The Martial God of the Marvel World

Chapter 145 Long live Hydra

The white clouds are floating and the blue sky is boundless.

In a window room on a certain floor of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

A gentle breeze blew in through the open window, blowing the white curtains, causing the carnations in the vase on the table to sway, and sending the fragrance of flowers to every corner of the room.

On the wide bed, a strong man was sleeping with his eyes closed.

A large number of wires were attached to the man's forehead, temples and other places. The other ends of the wires were connected to various instruments, filling up the bedside table.

"All indicators are normal. Do we need to wake him up?" asked a man in a white coat.

"It's time to test your technology. Wake up! Winter Soldier, I leave this to you!"

After saying that, a group of people removed the instruments and wires and left the room together, leaving only another soldier wearing combat uniform and with a metal arm on his left arm.

The Winter Soldier picked up a needle and injected it into Captain America who was lying on the bed.

After a moment, Captain America's eyelids moved and he slowly opened his eyes. What came into his sight was the warm smile of his good friend Bucky.

"Hey Steve, did you sleep well?"

Steve reached out and rubbed his still dizzy head, then waved and said hello: "Hey, Bucky, is the war over?"

"It's over a long time ago. We lost the war, but the undercover plan was a success. Congratulations, Steve, you have become an idol for young people across America."

"What?" Steve was startled. When he thought about it carefully, he only felt a headache.

"Hiss..." He put his hand on his forehead and groaned, "My head... hurts!"

The Hydras monitoring this place began to get nervous, ready to rush in and start a battle at any time. And Bucky also looked at him nervously, ready to subdue him at any time.

"Maybe you've been unconscious for too long and there's some reaction to the drugs. Don't resist him. Lie down and rest for a while. You'll be fine soon." Bucky comforted him.

"Really?" Steve lay down on the bed, emptying his mind and thinking about nothing, and sure enough, the pain disappeared.

Bucky let out a sigh and said, "Steve, your plan went wrong. You fell into the iceberg and were in a coma for seventy years."

"What?" Steve was startled and immediately turned over and sat up again.

He looked Bucky up and down and realized something was wrong.

“Bucky, what’s wrong with your arm?”

"It was lost during the battle. But now the technology is very advanced, and the metal arm I replaced it with is even more powerful."

Bucky stretched out his left hand and shook it several times, proving to Steve that losing an arm would not affect his life.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly thought of Peggy Carter again.

"Oh no, I promised Peggy..."

"Well... about that, Ms. Carter is already married, and her grandchildren are already grown up. Do you want to go over and meet her?"

“Uh…” Steve’s expression changed rapidly, and he finally sighed and said, “Forget it. I don’t want to disturb her life anymore.”

Bucky sat down beside the bed, patted Steve's shoulder with great understanding, and comforted him: "Don't be sad, my good brother, I will always be by your side!"

Steve reached out his hand and bumped fists with Bucky, "Thanks, bro, I'm not that fragile!"

"Haha, I thought so too. Then get up, let's find a place to have a few drinks and introduce some new comrades to you."

Steve jumped up and walked out with Bucky arm in arm.

The observers finally breathed a sigh of relief and cheered. "Great!"

"Captain America is ours!"

"Stryker's hypnosis skills are really amazing!"

"Long live Hydra!"

The world seventy years later was very strange to Steve.

While introducing the current international situation, Bucky took Steve to a small bar on the other side of the building and found a place to sit down.

When they saw Captain America come in, everyone raised their glasses and cheered.

Bucky greeted the group of people familiarly and introduced them to Steve.

"This is Crossbones Brock Rumlow, a master fighter... This is Agent Sitwell, responsible for recruiting personnel within Hydra..."

When Steve heard the name of Hydra, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and he felt a headache again. But Bucky didn't give him time to think carefully, and continued to introduce it.

As the name "Hydra" appeared more and more times, he became more and more familiar with it, and his headache became less and less severe.

After everyone was introduced, they started to gather together to drink.

After a few drinks, the group of men became familiar good friends.

When everyone was drinking happily, Bucky put his arm around Steve's shoulders and briefly told him what had happened over the years.

"After you disappeared, the organization used media to portray you as a hero who resisted tyranny. Now the title of Captain America has been recorded in history."

"We were defeated, so the name of Hydra cannot be mentioned publicly. Now, our Hydra has infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D., and most of them, from the director to the members, are our own people."

"But there are still many people who are not on the same side as us. For example, the group led by Nick Fury is very hostile to us at Hydra. You must not let them know your true identity."

"Even within Hydra, they are not united. Although they are all within S.H.I.E.L.D., their interests are not consistent and conflicts often occur. For example, Dr. Zola's side is another Hydra."

Steve felt a little dizzy at first, but then slowly, he felt that everything was normal.

"Should I hide my identity now?" he asked hesitantly.

"No, of course not. We need your strength now."

Bucky hugged Steve, walked to the window, pointed at the towering buildings and the busy crowds in the distance, and said, "Do what you are best at, gather people's hearts. The American people are confused now, and they need the guidance of Hydra."

"Are you talking about stage performances? You should know that I'm not good at these." Steve said with embarrassment.

Bucky smiled and patted Steve on the back, encouraging him:

"It's okay. Everything has become very professional now. There is a special team to prepare everything for you. You just need to memorize the script and give a speech. That's it."

"You have to believe in yourself, Steve, you can do it!"

"All for Hydra!"

Steve had no choice but to nod and agree, "Okay, I get it!"

"Long live Hydra!" Bucky shouted.

Steve hesitated for a moment, then heard everyone behind him shouting. He raised his glass and shouted, "Long live Hydra!"

(End of this chapter)