She grabbed a glass from the bar and covered Mr. Dung Beetle with it. Suzanne told Jessica, "See if there's any secret room or safe in this villa."
Soon, the cute loli's excited voice sounded. She said, "Suzie, there's a small box behind the mural. I've already opened the electronic lock on it for you."
"Good job." Suzanne praised. She walked a few steps to the mural that was half the height of a person. She didn't even look at the exquisite and beautiful artwork. She lifted the lid, and a very high-end metal safe immediately appeared in front of her.
Because the electronic lock that required eyeball verification was cracked by Jessica, the safe's door had automatically popped open, revealing a gap. Suzanne opened the door without hesitation. Her eyes swept across the piles of priceless jewelry collection inside and stopped on a document bag.
She opened the document bag and flipped through it from beginning to end. Suzanne nodded slightly, and a trace of satisfaction finally flashed in her dark eyes. The things inside were some of the Hydra's action reports in recent years. There were also comments from Pirs on it, which was enough to explain the problem.
At the very least, it was enough evidence to convince some people.
In fact, when Dr. Zola was caught, Suzanne didn't need to go through so much trouble to surprise Pirs, the small boss. She also didn't need to spend so much effort to find this kind of evidence. If she wanted to win people's trust, she just needed to put this intelligent life in front of them. It couldn't be more simple.
The reason why she didn't want to do that was because she was still thinking about her own little plan.
After learning from Zola that the Winter Soldier was Team USA's best friend, Sergeant James Barnes, Suzanne was in a bad mood.
Even though she didn't know much about the superheroes in the United States, she had heard about the famous Captain America and his best friend. No matter how indifferent she was, she had heard about them.
Speaking of which, the Winter Soldier, as the direct murderer of her parents, originally bore her most extreme and intense hatred. But now that this trump card was revealed, she found out that he was just a brainwashed and controlled accomplice. Suzanne still couldn't completely let it go, but it was inevitable that she poured more hatred on the culprit, Hydra.
However, this didn't mean that Suzanne would turn the page lightly. No matter what, he was the one with blood on his hands. It was an indisputable fact that her parents were killed by him. This guy couldn't be said to be innocent in any way.
Not following the original plan to burn his bones to ashes didn't mean that she didn't have other ideas. Anyway, it was inevitable that she would vent her anger.
The premise was that his best friend, the captain of Team USA, didn't stop him.
Suzanne was very sure that with the friendship between these two people, once the captain of Team USA knew about his good friend's sad situation, he would definitely intervene in this matter. And most likely, he would protect his best friend who had been brainwashed. Even if he didn't stop Suzanne from looking for trouble, he would get in the way and not let her go too far.
It wasn't that Suzanna couldn't understand this.
Sergeant Barnes, to the captain of Team USA who had just thawed out of the ice, was not only a close friend who grew up with him, but also a ship drifting alone on the boundless sea. He was ready to be capsized in loneliness and despair, but one day he found another ship in front of him, and he finally found his own kind.
He was the one who could bring comfort, warmth, and a sense of security to a lonely soul who was out of place in this era when he returned to the world seventy years later.
Therefore, he meant a lot to the captain of Team USA.
But understanding was one thing, and revenge was another. Everyone had different standpoints, so there would always be different actions and different conclusions. Suzanne could think from the standpoint of the captain of Team USA, but this didn't shake her decision.
In order to avoid the captain of Team USA, Suzanne certainly couldn't just hand Dr. Zola over.
After all, Dr. Zola was the person in charge of the Winter Soldier project. If he couldn't resist the interrogation and tell the truth, would she still want to act in private? What kind of unrealistic dream was that?
After coming to this conclusion, it wasn't difficult to understand why Suzanne made such a seemingly unnecessary move tonight. Now that she had obtained such favorable evidence, it was not in vain that she had driven a few hours in a hurry to rush over and put in so much effort.
However, getting this information only achieved one of her goals. She also wanted to know the specific whereabouts of the Winter Soldier.
At this moment, Suzanne already knew that inhumane things like Hydra were released as weapons when they were useful, and frozen back when they were useless. It was no wonder that Charles said he was like a ghost and suspected that he didn't live on Earth at all.
Knowing this was useless. Suzanne still didn't know where he was frozen at this moment.
Dr. Zola was indeed the person in charge of the Winter Soldier project, but that was many years ago. He had been holed up in a basement for many years and didn't even have an Internet connection. He was completely unaware of the Hydra's movements in recent years, just like a retired veteran.
It was better to count on Jessica than count on him. It was just that the speed of finding him was a little slower, and it would take some time. But Suzanne didn't want to wait for this little bit of time.
The hatred of her parents' death had become an extremely sharp thorn in her heart. As long as it wasn't removed, she would be bleeding and unable to eat or sleep in peace.
Before, she didn't know who her enemy was, so she could still endure it. At this moment, she really didn't want to breathe the same air as her enemy for a moment longer. She couldn't wait to send these bastards and scum to hell as soon as possible.
In this case, there was clearly a shortcut in front of her. What reason did she have to waste time waiting?
She came to the bright black marble bar counter and put the document bag aside. She poured a glass of champagne and held it in her hand.
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