After agreeing with Jasper on a secret method for future contact, Jasper silently left the base, heading back to Hydra headquarters to begin his life as a spy.
Before leaving, Jasper had specially cautioned Russell.
Although the researchers and soldiers inside the base didn’t pose much of a threat, they couldn’t afford to be careless.
There was no telling if someone among them was willing to gamble their life for a promotion, so it was better to be safe than sorry.
Finally, Jasper gave Russell a stern reminder to destroy all data inside the base before leaving—especially the security surveillance logs spanning the entire facility.
Russell understood Jasper’s anxiety.
After all, the man was returning to Hydra headquarters to act as a double agent, so no amount of caution was excessive.
Once Jasper had quietly slipped away from the base, Dr.
Wilson finished purging the research data and came into the reception room.
“All the research data has been taken care of.
As soon as the new base is set up, we can relaunch the Abomination Project immediately!”
To Dr.
Wilson, the Abomination Project had become his defining life’s work, and no matter what lay ahead, he would never give it up easily.
“Did you ever upload the data on the Generation 3 Abomination Soldiers to Hydra headquarters?”
After fighting the mutated Jack, Russell knew Dr.
Wilson was only one step away from creating a true Abomination.
While Dr.
Wilson was one of Hydra’s top biologists, he wasn’t the only one.
Otherwise, Hydra wouldn’t have handed the new Extremis Soldier program over to someone else.
“You don’t need to worry about that.
Aside from the backup I keep personally, no one else knows the Generation 3 data.”
Dr.
Wilson naturally understood Russell’s concerns.
In fact, he shared the exact same fear.
If Hydra headquarters got their hands on the Generation 3 data, even without Dr.
Wilson’s help, they might eventually cobble together a real Abomination.
The Generation 3 Abomination Soldiers were already remarkably close to the original Abomination.
So if Hydra acquired that data, Russell wouldn’t just be facing one mutated Jack—he’d be up against an entire army of Abominations.
“By the way, people have been trickling in to report to me ever since earlier!” Before leaving, Dr.
Wilson turned back to mention to Russell.
Russell wasn’t surprised by this outcome.
Hydra members were human too, and humans had personal desires and needs.
It was only natural for some to defect from Hydra for better compensation or personal reasons.
Not every Hydra operative cared about world domination.
For most of them, working for Hydra was just a job.
If they weren’t happy or wanted better benefits, jumping ship was a perfectly standard choice.
It was just that the price of changing jobs here might be a little steep.
After Dr.
Wilson left the reception room, Russell closed his eyes and leaned back against the sofa.
Before he knew it, he drifted into a deep sleep.
Ever since he transmigrated, Russell had barely gotten a good night’s rest.
The overwhelming pressure he couldn’t share with anyone often jolted him awake in the middle of the night, leaving him unable to fall back asleep.
*I’m just an ordinary guy.
How did I end up transmigrating for no reason?*
Although this was still Earth and populated by humans, it was not the world he knew.
In his original world, he never had to worry about being murdered, let alone dealing with a villainous organization whose tentacles spanned the globe.
When Russell opened his eyes again, he noticed a thin blanket had been draped over him at some point.
On the couch across from him lay a young beauty whose figure and features were flawless.
A glance at the clock on the wall revealed he had slept for over nine hours with his guard completely down.
This realization startled him.
Fortunately, they were inside the base, and fortunately, there was no immediate danger.
Otherwise, in that deep slumber, virtually anyone could have posed a fatal threat to him.
Sensing Russell waking up, Hathaway sat up groggily on the couch, opening a pair of clear, light-blue eyes.
“Morning.”
Though it wasn’t even 6:00 AM and sunrise was still a ways off, it barely qualified as morning.
Yet Russell never expected that a simple, casual greeting would elicit a frantic scream from Hathaway.
“Ahhh!!!
What are you doing here?!”
The high-decibel shriek assaulted Russell’s eardrums like a sonic weapon.
Before he could answer, the panicked Hathaway grabbed the coffee table in front of her and hurled it straight at Russell.
Faced with this sudden attack, Russell reacted purely on instinct.
With a light leap, he easily cleared the table’s path.
Though Russell dodged effortlessly, the table kept flying until it crashed into the wall of the reception room, shattering into splinters with a loud bang.
“Hathaway, what are you doing?!
Calm down!”
Having a table thrown at you right after waking up—even if it missed—was enough to ruin anyone’s morning mood.
“I-I’m sorry, I thought…”
Only then did Hathaway fully come to her senses.
Her cheeks instantly flushed bright red, and she lowered her head, stammering softly.
“I really can’t share a room with you in the future.
It’s too dangerous!”
Russell spoke with lingering fear, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he noticed Hathaway’s face turned even redder.
Seeing her reaction, Russell immediately realized the double entendre in his phrasing.
“Uh…
it’s not what you think.
I meant…”
Russell wanted to clarify, but he found it hard to explain without making it infinitely more awkward.
*Aren’t American girls supposed to be super open-minded?
How is there a gorgeous girl who blushes this easily?*
Truth be told, Hathaway was the most stunning woman Russell had ever met in terms of looks, figure, and poise—even slightly outshining a few celebrities he had seen before.
So he couldn’t figure out why she was acting so shy.
*The prettier the girl, the more confident she is*—that was a conclusion he had drawn in the past.
But now, Hathaway seemed to be shattering that rule.