"Hydra created an extremely chaotic world, and humanity was finally ready to sacrifice freedom for security."
"Once our Purification Program is complete, Hydra's new world order will be born!!"
"We won, Captain. The value of your survival and your death is the same—they're both zero."
The terrifying, chilling tone, along with the image of himself flickering beside it, made everything around him look horrifying.
Rogers, who had already built up a chestful of fury, drove his fist straight into the enormous display before him. A deep, fist-shaped crack instantly appeared across it, rendering the screen useless.
What enraged Rogers wasn't Zola's final statement, but everything he had said before it.
Rogers had devoted the first half of his life entirely to his country, fighting to destroy Hydra and the Red Skull organization.
It had also been for the peace and stability of humanity that he had resolutely taken the Tesseract and plunged downward. At that moment, he had been prepared to die, sacrificing everything he had.
At that moment, he had been proud and happy. Although he had ultimately missed that dance with Carter, he had never regretted it.
But now, Zola's words had directly denied the meaning of his existence. Hydra still existed, and it had grown and merged with S.H.I.E.L.D., becoming even stronger than the S.H.I.E.L.D. of today.
Moreover, throughout all the years Rogers had been asleep, Hydra had been borrowing S.H.I.E.L.D.'s power to manipulate wars and plunge the human world into even greater chaos.
That alone had led to the deaths of who knew how many innocent people.
That was what enraged Rogers most, along with his disgust and hatred for Hydra—and even a trace of helplessness at his own inability to change anything.
"Just as I said, zero."
Zola's voice came from another small screen, seemingly