boom!
Evan's head, like a smashed watermelon, suddenly splashed out of red and white intersecting liquid, staining the entire monitor room's screen with disgusting colors.
The corpse that had lost its life fell to the ground with a "bang".
The instigator of all of this was to put the muzzle of the pistol between his nose, take a deep breath, and put on a look of extreme enjoyment.
Deadpool, a decisive and decisive, maybe super, but definitely not a hero…
Upon seeing this, Leon, standing at the door, couldn't help but patted Deadpool's shoulder beside him, and said earnestly:
"Uh…can you not be so disgusting next time?"
However, Deadpool didn't give face at all, and just came back:
"Do you know a hammer?! Headshots are the art of shooting! Moreover, this is the most effective and coolest way to kill enemies!"
Leon was choked with nothing to say, he could only twitch the corners of his mouth, "Forget it, you like it…"
"Hello? Hello? Evan, what happened?! Answer me…"
At this time, the satellite phone which was held tightly by the headshot body, heard a roar call, which attracted the attention of the two.
Entering the monitoring room, Leon picked up the phone from the corpse's hand and put it to his ear.
"Hey?"
The low and hoarse unfamiliar voice caused Pierce on the other side of the phone to frown, and immediately realized the meaning of the gunshot just now.
Something happened to the base!
After a moment of composure, Pierce then asked:
"Who are you?"
After the phone call, Leon heard the other party's voice for the first time. It belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D HYDRA's biggest boss-Alexander Pierce!
"One day, you will know…"
Leon didn't want to push the other party too much, and after leaving a meaningful sentence, he hung up the phone casually.
Throwing the satellite phone aside, Leon came to the monitoring computer, flipped his fingers on the keyboard, and quickly found the location of the server.
There should be what he wants…
At this moment, Deadpool, who was leaning on the wall with his hands on his chest, suddenly asked:
"By the way, what the hell is this place? These people don't look like ordinary bad guys, they are more like organized and religious cult organizations…"
Through the mask, Leon could clearly hear Deadpool's doubts and curiosity.
Leon tapped the keyboard to record the surveillance video and cleared them one by one, without looking back, he directly replied:
"HYDRA, have you heard of it?"
"What's that? Is it a SMB toy?"
As Leon inferred, Deadpool knew nothing about HYDRA, a mysterious organization that only appeared during World War II.
He didn't care either, and directly gave Deadpool a little bit of science on the spot about the bad things that the evil organization HYDRA had done.
After listening to HYDRA's "brilliant history", Deadpool immediately asked the question he cared about most:
"In other words, this organization is the boss behind that bastard Francis?"
"Probably."
Hearing that, Deadpool's whole person was as if covered with a looming coldness, and the killing intent in his voice was also particularly obvious.
"In this case, another name will be added to my Christmas list… By the way, how do you spell the word HYDRA?"
"Go home and Google yourself!"
"Hold!"
. . .
After finding the location of the server, the next thing is simple.
Let Deadpool look at Barnes, who had fainted, Leon went straight to the server and copied all the research data in the base and the information related to the Winter Soldier.
Definitely, it is his good habit to delete all data at will…
After getting it done, he found the scientific researchers hiding in the research room, and under pressure, he finally got the red book with the trigger words of the Winter Soldier!
It was an ordinary notebook with a red cover and a yellow five-pointed star on the cover.
When I opened it, a string of Russian texts densely recorded various research records of the Winter Soldier Project, as well as the trigger words of how to turn off and on the Winter Soldier.
Looking at the red book, Leon was relieved.
"finally…"
With this red book, Leon can turn off the Winter Soldier mode in Barnes's head and wake up the kind-hearted Bucky from HYDRA's brainwashing!
When I think of this, Leon's steps can't help but lighten up a little…
Back in the hall, Leon saw a speechless scene:
I saw the boring Deadpool, squatting next to Barnes who passed out, using a marker on his face, constantly drawing graffiti.
Watching this scene, Leon's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Don't do it, let's leave here as soon as the opponent's reinforcements have not arrived!"
As he spoke, Leon squeezed away the little bit humble and came to Barnes's side, carried Barnes on his shoulders with ease, and walked quickly towards the only entrance to the base.
Following behind, Wade Wilson once again took off.
"By the way, why didn't you kill this guy? Do you know this guy?"
"It's a acquaintance."
After a pause, Leon added: "He is a friend of a friend of mine…"
"There seems to be some stories about passions, don't you plan to tell me?"
"…"
Leon ignored this question, and speeded up his steps, trying to get away from this guy who is full of grotesque things…
Taking the lift, the two returned to the white ground again.
The bitter cold wind swept across the face with snowflakes, causing Deadpool, who was wearing only a tights, to shiver and sneezes violently.
"Wow, I might have a cold…"
Leon on the side raised his head slightly, raised his left hand, pressed lightly in his ear, and said:
"Natasha Romanoff, did you receive it?"
"receive."
"It's over, come and pick us up."
"OK, guys, see you later…"
Ten minutes later, when the Nightwing fighter had completely disappeared from the sky, the god (ninth) shield (head) bureau (snake) support troops who came to check the situation were late…
. . . . . .
"Light!"
"fifteen!"
"spouse!"
Shadow Knight's team base, interrogation room.
A series of unrelated Russian nouns slowly spit out from Leon's mouth.
Hearing these nouns, Barnes, who had his hands locked by Adamantium handcuffs, sat on the seat, couldn't help but pause, and his expressionless face appeared a little dazed.
As the nouns continue to echo in my ears, my dazedness gradually turns into doubts, and the colors in my eyes gradually become clear…
Barnes, who was awake, looked at the brown-haired man standing in front of him, and couldn't help asking:
"Where is this? Who are you?"
Upon hearing this, Leon smiled slightly, put the red book in his hand on the table, and said softly:
"Welcome back, Sergeant Barnes!"