Superman's Journey

Chapter 7 Brainwashed Warrior?Retarded Warrior!
The days of fishing are pleasant.

When other enthusiastic American soldiers charged the enemy with their rifles, Lincoln only needed to stand behind with a gun and watch from a distance.

If the situation is not very urgent, he can even fly to a farm dozens of miles away to get some fresh fruit to eat.

Even so, under his care, the 107th Infantry Regiment unexpectedly did not suffer serious attrition, unless some of the unlucky ones happened to be hit by shells and died without a whole body.

But as time went by, the 107th Infantry Regiment, which continued to penetrate the front line, finally ushered in the moment that could change the course of history.

Schmidt, the soul of Hydra, sent a force to launch a surprise attack on Azzano, with the purpose of obtaining more prisoners as slaves and disrupting the Allied front.

More than 107 soldiers of the 200th Infantry Regiment fought bravely, but in the absence of Lincoln, the superman, the battle finally deviated from the predetermined historical track unstoppably.

Clausburg, a factory stronghold built by Hydra in the middle of two mountains.

Relying on the protection of the mountains and the battle lines, this place has become a place that is difficult for the Allied forces to touch. Even the best air force pilots have to be afraid of the artillery power here.

This is Hydra's secret factory, which produces various energy weapons that can directly change the course of the war.

The Hydra army's large demand for energy weapons makes them always short of labor, but fortunately they won the Battle of Azano, so they added a considerable amount of labor.

These people will be squeezed out of their flesh and blood, and sent to the laboratory to become the experimental subjects in the hands of Zora.

It was time for the transport of prisoners of war, and the lower floors of Clausburg were noisy.

The sound of footsteps, cursing, whipping, and cries of pain intertwined, and some nonchalant conversations sounded from time to time, as if discussing how to save themselves.

Upper floor, laboratory.

A figure with numb eyes was firmly tied to the medical bed by a cowhide bandage. His eyes were dull like a severe mental patient, but he kept murmuring and repeating a military rank and number in his mouth.

The tragic situation of the subjects could not move the Hydra soldiers in the slightest, and his voice, covered by the full-coverage combat suit, was indifferent like a machine: "Doctor, a new batch of prisoners has been delivered, except those who are incapable of action and labor. Population, the remaining number is 23 people."

"23 people." Dr. Zola looked at the numb soldier lying on the medical bed and pondered for a moment: "Bring one person out, I'm useful."

"Yes!"

Clausburg, lower cell.

"Lin? How did you get caught?" Dugan looked at Lincoln in surprise: "Aren't you a sniper? Could it be that those people still surrounded him?"

"Almost." Lincoln pondered for a moment: "I was originally behind, but when the other side charged, I was no longer behind."

"Okay." Dugan, who thought about the final appearance of the battle, nodded, and then hammered the steel cage heavily: "These damned bastards!"

squeak-

It seemed that Dugan's curse caught the attention of those soldiers, and the soldiers sent by Zola directly opened the cage where the two were.

His gaze was fixed on Dugan's body, but it seemed that he saw his exposed muscles. The Hydra soldier was silent for a moment, and finally turned his gaze to Lincoln, who was dressed in skinny clothes: "You, Come with me!"

Lincoln:? ? ?
In a few minutes, the lab.

Seeing Lincoln in good spirits, Zola couldn't help frowning.

His experiments are related to destroying the spirit and brainwashing. Theoretically speaking, the more haggard the talent is, the more he can meet his requirements. How could Lincoln, a superman, be haggard.

Zola was dissatisfied with these stupid brainwashed fighters under his command, but in the end he didn't ask for a replacement. Instead, he pointed to the medical bed and turned around to adjust the equipment himself: "Tie him up."

Hey!Hey!
The sound of abnormal energy emission sounded behind him, and Zola's finger pressing on the button stopped immediately, his nasal cavity involuntarily twitched twice, and a smell of charcoal and barbecue came into his nose.

Zola seemed to realize something, turned around slowly, and saw Lincoln whose red light in his eyes gradually faded at a glance.

From the corner of his gaze, he glanced at the ground behind Lincoln. Under the thousand-degree heat, a large hole had been burned in the chest of the two Hydra soldiers.

The battle suit melted and burned under the terrifying high temperature, emitting orange-red flames and scorching heat. The fuzzy flesh and blood had been thoroughly cooked and charred, and no blood flowed out.

In an instant, the two soldiers equipped with energy weapons were gone.

"Can you tell me about it, what kind of experiment do you want to do?" With a little red light hidden in the dark pupils, Lincoln smiled, and the aura emanating from his body was terrifying like a devil from hell.

The two corpses on the ground did not rest in peace. The red light in Lincoln's eyes made Zola tremble with fear. He couldn't help but took two steps back, and stammered: "Wash, brainwash experiment."

"Brainwashing?" Lincoln looked back at the corpses on the ground: "These are the results of your brainwashing?"

"Yes, yes." Zola nodded, and then carefully pushed his eyes up: "Germany cannot provide us with good and sufficient soldiers, so Schmidt asked me to use this method to build an army that he can control .”

"Is that so?" Lincoln pondered for a moment: "Can your brainwashing be lifted?"

"Under normal circumstances, it's not allowed." Zola seemed to realize that Lincoln didn't have the idea of ​​killing herself for the time being, and Zola relaxed a little: "Because the technology is not perfect, the success of brainwashing is based on the destruction of the original spiritual will, so... "

"Then can you brainwash them a second time?"

"Second brainwashing?" Zola showed a hint of confusion on his face: "I don't know, no one has ever done it before."

"Then find someone to try." Lincoln looked around and locked his eyes on the door of the laboratory: "I remember there should be two gatekeepers there, let them in."

Zola was a little puzzled, he tried to explain something: "But."

"I said, let them in." Lincoln's eyes narrowed slightly, and the red light in his eyes made Zola swallow the rest of the words.

He was a little helpless, and shouted to the door: "People outside, come in!"

Zola was really helpless in his heart, and Schmidt still had a certain degree of guard against him in his heart. Those outside who said they were protecting him were actually monitoring him.

From the level of brainwashing, those people will not clearly follow their own orders, so.
"Spot the enemy! Shoot!"

Hearing the voice coming from under the black mask, Zola, who squatted behind the desk without hesitation, had a headache.

These brainwashing fighters have no human flexibility at all, they are as rigid as artificial mentally retarded!

(End of this chapter)