"Director, actually I...I..."

Sitwell, the big bald head, was sweating, and sweat dripped from his shiny head.

As a realist, Sitwell never put all his chips on one bank. In addition to working hard to complete every task assigned by his boss Pierce over the years, he also burned a lot of other people. Fragrant.

It can be said that if it wasn't someone who cheated and made Hill the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., no matter what another person succeeded, Sitwell could take it a step further by relying on the network of relationships weaved over the years.

It's a pity that no one would have thought that Hill could be a director of such a mixed qualification, so Sitwell has never burned this incense!

"I know that you are nominally responsible for recruiting new employees for S.H.I.E.L.D., but you are actually responsible for recruiting people for Hydra. As long as the newly recruited agents announce that they will join Hydra, you will use your privileges to give them. Provide higher income and better promotion channels!"

Hill didn't care about Sitwell's performance, but said indifferently.

"Director, Chief! I! I was wronged, I am not a hydra, I am all committed to SHIELD!"

Hearing what Hill said, Sitwell fell directly from the chair and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands.

"Humph--"

Hill smiled disdainfully. Even this kind of person can become the backbone of Hydra, which really makes people wonder what to say.

"No! Chief, I swear, I am loyal to you. I have been your dog in my life. I will bite whoever you let me bite. You can say that I am an eight-headed snake, a Hydra or a ten-headed snake. I will be your person in the future, and death will be your ghost. Please tell me whatever you want to go up to the sword and down to the sea of ​​fire!"

Seeing the sneer on Hill's face, Sitwell's head was down for a few seconds, and then he immediately reacted, kneeling on the ground and swearing to the sky.

Although everyone knows that this guy swears is similar to farting, but it is obvious that this guy can still use it in a short time.

As for the fact that this guy lacks loyalty and is afraid of life and death, he will definitely sell his master directly when he encounters a life and death crisis?

These are all trivial matters. Most groups in the world travel back and forth for profit. This is human nature!

If you don't require all your subordinates to be loyal to death, then no one can use it.

"You go down first and take care of your people. I don't care if you were Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D., you will only have one voice inside S.H.I.E.L.D. from now on!" Hill saw that Sitwell was cursing again. Swearing again, he raised his head slightly and said with a slightly raised voice.

She didn't need to threaten each other at all, and she didn't need to talk nonsense. As a superior, being able to take the time to say a few words to this guy in her busy schedule was already considered a face to him.

Sitwell retired with fear and gratitude, even if the new director didn't say a word, even the so-called threats and intimidation, but now he has a deep sense of fear in his heart.

The unknown is horrible. The new director has found out all the Hydra personnel hidden inside S.H.I.E.L.D. in just two or three days. The intelligence gathering ability alone is enough to scare everyone.

You know that Hydra’s greatest strength is its concealment. Even Sitwell doesn’t know who is the hidden Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D., but now?

"Captain Rumlow, what do you think?"

After dismissing the contemptuous big bald head, Hill raised his head to look at the crossbones in front of him and asked.

"Director, I'm a rough person, just say what you want to say!" Rum Loang said at the beginning without paying attention.

Unlike people like Sitwell, Rumlow is a real warrior, and it is impossible to make him bow his head in a word.

"I know you have always been interested in Super Soldier Serum, and you are also dissatisfied with Steve Rogers' achievements!" Hill tapped his fingers on the table and said thoughtfully.

"I—I just don’t agree!"

Hearing that the most hidden secret in his heart was directly spoken by the other party, Rumlow's face immediately turned pale, although he still stood straight, but only he knew it, in fact, his whole body was already shaking!

After so long of brewing, plus being in a special department like SHIELD, everyone is immune to those with special abilities.

But even if everyone has the ability to breathe fire and spit water, they can all be calm, but there is a kind of ability that everyone is afraid of.

That is the power of the soul!

No one wants to expose the secrets of his own heart to others, not to mention that since the other party can peek into his own secrets, then God knows if he can tamper with his own thoughts at will?

"Very well, it's right to be dissatisfied. That guy is just an old man more than 70 years ago. We S.H.I. Right!"

Hill pulled a piece of paper from the desk ~lightnovelpub.net~ and slid it out lightly.

"Super soldier transformation plan?"

Rumlow held the document in his hand, and suddenly felt the blood surge, and his whole body was unsteady.

Becoming a superhero is his biggest dream in his life, but the roads on the government side have been blocked!

General Ross spent hundreds of billions of dollars to create only an uncontrollable Hulk and a monster imprisoned at the bottom of Area 51.

And S.H.I.E.L.D., of course, has been studying the so-called genetic medicine, but it has been ineffective except for the Captain America.

The human body has its limits. As the ultimate combat power of the human body, Rumlo has long wanted to go further and become a real superhero!

After all, watching that **** flying around in the sky in a tin suit every day attracts the attention of the world, but he can only act as a background board on the ground with the big soldiers and cannon fodder. It is possible for those who do not seek to make progress. It makes no difference, but for Rumlow, it's more uncomfortable than killing him!

He would rather dominate the home court for one minute on the battlefield like a hero, and then be gloriously broken into pieces. He didn't want to be like duckweed, no one cared about life or death.

But there is no way, no matter how hard he is working hard, no matter how hard he is to train himself, the limit of the human body lies here, he has no way to open the gene lock like the protagonist, so no matter what kind of unexpected situation he encounters, he It can only serve as a background board behind!

No matter how elite a soldier is, it is just a soldier, just like playing a competitive game, no one cares about the performance of a soldier.

Everyone will only stare at the hero, even if the hero may be very disheveled and rubbish, or even not as good as the soldier, but no one will stare at the soldier!