Bronx, New York.

It's a street on the edge of the Bronx, newspapers fluttering in the wind, corners of telephone poles filled with cigarette butts and marijuana bags, and two rows of century-old houses on either side of a cracked asphalt road in disrepair, filled with garbage, drugs, gangsters, homeless people, junkies, pimps and street girls.

In the middle of the street, there is a light green three-story old house with a pointed tiled roof and a small wooden structure.

Some time ago, there was a single Chinese woman who rented this house from her landlord and then moved into this old house alone.

For the people who beg for a living on this street, it is simply a little lamb sent to the door.

But before long, no one in the entire neighborhood dared to come within three meters of this old green house.

People rumored that it was a haunted house, a murderous house.

Whoever dares to go in will not die well.

Even if you just get close, you will be entangled in a nameless and vicious curse, and eventually die.

The legend of the haunting of the old green house has intensified, and even at night, no one dares to trade drugs or stand on the street to pimp.

As the midday sun shone down the filthy streets, a homeless man in a shabby coat was sleeping on the ground, surrounded by empty wine bottles.

Unlike the rumors of haunted houses outside, the old houses have clean and old wooden furniture, large sofas and soft carpets, record players, fireplaces and kitchenettes, which have a warm and nostalgic feeling of American country.

A slender and tall beautiful woman, dressed in a simple white dress, with long black princess hair naturally draped behind her shoulders, and a pair of bare white feet, stepping on the wooden floor.

She casually walked to the wine cabinet, uncorked a glass bottle, poured the grass-green vermouth into a delicate, small glass glass, a third full, and poured another glass.

She was the only one in the whole house, and she poured two glasses of wine.

The woman turned, raised the glass in her hand, and said to the empty parlor door:

"Upton."

A shoddy plastic doll was moved out from behind the door frame, and with a smile on the face of the big cake, he said:

"Long time no see, Zhang."

The plastic doll walked into the living room with its little short legs, climbed up to the wine cabinet with its hands and feet, stood on the table, and asked:

"How did you find me?"

Zhang Yuning leaned against the wall, shrugged her shoulders, and said:

"Have you forgotten? I'm a psychic, I can see ghosts. ”

Plastic ghost baby Upton Dupont said:

"But when we first met, in the hotel in the village of Beltan, you didn't notice me."

Zhang Yuning nodded and said:

"That's right, since you deceived them, Valak and Gacoco are very sensitive, and as soon as you enter this house, they are both aware of it."

Upton Dupont picked up the wine glass in his small hand, and a hint of incomprehensible color flashed in his blue plastic eyes, and said:

"I guessed it right, you not only sealed those two powerful guys, but also assimilated them with points."

Zhang Yuning looked ahead, raised her wine glass and took a shallow sip, but did not speak.

It's still the same indifference.

Upton Dupont picked up his glass and drank it, the grass green still overflowing from his red mouth.

Zhang Yuning put down her wine glass, turned her head and asked:

"How did you find me here?"

The plastic ghost baby wiped her mouth with her sleeve and said:

"Maybe it's because we're all reincarnators from the horror movie universe, so there's this kind of aggregation effect."

Zhang Yuning still looked at him indifferently and didn't say anything.

Upton Dupont felt embarrassed, so he shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Well, I overheard a conversation between two homeless men in the Bronx, and they said that on Pike Street, every night after twelve o'clock in the evening, a tall ghost nun in a medieval black nun's robe would wander the streets, and she would stand under a dim street lamp and pray...... I guess that's you. ”

Zhang Yuning nodded and picked up the wine glass again.

Upton Dupont felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward, and after thinking about it, he found a topic and asked:

"By the way, Zhang, how is your relationship with Qingshan developing?"

As soon as the words came out, Upton Dupont regretted it, he saw with his own eyes that Zhang Yuning's face turned cold instantly, and the slender fingers holding the glass pinched hard, and the knuckles were a little white.

Zhang Yuning put back the wine glass that had been brought to her lips, and said coldly:

"I have nothing to do with him."

"Uh......" Apton Dupont scratched his head, knowing that he had asked the wrong thing, and said:

"Well, actually, I came to you this time, and I have a serious business, do you remember Ron Benzm?"

Zhang Yuning said: "Remember, what's wrong?" ”

Upton Dupont said: "Ron is in trouble, we were the first to meet in this main world, he gained some abilities in the last reincarnation world, but now the perfect human people are eyeing him and want to seize his abilities, Ron is now dealing with them, please I come and ask you for help." ”

"Perfect human ......" Zhang Yuning frowned and muttered to herself in a low voice.

After thinking about it, she looked down at Upton Dupont with a strange expression, and said:

"You've been here for so long, why are you only saying it now?"

Hearing this, the plastic ghost baby lowered her head embarrassedly, scratched the back of her head again, and said:

"I forgot."

……

“Almost heave Virginia……”

Fu Qinghai drove a heavy truck alone, playing songs, and driving on a desolate and uninhabited highway.

In Fu Qinghai's impression, being a truck driver in China is a hard job, but I don't know if the truck driver in the United States is different, or Hammer Industries has specially modified it, this Peetbilt heavy truck has a luxurious interior, air conditioning, Xiaoice box, champagne beer, surround sound and everything.

Maybe James Cameron knows better.

Missouri, located in the middle of the United States, is not a densely populated place, Fu Qinghai looked at the endless low hills outside the car window, and glanced down at the location coordinates on his mobile phone.

Fu Qinghai slammed the steering wheel, and the huge front of the car tilted, and it deflected off the road and drove into the barren hills.

……

Fu Qinghai parked the truck on a withered yellow grass, turned back to its full-size state with a shot in the head, put on the Blue Shell Power Armor, and walked towards the legendary abandoned military base.

Before the outline of the base building could be seen, it was blocked by a rusty barbed wire wall at the mouth of the valley.

There was a dirty sign on it that read "Military base, no entry."

Fu Qinghai kicked open the barbed wire door, held a blaster in both hands, and walked in.

After walking a few steps, a black and gray low cement building sandwiched between the valleys appeared in front of him, looking at the mildew spots covered on the building and the weeds growing in front of the iron gate, Fu Qinghai's eyes narrowed slightly.

It can't really be just an abandoned military base, right?

Fu Qinghai glanced at the decaying metal nameplate next to the iron gate, on which was the familiar round black eagle emblem, and below was a line of inscriptions:

“.. L.D.”

It's S.H.I.E.L.D. That's right, Fu Qinghai was about to enter the iron gate with a gun, when suddenly, he paused.

Wrong.

Fu Qinghai has watched many Marvel movies, and has also watched a few episodes of the American drama "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.", and when he was in high school, he also bought a T-shirt co-branded by Jack Dick and Marvel with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on his chest.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on the wall is not the same as the one in my impression.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. Eagle logo, eagle wings, eagle feathers, and eagle tail are all abstract rectangles of rectangular lines.

And the nameplate hanging on the wall, the eagle wings and eagle feathers are composed of curved lines, and there are two eagle talons below, and there are four hollow vertical bars in the middle of the eagle body.

If Hydra were to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D., there would be no need to create another logo to deliberately expose itself...... Fu Qinghai ruled out this possibility at the first time, this is the sign of S.H.I.E.L.D., but it is different from what he remembers.

Fu Qinghai's mind turned and he reacted.

This is a certain comic book universe of Marvel.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. logo here is not the same as the S.H.I.E.L.D. in the MCU.

So Fu Qinghai's rough judgment at the beginning, the 2013 year of the Marvel Universe is the plot of Captain America...... It doesn't have to be true.

So who is the opposite of the Hydra camp at this moment?

Fu Qinghai pursed his lips, didn't continue to guess, and walked straight forward.

"Bang!"

Fu Qinghai kicked open the iron door, behind the door was a dark and vast sunken space, Fu Qinghai's shimmer vision had just started.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

A series of lights turned on, and the entire dark space was illuminated by large blazing white spotlights.

"Click, Click, Click......"

A group of heavily armed mercenaries, holding all kinds of weapons, formed a circle, and pointed their guns at Fu Qinghai.

"Wow, wow, wow, let's see, our long-awaited guests are finally here, welcome."

A robot of normal human height, with exaggerated steps, walked behind a group of mercenaries.

The square purple fuselage, the limbs composed of golden link-like metal, the small box-like probe on the top of the fuselage, and a large screen in the middle of the fuselage, showing a white and chubby human face.

This is not who Dr. Zola is.

He really has a bunch of robot stand-ins.

Long awaited...... Fu Qinghai pondered Dr. Zola's words in his heart.

Meaning, they already knew I was coming?

Fu Qinghai remained silent, and his voice came out of the loudspeaker:

"Hello, Dr. Zola, I've admired the name for a long time."

On the screen in the middle of the robot, the white fat face nodded:

"Hello, this gentleman from Hammer Industries."

They thought I was from Hammer Industries...... Fu Qinghai thought to himself and had some general guesses.

Fu Qinghai asked:

"Dr. Zola knows I'm coming?"

Dr. Zola did not hesitate to admit:

"Of course, Hydra has noticed you since you started investigating the parts of my robot's skull three days ago, and we are all curious, Mr. Justin Hammer has no intersection or contact with us, so why does he suddenly want to find out what we Hydra is for? What is his purpose? ”

"So I deliberately provided you with the location of a Hydra military base to see what you want to do."

Yes...... I see.

Fu Qinghai understood, he had vaguely felt that something was wrong before, and he had always ignored one point: Hydra, which could infiltrate most of S.H.I.E.L.D., had an intelligence ability far beyond that of a commercial espionage intelligence leader like Nathan Lemon of Hammer Industries.

If the level of espionage of Hydra is a master's degree in college, then the level of espionage of Hammer Industries is a small kindergarten class.

Not at all in an order of magnitude.

The idea of the investigation is correct, according to the spare parts to reverse the production supplier, but I am afraid that Nathan Lemmon has just started to investigate, and Hydra has already received the news.

The coordinates of this location, which Nathan Lemmon did his best to obtain, were deliberately revealed to him by Dr. Zola.

Fu Qinghai was thoughtful here, and Dr. Zora was also watching him over there.

The bone-white armor is a little bit of the style of Tony Stark's Mark series of battle armor, but it is very different, and its appearance is far thicker and more hideous than that of the Mark series of battle armor.

What does the logo on the shoulder mean? Lightning? Gear skeletons?

Dr. Zola didn't want to guess anymore, and said directly:

"Okay, this Tony Stark imitator, you have been surrounded, this military base is full of our people, and there is a robot army waiting to be awakened below, you can't escape, explain your intention."

Well, my intention......

Fu Qinghai said truthfully:

"I want to join Hydra."

Coach, I want to play basketball.

"What?" On the screen, Dr. Zola's face showed an unbelievable expression, and his first reaction was:

"Are you kidding me?"

Alas...... Fu Qinghai sighed in his heart, and said in his heart, why are you villains ......

I want to join the superhero team to uphold justice and fight crime, which is logical and reasonable, and if I want to join the supervillain organization, I have to say the reason why I am ugly, right?

Fu Qinghai can't directly say that it is the plot line camp arranged for me by the reincarnation world.

Fu Qinghai Zhengse said seriously:

"It's true, Dr. Zola, I very much agree with the philosophy of Hydra, I've always admired Baron Straker, I'm a huge fan of Red Skull, I ......"

"Don't talk about this uselessness." Dr. Zola interrupted with a direct wave of his hand, saying:

"Tell your true purpose."

My true purpose......

Fu Qinghai lowered his head and thought about it, raised his head, and said seriously:

"Because I want to the world?"

"Poof."

One of the mercenaries laughed, and Fu Qinghai turned his head to see that it was a guy who was taller and stronger than the mercenaries around him, wearing a black combat uniform and a white skull mask.

Fu Qinghai thought that it was his humorous and honest words that moved this person and made him decide to allow himself to join Hydra, but unexpectedly, he waved his hand impatiently after laughing:

"Fire."

"Dada......"

The dense yellow tongue of fire lit up, and the sound of automatic firearms suddenly resounded throughout the underground space, Fu Qinghai faced the overwhelming barrage, did not make a single dodge action, and stood still in front of a circle of muzzles.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, dang, dang, dang......"

Countless bullets were fired at the Blue Shell Power Armor, only a faint trace of spark flicked, and the mercenaries kept pulling the trigger until they all emptied their magazines.

The whole underground space was quiet.

Everyone looked at the unscathed white-armored warrior in front of them.

After all the bullets were fired, Fu Qinghai made a move that surprised everyone.

He inserted the explosive gun he was holding back into the weapon rack behind his back, and pulled out a long, straight-edged knife from the weapon buckle at his waist, and there was a soft "buzz" sound, and a dark blue arc covered the blade.

An indifferent voice came from the loudspeaker:

"Now, then, it's my turn to show my worth."

Dr. Zora and the mercenaries flickered in front of their eyes, and the white-armored warriors disappeared in an instant.

"Huh!"

A puddle of blood spilled out, and a row of neat heads flew in front of Fu Qinghai.

The first knife.

"Huh!"

Another flash of sword light, and the row of mercenaries on Fu Qinghai's left were instantly cut in two by people with guns and bulletproof vests.

Cut in half!

The second knife.

The platoon of mercenaries on Fu Qinghai's right had just reacted, their faces were frightened, and they didn't wait to turn around and run away or take out new magazines.

"Huh!"

The third knife.

Another row of corpses, with smooth and neat cuts, fell to the floor.

In the end, without waiting for the sturdy mercenary in the white skull mask to make a move, there was another flower in front of his eyes.

The fizzing tip of the knife was already against his throat.

"Goo." The man stiffened, his throat squirmed, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The raised Adam's apple had just touched the arc on the tip of the knife, and a wound instantly appeared on the skin, and red blood oozed out.

The bone-white armored warrior in front of him, holding the knife in one hand, pressed it against his throat, and looked down into his hideous goggles, glowing scarlet.

Brock Rumlow slowly raised his hands, a drop of cold sweat slowly flowing down the side of his face, and his body did not dare to move.

Fu Qinghai looked at the man in the white skull mask indifferently and did not choose to kill him.

Fu Qinghai recognized him.

Crossbones, Brock Rumlow, Hydra Warrior, studied under the Master of Imitation, Red Skull's right-hand man, a world-class mercenary, has defeated Captain America several times in the comics, and was knocked down by Captain America with three punches and two kicks in the movie.

Fu Qinghai, who did not wear a power armor, was similar to Captain America without a shield.

Fu Qinghai wearing a power armor: What kind of Jaguar is Captain America?

If killing these little minions is just deducting a little assimilation point, then killing Crossbones is a major plot changer, and the reincarnation world may be about to give a stage milestone.

Of course, it is the reverse phase milestone that is achieved.

So Fu Qinghai didn't choose to kill him.

Fu Qinghai withdrew the straight-edged long knife in his hand, hung it back on the weapon buckle on his waist, turned his head, looked at the purple-gold robot in front of him, and said lightly:

"Am I eligible to join Hydra now, Dr. Zola?"

Unlike Crossbones, whose lives are in danger, Dr. Zola has countless robot doubles at his disposal, and on the screen on the fuselage, the white fat face said to himself:

"So do I want to agree or not?"

Brock Rumlow turned his head and glared at Dr. Zola.

Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"Then I'll demolish this entire military base, as well as your robot legion, until you agree."

Dr. Zola's face froze, and he said helplessly:

"Okay. But I still don't believe in your weird and ridiculous reasons, and you have to tell me what you really think. ”

Dr. Zora stared at Fu Qinghai's visor and asked word by word:

"What are you doing this for?"

"What exactly do you want?"

“Emmmm……”

Fu Qinghai thought about it seriously for a while, and felt that he really couldn't fool Dr. Zora without saying something, so Fu Qinghai thought for a while, raised his head, and said:

"I want the Super Soldier Serum."

…………