Chapter 433: Old Captain America: Just Surrender

Chapter 433: Chapter 433: Old Captain America: Just Surrender

Darian watched the show from the side with great relish, completely ignoring how conflicted Carter felt inside.

Anyway, he only wanted the result. As for what the process was like, that was none of his business.

Naturally, the matter of Carter becoming young could not be kept from her family.

Looking at Carter, who was younger than themselves, that group of her descendants was dumbfounded on the spot.

Although it was said that people truly experienced a brief revival before death, this revival was simply too absurd.

Fortunately, her descendants had strong acceptance capabilities. After all, having grown up in the home of the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., what bizarre things had they not seen?

They were overjoyed because of this. Putting their heads together, since everyone had already come, they couldn’t let so many people make a wasted trip. Simply turning a funeral into a joyous occasion, the originally booked banquet was directly changed into a celebration feast.

At the banquet, egged on by a certain troublemaker, Steve and Carter danced amidst the crowd’s encirclement, finally completing that dance delayed by over half a century. The scene could be described as everyone being happy.

Of course, except for Old Steve.

Old Steve did not leave, but instead found an inconspicuous corner to observe secretly.

As a result, he happened to see the scene of Steve and Carter hugging each other while dancing. The entire banquet was as lively as the two of them getting married, making him feel that his head was glowing vividly green.

At this moment, Old Steve was like an impotent husband, watching helplessly as his wife and another man acted all lovey-dovey, yet he couldn’t step forward to stop them and could only stare blankly in the corner.

How was this not a kind of...

After the banquet, Darian found Old Steve again and asked in confusion, "I made Carter young again, why do you look unhappy?"

Old Steve indicated that he didn’t want to speak and just wanted to be quiet, and not to ask who Jingjing was.

Darian patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don’t be sad. Although you are unlucky in love, I can make you successful in your career."

Upon hearing this, Old Steve’s first reaction was that Darian intended to arrange a position for him in S.H.I.E.L.D..

He said helplessly, "My identity is too sensitive, and it is inconvenient for me to participate in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s affairs. You should understand my situation."

Even though he now knew that his actions would not affect the future, if the identity of a Captain America from a parallel World were exposed, it would likewise cause a huge impact on this World.

Darian waved his hand, "Rest assured, it’s not a job with S.H.I.E.L.D., but from another organization."

Old Steve was stunned for a moment, "Another organization? But aren’t you a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent?"

"That’s right, but nobody said a person can’t moonlight in multiple organizations at the same time."

"..."

Old Steve was temporarily unable to refute and had to ask, "Then what organization are you talking about?"

Darian smiled slightly, "You are very familiar with this organization. Its scale is even larger than S.H.I.E.L.D., and it is dedicated to protecting World peace and eliminating all potential threats."

Old Steve frowned, racking his brain for a long time, but couldn’t think of any organization that fit this description.

"Just come with me and you’ll know."

After speaking, Darian raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Amidst Old Steve’s shocked gaze, a large dog suddenly appeared in front of them.

Before he could react, he felt the surrounding space twist slightly, and the scene before his eyes instantly changed its appearance.

In the blink of an eye, they were no longer in the previous place, replaced by an outrageously luxurious hall.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows extended from the ground all the way to the ceiling, and through the glass, the city scene below could be seen.

Skyscrapers stood in forests, and countless flying vehicles shuttled back and forth in the air in an orderly manner. The entire city was shrouded in a faint blue light, exuding a sense of technology from a future World.

Old Steve said in surprise, "Have we come to Wakanda?"

Darian shook his head, "No, this is Sokovia."

"???"

Old Steve had an incredulous look on his face.

In his impression, Sokovia was a small country plagued by continuous wars.

Later, after the Ultron incident occurred, the country’s capital was directly sent up into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the Sun, ultimately causing the entire country to fall apart and triggering a series of subsequent events.

But now, in Sokovia before his eyes, where was there even a shred of the shadow of war? It was far more developed than America.

Before Old Steve could recover from his shock, the doors of the hall were suddenly pushed open, and a man walked in briskly.

He walked straight up to Darian, lowered his head slightly, and said in a respectful tone, "My Lord, news has come from Hive. The Stallion Project has achieved preliminary success, successfully training offspring symbiotes."

Darian nodded, "Just in time, I have brought the candidate for the symbiote mold."

"Helmut Zemo!?"

Seeing the face of the newcomer clearly, Old Steve’s expression suddenly changed, and a layer of vigilance and hostility welled up in his eyes.

In the World belonging to him, the man standing in front of him was the chief culprit who caused the Avengers to engage in a civil war.

Although Zemo was just an ordinary person without superpowers, his mind was terrifyingly meticulous, and his schemes were interlinked, actually playing a group of omnipotent superheroes around in circles.

He and Tony even came to blows over fighting for a man, and in the end, the two parted ways because of this, causing the entire Avengers to be torn apart from then on.

Precisely because of this, the moment Old Steve saw Zemo, his entire person directly went into a stress response.

Zemo was somewhat puzzled.

He didn’t understand why this old man, who looked like a certain U.S. presidential candidate, reacted so strongly the moment he saw him.

Darian patted Old Steve on the shoulder and placated him, "Don’t be nervous, Zemo is my man."

"Your man?"

Old Steve was even more surprised, "Wait, what does he mean by calling you My Lord?"

Without needing Darian to speak, Zemo had already taken over the conversation, his tone filled with respect, "My Lord is the King of our country of Sokovia. Under his governance, Sokovia has developed from a poor and weak small country ravaged by war into its current appearance. It can be said that without My Lord, there would be no Sokovia of today."

As Darian’s longest-serving number one flunky, Zemo’s professional capability was truly unquestionable, and his flattery was just right—neither too much nor too little—which Darian thoroughly enjoyed hearing.

Old Steve said in shock, "Darian is the King of Sokovia!?"

In his cognition, Darian was just an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Although his style of doing things was a bit eccentric and his abilities were ridiculously great, he never expected that this guy was actually a ruler of a country.

This span of identity was simply too huge!

Darian put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and revealed a low-key and introverted smile, "I am usually relatively low-key, so not many people know my true identity."

Old Steve’s eye corners twitched slightly as he looked at the huge humanoid statue standing in the center of the city outside the window.

If he guessed correctly, this statue should be Darian himself.

Do you call this low-key?

"Let’s go, I’ll take you to see Hive."

Darian took Old Steve to board a flying vehicle and headed to the Hive research institute.

Along the way, Old Steve saw quite a few familiar technologies and couldn’t help asking, "These technologies, I seem to have seen them in Wakanda."

Darian didn’t hide or tuck anything away, and cleanly and neatly admitted it, "You have a good eye. These technologies were indeed provided to Sokovia by Wakanda."

Old Steve said in surprise, "Wakanda is actually willing to make these technologies public?"

He remembered that Wakanda during this period always practiced a policy of isolationism, disguising itself to the outside World as a backward agricultural small country, while tightly guarding the secrets of Vibranium technology on the inside. The outside World completely didn’t know their true appearance.

Darian leaned back in his seat, crossed his legs, and said cheerfully, "Of course, Sokovia and Wakanda are allied countries now, and my relationship with their King is quite good."

In Old Steve’s mind, T’Challa’s calm and upright black face automatically surfaced.

If it were T’Challa, it wouldn’t be entirely unreasonable. That young King was indeed much more enlightened and visionary than his ancestors, and was willing to break tradition and cooperate with the outside World.

"The King you mentioned is the Black Panther T’Challa?" Old Steve asked.

"Ah no, it’s Killmonger."

Old Steve: "???"

What the heck, the King of Wakanda is that radical Killmonger?

Whose script is this anyway!?

The flying vehicle continued to fly forward for a while, began to descend above a seemingly unremarkable urban area, and finally stopped in front of a square-shaped building.

This building was not tall, just around four or five floors. The exterior walls were painted with beige coating, the paint on some parts had aged slightly, and the walls were engraved with the words Sokovia Tunnel Management Bureau.

Darian pushed open the door and walked in, with Old Steve following closely behind.

The foyer was not large and had simple decoration. On the left wall, a huge industrial fan was installed, turning huffing and puffing, continuously delivering fresh air to the exhaust vent on the right.

Sitting on the side was an old man with graying hair, wearing a security uniform, holding a newspaper and reading it with rapt attention. Even if someone came in, he didn’t have any reaction.

At the very front of the foyer, there was only a lonely elevator, and nothing else besides that.

Darian walked straight to the elevator and reached out to press the sensor panel.

The panel lit up with a faint blue light, identifying his palm print. The elevator doors slid open to both sides, Darian stepped inside, Old Steve followed behind, and the doors closed behind them.

"Heading to Laboratory No. 23."

Following Darian’s words, the elevator car vibrated slightly and began to run downwards smoothly.

Old Steve watched the numbers sinking continuously on the elevator screen and asked curiously, "What place is this?"

Darian said, "Hive research institute, Sokovia’s core scientific research facility. Its research scope covers energy development, biological modification, weapon systems, artificial intelligence, and so on. Basically all those technologies you see outside originate from here."

Old Steve couldn’t help taking a deep breath.

It seemed that Sokovia’s technological strength was far more powerful than he had imagined, and compared to Wakanda, the country with the most advanced technology on Earth in his impression, it was probably only higher and not lower.

Old Steve tentatively asked, "You wouldn’t want the organization you want me to join to be Sokovia, would you?"

Darian chuckled, "Of course not, Sokovia is a country, not an organization."

Ding!

Before Old Steve could open his mouth to ask, the elevator suddenly stopped.

The metal doors slid open slowly, revealing a spacious and bright white corridor. A middle-aged man wearing a white lab coat was already waiting at the elevator entrance, and behind him stood more than a dozen fully armed guards.

Darian spoke, "Let me introduce you, this is Wolfgang von Strucker, our Sokovia’s chief researcher and the head of the Hive research institute."

Old Steve’s gaze fell on Strucker, and his expression suddenly tightened.

He leaned close to Darian’s ear, lowered his voice, and spoke in an urgent tone, "Darian, this guy is a high-ranking cadre of HYDRA, absolutely cannot be trusted..."

Swish!

Before his words were finished, the sound of uniform attention echoed in the corridor.

More than a dozen guards puffed out their chests, their expressions fanatical, raising their arms to salute Darian.

"Hail HYDRA!"

Darian nodded and turned to look at Old Steve, "What did you want to say just now?"

Old Steve: "..."

Nothing, is it still too late for me to shout Hail HYDRA now?

As a second-run player, how could Old Steve still not react when he saw this scene.

Darian was clearly a member of HYDRA, and his status was not low either.

Thinking that Darian was also the King of Sokovia, Old Steve instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

I’m afraid this isn’t falling into the lair of HYDRA.

Old Steve took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said to Darian through gritted teeth, "Darian, I didn’t expect you to be a HYDRA spy inside S.H.I.E.L.D.. Does Nick Fury know about this?"

"He knows."

Old Steve was stunned for a moment, "Could it be that he didn’t manage you?"

Darian chuckled, "Why manage me? He is the biggest HYDRA boss in S.H.I.E.L.D.. All the HYDRA members inside the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. have to report to him."

Old Steve: "???"

What the heck?

Nick Fury, the former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., is actually the leader of HYDRA!?

You must know that in his World, Pierce, that former Director, was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s biggest inside mole, but now it has turned into Nick Fury.

Could it be that the position of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s former Director really has some saying to it?

Darian looked at Old Steve’s colorful face and dealt another blow, "Oh right, now besides Hill, the current Director, basically all other S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents have joined HYDRA."

"To be precise, Director Hill is the undercover Agent who sneaked into our HYDRA."

Old Steve: "..."

He even felt a bit heartbroken for Hill. This treatment was simply more miserable than Nick Fury in his World.

Old Steve took a deep breath.

The degree of HYDRA’s penetration in this World was far too terrifying compared to his World; even S.H.I.E.L.D. was left with only a name and Hill.

Going on like this, the entire World would sooner or later be ruined completely by HYDRA.

No, he must notify this World’s Avengers. Only the combat power of the Avengers could possibly contend head-on with this World’s HYDRA.

Old Steve was Captain America after all, and had a natural hostile relationship towards HYDRA.

After learning all this, his first reaction was to find a way to stop this evil organization, HYDRA.

Moreover, he felt that just those few members of the Avengers currently were not enough. Not to mention Darian’s own strength, just the technological level of Sokovia already made one’s scalp tingle; they had to recruit more powerful teammates.

In Old Steve’s heart, a future Avengers member instantly surfaced.

Wanda Maximonov.

If there was Wanda’s assistance, plus the entire Avengers dispatching in full force, there would be a high probability of defeating HYDRA.

Just as Old Steve was scheming in his heart, a woman in red suddenly appeared out of thin air before his eyes.

"Darian, is this the Old Captain America you talked about?"

"Yes."

Darian introduced to Old Steve, "You should also know her, Wanda, my secretary, and also a member of HYDRA."

Old Steve: "..."

What else is there to fight, just surrender.

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