"You did Washington's business, too!"

The long legs, which were as warm and white as jade, were unceremoniously resting on Fisher's thighs, and the two little feet were swaying in front of his eyes.

"How is it possible, I'm obviously a victim too, okay!" Fisher dropped the papers in his hand and turned to look at Margaret, who was wearing a lilac silk nightdress, half-lying on the sofa like a noblewoman, with an open fashion magazine at hand, and on the large sofa on the other side, Kate, in a camisole shirt, was doing yoga by herself.

"Victim, why don't I believe it at all?" Margaret covered her mouth and chuckled, then lifted her foot and gently kicked Fisher's stomach.

"Kate, do you believe it?"

"If he hadn't sent us to space before, I'd have believed it, but look at the captives he kept in the little dark room, it's strange that I can believe it now!" Kate said angrily.

The two of them will not be dissatisfied with what Fisher did, the other party's hidden attitude is the problem, if they know, the guarantee effect can be doubled, not to mention the White House, the National Air and Space Exhibition Hall and the Lincoln Memorial can give you a level, maybe Kate will get some cultural relics from the White House or something.

"By the way, what are you going to do with those captives? Thousands of people, it's not a problem to be locked up like this, many people are injured and their mental state is not good, do they want to be executed? ”

"How is that possible, I'm not a butcher!" Fisher said: What I hate most is the slaughter of human resources.

"Are you sure?"

"Just kidding, I'm such a big philanthropist, I usually don't even want to step on ants!" Fisher said disdainfully, of course, he also added in his heart that ants are a part of the earth's ecology, so they must be protected, but aliens are not, so slaughtering aliens is not a massacre!

But Fisher's explanation did not convince the other party, and the two women laughed and trembled, so the angry Fisher could only take out the stick of the law and tell them what the fate of slandering others was.

The nightgown and camisole are gone.

Classes are classes, and it is naturally impossible for Fisher to give up the captured Hydra, nor can he hand them over to them as the US government said, God knows if another guy will come out to do a paperclip plan.

Of course, it is impossible for him to let these people go, Hydra has always pursued a policy of elite soldiers, these prisoners are also among the best in S.H.I.E.L.D., and they can also be a senior veteran in Atlas to do it, most of them can average two foreign languages, driving and shooting fighting are ordinary skills, and the Aegis special forces brought over by Rumlow are on average veterans who have served for more than fifteen years, and they can't beat the American team, but Coulson thinks he can punch one by one.

After pouring himself a glass of wolfberry water and taking a sip, Fisher leaned back on the bed and taught the two of them.

"These captives will become an inseparable part of Atlas, and in the future, they will have only one goal, that is, to fight for the cause of human liberation until the last moment!"

"That is, they are going to sell coolies to Atlas until they die?"

"Selling coolies is not the same as self-struggle, people are atoning for their past, how can they sell coolies, change their minds, and be a new talent!"

Fisher is not a villain either, these members of Hydra only need to serve for a few more decades, and when they reach the retirement age of seventy, then they can get a good pension, and an Alaskan beach house, so they can enjoy their old age in peace!

What the? You said you refused, didn't want to do this, were tired of fighting and killing, and wanted to return to the family? Okay, please ask the U.S. Department of Justice, sedition, riot, treason, dereliction of duty, homing, violent injury, these punishments are not much, at most you will be sentenced to 300 years, and the United States is a cooking country, we can let you choose a prison to serve your sentence, from the xx prison full of fagots to the xx prison that likes to feed oil fish to the prisoners, and then you can not be locked up to the xx prison full of black corn.

There are two paths in front of these captives, and it is obvious how everyone will choose, and there is at least a minimum living guarantee for Atlas every month.

What, what if you say that someone is really determined to serve his sentence and go back to Earth? I'm sorry, but there is no special car back to Earth on the space station, please walk back by yourself!

And when the captives who were locked up in space for three days without water and food learned that they only had two choices, many people tried to start a riot, ready to seize control of the space station to negotiate terms with Atlas, but the armed gendarmes with heavy ceramic and titanium armor told these unwilling hydras with electric batons and iron fists that the captives had no right to shout human rights, and after the dozen or so thorns in the lead were thrown directly out of the airlock door and turned into ice sculptures in front of everyone, the first Hydra captives stood up and walked to the operating room, After being injected with the third-generation nanopotion, he was given a new set of uniforms and ID cards, as well as a ticket to the Titan base.

With the first guy who resigned himself to his fate, the second and third will also jump out, human beings are all conformists, after all the nano drugs are injected, these captives will be screened at the Titan base, civilian and technical personnel will stay at the Titan base to serve, which can be regarded as adding a touch of popularity to the empty base, and the combatants are uniformly replaced with the latest combat equipment and weapons, including new full-coverage combat armor suits and electromagnetic weapons, and they also have to receive training in the control of various vehicles of Atlas, Led by veterans, race and drill in canyons filled with ammonia waterfalls and steam.

I have to say that people are so strange, the prisoners who cried to death in the prisoner of war camp immediately changed their attitudes one hundred and eighty degrees after coming into contact with the equipment assigned to them, especially those members of the armored forces who hugged their heads and cried after getting the new suspended armored vehicles, only hated that they were too young at the time, and they knew that things were so good, and they had to join Atlas when they died!

What else can Fisher say about this, everyone scolds Wang Jingze, everyone is Wang Jingze, and the truth is eternal!

"Make sure these guys form combat effectiveness in the shortest possible time!"

The light of the Torch has shone again, the doors of the next world have opened to him, and now all he has to do is prepare for all the challenges possible, and acquire as many technologies or abilities as possible to improve Atlas or his own strength.