Chapter five hundred and ninety fourth urgent task
The Quinjet landed on the tarmac, spitting out tail flames. The hatch opened, and John Garrett stooped out and walked towards the huge white building in front of him.
Before this, even he didn't know that there was such a Hydra stronghold in his jurisdiction. Most of the strongholds that Old Minister Pierce was responsible for have now been transferred to him. There should be no secrets that he doesn't know.
The base is right.
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 notification from the mysterious leader himself. The communication was very brief, only saying that there was something important to explain to him, and because it was very important, it had to be explained face to face by the leader himself.
Agent Garrett was very surprised by this. Such things seemed to be rare in his memory... No, it seemed that it never happened. Their god of Hydra was missing all day long.
Finally, orders are usually given through others, so it seems to be the first time that I am required to give an order in person like this.
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 tidied up, and all irrelevant people had been cleared out first.
Richard, possessed by a certain sidekick, was already waiting here. He glanced at Agent Garrett: "Agent Garrett."
Garrett looked around, seeming 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. Any form of radio waves, signals or even materials cannot be transmitted to the outside. There is no risk of being monitored. That's why I ask you to come.
Talk here."
Part of what he said was true. This room did block any signals, but it was not through any "special processing." This was part of the Meita realm he had opened up with his own abilities, and it was seamlessly connected to the real space by him.
When Agent Garrett walked through this door, 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...is something going on?"
Richard took a step aside, revealing the experimental bed behind him.
Lying on the bed was the Skrull who had been transformed into Captain America after being captured by him. He had now returned to his original form, but was still wearing the uniform of Captain America, 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 into the SHIELD
Yes, the Avengers have been infiltrated, every government, every organization, even our Hydra may be the same."
Agent Garrett looked shocked.
"Why, do you find it unbelievable?"
"No, no...well, a little bit." Garrett admitted, "Honestly, sir, if I hadn't heard you say it yourself, I would have thought it was nonsense."
"I know how incredible this 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 have now found a way to see through their disguise.
We have discovered a drug that can effectively identify alien genetic sequences, parts of them that even their mimicry cannot hide."
"Okay... well, that doesn't sound too bad." Garrett responded while trying to guess what the officer wanted him to do.
"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 planet.
As we speak, Hydra scientists are trying to find ways to make the drug available on a large scale. And that's the part I need you to arrange."
Garrett's attention immediately focused.
"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 of the mission must not know the details." Li Li
Chad intertwined his fingers and said, "If you understand, please remember the following. At ten o'clock tomorrow evening, 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 can just leave it to you, remember?"
Garrett looked solemn and nodded repeatedly: "I 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. When he returned, he would immediately stop everything he was doing and mobilize all resources to take charge of this matter. After all, this matter was of great importance and was a major issue involving the future of mankind.
Even from Hydra's standpoint, we 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.
What he said to everyone was the same. Basically, there were alien infiltrations, and I could only leave the matter to you. They were basically the same.
But only in the end when they were asked to be responsible for transporting the drugs, the base numbers and routes given were all different.
Nine people, nine different bases, nine different routes. Everyone has received different instructions. At the same time tomorrow, the nine people will arrange a team to transport the "precious medicine" to the headquarters.
Richard hummed a tune leisurely.
Now that his game is complete, it's the Skrull's next move.