Mansion prison, click, iron doors open.

The guard walked in with a plate.

"Otto, your lunch."

Otto glanced over and saw milk, chicken, snacks and fruit on the plate.

He sighed with emotion, living in this country is really happy, and human rights are carried out in prison.

He felt that it was good that an executioner like himself, who had killed 49 people, could still receive preferential treatment from humans.

Otto grabbed the fruit, took a few bites, and swallowed it, followed by the milk.

Finally, there is the chicken.

It was during chewing that Otto ate a hard, inelastic foreign body.

Bah... Doctor Octopus was not surprised, stretched out his index finger and stirred it in his mouth, and after the fingertip touched the foreign object, he used two fingers to pinch it out.

A piece of paper the size of a fingernail, and there is still a residue of chicken mixed with saliva.

Yes, Dr. Octopus thinks that the canteen master is at least a bachelor's degree, and he has the ability to put things.

Just this month, the food delivered in was intermittent and mixed with various miniature components.

At first it was the diode, then the capacitor, then the coil, and the built-in headphones were found in the beef burger the other day.

Today should be the last item.

Three hours later, he will be handed over to the Guantánamo military prison.

I've heard that the environment over there is not very good.

"Who the hell is it?"

Not feeling that he had anything to lose, he opened the note, pressed the edge of the note with a fork, and wiped the chicken scraps with his fingers.

“960kHz.”

"Medium wave frequency."

Dr. Octavis understood instantly, pulling the tiny component out of his mouth.

Otto has been putting electronic components in his mouth for the past few days.

Now that the last piece of the puzzle is complete, Dr. Otto follows the electronic circuit diagram from memory.

Screw the pins of the diode-capacitor coil together to piece together a simple mid-wave radio.

Adjust the variable capacitor to adjust the circuit oscillation frequency to 960kHz, and then adjust the reception frequency of the built-in headphones to the same frequency as the medium wave radio.

In this way, the medium-wave radio receives signals from the outside world.

The built-in headphones receive signals from the medium-wave radio.

After translating and transcoding, it becomes a sound heard by the human ear.

Coarse adjustment and then fine adjustment, and now there is no oscilloscope, so it is not clear whether the adjustment frequency is correct, only by feeling.

However, Dr. Octavius had good luck today, and after a blind sound, he finally heard someone's voice.

"Kindred, you've finally accepted your fate."

Sentencing statements.

Familiar voices, demons in his head, Otto knew who he was, Anim Zola, a ghost in a network.

A year ago, the doctor, who looked like a cat with folded ears, contacted him by email, directly hacked his computer to enter the boot page, and appeared on the screen.

………………………………………………

On the other side, Agent Hill was leading the military representatives towards the prison.

As he walked, he told the military the precautions for handing over to Doctor Octopus: "This is the button of the shock suit, as long as Doctor Octopus moves slightly, press it." ”

"The metal box behind Doctor Octopus can't be opened, and once you open his metal tentacles, you're free."

After today, Doctor Octopus no longer belongs to Mansion Prison.

Agent Hill needs to explain what happened.

This time, the military attached great importance to Doctor Octopus's escort, and five pickup trucks came, almost a company of teams.

The mansion prison is X-shaped, and Doctor Octopus is locked at the end of the northeast corner of the X, and the iron fence door is opened, and there is a long corridor inside.

Agent Hill walked down the hallway.

At that moment, her phone rang, and Agent Hill's eyebrows furrowed.

A phone call I don't recognize.

I didn't say anything about harassing phone calls from the agent, I just didn't know him... And who can call themselves through the internal cornet.

Pressing down on the Bluetooth headset, Agent Hill tentatively picked it up.

"Excuse me, is that a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent over there?"

There was still a milky sound in his voice, and Agent Hill immediately remembered some bear child holding his thighs.

It's a demon!

Needless to say, Anna is doing bad things again.

I thought about how much physical contact I had with her twice...

This guy has either hacked into his phone or injected a subcutaneous monitor into himself.

"It's not." Agent Hill was decisive: "I can transfer Agent Coulson for you." ”

Love whoever you want.

Whoever is willing to have a relationship with the little short leg will go.

Last time I was cleaning up the house, this time, changing her diapers?!

"Yes, Maria Hill, Dr. Octavius has a problem!!

Agent Hill still couldn't get used to the abrupt twist of the painting, and then she heard the sound of a pacifier on the other side, and it seemed that the little short leg on the other side of the phone was leisurely: "He'll be transferred to Guantánamo Bay today." ”

"Oh, that's going to be a problem with this transfer." The voice of the little short leg was so certain that it made Agent Hill suspicious.

She knows that although this little short leg is a bastard and doesn't think about other people's feelings when doing things, her IQ is real.

If she says there's a problem, then...

Drip, drip... The phone was cut off.

With a sudden burst in his heart, Agent Hill knew very well that it was "been", either from the side of Beacon Hill or on his side.

Pressing down on his headphones and lowering his head to pretend to be on the phone, Agent Hill glanced at the representative next to him, and then saw the blue light in his pants pocket...

Hell, signal jammer, Agent Hill suddenly understands that this is an organized and premeditated prison robbery.

Silently pulling away, trying to press down on the alarm on the wall.

Two representatives of the military stood in front of her, one left and one right, blocking her view.

didn't speak, but told her with actions that as long as there was a change...

"Enemy attack!"

At Agent Hill's shouts, the two military representatives suddenly changed their faces and went for a punch.

Agent Hill swooped down from the left and right, rolled along the wall, and when he was out of the distance, he pulled Glock 17 out of his belt, and thud... Two servicemen fell in response.

The battle has just begun.

With a thud, Agent Hill turned his head and saw five heavily armed soldiers smashing open the iron bar.

"Hell, tear gas."

Seeing the soldiers wearing gas masks, Agent Hill still didn't know what they were throwing.

Sure enough, after a burst of dazzling white light, a pungent gas dispersed.

Agent Hill rushed forward with one hand over his mouth and nose, and with a pistol in the other, he shot at the soldier with feeling.

Bang... Maybe it was years of training in marksmanship that worked, and in the chaos she knocked out a man.

The problem is that without a gas mask, she can't support it for long, and now she feels the blurring of her vision, ahem... The tear gas canisters contain not only liquid bromine, but also the poison Sies.

Leaning against the wall, Agent Hill collapsed, and with tears in his eyes, he watched as the armed soldier walked up, raising his carbine and preparing his rifle.

Bang... The soldier fell.

The remaining three soldiers looked back and saw a short man in a power suit with a gas mask on his head, knowing that it was the enemy and preparing to shoot.

The three feathered arrows were already in front of the face.

Hawkeye shook his head and put the arrow back in his hand that had not yet been sent out, there was no way, these little guys didn't need him to shoot a second arrow.

Seeing that Agent Hill was already unconscious, and knew that he could not delay any longer, he ran over quickly, took off the mask on the soldier's head lying on the ground, and put it on Maria Hill.

Ahem, ahem... It took a long time for Maria Hill to regain consciousness.