"Captain?" Ashley came over and handed Steve a small black device, "This was left by Mr. Starr before. He said... If you are going to meet old friends, this may be useful."
It was a mechanical device the size of a fingernail.
"What is this?"
"Universal Decoder." Ashley lowered his voice, "Vought Technologies's new product. Theoretically, it can rewrite the underlying logic of most electronic locks. If necessary, it can also become a small electromagnetic pulse bomb."
Steve looked at the little thing, was silent for a moment, and then put it in his pocket.
"Thank you."
Washington, Triskelion.
Steve, wearing that conspicuous uniform, parked at the door of the building on a motorcycle.
After entering S.H.I.E.L.D., the journey was smooth.
After all, he is Captain America.
"Captain Rogers."
The elevator door opened, and Brock·Rumlow stood inside, with an inexplicable smile on his face.
"Long time no see. Are you here to see the director?"
Steve nodded and walked into the elevator.
"Is he here?"
"You know, the director is always busy." Rumlow took the initiative to help Captain America press the elevator button, "But you are lucky, he just came back."
The elevator rises slowly.
The atmosphere in the small space was a little depressing.
Steve put his hands behind his back and looked straight ahead, but he could feel that Rumlow's hand was always resting on the holster at his waist.
"How's your work lately, Rumlow?" Steve suddenly asked.
"It's okay." Rumlow shrugged, "That's just wiping the butts of Vought's group of celebrities and maintaining law and order. You know, chores."
"That's good." Steve turned to look at him, "Don't forget who you work for."
"Of course." Rumlow smiled, "For peace."
"Ding."
The elevator has arrived.
Steve walked out of the elevator and didn't look back.
Rumlow looked at Steve's back, his smile immediately faded, and his eyes became cold.
Director's Office.
In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the bald one-eyed dragon in a black trench coat should have been standing.
But now, there is no one there.
"Fury?"
Steve walked into the office and frowned.
"Captain."
The voice came from behind.
Not Nick Fury, but Alexander Pierce.
The former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., current secretary-general of Security Council, is looking at Steve with a smile.
"Pierce?" Steve looked confused, "I thought Fury would be here."
"Nick?" Pierce took off his glasses and wiped them, "Nick is a busy man. He has recently... well, been dealing with some very sensitive personal matters."
"Personal matter?"
"You know, old spies always have some secrets that they don't want people to know." Pierce stood up and walked to Steve, "Is there anything I can help you with, Captain?"
"Let me check a file." Steve looked directly at Pierce, "About 'Winter Soldier'."
Pierce's eyes twitched slightly, but he quickly covered it up.
"Winter Soldier?" Pierce smiled, "That's a ghost story, Captain. A rumor from the Cold War. If you want to hear a story, I can recommend some good novels to you."
"I saw him." Steve didn't smile, "In Chicago. He has a metal arm, fighting skills... from the army."
Pierce's smile gradually disappeared.
He walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey.
"Captain, sometimes, it's best for everyone to just let the past go."
"I just want to know the truth."
"The truth..." Pierce turned his back to Steve, "The truth is usually ugly and dangerous."
"Perhaps you can wait until Fury comes back, and he may be able to tell you the truth."
"Where is Fury?"
"I told you, it's a private matter."
"Really?"
Steve looked at Pierce and suddenly showed a meaningful expression.
"Then that's strange."
"Just before I came, Fury contacted me through an encrypted channel."
Steve started to lie and looked directly at Pierce. This is what Homelander taught him. When lying, he should look into the other person's eyes.
"He said that if I couldn't find him one day, I would go to the 12th floor underground of the archives. He left me a 'gift' there."
"Oh? Really?" Pierce said with a calm expression, "Since it's Nick's arrangement, then you can go get it. As long as you have the authority."
"I do." Steve smiled softly, "Of course I do."
After saying that, he turned and left.
"Ding."
The elevator door opens.
Steve walked in and pressed the elevator to the first floor.
However, when the elevator door closed, he quickly took out the decoder from his pocket and stuck it on the control panel.
"Target reset: basement level 12, archives room."
At the same moment, Pierce picked up the phone on the table and dialed an internal number.
"He knows."
"Don't let him leave."
The elevator begins to descend.
Steve breathed a sigh of relief, the things Anthony gave us are really useful.
Just then, the elevator stopped.
"Ding."
The door opens.
Brock·Rumlow walked in with four burly action team members. They were wearing tactical vests and their hands were placed near the holsters on their waists.
"Captain." Rumlow nodded, with an unnatural smirk on his face, "Do you mind giving me a ride?"
Steve nodded, said nothing, and moved to the corner.
The elevator continues to descend.
"Ding."
Stopped again.
Five more agents squeezed in.
The small elevator car instantly became overcrowded.
Steve Look at these people.
No one looked at him, but everyone's muscles were tense.
Someone's hand is slowly touching the lower back, and someone's hand is adjusting the position of the electric shock baton.
None of them pressed the floor button.
Steve's eyes swept over them.
He calculated silently in his mind.
Ten people.
The one on the left has a stun device in his hand.
The unknown suitcase-like piece of equipment on the right.
Rumlow's hand was always on the holster.
Steve lowered his head and looked at the floor.
He sighed secretly.
"Before we begin..."
He slowly raised his head, his face calm and calm, with only a calm fighting spirit.
"... Does anyone else want to go out?"
"Do it!!" Rumlow yelled.
The two agents beside him suddenly took out electromagnetic handcuffs and tried to lock Steve's wrists.
Another agent brandished a high-voltage electric shock baton and stabbed Steve directly in the waist and eyes.
Steve did not resist as they expected.
He just lightly pressed the button of a black device.
"Zi----Pah!!!"
A harsh electric sound exploded in the closed elevator car!
"Pah! Pah!"
The electromagnetic handcuffs in the hands of the two agents instantly short-circuited, lost their magnetism, and turned into two pieces of scrap metal.
The indicator light of the high-voltage electric shock rod went out and turned into an ordinary stick.
Even the communication earphones in Rumlow's ears made a sharp crack, which made him grimace in pain.
"Ah! My ears!!"
"What's going on?!"
Taking advantage of this group of Hydra agents falling into instant chaos due to equipment failure.
Steve moved.