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"Found the target!"

Alexander Pierce only saw a pale steel skull mask appear in front of him, and then he was pulled out of the carriage by a pair of big steel hands and fell heavily to the ground.

"Cough!" Pierce, stimulated by the gun smoke and collision, coughed a few times, and then tried to crawl. As soon as he lifted his head, he saw a corpse with half of its head smashed to pieces.

Pierce knew him, it was a squad leader of the special forces, a guy from Kentucky, there were several fried chicken shops in the family, but now this blond guy is destined to inherit those fried chicken shops, he and his team all In the same way, they were lying on the ground in pieces, and the exoskeleton armor on their bodies became their graves.

While Pierce was still in a trance, the skull mask that had just appeared in front of him pulled him up from the ground, and then placed a pupil recognition device roughly on his face.

"Identification, Alexander Pierce, Minister of the World Security Council, one of Hydra's senior commanders!" The instrument beeped, confirming his identity.

"You, who are you?" Pierce asked knowingly, but he still wanted to hear the answer that made him give up.

"Atlas Marines!" Skull Mask stuffed the instrument back into the storage box of his combat armor, then took out a pair of electronic shackles and fastened it to Pierce's hand.

"I knew it!" Pierce smiled bitterly, then looked at the soldier in front of him, "Are you going to take me to your master next time to ask for credit?"

"That's not something you can manage!" The indifferent male voice converted into an electronic voice said bluntly.

Then a second soldier came over, took out a needleless syringe, and shot Pierce in the arm.

"This is?" Pierce only felt a sudden surge of sleepiness, and then he couldn't open his eyelids again.

After seeing Pierce falling asleep, the bald brother who pretended to be dead took a breath, then got up from the ground and looked at the skull face.

"What should we do now?"

"The lord instructed you to take him to S.H.I.E.L.D., find Commander Hill, and make sure that the target is brought to Nick Fury intact!"

The skull soldier paused, then took off his helmet, revealing an unshaven face, which was the commander of the special forces, Rumlow.

"Take it to the director? Are you sure I won't be shot to death?" The bald man was stupid. Nick Fury saw it with his own eyes when he was a boy of two or five. scolded to death.

"You're still worried about this? It's okay, our identities are different now!"

Rumlow patted the ceramic-titanium alloy armor on his chest. This was a gift he received when he just changed his boss not long ago. A customized reinforced sentinel exoskeleton armor, although this thing is every Atlas The Sri Lankan Navy Special Forces have one, and they can be modified in the armory according to personal requirements. For example, Rumlow added two thermal swords to his arms.

"That's what I'm worried about!" The bald-headed brother showed a smile that was uglier than crying. "I'm still wondering if I'll have a chance to be the director for a while. It's fun!"

"Then don't think about it. As far as I know, there are two candidates ahead of you!" Rumlow said rudely.

"Who are you, Commander Hill and Coulson?"

"No, Coulson is with his goddaughter!"

"Ah this! Do you think that adult likes this kind of mixed race?" The bald brother thought thoughtfully, as long as I put all the candidates on the bed of the boss, then the position of director will definitely be mine!

"You can try!"

After all, Rumlow put on his helmet again, and their mission is not over yet!

Leaving the bald brother with two combat robots, Rumlow returned to the car with the remaining members of the special forces, preparing to go to the next mission location.

Under Fisher's rushing home tactics, the HYDRA troops in the SAR finally took down the seven Ao dogs in the sky with their last breath, sacrificing thousands of lives in exchange for seven spaceships that were already in a mess inside. Fisher did not know whether the deal was worth it or not, but it was certain that the hydra of Washington and the whole world had reached a climax.

"We haven't lost yet. With these seven spaceships, we can still save the situation!" In the Hydra base where the communication power and even the running water were cut off, Malik, who had not dried the blood on the corners of his mouth, instantly felt that he was OK again. The old man jumped up from the hospital bed and cheered his subordinates loudly, saying that we only need to escape to those spaceships, and we can be invincible!

A bunch of hydras thought about it and felt that what the boss said seemed to make sense, but their base of operations was three kilometers away from the battleship group in a straight line, and it took at least twenty minutes to drive. There are still unidentified snipers outside this distance. ,Can you make it? Can you catch up? And the few Hydras who have worked in the U.S. military have not said one thing. Are the aatis artillery deployed in the port still under their control?

But Malik didn't care, or he didn't dare to think about it. For them now, there is no time to think about whether there will be a problem, but it must be done. Now they have sat on the table. A fast-running train, there is still a chance to sit down, if you jump out of the train, there is really no hope at all! What's more, according to the last information before they lost communication control, there are already a large group of US military and National Guard troops marching towards New York, and the air supremacy currently held by Hydra will soon cease to exist!

"But, there's another question!" A special agent suddenly raised his hand weakly and said.

"The vehicles at the base are not enough to evacuate all the staff. If you go out in a batch and come back to pick up..."

"Cough, well, let me set an example first!" Malik coughed, then stood up and said.

"I'm old, and I don't have many days to live, but you are different. There is a bright future waiting for you. The new world of Hydra must be created by you! Just let me stay at the base to attract firepower for you. Bar!"

"Sir!" Seeing the appearance of their own officials, the group of Hydras couldn't help weeping. Everyone wiped each other's tears and said goodbye. Sex is naturally the clearest, the other party must have a way to escape, but they just need to cover up!

But if you know what you know, everyone still hasn't said it. Besides, if things are really uncontrollable, they only need to enter the spacecraft, then climb into space, and the sky will be high enough for the birds to fly.