Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Merlin and Vivian initially set the time for the mutation test. The material for the mutant reagent on Vivienne's side has been exhausted in several experiments. Merlin needs to go to Europe to add new materials and handle some private affairs.

But before leaving New York, he went to meet Fury.

Well, at midnight again.

Fury had been tempered by Merlin, and he met Merlin in his office.

The two mainly talked about Dr. Douglas, who was brought back to New York by Elsa. The doctor of biology mastered a dangerous and exaggerated biotransformation technology, whether he fell into the hands of any ambitious forces. It caused a lot of trouble and panic, so he absolutely applies to the "Regulations on the Protection of Contacts of Supernatural Events."

Fury arranged for him to resume life in a secret place in Santa Maria, and his wife and daughter have also been rescued by Thalia in Europe from a base in Northern Ireland. Soon it will be sent back to North America.

At this point, the incident triggered by the Batman attack officially ended.

Merlin had already covered the net for the baroness who had recruited the death knell, and perhaps when he returned to New York next time, it was the real moment of closing the net.

Merlin was not in a hurry. Judging from the information collected from the banker's memory, there were only about a dozen Hydra leaders in North America, and he could kill them one by one.

In fact, he enjoyed such hunting.

On the second day of Merlin's departure from North America, in a distant Texas, on a rural farm, a special meeting was also proceeding in an orderly manner.

A galloping off-road vehicle, with a neat swing, stopped at the gate of this inconspicuous farm. Accompanied by the sound of the car door opening, Agent 7 of the S.H.I.E.L.D. John Gattler jumped out of the car,

Compared with a few years ago, this old cowboy looks much better.

Like the reverse growth in time, he is already in his forties, but from the appearance, he is now about the same as those in his 30s.

On the one hand, the therapists at the St. Mungo’s Magical Injury Hospital do indeed understand how to recuperate the patient’s body.

On the other hand, after the vitality instruments implanted in the body were replaced little by little by the regenerated organs, the old cowboy, who once walked on the verge of death, also revived.

It is a pity that this is already the ultimate that those therapists can do.

He was seriously injured in the 1980s. He was interrupted by bullets and damaged his kidneys. He relied on a vital instrument for ten years. The serious injury completely changed him, even with the help of magic. It may be completely restored.

Now there is a small part of his body in his body, which is replaced by a vitalizer.

But Butler has been very satisfied.

He opened his eyes every day now and felt that he was living in a new life. He cherished every day of his life, just like the last day of life.

If possible, Gattler hopes that he will resign from SHIELD and return to his hometown to become an ordinary ordinary person, and then spend the remaining decades of his life.

He has already given his life for SHIELD once, and in the next life, he hopes to live for himself.

But it is a pity that not everything can go smoothly in the adult world.

In particular, in the years when Gartler was injured, in order to beg for life, he had to make some decisions that affected his life. When he made a choice, he had to bear the price. He had embarked on a path to the unknown. He has to go to the end.

"It's here."

Behind Gattler, several heavily-armed agents held firearms, and beside him, a guy in a delicate suit and touching hair, who looked slightly treacherous, distinguished the surrounding environment. Hatler said:

"This is the gathering place of the warriors who rebelled from the Assassin Alliance in Texas, and it is also our mission goal this time."

"OK, don't do it first, I'll talk to them."

Gattler didn't seem to like the cunning guy around him. He waved his hand, beckoning the agents behind him to stay in place. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, so he swaggered across the fence of the farm and walked towards the inside of the farm. .

"boom"

A bullet was shot from the farm house and was hitting the foot of Butler walking forward. This is a warning, no doubt.

In front of the old agent, the door of the house was pushed open. A young man of South American ethnicity, dressed in farm worker clothes and holding a shotgun, stood arrogantly at his door and shouted to Butler:

"This is private territory, get out!"

"Hey, calm down, man."

Gattler raised his hands and said gently to the farmer holding a shotgun:

"This farm is well packed, is this your site?"

"It has nothing to do with you, get away!"

The farmer in Texas, who was quite sturdy and popular, shouted unchanged:

"I'm not in a mood to chat with you."

"Trust me, man, if it's not necessary, I won't be here."

Gattler said:

"I'm here to deliver the letter."

"Whose letter?"

The farmer's muzzle was facing Garrett's head. Perhaps the next moment, the flying bullet would hit the old agent's head. But facing the dark muzzle, Butler was not afraid. He looked down at his pocket and said to the farmer:

"For your leader, Wilson Slade, he has a terrible nickname, "Death Bell."

The farmer's face slightly changed, and he raised his muzzle, scolding sharply:

"I don't know any death knell, hell, leave here!"

"Are you sure?"

Butler said slowly:

"But he told me that he knew you, and he still took you and several others out of the night and escaped from South Darbat, and then came to North America from the Bay of Bengal in a stowaway boat. You escaped from Master Ninja along the way. Of the 23 people who escaped with you, when they arrived in North America, there were only 7 left."

"Well, let me think about it again, except for you and Ms. Emily, the remaining few people are all active in Santalia, where they established a stronghold, what is it called? ? Right? Am I right?"

The farmer stared at Butler. After a while, he put down his gun, and he said to Butler:

"It seems that you do know the leader. Where is he? Why not come by yourself?"

"Slide is injured, man."

Butler said frankly and without reservation:

"A few days ago, with our support, he launched an attack on South Darbart. He is an excellent commander, and if there are no unexpected factors, he is estimated to have fulfilled his long-cherished wish. But It doesn’t matter, anyway, your fearful master Ninja is dead, and now it’s the daughter of Master Ninja, a woman with no brains."

"Slide is now recuperating at our site. He can't come here to share the joy of victory with you, but he brought a letter, maybe you should take a look."

The old cowboy took a rolled letter from his pocket and threw it to the farmer.

He says:

"I have peeked, I'm sorry, I'm such a curious person. But unfortunately, I don't understand, that cunning guy, is written in cipher language, right?"

"Of course you don't understand."

The farmer replied in a cold voice while reading the letter:

"Only our own people can understand..."

More than ten seconds later, the farmer raised his head, turned his side, and made a "please" gesture to Gattler. He said:

"Well, it seems that you are right. You are indeed our new friends. Come in and sit down, we have to talk."

Gattler gestured to the agents behind them, they put down their guns and returned to the off-road vehicle. The old cowboy walked into the farmer's residence alone. He looked around and then said to the farmer:

"Isn't Ms. Emily here? I heard that she was the best female ninja under Slade, and still the most beautiful."

"You should be glad that I am on duty here today."

The farmer brought two cups of tea, he said to Gattler:

"If Emily was here, she would pull the trigger and hit your head without hesitation. She is not a patient person."

"Okay, then it's time to talk about the business."

Gattler turned out that the tea was hot. He didn't drink it, but kept the tea at hand. He said to the farmer in front of him:

"Mr. Baptiste, I don’t think I need to do any more self-introduction. Mr. Slade has already introduced us very clearly. I’m here to solicit your opinion, you and the warriors under your command, Would you like to join us? Well... say one thing in advance, even if you refuse, you actually have no option to quit."

"Are you so confident?"

Baptiste sat opposite Garrett. He said quietly:

"If only you and your agents are here, I don’t think it will take long to bury you on this farm. You will not be naive enough to think that I am waiting for you here alone, right? ?"

"of course not."

Butler said with a smile:

"I know you are hiding a lot of people here, all are very dangerous warriors, but I don't really care much."

He raised his left hand, and under his thumb, there was a black device with the thickness of a cigar, and his fingers were pressed against that device. He said to the death knight followers:

"As soon as I release my hand, Mr. Batiste, the nearest military base here will immediately launch a tactical ballistic missile. It takes nearly a minute of flight time to reach this location, and then a few kilometers around Everything in it is destroyed."

"I know that you, the defecting warriors, are very powerful, but I think that one minute may give you time to prepare a suicide note, but it will not change your ending."

The old cowboy blinked at Batiste, he said:

"Look, I didn't come empty-handed."

"But you will die."

The defecting warrior Baptiste stared at Garrett's hand and he whispered:

"You don't seem to be a lunatic, so I don't think you should be so reckless."

"Ha, then you guessed wrong."

Gattler took the tea cup carelessly and drank the tea from the cup. He tasted the taste of the tea and then said to Batiste:

"As long as you are in the explosion range, I am not here, it is not that important. You may not know, my life is earned, I can live to the present, I have already lived enough, but the problem is that you Enough to live?"

"Of course, you can bet if I have the guts to press this button, but IMHO, if you guess wrong, then the cost will be very serious."

Speaking of which, a strange smile appeared on Gattler's face. He said:

"What did you add to the tea? Sleeping agent? Or some kind of toxin? This thing is delicious."

"you..."

Baptiste didn't know how to deal with the hob-like agent in front of him for a while, and Gattler was also impatient. He said:

"Okay! The chat time is over, tell me now, Baptiste, would you like to follow in the footsteps of your leader Death Slave, join us! You only need to answer, yes or no!"

Facing Butler's gaze, after a dozen seconds of silence, Batiste let go of his fist, he said:

"I have to see the leader before I can answer you."

"No problem, Mr. Death Bell is waiting for the arrival of his most loyal subordinate."

A real smile appeared on Gattler's face. He stood up, extended his hand, and said to Batiste:

"For our common cause...HailHydra! (Long live the Hydra)"

Yes, it is a pity that Agent Merlin's good friend, Nick Fury's good comrade-in-arms, the high level of SHIELD, the head of the European branch, Agent John Gatler...

It was a Hydra, although it was not his intention.

In the year he was injured, while he was waiting for death alone, the Hydra contact at SHIELD found him, and the guy told him that they could help Butler to heal the injury. Those sophisticated life-support instruments are the gifts from Hydra to Gattler.

Without those equipments, Butler would not be as good as it is now.

And now, although he has found the possibility of survival in magic, he is already in the game, and Gattler has fallen too deep, and he can no longer withdraw.

If he wanted to betray Hydra, no matter the hidden minions of Hydra, or Nick Fury who once trusted him so much, he would not let him go easily.

In fact, there are really few options left for Butler.

Moments later, Gattler left the farm. His subordinate Baptiste, who had watched the death knell, and the sly guy with the oiled hair left by car. He shook his head.

Batiste is destined to never see the death knell.

In fact, according to the information received by Butler, Slaughter Bell seems to have been regarded as a disposable test article by Hydra researchers.

This is actually quite normal. If the conspirators in the Hydra initially came to the elite followers who had made a name in the mercenary world under the command of the death knell, then they would definitely not be able to leave this guy. Hinder.

Or maybe, they will use some kind of brainwashing to turn the unruly death knell into their own?

"Ha ha."

Gattler sneered, these things have nothing to do with him.

He sat back in his off-road vehicle and said to the driving agent:

"Next stop, go to Santalia, Dead Canyon."

"We will meet the dead end."

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