Argentina, Bariloche.
This tranquil town at the foot of the Andes Mountains appears to be a ski resort paradise, but beneath the surface flows the dark blood of a bygone era.
A sanatorium hidden deep in the mountains, with three underground floors.
Beside the long round table, seven or eight elderly people, nearing the end of their lives, were slumped in velvet high-backed chairs.
Their faces were lined with wrinkles like cracked tree bark, and age spots covered the backs of their hands, but their cloudy eyes still held the arrogance and ruthlessness left over from the last century.
These people are "living fossils" of Hydra, elders who were despised and marginalized by Alexander Pierce and Baron Strucker.
Gustav Schmidt.
A bald, elderly man sitting at the head of the table tapped his cane, his voice hoarse, "We've reviewed your genetic analysis report. Indeed, your chromosomes bear the mark of Lord Red Skull, but that doesn't mean you can sit in this position and issue orders."
The old man's cloudy eyes swept over the white-clad man standing under the lamplight.
"Bloodline is just a ticket, not a scepter. You want us to hand over our last savings—those golds that have been sleeping in Switzerland banks for half a century, and our undercover connections in South America governments—to you? To do what... repair? Repair what again?"
"It's Shocker."
Doctor Shinigami stood under the light, his face bearing an expression that was almost one of pity.
"It's not about messing around, it's about evolution."
He paced slowly, his boots making a crisp sound on the marble floor.
" Pierce is an idiot; he just wants to be a bureaucrat parasitically within S.H.I.E.L.D.. Strucker is even worse, all he does is play house with the scepter. Hydra's head is rotten; it needs to be cut off and new ones grow."
"Insolence!" the bald old man roared. " Pierce controls the world's largest intelligence network! S.H.I.E.L.D.. is his backyard! What do you have? Besides this face that's related to Lord Red Skull, you have nothing!"
Several elderly people nearby also let out mocking laughter.
"Young man, don't be so arrogant."
"When we were pledging allegiance to Lord Red Skull, you were still a liquid."
"Get out of here, you Schmidt brat, or we'll force you to be turned into soap."
Doctor Shinigami was not angry.
He simply tilted his head, his lips parted into a wide grin that seemed to tear his facial muscles apart.
"What I possess is the technology of God."
Four soldiers dressed in black tactical uniforms and wearing faceless masks pushed a metal cryogenic chamber in.
These cryogenic chambers are of extremely high specifications, with no markings on them, only a few complex locking devices.
This is my first gift to you all.
Doctor Shinigami walked to the cryo-chamber and entered a series of complex commands.
laugh--
As white, icy air billowed out, the hatch slowly rose.
The man inside had his eyes closed, and his left arm, now only half a metal part, was still conspicuous.
The bald old man stood up, completely unaware that his cane had fallen to the ground.
"This... this is..."
" Sergeant Barnes, or as you may know him better— the Winter Soldier."
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
"Impossible! Pierce said he disappeared in Siberia!"
" S.H.I.E.L.D.. searched half the globe but couldn't find him!"
"How could you possibly escape right under Pierce's nose...?"
Doctor Shinigami reveled in the gasps of surprise.
" Pierce lost his sharpest blade because he was incompetent." Doctor Shinigami reached out and gently stroked the Winter Soldier's metal arm. "And I brought him home."
"Look at this perfect body! But it's been wasted. The Soviet Union ' technology was so crude, it was like repairing a tractor! All they knew was brainwashing and freezing. It was a complete waste!"
I will reform him.
A fanatical Flame burned in Doctor Shinigami's eyes. "I will dismantle this pile of junk and inject Shocker's genetic technology. He will no longer be a puppet that only obeys orders to kill; he will become the first Monster General, the vanguard of the new world!"
"Gentlemen, how much longer do you have to live? Two years? Three years? Join me, and I can give you at least another twenty years to live!"
The elderly people looked at each other in bewilderment.
Fear, greed, and shock were intertwined on their faces.
And this man, who claims to be a descendant of Schmidt, actually managed to get people out right under Pierce's and S.H.I.E.L.D..'s noses.
Can it even extend one's life?
The underlying forces behind this are terrifying to contemplate.
What do we need to give up?
The bald old man sat down again, his tone softening.
"Resources, channels, and those outdated laboratories you have."
Doctor Shinigami snapped his the Snap.
The screen behind me lit up, revealing a massive organizational chart.
It was an eagle emblem, but the eagle's talons had been replaced with more ferocious mechanical tentacles, and below it was written the word " Shocker ".
"Take out all the gold bars you've hidden in Switzerland banks. Activate all your spies within the South America government."
Doctor Shinigami walked up to the bald old man, looking down at him. " Hydra is old; it's time for it to shed its skin. From today onward, you'll listen to me here."
"For... Shocker?"
The old man asked tentatively.
"To conquer the world," Doctor Shinigami corrected.
Two hours later, in the underground laboratory.
The Winter Soldier has been moved to a new operating table.
There were no humane surveillance devices like those from S.H.I.E.L.D.., only various saws, drills, and strangely colored reagent bottles.
Doctor Shinigami changed into a rubber apron covered in oil stains and held a high-frequency vibrating scalpel in his hand.
"Wake up, soldier."
He casually turned off the valve on the anesthetic gas.
A few minutes later, Bucky Barnes opened his eyes.
His long-standing fighting instincts made him want to suddenly attack and hurt someone, but he found himself locked in place by some kind of high-intensity electromagnetic shackles.
"I am your new creator."
Doctor Shinigami leaned closer to his face, his dead fish eyes fixed on Bucky's pupils. "Forget about Captain America, and forget about Hydra's boring commands. 'Yearning,' 'Seventeen'... they're too low-level."
Doctor Shinigami pressed the switch, and the scalpel emitted a piercing buzz. "We're going to turn you into a masterpiece. You'll have the compound eye reflexes of an insect, the explosive muscle power of a beast, and... absolute loyalty."
"No..."
"Don't move, it'll hurt." Doctor Shinigami grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "But I promise, you'll like this power."
Sizzle--!
The scalpel cut through the joint of the metal arm, Spark flying.
Bucky let out a painful roar, but to Doctor Shinigami, it was the most beautiful prelude to a new era.
Shout! Shout loudly!
The Doctor Shinigami the Batman Who Laughs, his hands moving so fast they were almost invisible. Blood splattered on his goggles, but he didn't even bother to wipe it away.
"In this world, there is no justice, no evil, only Shocker!"
Since Hydra enjoys brainwashing and modification, let them see what real "ergonomics" is all about.
Winter Soldier?
No, that's too old-fashioned.
Perhaps he should be called Shocker Rider No. 1.