The Death Knell

Hydra successfully evacuated, not even a single body was left behind. They moved in and out quickly, still in the same blitzkrieg style.

SHIELD didn't bring heavy weapons this time. After all, they had to pretend to be bodyguards and couldn't go out with a rocket launcher, right?

Therefore, facing Hydra's weird troop carrier, their armed helicopter was destroyed at the first moment of the raid. After that, they had no way to fight against Hydra and could only let the enemy leave.

Howard let go of Tony, patted the dirt on his pants and stood up. He and his son were lucky. They were not hit by stray bullets in the melee, and the shrapnel from the explosion did not kill them.

This shield needs to be upgraded. After miniaturization, energy is still a big problem.

A bodyguard wearing a round hat and a big beard came over: "Howard, the casualties are still being counted. We have suffered a lot of losses. It is currently confirmed that one person was killed and more than 30 people were injured in varying degrees."

Howard sighed and shifted his mind from scientific research to reality. He looked at the agents rescuing the wounded and putting out the fire, and gently closed his eyes.

Then he took out the check book, signed a check for 3 million US dollars, and handed it to the bearded man: "Duggan, take this money and divide it among the brothers. You know how much should be divided between the injured and the dead. If it is not enough, Come to me again."

Dugan glanced at Tony who was kneeling next to him in despair, and without saying anything else, he took the check and pinched the brim of his hat before leaving.

This time he did not bring the Howling Commandos. After all, the appearance of the members of the team was a bit unacceptable to ordinary people. They were all new agents who had just graduated from the academy. He thought they were just dealing with personal matters and making small fuss, but Wan Wan I never expected to be attacked by Hydra.

This is really unfair.

"Cassandra...Cassandra..."

Tony kept muttering her name in a low voice, and his eyes were already distracted. He was like a "wife-watching stone" looking at the sea.

Explosions and the roar of bullets echoed in his mind, and her face and tears were all in front of him, and Tony's brain completely stopped.

After Howard called Tony a few times, he found that he didn't respond at all. It seemed that he had been overstimulated and needed to slow down.

"Come here and help me!"

Howard was out of breath and wanted to carry Tony onto the intact vehicle, but found that the energy of his exoskeleton armor was also exhausted. He couldn't hold his son at all, so he had to call for help.

"Here you come, sir."

A young agent with a receding hairline but a smile on his face ran over. There was also another person passing by who noticed the movement and came over to show his courtesy. That person was a bald man who looked a bit like an Indian.

"Thank you, young man, what's your name?" Howard motioned to the two of them to help Tony up.

"Phil Coulson, sir, just graduated last year." The agent with a smile on his face and a good-natured look answered, bending down and trying to find a better point to put his force on. Tony's upper body was as soft as noodles.

"And you?"

Howard asked the Indian-looking man again. He didn't know why, but when he saw these two people, he felt that they must have a role in the future, just like when he first met Captain America.

Well, actually the first time they met, when Steve and Bucky were watching Howard show off his hover car off the stage, Howard was so focused on the backup dancer that he didn't even notice the two people below.

He still thought that the first time he and Steve met was in the underground laboratory in Brooklyn.

"Mr. Sitwell, sir." The fake Ah San seemed a little flustered, but he changed his words in time. He smiled and shook hands with Howard, and then seemed a little at a loss. Finally, after Colson's reminder, Lifting Tony down.

"You bring some people to take him to my house and protect him. You performed well before. I saw it just now. After the mission is completed, report to Fury and say that I have made you a regular employee."

Howard was stroking his beard and making up nonsense. In fact, it was because these two people saw their son's embarrassing appearance. Tony's lost noodle shape was really... He had to give them an extra hush money, so he stuffed it. Go out to Fury's side and go on field duty.

Coulson and Sitwell looked at each other and smiled. What are the benefits of doing private work for the director? This is the second level of agent.

Although the process is a bit risky, how can being an agent not be risky?

Even though the Level 2 agents are not very impressive, there are tens of thousands of Level 2 agents within SHIELD, but it represents a higher level of benefits and salary levels. After working for a Level 2 agent for more than 20 years, he can probably work in New York. Bought a small apartment.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark, one, two, three, get up!"

The two shouted slogans, grabbed Tony's arms, lifted him up, and walked towards the car on the other side of the road. I don't know whose car it is, but just pry it open and touch the wires to ignite it.

Even after being carried by two agents into the car, Tony's legs still remained in a kneeling position while he was in mid-air. His lower body seemed to be frozen, and the hands of the two agents were grasped on their shoulders. , he looks like a big weight hanging on a pole.

"Cassandra... Cassandra..." he continued to read along the way.

Howard sent Tony away, rubbing his forehead and walking back and forth on the battlefield. Afterwards, he dealt with the police who arrived for a while, revealed his identity, dealt with the problems here, and recorded the United Nations' accounts.

By the time everything was quickly processed, it was already ten minutes later, and Tony should already be on the plane by this time.

"Director, the finishing work is completed." Dugan came over again, and there was no need to perform any drama without Tony.

"I'll have to find someone to repair the pier later, including cleaning up the fuel in this area. This is the condition I just agreed to with the local government." Howard found a broken tree on the side of the road and sat down: "Remember to remind I will not travel to Auckland, New Zealand in the future."

Dugan smiled, handed Howard a cigar, and lit one himself and started smoking.

"If you have time for vacation, why not spend more time with your child? Look at what he has become. If he were my son, I would have... ah!" Dugan twisted the towel With the same movement, his mouth also made a sound like constipation.

As an old friend, Howard was not angry. He just glanced at Dugan angrily: "That's it? That's my son. I don't need to explain to you how a genius like me raises his son. Go ahead and close the team." Let's go back."

Dugan lifted his hat and laughed, stuffed the cigar into his mouth, bit off a piece and spit it out:

"What about you? Are you waiting here to refuel when Hydra's 'luxury sports car' comes back?"

"I'm safe here. Do you think I'll come unprepared?"

Howard smelled the cigar and took out his scissors to trim it.

Dugan looked around and saw nothing. If there was anything unusual, it was that like Tony before, he heard the constant sound of 'click-click'.

"I thought the source of your confidence was us, but it turns out you have a secret weapon?"

Dugan's beard squirmed, a little curious.

Howard put the cigar in his mouth and lit it. He felt so tired, and Tony was so uneasy. Was he doing the right thing by isolating him from the darkness?

No, it must be right, I must be right.

"It's not my secret weapon, I hired it." He thought about it and answered Dugan's question.

Dugan squinted his eyes and tilted his head to think. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and his eyes widened suddenly.

"Wait! Hey, didn't you call that person?"

Before Howard could answer, the air behind the two people twisted. Deathstroke appeared behind them like a phantom. He also grabbed a handful of plant seeds in his hand and kept putting them into his mouth. His mask seemed to be soft. , can change with muscle changes.

The clicking sound all the time is caused by these seeds.

"What do you mean by that person? Dugan, we are old friends too. You can't even remember my code name, right?"

Su Ming held a handful of melon seeds and was enjoying them. Wilson Group's new product, 'Kaka Ka Melon Seeds', he wanted to try first to see the quality.

The taste is quite good and the essence is abundant. I hope it can cultivate the aliens' hobby of eating melon seeds.

After all, Spartans usually have such a leisurely life. In addition to doing art, they just chat with friends, so they should like it. As Contracia plans to build an entertainment industry planet, snacks for drinking are indispensable. Melon seeds, peanuts and pistachios are all good.

Today's trip was well worth it. I not only saw the tragic story of a young man and woman being separated by their feudal parents, but also saw the shootout scene between SHIELD and Hydra. At this time, eating melon seeds felt very delicious.

Dugan still remembered how many times Fury had been tormented by Deathstroke, and all their old comrades knew it. He forced out an ugly smile and said hello: "Deathstroke..."

Su Ming gave some melon seeds to the two of them and looked at Dahai: "Hello, your mechanized transformation is quite good. Is the LMD (Life-Model Decoy) technology so mature?"

Howard raised an eyebrow and tasted the melon seeds like Deathstroke did: "How do you know he is an android substitute? He is obviously flawless, look at this artificial skin and hair."

Su Ming clapped his hands and put the melon seed skins stained with saliva back into his bag: "I have seen Nazi androids since World War II, Blue Gloves, do you remember them?"

"The devil knows who it is." Howard rolled his eyes. Were SHIELD's secrets seen through just by appearing in front of Deathstroke? This is too perverted: "The current situation is just like your plan. The girl was rescued by Hydra. Are you satisfied now?"

"Pay attention to the way you talk to your savior." Su Ming glanced at him through the red eyepiece on his mask, his tone full of disdain.

"What?" Howard tilted his head, a black question mark on his face.

Su Ming sneered and pinched Howard's little arm: "With that broken shield of yours, if I hadn't been invisible in front of you and your son, you two would have become a hornet's nest. Do you really think you were lucky enough to be able to block bullets?"