"Director, actually I...I..."

The bald Sitwell was sweating profusely, and beads of sweat were constantly dripping from his shiny head.

As a realist, Sitwell would never put all his chips on one banker. In addition to working hard to complete every task assigned by his immediate boss Pierce over the years, he also burned a lot of money from others.

fragrant.

It can be said that if someone had not cheated and allowed Hill to become the director of SHIELD, then no matter who else succeeded him, Sitwell could have gone further by relying on the network of relationships he had built over the years.

It's a pity that because no one would have thought that a person with mixed qualifications like Hill could actually become the director, Sitwell has never burned this incense stick until now!

"I know that you are nominally responsible for recruiting new employees for SHIELD, but in fact you are responsible for recruiting people for Hydra. As long as the newly recruited agents announce that they have joined Hydra, you will use your privileges to recruit them

Provide higher income and better promotion channels!”

Hill didn't care about Sitwell's performance at all, but said in an indifferent tone.

"Director, Director! Me! I was wronged. I am not a Hydra. I wholeheartedly support SHIELD!"

Hearing what Hill said, Sitwell fell down from his chair and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hands.

"snort--"

Hill smiled disdainfully. It's hard for a person like this to become the backbone of Hydra. It really makes people don't know what to say.

"No! Director, I swear, I am loyal to you. I will be your dog all my life. I will bite whoever you ask me to bite. You can call me an eight-headed snake, a hydra, or a ten-headed snake.

From now on I will be yours in life, and your ghost in death. You can do as you please whether I go up to the mountains of swords or to the seas of fire!"

Seeing the sneer on Hill's face, Sitwell's head shut down for a few seconds, then he immediately reacted, knelt on the ground and swore to the sky.

Although everyone knows that what this guy swears is similar to farting, it is obvious that this guy can still be used in a short period of time.

As for this guy who is not loyal enough and is afraid of death, he will definitely sell his master directly when faced with a life and death crisis?

These are all trivial matters. Most groups in the world are running around for profit. This is human nature!

If he had to ask his subordinates to remain loyal and willing to accept death, then there would probably be no one left to use.

"You go down first and take care of your people. I don't care whether you were Hydra or SHIELD. From now on, there must be only one voice within SHIELD!" Hill vowed again when he saw Sitwell.

He swore again, then raised his head slightly and spoke with a slightly raised voice.

She doesn't need to threaten the other person at all, and she doesn't need to talk nonsense. As a superior, she can take the time to say a few words to this guy in her busy schedule, which is already a favor to him.

Sitwell withdrew with fear and tears of gratitude. Even though the new director didn't say a harsh word, not even the so-called threats or threats, he now felt a deep sense of fear in his heart.

The unknown is terrifying. In just two or three days, the new director found out all the Hydra personnel hidden within S.H.I.E.L.D. This intelligence gathering ability alone was enough to scare everyone.

You must know that Hydra's greatest strength is concealment. Even Sitwell doesn't know who is the hidden Hydra in SHIELD, but now?

"Captain Rumlow, what do you think?"

After sending away the despised bald man, Hill raised his head and looked at the crossbones in front of him and asked.

"Director, I'm a rough guy, just say whatever you want!" Rumlow raised his head and said nonchalantly.

Unlike people like Sitwell, Rumlow is a true warrior. It is impossible to make him surrender with just one sentence.

"I know that you have always been interested in the Super Soldier Serum, and at the same time you are also dissatisfied with Steve Rogers' achievements!" Hill tapped the table with his finger and said with a little thought.

"I-I just don't accept it!"

Hearing that the deepest secret in his heart was actually told directly by the other party, Rumlow's face immediately turned pale. Although he still stood upright, only he knew that he was actually trembling all over!

After such a long period of planning, and being in a special department like SHIELD, everyone has become immune to people with special abilities.

But even though everyone can take the supernormal abilities of breathing fire, spitting water, being infinitely invulnerable and taking them in stride, there is one ability that everyone is afraid of.

That is the power of the mind!

No one wants to expose their innermost secrets to others, let alone since the other party can see through their innermost secrets, who knows if he can tamper with his thoughts at will?

"Very well, it's right to be dissatisfied. That guy is just an old man who lived more than seventy years ago. Our SHIELD doesn't need him to support the scene at all, so I have a plan here. Take a look and sign it if you have no doubts.

Bar!"

Hill took out a piece of paper from his desk and slid it out lightly.

"Super soldier transformation plan?"

Rumlow held the document in his hand and suddenly felt his blood surge and he could no longer stand still.

Becoming a superhero is his biggest dream in life, but all roads from the government have been blocked!

General Ross spent hundreds of billions of dollars, only to create an uncontrollable Hulk and a monster imprisoned at the bottom of Area 51.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has been researching so-called genetic medicines, but with the exception of Captain America, it has been fruitless.

The human body has its limits. As the human body's ultimate fighting power, Rumlow has long wanted to go one step further and become a real superhero!

After all, every day I see that playboy wearing an iron suit flying around in the sky, attracting the attention of the world, but I can only serve as a backdrop on the ground with the big-headed soldiers and cannon fodder. For those who don’t seek to make progress, maybe

There is no difference, but for Rumlow, it is simply more uncomfortable than killing him!

He would rather dominate the battlefield for a minute like a hero and then be gloriously cut into pieces, than be like Duckweed, with no one caring about his life or death.

But there is no way, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how hard he trains himself to death, the limit of the human body is right here, and there is no way he can open the genetic lock like the protagonist, so no matter what kind of unexpected situation he encounters, he

It can only serve as a background board at the back!

No matter how elite the soldier is, he is just a soldier. Just like playing a competitive game, no one cares about the performance of a soldier.
Chapter completed!