The metal railing slowly slid open, and Alexander Pierce entered the room with several guards, the door closing behind him.

The soldiers in black combat uniforms were already on standby in this cell deep underground, each of them armed to the teeth, and the guns in their hands were pointed at the center of the room with the safety open, as if thirty meters underground and layers of safety could not trap the beast in the cage.

The Winter Soldier, stripped of his shirt, sat sluggishly on the seat in the center of the encirclement. His expression was blank and motionless, as if he had not noticed at all that seven or eight micro-punches were pointing at his head.

Pierce walked into the room and waved his hand, signaling for the nervous agents to put away their guns and retreat. He approached the Winter Soldier, removed his glasses, and carefully tucked them into the inside pocket of his jacket.

The Winter Soldier ignored him, still keeping his head down. This seems a bit unusual, and it's definitely not a good sign.

"Mission debriefing." Pierce said.

The superkiller looked up mechanically, confusion and confusion written all over his face.

"Mission debriefing." Pierce repeated, bending down and leaning closer, "Your communications were cut off for two minutes after the order to retreat, what happened in the meantime?" Have you been attacked? ”

The Winter Soldier met his pale gray eyes for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"By whom?" Pierce asked, "Who attacked you?" ”

The Winter Soldier frowned slightly, looking like he was struggling to remember.

"I ...... I don't know. ”

Pierce took a deep breath: "Then did you kill the other party?" ”

Another ten seconds of impatient waiting, until the Winter Soldier looked up again to meet him. Alexander Pierce was quite sure that he seemed to see a mysterious and changing light green mist in the other man's bewildered eyes. Then the Winter Soldier's pupils contracted naturally, and black ink emerged from beneath the mist, casting some kind of enchantment on his retina.

Alexander Pierce subconsciously took a step back. He'd never seen anything like it, but his instincts told him it might not be a good sign.

“...... No. It took the Winter Soldier a while to answer the question, "Here he is." ”

Pierce's face changed suddenly. At the same second, one of the black-clad Hydra warriors in the room suddenly burst out. His palms were wrong, and two golden transparent fan-shaped magic circles suddenly condensed in the palms of his palms, cutting out along the opposite trajectory with the rotation of his figure. The two Hydra agents didn't even have a chance to scream before their throats were cut by magic weapons, and they fell to their knees.

He was wearing the black combat uniform that Hydra standard, with a helmet, and even his eyes were hidden behind the inky black goggles, just like a Hydra miscellaneous soldier mass-produced from the same mold, and he couldn't see anything unusual at all.

"Take him!" Pierce drank as he retreated towards the exit of the room under the cover of his cronies.

It's the hellish "Black Knight". Instead of taking out the target, the Winter Soldier returned to their lair with it!

Without his command, the Hydra soldiers in the room had already consciously carried it out, but the task was obviously a little too difficult for them. The light body walked through the crowd like a dragon, the fan-shaped magic weapon sharpened like clay, and the blood splattered with the path of flames. One after another, Hydra's agents collapsed in pools of blood, but the black intruder didn't seem to lose a single horn line.

"Take him!" Pierce repeated the order, only this time to the Winter Soldier. But this brainwashed super killer seemed to be determined to come to him this time, and he still sat in his place with a dull gaze and watched the man in black kill in the cramped cell, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

No one was the opponent of this intruder in hand-to-hand white-knuckle combat, and everyone was killed on the spot by that strange fan-shaped weapon almost in a split second. Everyone quickly realizes that something is wrong, and the Hydra warriors begin to shrewdly try to distance themselves, drawing their guns in an attempt to build a network of fire to suppress each other.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the room like thunder, and a dense barrage surrounded the black shadows in action. These Hydra warriors have undergone the most rigorous training, and their tactical awareness is definitely not weaker than that of any army in the world. Their firepower complements each other perfectly, and not even a single mosquito can penetrate such a dense rain of bullets.

However, there was no need for the black-clad enemy to do so.

Not a single bullet could touch his body, and the metal storm of barrage came to a halt less than half a meter away from him. They were like crashing into an invisible wall, and each bullet bounced into the air, a fleeting pale gold circle appeared in the air.

The bullet casings crackled to the ground, and the circular circles of different sizes flickered continuously, like countless ripples caused by a torrential rain hitting the otherwise tranquil water.

Alexander Pierce couldn't care less about the shock, and now saving his life was more important than anything else. Holding his head in his hands, he carefully bypassed the fire intersection in the room, hunched over to the cell door to slip away. But he soon discovers that the door has been locked by someone.

Pierce is the person in charge of this facility, so naturally there is no reason why he does not know the password to open the door. He struggled to keep his fingers from chattering — which wasn't all too easy given the bullets flying around the back of his head — and quickly typed a string of numbers into the dial and hit the "confirm" button.

In the next second, the electronic lock made a piercing "Didi" sound, and the bright red word "error" jumped out of the dial screen.

It must have been that intruder who tampered with the password.

The gunfire in the back gradually became quieter, which meant that the battle was coming to an end. Most of the only Hydra soldiers in the room, including the cronies Pierce had brought in, had loyally died in the line of duty, and now the last two fighters were left shooting and pulling away in opposite directions, hoping to buy as many seconds as possible for their superiors.

Pierce typed another string of numbers, activating the protocol to reset the password. He is one of the highest-ranking cadres of Hydra at the moment, and naturally has the authority to reset the password in an emergency.

"Code XLZ-303," Pierce yelled, "overwrite the security protocol!" ”

The words "Processing" flashed on the screen for a long three seconds, and then the words "Unknown error, access banned" popped up even more desperately.

Pierce froze.

How is this possible? He's one of the Hydra leaders today, and this is his facility, his territory, and one of the best cards in his hand.

But now he's going to be locked in his own turf by this damn door. It's also too ...... Funny, right?

The gunfire stopped, and the last of the Hydra soldiers finally fell, and no one could buy him time. The man in black swung his fan-shaped blade and slit the throat of the last soldier, and then his hands were released, and the two magical weapons vanished out of thin air.

He began to walk unhurriedly towards Pierce.

Pierce suddenly understood that the other party was not in a hurry to keep him from the beginning, because the other party knew that he couldn't leave at all.

Pierce's eyes finally fell on the Winter Soldier, the brainwashed stupid big man sitting in the chair in a daze, completely indifferent to the corpses and his boss being killed.

But he was Pierce's only remaining hope. He yelled at the Winter Soldier, "Kill him for me!" Did you hear that? I command you! ”

"Don't bother." The man in black walked up to him, and Pierce subconsciously took a step back.

"He was under a hypnotic spell and couldn't wake up for a while." The man in black said lightly, "To be honest, if it weren't for the brainwashing program you gave him, this spell wouldn't have worked so well. ”

Pierce struggled to maintain his composure: "You...... Who the hell is it? ”

"Your old friend." The other person replied, "But it doesn't matter." Now, I have a few small questions that you need to answer. And then...... I'll make sure you try to have as much fun as possible. ”

(Thanks to the 600 starting coins rewarded by the book friend Wang Yangming, the 100 starting coins rewarded by the book friend who smokes and wants to be his wife, who wants to sing on weekdays, and the people of Anhui Shuishu!) ）