Cooperate

"No one in the base should go out recently, especially those few German faces. They are strictly forbidden from stepping out of the base." Russell gave the order, and after thinking for a moment, he continued, "Have people in other bases contact Schmidt as soon as possible, find out his current location, and then hand the information over to the America, preferably SSR."

"Yes, sir!"

Russell added, "Remember, you must find Schmidt before the Soviet Union, and even if he dies, he must die at the hands of the America."

Hydra's influence in the Soviet Union was far less than in other European countries, and Russell had no intention of expanding Hydra in the Soviet Union. The country was in chaos after World War II and would disintegrate at the end of the 20th century, so any strategic planning would be a thankless task.

Russell's grand strategy in the America was to infiltrate Hydra's forces into S.H.I.E.L.D.., drawing resources from them to grow stronger together. Meanwhile, Hydra's forces in Europe were to disperse and hibernate, waiting until after World War II to decide their next move based on the situation.

Therefore, Schmidt cannot be captured by the Soviet Union, and the Tesseract must be obtained by S.H.I.E.L.D..

Russell won't personally study the Tesseract, but he will take the time to meet with Howard. If all goes well, he will personally invite Agent Carter, Dr. Pym, and others to switch sides, in an effort to create Hydra S.H.I.E.L.D.. branch.

As for the value of the Soviet Union, the mineral deposits of Siberia were indeed tempting, as were the country's scientists, who, during the most chaotic period, would try to win over those unfortunate guys who came to Siberia to dig potatoes.

Another week passed, and Russell's Enslavement Bucky was still unsuccessful. Bucky was as hard as iron in Russell's arms, and he refused to surrender no matter what Russell tried to do.

Schmidt's intelligence gathering efforts also came to a standstill. Having learned from his repeated failures, Schmidt became extremely cautious. Perhaps sensing something amiss within Hydra, he became incredibly suspicious, and several high-ranking personnel under Russell's control were unable to contact him.

Waiting idly is not Russell's style, especially with Soviet Union agents becoming increasingly active in Siberia recently. It is very possible that instead of finding Schmidt, they might uncover the base themselves.

Russell looked at Schmidt's Character Card in his hand. If he took the initiative, he might be able to lure Schmidt out. Given Schmidt's arrogance, he certainly wouldn't tolerate anyone using his face to act recklessly.

"Gentlemen!"

The office door was suddenly pushed open, and a messenger rushed in, shouting, "Something's wrong! Someone has infiltrated the base!"

Are you kidding me?

Russell stood up from his seat, placed the Thunder Beast on the table, and went out towards the base prison where Bucky was being held, asking as he walked, "How many enemies were there? How did they infiltrate?"

The messenger was terrified, fearing Russell's wrath. "We can only confirm that one person impersonated a base logistics personnel and followed the supply vehicle into the base. We counted the number of people; there were six in the vehicle before entering the base, but only five returned to the unit."

"A supply truck!?"

Russell's face darkened. "I gave the order before, no one is allowed to step out of the base without my permission. Which bastard has a death wish?"

"No, sir, the supply wagon is for..." The messenger glanced at Russell, paused, "To replenish your meat supplies, to hunt brown bears and deer in the mountains."

Russell's face darkened even more. It turned out that it was still because of him. These days, he had been using the Thunder Beast to refine his body and needed to replenish a lot of energy, resulting in an astonishing consumption of meat.

"Sir, the base is now completely sealed off. Soldiers are guarding all entrances and exits, and military dogs have been deployed for patrols to ensure that no enemy leaves alive."

Military dogs?

When did the base get military dogs? Were they those Siberia Huskies?

Russell: "..."

Aren't they spare ingredients?

"Sir, their noses are trustworthy."

Yes, they have a keen sense of smell, but they're not very bright and might very well be on the same side as the enemy!

Russell sighed speechlessly, "Pass on my order to put those... military dogs in cages. They'll cause trouble."

"Why!?"

The messenger hesitated for a moment, then, seeing Russell's displeased expression, hurriedly nodded and ran away.

Alarms sounded in the base, and heavily armed soldiers patrolled in groups of three or five, tirelessly searching every corner where enemies might be hiding.

Russell went alone to the prison next to the lab, entered the password to open the gate, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Bucky sitting quietly in the metal chair. He had spent two years creating a Super Soldier, and if someone took advantage of the chaos to release him, all those years would have been for nothing.

[Bite]

[The host has come into contact with the story character Natasha Romanoff, triggering Lottery Draw. Would you like to draw now?]

Russell: "..."

If I remember correctly, only Black Widow in the Marvel has this name, which means the other party is in this room.

Thinking of this, he looked around, then looked up and saw a figure pressed against the ceiling.

She had long, wine-red hair, a delicate face with a slightly alluring look, and appeared to be around twenty years old. Her black bodysuit accentuated her curvaceous figure. Perhaps the tightness of the clothes was causing her chest constriction, as the zipper was only pulled up to just above her chest, leaving a section open.

Russell: "..."

Natasha: "..."

Their eyes met, and for a moment the scene froze. Natasha released the miniature suction cups on her combat suit, landed, stood in front of Russell, grabbed his wrist, and pinned him against the wall.

"Cooperate and don't make any unnecessary noise, or I'll shove your head into the wall," Natasha threatened in a low voice, pressing Russell's hand against hers.

Russell: "..."

"Researcher, tell me how to get out of here safely, and who's in the cage?"

Russell's white lab coat made Natasha mistake him for a researcher at the base and prepare to interrogate him for useful information. She had accepted a mission to investigate Hydra, which had infiltrated the Soviet Union, and this base was the third place she had visited.

Even though the files clearly stated that the base belonged to the Soviet Union and there was no problem with it, she still sensed something was amiss based on Silk.

As she had predicted, the secret base had two levels, with the underground level holding a hidden secret. Although she hadn't seen any Hydra markings, she had noticed many people communicating in German on the way in, which meant it was definitely connected to Hydra.

Natasha's mission is to gather intelligence. She has confirmed that the base belongs to Hydra, and she does not intend to stay any longer.

"Am I asking you a question, or do you want something more exciting?" Natasha whispered in Russell's ear, her deadly red lips exuding unparalleled allure.

Russell shook his neck, his ears tickling from the breeze. "Take me hostage, and you'll be able to leave here safely."

"What!?"

"The man locked up in the prison is codenamed 'Winter Soldier -0,' a product of copying America Super Soldier, Hydra version of Captain America."

"!"

Natasha sensed something was amiss. The man before her remained calm and composed, showing no signs of being abducted, as if she were the one being interrogated.

Suddenly, an irresistible force surged through her wrist. Before Natasha could react, Russell grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. Their positions were the same as before, only now they were in opposite places.

"Cooperate, or you'll be stuck inside the wall." Russell whispered in Natasha's ear, mimicking her gesture.

Natasha struggled for a moment, unable to move, and forced a smile, saying, "Forget about inside the wall, I prefer in bed. Want to try?"

As she spoke, she tilted her head and gave a charming smile.

Upon seeing Natasha's provocative smile, Russell was very displeased. He slapped her across the face and slammed her against the wall. "Soviet Union agent?"

"I'm not a secret agent. I'm just an ordinary resident of a nearby city who happened to be passing by." Natasha was pressed against the wall, her face squashed into a bun, her lips pursed and unable to close.

That damn guy is really strong. His body is telling the truth, but he's still so proud. If you're so tough, then don't try to touch him!

Russell scoffed. "Would ordinary residents wear bodysuits in the dead of winter?"

"Personal hobby!"

"Your personal hobbies also include scaling walls and infiltrating heavily guarded military bases?"

Natasha gave an awkward smile, "I get lost easily, which is quite bothersome."

"Has no sense of direction?"

"That's it..." Natasha bent her fingers with difficulty and pressed the switch on the bracelet.

Crackling and popping—

The bracelet suddenly released a strong electric current, striking Russell as she herself trembled and fell to the ground.

Natasha's bodysuit has protective features, so she experiences less electrical shock. She has also done targeted training and believes she can recover before Russell.

However, the reality was cruel. Russell shivered but was fine; she lay stiffly on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Russell stepped on Natasha's lower back, pulled out Adamantium Blade, and severed her bracelet and metal belt. He held the knife to her neck and said, "You directionally challenged girl, do you have any last words?"

Where did he hide this knife? Why didn't I see it just now?

Feeling the coldness of the Blade, Natasha got goosebumps on her neck. She tried to move her body, but even her fingers wouldn't obey her. She could only force a dry laugh and say, "Actually, I came here to apply for a job. Are you still hiring?"

"Forget about applying, the base is full, but a bunch of grown men with nowhere to release their hormones... We need a sex slave, what do you want?" Russell grabbed Natasha by the neck, lifted her up and pressed her against the wall, Adamantium Blade disappeared in a flash.

Natasha's pupils suddenly contracted; she seemed to have witnessed something extraordinary, and under these circumstances, she would likely have a difficult time leaving alive.

"What, you look down on this position?"

Ignoring Natasha's disdainful gaze, Russell reached down and pulled her zipper down, taking out a miniature bullet. After thinking for a moment, he looked down between her legs; it seemed that could also be used to hide things.

Natasha noticed Russell's descending gaze and instantly understood what he was thinking. Her face darkened as she said, "Damn it, if you dare to move, I promise I'll take you down with me."

"Excuse me, I was just checking if there was a zipper here!" With that, Russell headbutted Natasha and dragged the unconscious girl out of the prison.

At that moment, the messenger ran over again, and Russell ordered, "Stop the alarm, prepare the interrogation room, I want to interrogate the prisoner myself."

"Uh, sir, shall we move the interrogation room... to your bedroom?" Seeing Natasha's utterly wretched appearance, the messenger instantly understood the implication.

Russell: "..."