The downpour showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. Listening to the rain, Yang Bo watched the red dots representing Hydra on the Minimap and suppressed his killing intent.
Rain pattered outside, streaming off the roof to form a curtain of water across the doorway.
After ending the call with Fury, Natasha and Rogers both fell silent. Rogers took it a little better. He had slept for seventy years, and to him, fighting Hydra still felt like a recent memory. Now that Hydra had resurfaced, he readily accepted the reality.
Natasha was different. She simply could not accept it right away. Her expression grew bleak, and her eyes stared vacantly ahead. There was no telling what she was thinking.
Rogers noticed her state and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Natasha was silent for a moment before saying, "When I joined S.H.I.E.L.D., I thought it would be something honorable."
"But now it looks like all I did was move from the KGB to Hydra."
Then she shook her head helplessly and continued, "I thought I knew who I was working for, but now..."
For a moment, Rogers had no idea how to comfort Natasha, the Black Widow. He had only recently awakened, and seventy years had changed so much that he felt completely out of place in this era.
The funny thing was that, after all these days, the only thing that had made him feel at home was the news he had just received-that HYDRA still existed.
Yang Bo pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked at the two of them. "Well? Do you need me to help clean out the Hydra members among the people you brought?"
He was only asking casually. Since he had already agreed to give Fury three days, he would wait those three days.