'Since I can't resist, just enjoy it.'
That was what Baron Strucker thought.
Simple and unpretentious.
As a mature hydra, he knew that he wasn't in a position to make demands.
What's more, Superman had a lot of means that even he couldn't counter.
If he didn't make the right choice, he would reunite with Red Skull in the underworld.
As a villain, Baron Strucker's advantage lied in his outstanding qualities of being able to judge where the wind was blowing, making the best of it, and never wanting to resist and fight to the end.
In the face of the situation that this person was better than the others, there was absolutely no need to pay too much attention to personal dignity. If he could kneel, he would kneel and lick the other party's boots.
Of course, villains had no loyalty to speak of.
When disaster struck, if Strucker didn't backstab him, it could already be considered sincerity.
"Hail Hydra!"
After saying that, Baron Strucker figured it out.
Surrendering to Superman and living a long life was actually quite good and not a bad thing.
As Zemo said, with the help of S.H.I.E.L.D, all the stubborn Hydra faction leaders would be taken down.
'Today, they are indifferent to me. Tomorrow I'll pull you all down!'
A step ahead of the others, he joined under Superman's banner. In the future, he could mingle with the big guys.
Baron Strucker, who had reassured himself, began to think about what kind of argument to use to deceive … No, it should be, to persuade the remnant party forces entrenched in the red empire.
'A covert operation to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D. and infiltrate the enemy?'
Hydra was once based in Europe, which was known as 'the top of the world'.
Later, they went into exile in Siberia, where the climate was cold and snowy.
Now, it was time to get back on the big ship, sailing to North America.
Baron Strucker, who had experienced so many twists and turns, stood in front of the mausoleum and suddenly realized that he was already a relic of the old days.
Zemo, who was also a member of Hydra, had a different mood.
He thought that it was time to get rid of the past and embrace a beautiful new era.
There was no future in holding on to the little power in his hand, hiding in the corner and fiddling with national politics.
If Hydra wanted to rise, it needed a broader stage.
On the surface, the world was polarized between two powers, but in Zemo's view, Superman was fully qualified to be the third pole.
Being attached to such a strong man, Hydra wasn't ashamed.
Every day, Whitehall talked about the 'Inhuman God', the so-called 'great being', and Madame Viper, who might not be much stronger than Superman.
'The furthest distance in the world is probably standing beside each other with completely different ideas.'
Luke took in the subtle expressions of the two.
A sigh of relief.
An ambitious expression.
"So be it. I hope the next time we meet, it will be in Washington, D.C."
After negotiating the merge of Hydra into S.H.I.E.L.D., Luke waved his hand and left.
Baron Strucker and Zemo, who were standing in the cold wind, needed a little time to consolidate the forces at hand.
'I came alone and left alone.'
'Leaving with a lot of new baggage.'
With this in mind, Luke smiled with satisfaction.
'A trip without harvest would be incomplete!'
He had always followed that thinking wherever he went. He just had to include some worthy collectibles in his bag.
It could be a person or an object.
"It's another beautiful day."
At the thought of having pulled Marvel Universe's green villain into his camp, Luke felt that he had made another contribution to the peace of the world.
Without Hydra as a troublemaker, maybe the Avengers would have a bit of an easier time in the future, and the number of times the earth would be invaded would decrease.
In that case, he was really a good man.
'I wonder if the Cold War will continue to brew.'
Luke went to Red Square, ignored everyone's eyes, shrugged off earth's gravity, and slowly rose to the sky.
He overlooked the Red Square, the Kremlin, and even Moscow.
When he looked up, his eyes seemed to penetrate the atmosphere, breaking the barriers of space and looking farther into the distance.
The Hydra's quest was probably a countdown of his stay on Earth.
After picking up the Kryptonian ship, it was time for him to embark on a journey to the stars.
This small planet was like a room.
Staying here, growing up, becoming Superman, he increasingly felt restrained.
'No wonder those dimensional demon gods would eventually leave Earth.'
Luke grimaced. For those veteran powerhouses huddled in dimensional worlds, planets might just be cramped rooms.
Especially in the eyes of the Lord of Oblivion Cyttorak and the Trinity of Vishanti, the Earth was probably like a glass marble.
'This reminds me that there's a maniac at the studio next door, who likes to collect planets and civilizations like people collect figurines.'
Luke wandered above the clouds, enjoying a moment of peace.
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...
A few days later, the meeting, which was more superficial than practical, finally ended.
The competition between the two superpowers wouldn't be stopped just because of a discussion.
Leviathan welcomed Superman's imminent departure from Moscow with open hands. They were eager to see him off.
Despite losing the master spy Taras and the elite agents of the Red Room, Leviathan didn't show too much anger.
On the one hand, they were too afraid and could only curse in their hearts.
On the other hand, compared to Hydra, who was packed up and taken away, they ended up quite well.
At least Superman left something for Leviathan and didn't take everything away.
Therefore, a person's judgment about his own experience mostly depended on the surrounding environment.
As long as they weren't the unluckiest ones, then everything was within an acceptable range.
"Send them here."
Luke and his group appeared at the Irkutsk airport. Hydra's relocation activities would probably have to wait for a while.
On the return trip, he, Captain America, and the Winter Soldier were the only ones in the group.
In addition, the master spy Taras and three female agents of different sizes, namely B, C, and D.
"Steve, can Bucky recognize you?"
Luke walked up the ramp. Since Winter Soldier was brought back, Captain America had been watching over his every step.
Every day serving him food and water, cleaning his body, it was really exciting to think about ... Oh, no, it was touching.
This deep friendship between brothers was simply a tear-jerker.
"He refused to admit that he grew up in Brooklyn and refused to accept the fact that he was my friend."
Rogers was frowning. Although Luke persuaded Bucky to admit his identity last time, it couldn't cure the root cause.
The latter was brainwashed by Hydra for too long and completely forgot his previous memories.
'Winter Soldier' had become the label branded on his body.
"Perhaps you can use a different approach, such as using scene reenactment, to stimulate Bucky's mind."
Luke casually said.
Regarding the brainwashing of the Winter Soldier, he had asked Baron Strucker for a solution.
But brainwashing was like putting together Lego.
It took a lot of time to assemble a complete model, but it only took a few seconds to break into parts.
Hydra's brainwashing technique stimulated the mind with various physical pain, cut the complete memory into pieces, and then instilled new perceptions.
The general idea was similar to reinstalling a computer operating system.
Once installed, restoring the previous data needed a lot of technical work.
"Reenactment? You mean, take Bucky back to Brooklyn, let him walk through the old familiar places, and awaken his deepest memories?"
Rogers's eyes lit up. It was a good idea.
"No, those aren't deep enough and stimulating enough."
Luke's mouth slightly tilted as he suggested, "Steve, I remember you said that after this trip to the Soviet Union, you would go back to Brooklyn and marry your girlfriend, right?"
"I still remember that you told Bucky that you would ask him to be your best man when you got married."
"Simply put, why don't you just complete that life-long vow, stimulate Bucky's memory and awaken his emotion at the same time?"
Captain America instantly froze.
Luke's suggestion sounded reasonable and convincing.
But why did his inner instincts tell him that this might be a trap?
Marriage?
Rogers, holding a complicated mood, fell into tangled thinking.
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