This, This, and This Too-Weld Them All Shut

"Sir, don't hang up yet. I have something else to ask for your opinion on." Zola said hurriedly, "The attack happened too suddenly. Many scientists in the base are unable to evacuate and may become prisoners, including our people."

"So what?"

"So you're not going to do anything? After all, they are all excellent scientists, and we can't let the America benefit from them for nothing." Zola meant that either these scientists should be rescued or they should all be killed; they couldn't just do nothing.

"Then let them be captured. With them as cover, our people can better integrate into the new environment..." Russell drew a paperclip pattern with his pen. "If you are captured one day, then join the America. No need to resist. Just answer whatever they ask, except for my intelligence. Remember to give away Schmidt's lair!"

After saying this, Russell hung up the phone. Dr. Zola on the other end was completely bewildered, not understanding his master's meaning at all.

The paperclip drawn by Russell is based on a famous America government project during World War II – Operation Paperclip!

Through this program, the America absorbed a large number of German Nazis scientists and transferred them to the America for its own use. Among them were many war criminals who should have been executed.

For example, a senior member of the Nazis Party's SS, a senior scientist who planned the V2 missile bombing of Britain, later became the father of the America Saturn V Rocket.

For example, a manager of a Nazis the United States was recruited and brought back to the America by relying on his professional skills in Rocket manufacturing. Later, he was awarded a medal by America for his outstanding contributions.

During World War II, Germany's aircraft and missile technology was far superior to that of the America. However, after Operation Paperclip, the America made leaps and bounds in aerospace and became the world's leading military power.

There is also an anecdote about this: the father of China's aerospace industry and the father of China's missiles served as a colonel in the United States and was active in the European battlefield. Many scientists were invited by him to successfully land in the America.

Russell didn't want to judge the right or wrong of scientists' actions; any country would do the same, the America was just the most diligent. He wouldn't stop it; on the contrary, he was happy to see the America do it, because his people would be taken over by SSR and become part of S.H.I.E.L.D..

Russell stroked his chin and smiled maliciously, "Speaking of which, if Howard Stark and Peggy Carter also become my people, I'll be the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D.. How about I get cleaned up and become the director for a while?"

"This seems promising... Wait, no! If this happens, wouldn't I become the final boss?!"

Russell shook his head with a bewildered expression and issued the retreat order, instructing everyone to pack up important documents. The subbase was very close to the base in Klausenburg, and it was no longer safe there; the only option was to evacuate to a subbase further inland.

It doesn't matter where the next branch base is located, or who the supervisor is. Give Russell two days, and he's confident he can persuade the other party and take his place as the base's leader. After a few more visits, Hydra will be basically infiltrated, and Schmidt will be left without any troops.

As for why Schmidt wasn't Enslavement, after all, Hydra had a notorious reputation and had plunged Europe into misery; someone of status needed to die to divert attention.

Three hours later, everyone at the base was ready to leave. The researchers boarded armored vehicles and were the first to depart, while the rest planted bombs, preparing to destroy the base after they left.

Russell had the most experimental data, which couldn't all fit in his Space Ring. He had just finished organizing the most important data when the laboratory door was pushed open.

The visitor is Dr. Zola!

"Gentlemen!"

Russell frowned. "Didn't you leave with Schmidt? What are you doing here?"

Zola pulled out a bunch of keys and explained, "Schmidt left in his own aircraft, and I'm driving his sports car to meet you and evacuate together."

Russell nodded, then suddenly raised an eyebrow. "So, do you know that you brought a tail with you?"

"What!?" Zola was completely bewildered, not understanding what Russell meant.

Boom! Boom! Rumble—

Explosions continued to ring out outside the base, accompanied by gunfire and the screams of Hydra soldiers. Soon the gunfire stopped, and the laboratory door was violently smashed open.

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A motorcycle pulled up in front of them. The Stars and Stripes man, a man with grand plans, wore a jacket and was covered in soot and grime. Zola had been hit by the motorcycle as he was running away, and his intuition told him that following Zola would lead him to his best friend.

Zola then realized the foolish thing he had done and stammered, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know he was following me, otherwise I wouldn't have..."

Russell waved goodbye to Zola, telling him to shut up. Now that Captain America is involved, the original plan must be adjusted.

"Are you the leader here?" Steve stared intently at Russell, who had a shield on his back. It wasn't Vibranium Shield, but a full steel shield, the one he used in his acting roles; it could easily stop bullets.

Steve didn't recognize Russell. Last time in Brooklyn, he didn't even see Russell's back, and all the SSR agents who knew what Russell looked like had died in the line of duty.

"Sir, I'll hold him off. You go first." Dr. Zola stood in front of Russell, holding his briefcase, and looked at Steve menacingly.

Steve looked Zola up and down, his gaze somewhat conflicted, probably trying to figure out how to deal with her.

Should I throw a straight punch, or a straight punch? Or maybe I should just throw a straight punch!

Russell slapped the weakling on the back of the head and shoved him aside. "Stop getting involved. This is none of your business. Before I take care of him, get Schmidt's supercar running."

"But..."

"Roll!"

Zola covered his head and ran towards the door, clutching his briefcase.

Steve didn't stop him, and looked at Russell with a relaxed smile, "Judging from your attire, you should be an office worker. Are you sure you want to spar with me?"

Russell chuckled in response, "Steve Rogers, Captain America, aren't you an arts and culture soldier too?"

Steve's expression turned serious. "You know me?"

"Of course, I also know you came here to see Bucky."

"Bucky is here after all..." Steve choked on his words: "You call him Bucky, are you two that close?"

Bucky is a nickname for Barnes' name. Apart from Steve, no one else is close enough to call him that, and Steve is very bothered by it.

"Of course, Bucky has switched sides and joined Hydra; he's one of us now."

"Nonsense!" Steve sneered, striding forward to grab Russell's collar. Suddenly, a dangerous warning struck him.

He withdrew his arm and quickly retreated, then looked at Russell again, who was now holding a long knife in his hand.

Without a second thought, Steve took off his shield and held it in front of him, charging straight at Russell, intending to knock Russell aside.

As he was about to act, that sense of danger struck him again, and he stopped in his tracks, instinctively bending over, tilting his head back, and jumping away.

Whoosh!

The Blade flashed, the Adamantium Blade through the shield, the sharp tip grazing Steve's nose, sending a chill down his spine. Had he not dodged quickly, that single blow would have severed his shield and head together.

"Steve, I'll give you a friendly reminder since I like you." Russell raised his sword and swung it, the sword energy tearing out and splitting the experimental equipment beside him in two, revealing the smooth cross-section of the mirror panel: "No matter what, never use your shield to block this sword. If you insist on doing so, I recommend that you go to Wakanda to repair it."

After saying that, Russell felt a little regretful. He wasn't sure which Marvel Universe this was, or whether Steve's shield was Vibranium or Adamantium and Vibranium. If it was Vibranium, the show was cool; if it was the latter, one slash would make both of them shudder and feel a tingling pain in their teeth.

On the bright side, this situation only happens to him and Deadpool. If it were Wolverine, and he scratched the shield with his claws, everyone would go crazy.

Of course, if this were a more complex version of a free-for-all, the plot would be even more exciting, and it's very possible that even Vibranium Shield and Adamantium Blade wouldn't be able to pierce it. After all, this is Marvel, which loves to contradict itself; each version has its own unique elements, and its reputation for constantly altering its own established lore is well-deserved.

Steve didn't understand what Russell was talking about. He kept swallowing as he looked at the smooth cut surface of the experimental equipment, unsure whether to pick up the half-shield or put it down.

"Where's Bucky?" Steve asked, regaining his composure.

Russell pointed to the training room behind him and said with a smile, "I was just kidding you. Bucky refused to surrender, and our men are teaching him a lesson. You arrived just in time. Judging by the time, he should be three-quarters dead by now."

"Get out of the way!"

Upon hearing this, Steve shouted angrily and, with courage seemingly drawn from nowhere, charged straight at Russell, carrying half of his shield.

Russell shrugged and stepped aside, letting Steve rush into the training room. The latter was suspicious, but with his best friend's life hanging in the balance, he didn't have time to worry about traps and pushed open the two metal doors before rushing in.

In the training room, Bucky was tied to a chair, his face bruised and swollen like a pig's head, and he couldn't open his eyes.

"Bucky! Bucky! It's me, are you alright..." Steve patted Bucky's cheek and shook his shoulders to wake him up.

"Uh... Steve, you've really grown taller..." Bucky squinted and said with difficulty, "Be careful, there's someone else in this house."

"What? Are you out of your mind? There's no one else in this room." Steve looked around, but the training room was empty, not a soul in sight.

Just as he was untying Bucky's ropes, a large hand pressed on his shoulder, while the other grabbed his ankle and lifted him high into the air.

Such a familiar scene...

As Steve was thinking this, his vision blurred, and he crashed heavily into Bucky.

Outside the training room, Russell looked at the two merged metal doors, took out Clow Cards from his Space Ring, released Thunder Beast, pointed at the crack in the door, and said, "This, this, and this, weld them all shut."

"Momo~~~"