A trip to the second dimension

"Looking back slowly at the night that once belonged to each other, Honghong is still the bright sunshine in my heart that you gave me."

"If I shed silly tears, I hope I can be considerate and forgive you. The road to leaving you tomorrow morning may be long and lonely."

In a roadside cafe, Leslie Cheung's version of "A Thousand Thousand Que Songs" was playing in the store. Hope and Steve met up with Xiaoyu and Colson who were sitting inside by the window, listening to the beautiful singing. , but the four of them had no intention of admiring it.

Coulson, like Steve, had a very serious expression.

Hope, like Xiaoyu, looked confused about the situation, but when she saw the faces of Steve and the two, she also became a little nervous.

"Captain, you mean that Hydra was not destroyed by you and they still exist today?"

In the end, Coulson couldn't help but speak first.

Not long ago, after the crew-cut man blew himself up, Steve, who was a little tired, simply found a cafe with Hope on the street next to him and sat down, and notified Xiaoyu and the others to come over.

After the two of them arrived, Steve told what happened between himself and the male gangster with a crew cut.

Hope and Jade don't know what Hydra is.

But as an agent, Coulson knew them all too well.

After all, the main enemy of the Strategic Science Corps, the predecessor of the Strategic Danger Intervention and Intelligence Logistics Division, was Hydra.

Steve turned his gaze away from the still chaotic streets outside the window. A large number of police cars and policemen could already be seen outside. Another reason why they stayed here was that they needed to encounter these policemen later. A face.

Otherwise, if such a big thing happened, they would just leave, which would easily lead to misunderstandings.

"Yes, I don't think anyone would pretend to be Hydra at that time."

After listening to Steve's words, Colson opened his mouth, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

As Steve's little fan, Coulson absolutely believed that Captain America would not lie to him.

However, it is obviously an organization that has been extinct for almost fifty years, how can they still exist?

"Anyway, if this matter is true, I have to report it to the senior management of the War Intelligence Department. Hydra matters are never trivial."

Coulson said, picked up the phone and walked aside to make a call.

Looking over from a distance, he saw Coulson with a wry smile on his face, and then apologized profusely.

Seeing this, Steve also felt a little embarrassed, grabbing the coffee cup and tapping it on the small saucer.

He knew that probably because he had caused this incident, many caring people would discover that Captain America was not dead after all.

For the Strategic Danger Intervention and Intelligence Logistics Division, their previous confidentiality work came to nothing.

Originally, Coulson followed him to Hong Kong to avoid situations like this happening.

But who would have thought that when Coulson faced Steve, he had no dissuasive effect at all, and the thing that worried the people in the spy agency the most happened.

After a round of scolding, the news about Steve's contact with Hydra was received, and there was a moment of suppressed silence.

Not long after, after a few orders, the caller hung up.

At the same time, in the United States on the other side of the ocean, in the Strategic Risk Intervention and Intelligence Logistics Directorate in New York, an agent hung up the phone with an expressionless face.

After thinking about it, the agent finally picked up the phone again, first dialed a secret line, hung up after two seconds of ringing, and then reported the situation of Hydra to his higher-level senior agent.

On the other side, in the secret underground base in New Mexico, Alexander's face was very ugly after receiving the news. He turned his head to look at the Red Skull standing behind him with his back to him, gritted his teeth and said: "Hydra has been exposed. It won't take long for Stark and others to suspect us. Mr. Schmidt, I really wonder why you sent people to disturb that Captain America. We are now well hidden in the US military and political circles. As long as we are full of blood, we can turn over at any time, this is the safest choice!"

"safe?"

A hoarse voice came, and the man whom Alexander called Mr. Schmidt turned around, and with his red, skinny, skull-like face, he came close to Alexander, sneered, and grinned: "I What is needed is not safety, do you understand? No! After all, you are just an earthling, and you have never even been outside the atmosphere, right?

"I, Red Skull, have come back now, so Hydra's previous tactics no longer apply. Now, we don't need to be safe. I already have a good idea, which can make Hydra proud again." Standing on this planet, you can even have a place in the entire universe!”

"Now... you just need to listen to me, understand? We don't need to live like parasites dependent on other people. You have to know that parasites have many disadvantages, and they will never be the same. Don’t think about doing too much! You have been parasitized for a long time. Do you think that if the host is parasitized by you, what will happen to you who were born as parasites? "

The Red Skull's face was already a few centimeters closer to Alexander. The extremely oppressive momentum made Alexander's body stiffen. His original momentum was gone. He could only look at the Red Skull in front of him without blinking, his forehead They all started to sweat.

"So, let me ask you, have you found what I asked you to find?"

Red Skull and Alexander looked at each other for a while, then suddenly tilted their heads and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Looking for it. Found it. But it's in outer space. It's still a bit troublesome for us to get up there. We need to wait for normal satellite launches or other opportunities. Otherwise, it will be easy for others to figure out the clues."

Alexander nodded and answered quickly.

"Very good, that's the most important thing for our Hydra, there can't be any mistakes." Red Skull nodded, then straightened up, and then the terrifying and oppressive skull face moved away from Alexander.

"But, Mr. Schmidt, the Cosmic Cube was lost due to an alien fighter plane battle two years ago. How did you know its coordinates?" Looking at the Red Skull, Alexander suddenly spoke boldly. For a moment.

"Um?"

When the Red Skull heard this, he immediately stared at Alexander with very cold eyes, but did not say a word.

After a few seconds, Alexander was sweating profusely, unable to withstand the pressure, and quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

"Let's go and do what you should do. There are some things that may not necessarily be beneficial to you if you know them."

Red Skull warned in a low voice, but a tall and strong purple figure involuntarily appeared in his mind.