The Barrow military base is very small and relies on the infrastructure of the town of Barrow itself, not far from the town.

Morbius left the hotel, surrounded by black mist, racing against the cold wind, and returned to the base in the blink of an eye.

He shook off the wind and snow on his body, said hello to the soldiers at the door, and walked into the base carelessly as usual.

The soldier observed his actions with a trace of envy in his eyes.

Morbius pretended to be bored, wandered around, and found the person in charge of the search mission, an agent from SHIELD, Phil Coulson.

"You came back so early today?"

On the table in front of Colson, there is a map of the North Pole spread out.

On the map, red circles are drawn one after another, which means areas that have been searched.

The more frequent the red circles are, the closer they are to success.

The mission was coming to an end, and Coulson and others were quite excited. The person they were looking for was Steve Rogers, Captain America, a World War II hero.

Even Morbius is not immune to this.

When he was hailed as a "superhero" by Global Daily, the media compared his new identity to Captain America, which made people both ashamed and yearning.

"You must cherish the rare rest time. In the days to come, we will speed up the search."

Colson smiled and said: "Not only do we hope to find the captain as soon as possible, but we also hope to leave this barren land as soon as possible."

When Morbius takes a break, he likes to have a few drinks at the tavern in town.

This is not only his habit, but also the habit of the base soldiers. Even the other SHIELD agents performing the mission have developed the same habit during this time.

On the one hand, Barrow is a small place with almost no entertainment activities.

On the other hand, alcohol is prohibited on military bases. Although Barrow is a small place, it is also a military territory, and alcoholic beverages are not usually included when planes transport supplies.

"Alcohol can only be used as a supplement to life, but it can never meet my real needs."

Morbius pretended to be uncomfortable and frowned, as if he could not suppress his inner desire, and asked: "When is the next flight?"

"Artificial blood no longer works on you?"

Coulson suddenly felt bad and looked at the tall, but pale-skinned man in front of him with piercing eyes.

He naturally knows that Morbius suffered a "curse" due to the injection of bat serum and needs to drink blood every day to maintain his sanity, otherwise he will lose his sanity and fall into madness.

"I have to drink a bag of artificial snow about every three hours now."

Morbius did not hide anything and told the truth: "If it is a bag of normal blood, it can last for about six hours. Sleep is an exception, which can weaken my desire for blood, but I cannot sleep forever."

"How long will there be enough plasma left in the base to last?" Coulson asked.

"How many more days can I last?"

Morbius made an estimate, frantically compressed it, and said a time: "However, it is best to replenish the blood quickly, otherwise, it will be difficult for me to maintain my ability in the past few days and unable to assist you in the search mission."

"I will urge the base to send in a batch of blood as soon as possible."

Colson nodded.

The time seems very short, but it is actually quite sufficient.

It is not difficult to get a batch of plasma. If it is not necessary, they can even set up a separate blood bank for Morbius.

"Considering special circumstances, I can give you two more days off."

Coulson thought about it and asked: "By the way, what do you think about what I said before?"

"What's up?"

Morbius raised his eyebrows, came back to his senses and asked, "Join you?"

Colson nodded: "Not bad."

Morbius shook his head and declined jokingly: "Forget it, the name of your department is too long and I don't like it. If the name can be changed, maybe I will consider it."

"This opinion is very constructive and I will report it to my superiors."

Coulson laughed.

While talking, Morbius was not idle. He let go of his senses and observed the entire Barrow military base, every corner, and the actions of the personnel in each department, focusing especially on the warehouses where supplies were stored.

Everything looks normal on the surface.

Under his observation, some people stood guard carefully, some fished, smoked, drank and played cards.

After meeting and reminding David, Morbius preemptively checked everyone's movements and finally captured some abnormal phenomena.

The warehouses where supplies are stored, the quantity of supplies stored, and the frequency of flights do not match up.

Too little!

Obviously, someone in the military base did move some supplies away.

The soldiers guarding the warehouse were indifferent to this and seemed to be used to it.

Isn’t the first breakthrough coming now?

His eyes flickered, he said goodbye to Colson and walked towards his dormitory.

Coulson noticed that there seemed to be some changes in Morbius, which meant that it was caused by the lack of blood bags. He had no suspicion and just called the military and asked the military to transport a batch of supplies to Barrow as soon as possible.

"Is there a plane delivering supplies today?"

Coulson raised his eyebrows when he heard the other party's reply: "There is no plasma... Then when is the next trip? Yes, we need to replenish plasma... It is best to arrange it as soon as possible, yes, through the special channel.

"

hang up the phone.

He touched his chin, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

It seems like only a week has passed since the last flight. Did the base consume supplies so quickly?

…

David watched Morbius leave and gave up the idea of ​​going shopping. He pondered for a moment and was about to contact Wesley to ask about the situation in New York when he received a call from Sitwell.

"David, I have good news for you. You have been cleared. Now everyone agrees that you were wrongly accused. The real Dr. Man is a member of Cobra, maybe Rex himself."

Sitwell on the other side of the phone was quite happy and said with a smile: "Just now, the special forces captured the combat team sent by Cobra in the Fisk Building. Next, you can use the power of the special forces to destroy the Cobra... This golden cicada's escape is real.

Beautiful, I really saw you right."

"You came to me not just to talk to me about cobras, right?"

David knew it well and took the initiative to speak: "How about it, has your superior agreed to my request to exchange nanobug technology with me from Osborne Company and Macallan Group?"

"That's what I want to say."

Sitwell nodded happily: "Hydra agrees to all your requests, but I hope you can consider one thing."

"Say." David's face was calm.

"join us."

Sitwell said solemnly: "As long as you are willing to join Hydra, you will gain countless wealth and direct power to Tianting... Since you know the existence of Hydra, then I don't need to say more, you will

Understand what Hydra means."

"let me consider it."

David pondered, neither refusing nor agreeing immediately.

He really wanted to consider it, not just declining it.

To be honest, Hydra is a good place to live. Although it cannot escape the ending of "evil prevails over good" in the end, relatively speaking, in the Marvel world, this is a quite powerful organization.

Even the Avengers couldn't completely destroy Hydra.

Hydra can be said to have taken the word "living on" to the extreme.

If one head is cut off, two more will grow back, and life will last forever.

"It doesn't matter, you have enough time to think about it."

Sitwell was not surprised.

David, a person who already has the ability to take charge of his own affairs, will not make promises easily.

After all, Hydra can't see any light at all.

Although David's background color is black, it is not dark enough.

Once you join Hydra, you are branded and there is no room for redemption.

This is a decision that can affect the future.

"No matter what decision you make, it will not affect our cooperation. We are very sincere. When you deal with Cobra and kill Rex Lewis, you will see the sincerity of Hydra."

Sitwell sounded sincere.

David thought for a while and said, "In that case, can I ask a question?"

Sitwell was cautious: "I'll answer it on a case-by-case basis."
To be continued...