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The Quinjet landed on the tarmac with its tail flames spitting out. The hatch opened and John Garrett stooped out and walked toward the huge white building in front of him.

Before that, even he didn't know that there was such a Hydra stronghold in his jurisdiction. Most of the bases that old Minister Pierce was responsible for at the time have now been transferred to his hands. There should be no secret bases that he doesn't know about.

The only explanation is that this base was built after their new leader took office. Their mysterious leader personally ordered the construction, so even he, a senior cadre, did not know about it.

He came here this time also because he received a notice from the mysterious leader himself. The communication was very brief, saying only that there was something important to explain to him, and because it was so important, it had to be explained face to face by the leader himself.

Agent Garrett was surprised by this. Such things seemed to be rare in his memory. No, it seemed that it had never happened once. Their hydra god always sees the beginning but not the end of the dragon, and orders are usually given through others. It seems to be the first time that such an order is required in person.

Could it be that the leader finally felt that the time was right and decided to play a big game and unseat the other leaders to become the king?

Agent Garrett gathered his emotions and quickly arrived at the room designated by the boss.

It was a laboratory, and the entire room had been cleaned up, and all irrelevant people had been cleared out first.

Richard, possessed by a certain second-hand man, is already waiting here. He glanced at Agent Garrett: "Agent Garrett."

Garrett looked around and seemed to think there was something slightly strange about the room, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"This room has been specially treated." Richard explained. "It is completely isolated from the outside world. No radio waves, signals or even materials of any kind can be transmitted to the outside. There is no risk of being monitored. That's why I ask you to come. Talk here."

What he said was partly true. This room did block any signal, but it was not through any "special processing". This is part of the Meita realm that he has opened up with his own abilities, and it is seamlessly connected to the real space by him. When Agent Garrett walked through this door and came in, he entered the subspace. This place was separated from the external space, so naturally there was no way for signals to come in or out.

Agent Garrett nodded in understanding, but still hesitated slightly: "So what happened?"

Richard took a step aside, revealing the experimental bed behind him.

Lying on the bed was the Skrull who had been captured by him and transformed into Captain America. He is now back to his old self, but still wearing Cap's uniform and lying unconscious on the bed.

Garrett was shocked: "This is???"

"An alien with the ability to mimic, he tried to impersonate Captain America, but was exposed." Richard said, "But the problem now is, we don't know how many such guys there are. Infiltration within the SHIELD Yes, the Avengers have been infiltrated, every government, every organization, even us, Hydra, could be the same."

Agent Garrett looked shocked.

"Why, do you find it unbelievable?"

"No, no. Well, there is a point." Garrett admitted, "Honestly, sir, if I hadn't heard you say it yourself, I would have thought it was nonsense."

"I know how incredible it sounds." Richard nodded, "But fortunately we already have a plan. These aliens think that their mimicry abilities are impeccable, but in the end our human intelligence is superior. .Thanks to the help of some outside allies, we now have a way to see through their disguise.

We've discovered a drug that can effectively identify alien genetic sequences, parts of them that even their mimicry can't hide. "

"Okay, that doesn't sound too bad." Garrett responded, trying to guess what the officer wanted him for.

"Indeed, at least we already have a plan. The problem now is that this drug can only be tested on specific subjects, and the enemy's penetration range may be every corner of the world. It is impossible for us to test everyone on the earth.

As we speak, Hydra scientists are trying to find ways to make the drug available on a large scale. And this is the part I need you to arrange. "

Garrett's attention snapped to attention.

"Sir please give instructions."

"Remember, no one within Hydra can be trusted now, so I will only tell you the next information, and only you will know it. Even the participants in the mission must not know the details." Li Li Chad crossed his fingers and said, "If you understand, remember the following. Tomorrow at ten o'clock, I need you to arrange for personnel to be responsible for transporting drug samples to the base numbered CL-39. Your task is to deliver the drugs safely. Headquarters laboratory.

This is very important, so I just leave it to you, remember? "

Garrett looked solemn and nodded repeatedly: "Remember."

"Very good." Richard sat down and leaned back on the armchair, "Then you go down. Remember, you can't tell anyone, not even Ward."

"Yes, sir, you can safely leave it to me."

He said and exited the room. At this time, he had made up his mind. After returning, he would immediately stop everything he was doing and mobilize all resources to take charge of this matter. After all, this matter is of great importance and is a major event involving the future of mankind. Even from Hydra's standpoint, it cannot tolerate the earth being occupied by a bunch of green aliens.

After Garrett left, Richard released the subspace, crossed his fingers and lay in the armchair, meditating.

Counting Garrett, this is already the ninth cadre he has called to speak alone.

He said the same thing to everyone. Basically, there were alien infiltrations and I could only trust you to leave the matter to you. They were basically the same.

But only in the end when they were tasked with transporting the drugs, the base numbers and routes they gave were all different.

Nine people, nine different bases, nine different routes. Everyone has received different instructions. At the same time tomorrow, nine people will arrange a team to transport the "precious medicine" to the headquarters.

Richard hummed a tune leisurely.

Now that his game was laid out, it was the Skrull's next move.