, Oliver slowly slowed down. He couldn't decide which way to go, until the soldier behind him reminded, "Dr. Bright, how many times have you walked by? Once you can remember the route, go from the right."

"Thank you." This time, Oliver thanked the soldier sincerely.

Passing through the corridor on the right, the conversation room is behind an inconspicuous small door. The soldier stood upright at the door with a gun in his hand, waiting for Oliver to open the door and enter.

Oliver lowered his head and glanced at the handle, took a breath and then clenched his fists, like a primary school student cheering for himself, he made up his mind to push open the door when he was ready.

But in fact there was no disturbance in his heart, his mutant ability had already detected for him a man and a woman sitting in the room serious and nervous.

In the base, Maria also learned to be good. She didn't know what method she used to build a barrier that could limit Oliver's ability. Oliver had a vague premonition that this was the power of the Mind Stone.

But that was just a barrier with a very large range. Oliver's ability could not pass through it to enter another area, but it could be used unimpeded in this area.

And that's wide enough to give Oliver a paltry sense of security.

He held the doorknob and quickly pushed the door in. With his back turned to the two talkers, he looked down at the crack and closed the door.

"Hello, both of you." Oliver tried to use this unfamiliar voice to say.Thanks to Maria, most of the reorganized team still speak English, and Dr. Bright happens to be an American, but he has been growing up on the West Coast, and Oliver needs to deal with the accent problem a little bit.

"Hello, Dr. Bright, this is Pilates, and this is Mr. Clinton. We have invited you here today to find out what happened at the Sokovia Strak Base. We have received exact According to the news, the Avengers attacked there. And we have also learned that there is no survivor in your team except you."

Oliver paused in his heart, many mercenaries survived.

Tsk, how could he have forgotten that those mercenaries are just useless pawns for Hydra. Killing them when they are used up is already a common practice for this organization, and of course no one survives.

"What did you encounter?"

"Huh?" Oliver wanted to scratch the back of Dr. Bright's head, but when he stretched out his hand, he found that he only scratched a piece of scalp. "Before the Avengers attacked, I rolled into the grass on one side, and they didn't find me. However, my gun also fell out in the process and had no attack power. Via escaped, bought a plane ticket and flew back to Italy."

Bucky said that Hydra's positioning device is installed in different positions. For weapons like them, it is more installed in the flesh, and for researchers, if not the most important type of researchers, put It is relatively more common in weapons or clothing.

Pilates pushed his glasses, and the reflected cold light made Oliver squint his eyes, and couldn't help but look up at Pilates.The cold light also obscured the emotion in Pilates' eyes.Afterwards, they talked about what happened to Brett during his escape. Oliver had already made a draft and dealt with it with ease.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Finally, Pilates and Clint stepped forward and saluted him with a Hydra salute, "Long live the Hydra!"

Oliver followed their movements and saluted the same, "Long live Hydra!"

The two got up and left first. Oliver sat on the armchair with his back to the door and turned to watch them walk out without any communication. He guessed that he had passed this step of the test.

However, Oliver wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants, he didn't like this bloated Brett's body at all.Regardless of combat effectiveness, even the psychological quality is poor enough.

After the footsteps of the two talkers disappeared at the end of the corridor, Oliver slowly got up and walked towards the soldiers still standing at the door.

"Take me back to the laboratory. I forgot how to get there again."

The soldier didn't evade or question anything, but this time he walked in front of Oliver's right and asked, "Where do you have dinner?"

"Bring it to my laboratory," Oliver thought for a while, and then changed it to "bring it to the laboratory in the future, put it at the door, don't interrupt my experiment, I will come and get it myself."

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"See him?" Maria sat behind the desk, cutting a piece of paper with scissors intently.

"Yes, sir. But he doesn't look any different from Brett. Could it be the wrong guy?"

"Bright has arranged to die. Did you salute him?"

"Yes."

"How does he look?"

"He...I saw loyalty, firmness and passion in his eyes."

Maria's scissors stopped, and the precarious piece of paper was blown over and over by the wind after most of it was cut off.

"I see. You go back first."

After Pilates left, Maria made the final cut.

Loyal, steadfast and passionate.

all fake. Maria is well aware of Oliver's ability to pretend and his heart, which is just to cover up his distaste for Hydra. Maria used her fingertips to slowly smooth the edges of the photo. When the plan was completed, as long as Oliver wanted to, she would be willing to change the name and purpose of the faction under her command.

Hydra's ideal?

It's none of her mother's business.

Maria swept away the paper scraps piled up on the desktop, spread out a notebook that was four-fifths used and left a blank page, and carefully pasted the photos on it.

In the photo, Oliver was looking at the red fruits of holly by the side of the road with his head slightly tilted in the night, and all the people, things and things that had nothing to do with him were cut out and swept into the trash can.