Meiman Killer Daily

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In Vilnius, Lithuania, Hydra agents were on standby. A scientist was quickly taken out of the apartment. The death killer looked at the photo and compared it with himself seriously, and then waved his hand to signal his subordinates to start taking action.

"That's him! Move faster!"

The scientist did not resist, but his face was not very good. He glared gloomily at the death killer and cursed.

"This will not end well for you!"

"Hmph! You'd better worry about yourself first, Dr. Berthold Sternberg!"

As soon as the Death Killer finished speaking, a bullet flew past his forehead. The Hydra soldier behind him fell to the ground. The Death Killer quickly found a bunker to dodge, while the two Hydra soldiers on the side did not seem to notice the bullet.

With 0 bullets and fear of death, Dr. Berthold Sternberg was escorted and continued walking towards the car.

"Enemy attack!"

The belated voice warned, the death killer was looking for the location of the sneak attacker. He didn't realize who he was fighting yet. He quickly retreated into the shadow of the corner while fully armed, and estimated the shooting direction of the sniper rifle just now.

Determine the enemy's position in a fan shape.

"Are you looking for me?"

Two minutes of dead silence, no more dead people on the street, but just when the death killer thought he had judged the enemy's position and distance and wanted to continue to issue orders, a voice came from the house behind him through the glass, and he instinctively leaned forward to avoid it.

The 0 bullet broke the glass and flew past the back of the killer's head.

"asshole!"

As a killer, the death killer felt insulted because the other party had two chances to kill him easily, but the other party used a trick to humiliate him. In anger, he popped out the rapier from his wrist, threw out a grenade, and killed himself.

The enemy was forced out of the house, and his body was like a spirited wind spirit, slashing towards John.

"hehe……"

Familiar battle scene, this battle mode has not been seen for a long, long time. Jump back, raise the pistol with both hands and cross it in front of the body, pull the trigger, but the speed is obviously a beat slower, but even if the gun is retracted, the aiming speed is slower than death.

The killer's speed and prediction are still stronger than the opponent's.

The bullet accurately hit the death killer's feet, and the opponent's continuous dance stopped abruptly. Just one bullet broke all the rhythm of the death killer. The expected scene of jumping back to avoid his own attack did not appear.

John did the opposite and bumped sideways towards the Death Killer, hitting him right in the middle. The sharp sword blade stabbed John's chest. The pistol jammed the blade, and his shoulder viciously hit the Death Killer's chest.

The sound of broken bones sounded. The Death Killer fell down, supported his body with one hand, and continued to roll quickly. The bullet sank into the ground almost close to his body. He gasped for breath and tried to get up, but his knees hit his face and his whip leg swept across his chin.

The bullet penetrated the chest, and a series of continuous actions made the death killer desperate.

Only now did he realize that the other party's play on him was purely a suppression of strength. From the beginning, the other party did not regard him as an enemy, but as a prey that could be played with.

"Let's die together!"

The thumb pressed the fixed switch hidden in the palm of his hand, and the body's self-explosion bomb was activated. However, when the death killer thought that the other party would be frightened, the expression did not appear. Instead, a picture of despair appeared, and the corners of the other party's mouth suddenly raised as if it were sarcastic.

own behavior.

The body leaned forward and started running. The intensity of acceleration had exceeded the limit of human beings. The kicking action like a cannonball hit his body again. At the moment of life and death when he flew out, the death killer finally understood that the enemy was the same as himself.

The level of a superhuman warrior, but compared to his semi-finished product, the opponent is obviously more advanced.

boom……

"The movement is too big. We may have been discovered by the Soviets and must evacuate quickly!"

The death killer who would be all-powerful in the future died like this in a corridor of a residential area in 1942. Nick Fury eliminated the Hydra warriors and entered the corridor, only to find that the elite Hydra agents had been eliminated by John.

He didn't think much about observing the suspicious John carefully and patted his shoulder as a reminder.

John nodded, turned around and followed Nick Fury's footsteps. The two quickly took the doctor who was captured by Hydra and the dragoons and left from the pre-arranged evacuation route. They were nervous and angry all the way.

Everyone is on high alert. After all, although it seems that the Soviet Union has not broken up with the world yet, the Soviets' attitude towards S.H.I.E.L.D. is to be decisive and not give S.H.I.E.L.D. any explanation or space for cooperation.

On the contrary, when Hydra agents are captured, the Soviets will give them a wide berth, and then use them to force them to become part of the Soviet Union. The pattern of assimilation is almost the same as that of Hydra, and the brainwashing control squeezes Hydra.

The value of the agents allowed them to change their identities and serve the Soviet Union.

"careful!"

Suddenly at the intersection about to leave the city, Fury was sitting in the passenger seat and exclaimed. A howitzer shell flew down from the sky, the tire on the left burst, and the entire transport vehicle flew up. John was sitting next to the doctor.

, held down the doctor, and then carried the doctor out of the mid-air rear entrance under everyone's astonished eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay...it's okay..."

After falling to the ground, John used himself as a human shield. After all, the scientist was also a man in his fifties and sixties. He suffered some shocks and clutched his chest, his heart beating too hard. He waved his hand in reply, and was pulled to the bunker aside by John.

A group of Soviet soldiers appeared. It was obvious that the trap was betrayed. A grenade was thrown out and John rushed towards the transport truck. To be honest, he would not believe that Nick Fury would die like this. His fate would never be boring.

Make this kind of joke yourself.

"Fury!"

"I...it's okay!"

The explosion spread among the Soviet crowd, and John bought some time to rush to the overturned transport truck. He called out his name and heard the response. He didn't know whether to say that the car was strong or that Fury had a big life. The fuel tank did not burst. Fury

It was just stuck in the passenger seat. John stretched out his hand and pulled it out. Then he tore the green cloth of the transport vehicle, and several living Dragoon agents were also quickly pulled out of the possible explosion range by John.

"Prepare a counterattack!"

The enemy was approaching quickly, and they were also well-trained elites. Several dragoons were in a daze, and they picked up their weapons and began to suppress fire. However, Nick Fury seemed to be in bad shape, and his left eye was stabbed by a piece of metal.

Wearing it, the blood flowed continuously and the skin almost turned white.

"There's no hemostatic medicine. Give me some hemostatic medicine quickly!"

Seeing that Fury was about to go into shock and die, and there was no way to treat him around John, John was so angry that he planned to kill everyone, at least not to let Fury die at this time. The saved Berthold

Dr. Sternberg suddenly came closer and placed a bottle of serum in front of John.

"This is the infinite formula I developed, it should be able to save him!"