Superman's Journey

Chapter 10 Human beings have limits!
After thinking about this, Zola felt extremely frustrated, but he didn't dare to have any opinions because of the power, but silently lowered his head, not daring to get involved in the rivalry between two big bosses he couldn't afford.

Zola's obedient confession left Schmidt with no room to vent his anger. He looked at Lincoln again, and Schmidt felt powerless from the inside out when he met the slightly mocking smile.

"I'll give you three seconds."

Lincoln put the wine glass in his hand on the table, revealing the ticking watch: "If you haven't made a choice by then, let me help you make a choice."

"1"

Schmidt looked at Lincoln angrily, his eyes full of unyielding.

"2"

Schmidt was still angry enough, but the unyielding in his eyes had been replaced by deep thought.

"3."

Snapped!
As if connecting instinctively, when the third character fell from Lincoln's mouth, Schmidt let go of the grip in his hand, allowing the azure blue luster of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube to return to its proper position.

He raised his hands high, took a step back to show his harmlessness, and looked at Lincoln: "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Lincoln pulled the logo on his clothes forward: "Didn't you see? I am now an American soldier, unfortunately captured by your army."

"Don't talk about it." Schmidt looked at Lincoln coldly: "If those American soldiers are like... No, even if there is only one like you, Hitler and *** have already failed."

"Besides, your appearance is very different from those of the Americans."

"You can count me as a soldier for the time being, at least I'm still receiving a military salary." Lincoln shrugged indifferently, and turned to look at Zola behind him: "Okay, the place you want has been found for you Now, next, it's your turn to perform."

"You really betrayed me!?"

Facing Schmidt's man-eating eyes, Zola's face was very embarrassed. He took a step forward, but stepped back half a step under the threat of Schmidt's eyes, and then he opened his mouth to explain.

"He asked me to conduct brainwashing experiments, but your people blew up my lab."

"So you brought him to my office?" Schmidt looked at Zola in disbelief, as if he had known this short, mean-spirited subordinate for the first time.

Zola pondered for a moment: "If I say that this is just an accident plus a coincidence, will you believe it?"

Schmidt didn't speak, but just looked at Zola coldly, with clear meaning in it. Realizing this, Zola sighed helplessly, no longer explained, but spoke in a semi-command tone.

"I need a team of soldiers and the corresponding equipment to complete my experiment, so, Schmidt, let your men in."

"How dare you order me?!" Schmidt growled, but after glancing at Lincoln who was fiddling with the console out of the corner of his eye, he took another deep breath: "I will definitely cooperate with you! "

Dog bites dog, a mouthful of hair.

Neither Zola nor Schmidt was a good guy, and Lincoln was happy to see them confront each other. Conversely, if they got along, Lincoln might have to take some extra steps.

Of course, it will not be a matter of killing people without technical content, but using other methods to shape hatred and confrontation, such as letting them choose whether to cut off their own important parts or the other party's.

But now there is no need.

As for why he didn't kill Zola or the Red Skull, of course it was because it was unnecessary.

Zola kept it for brainwashing experiments, rooting new ideas for those outsiders, and maybe they could come up with some weird things.

As for the Red Skull, it will be sent to other planets by the space gem anyway, and it will be missing for decades.

Of course, these are not the most critical reasons. The most important thing is that these two people did not act stupidly that disgusted Lincoln.

At least they didn't humiliate Lincoln with words, nor did they try to kill Lincoln with any actions. Even before, the Red Skull just wanted to capture him alive, so he got a chance to live.

Moreover, they are too good-for-nothing, so weak that they are not qualified to let Lincoln take a look at them, so it doesn't matter whether they are killed or not.

Neither Schmidt nor Zola knew exactly where Lincoln's principles lay, but considering that the 'American soldier' ​​allowed Hydra to brainwash himself, they thought Lincoln might have no lower limit?
And the most difficult thing to figure out and control in this world is the person who has no lower limit.

The disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, Schmidt gave up the idea of ​​futile revenge, obediently accepted the fact that he had fallen from the status of the supreme ruler of Hydra, and deeply realized that a new man like a big daddy appeared on his head fact.

On the other side, Zola quickly restarted the brainwashing experiment with the crude equipment characteristic of this era.

This time it was not the captives in the lower cage who were sent to the medical table, but the Hydra soldiers who had undergone a round of brainwashing.

The origins of these soldiers are difficult to study, but they are not outstanding in all aspects after losing their self, and they are the best consumables.

Adhering to the consistent black technology characteristics of the Marvel world, Zola adopted a brainwashing method that Lincoln could not understand at all.

Color, image, sound, a series of fragmented information cut and reshaped the world of Hydra soldiers again, and implanted a new will according to Lincoln's wishes.

Everything was going smoothly, but just when Zora breathed a sigh of relief, a sudden change occurred.

As if seeing something terrifying in the spiritual world, the Hydra soldier's heartbeat began to speed up sharply, and his pupils began to dilate uncontrollably.

Zola's frantic injection of medicine could not save the life of the test subject at all. After just a few minutes, the test subject's body stopped convulsing.

"Has this ever happened before?"

Lincoln, who has the ability to see through, stood aside and watched the whole process. He not only saw the panic in the eyes of the test subject, but also saw the deep changes in his body.

Zola couldn't see the deep information, but he had enough brainwashing experience after many experiments, but now there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Zola explained: "Even if he fails, his end should be just insanity turning into a mad or not crazy psycho, not like it is now."

"I feel like he was scared to death?"

"Really." Lincoln narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just before, at a moment imperceptible to humans, he saw a ray of energy flicker in the brain of the test subject.

He thought it was a coincidence, but now it seems that it is not.

If more experiments were carried out, it might be possible to capture this ray of energy, but Lincoln no longer intends to try.

He knew that there were a lot of gossips in the Marvel world, so he decided to take it easy, wait until he was invincible, and then go and have a good chat with the owner of this ray of energy.

As for now
"That's it." Lincoln looked at Zola: "The human spirit has limits, and the second brainwashing cannot be carried out, so the experiment will be terminated."

　Thank you for the 100 point coins rewarded by God.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)