Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

After understanding this, Zola felt extremely depressed, but the power was superior and he did not dare to have any opinions. He just lowered his head silently and did not dare to get involved in the dispute between the two big bosses that he could not afford to offend.

Zola's obedient resignation left Schmidt with no chance to vent. He looked at Lincoln again, and facing that smile with a touch of sarcasm, Schmidt felt powerless from the inside out.

"I'll give you three seconds."

Lincoln put the wine glass in his hand on the table, revealing the rattling watch: "If you haven't made a choice by then, then let me help you make a choice."

"1..."

Schmidt looked at Lincoln angrily, his eyes full of unyielding.

"2..."

Schmidt was still angry enough, but the unyielding look in his eyes had been replaced by deep thought.

"3."

Snap!

As if connected instinctively, after the third character fell from Lincoln's mouth, Schmidt let go of the handle in his hand, letting the cosmic cube with its azure luster return to its rightful place.

He raised his hands in the air, took a step back to show his harmlessness, and looked at Lincoln: "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Lincoln pulled forward the logo on his clothes: "Don't you see? I am now an American soldier. Unfortunately, I was captured by your troops."

"Stop talking." Schmidt looked at Lincoln coldly: "If those American soldiers were like... no, even if there was only one like you, Hitler and the Communist Party would have already failed.

"

"Besides, your appearance is very different from those of Americans."

"You can count me as a soldier for now, at least for now I'm still getting a military pay." Lincoln shrugged indifferently and turned to look at Zola behind him: "Okay, the place you want has been found for you.

Okay, now it's your turn to perform."

"Did you really betray me!?"

Facing Schmidt's cannibalistic look, Zola had a very embarrassed expression on his face. He took a step forward, but took half a step back under the intimidation of Schmidt's look, and then opened his mouth to explain.

"He wanted me to conduct a brainwashing experiment, but your people blew up my laboratory."

"So you brought him to my office?" Schmidt looked at Zola in disbelief, as if it was the first day he met this short, evil-minded subordinate.

Zola pondered for a moment: "If I said that this was just an accident and coincidence, would you believe it?"

Schmidt did not speak, but looked at Zola coldly, and the meaning was clear. Realizing this, Zola sighed helplessly, and did not explain more, but spoke in a semi-command tone.

"I need a team of soldiers and the corresponding equipment to complete my experiment, so, Schmidt, let your people come in."

"How dare you order me?!" Schmidt growled, but after catching a glimpse of Lincoln fiddling with the console from the corner of his eye, he took a deep breath: "I will definitely cooperate with you!

"

Dog bites dog, one mouthful of hair.

Neither Zora nor Schmidt are good people, and Lincoln is happy to see them confront each other. On the contrary, if they get along harmoniously, Lincoln may have to take some additional measures.

Of course, it won't be something with no technical content such as killing, but other ways to shape hatred and opposition, such as letting them choose whether to cut off their own important parts or the other person's.

But it's not necessary now.

As for why he didn't kill Zora or the Red Skull, of course it was because it was unnecessary.

Zola can be used for brainwashing experiments to plant new ideas for those outside, and maybe they can come up with some weird things.

As for the Red Skull, this guy will be transported to other planets by the space gem anyway and disappear for decades.

Of course, these are not the most critical reasons. The most important thing is that these two people did not do anything stupid that disgusted Lincoln.

At least they neither humiliated Lincoln with words nor tried to kill Lincoln with any actions. Even before, the Red Skull only wanted to capture him alive, so he got a chance to live.

Moreover, they were too weak, so weak that they were not even qualified for Lincoln to look at them, and it didn't matter whether they were killed or not.

Neither Schmidt nor Zola knew what Lincoln's principles were, but considering that this 'American soldier' ​​allowed Hydra to indulge in Hydra and even brainwashed himself, they thought Lincoln might have no lower limit?

And the most difficult thing to figure out and control in this world are people who have no lower limit.

With the huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, Schmidt gave up the idea of ​​futile revenge, obediently accepted the fact that he had fallen from the position of supreme ruler of Hydra, and deeply realized that there was a new big daddy-like person above him.

fact.

On the other side, Zola quickly restarted the brainwashing experiment using the rudimentary equipment characteristic of this era.

The people who were sent to the medical table this time were not the prisoners imprisoned in the lower cages, but Hydra soldiers who had already undergone a round of brainwashing.

The origins of these soldiers are difficult to ascertain, but they have lost their identity and are not outstanding in any aspect. They are perfect consumables.

Adhering to the usual black technology features of the Marvel world, Zora used a brainwashing technique that Lincoln couldn't understand at all.

Colors, images, sounds, and a series of fragmented information cut and reshaped the world of Hydra soldiers, and implanted a new will according to Lincoln's wishes.

Everything was going very smoothly, but just when Zola was relieved, a sudden change occurred.

As if he had seen something terrifying in the spiritual world, the Hydra soldier's heartbeat began to accelerate rapidly, and his pupils began to dilate uncontrollably.

The medicine Zola hurriedly injected could not save the life of the experimental subject. After just a few minutes, the experimental subject's body stopped twitching.

"Has this happened before?"

Lincoln, who had the power of clairvoyance, stood aside and watched the entire process. He not only saw the terror in the eyes of the test subject, but also saw the deep changes in his body.

Zola cannot see these deep messages, but he has sufficient experience in brainwashing after many experiments, but now there is a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Zola explained: "Even if he fails, his end should be just a mental disorder that turns into a lunatic or not crazy, not like now."

"I feel like he was scared to death?"

"Really?" Lincoln's eyes narrowed slightly.

Just before, at a moment that was imperceptible to humans, he saw a ray of energy flashing through the brain of the test subject.

He originally thought it was a coincidence, but now it seems that it is not.

More experiments might be able to capture this energy, but Lincoln no longer intends to try.

He knew that there were a lot of things that gods were talking about in the Marvel world, so he decided to slow down and wait until he was invincible before going to have a good chat with the owner of this energy.

As for now...

"That's it." Lincoln looked at Zola: "The human spirit has its limits. Secondary brainwashing cannot be carried out, so the experiment is suspended."