The Death Knell

"Reload!"

Coulson took a step back and pulled out a new magazine from his belt to reload the pistol. Sitwell next to him immediately took up his position, raised the assault rifle in his hand and fired into the air to suppress the locusts flying from all directions. .

The bald man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was not too nervous. While he and Coulson alternately covered the way, he still had time to chat:

"Just like the old days, isn't it?"

Everyone in the team is moving close to the building, which greatly limits the angle at which the bugs can launch air strikes. Naturally, the bald brother is not fighting alone. There are others behind him, including the 'Crossbones' special operations team.

Coulson changed the bullets and fired into the sky again, tilting his head: "When we first started working, there were not so many tasks to deal with aliens. Times have really changed now."

"We only need to cross another intersection and send the civilians into the subway station. They will be safe for the time being. There is a temporary defense line formed by the army there." The bald man winked at Crossbones, who immediately threw him two magazines. : "I just don't know how the Avengers can solve the root of the problems on everyone's head?"

The hairless agent fired repeatedly to drive away an insect. He gestured to Mei behind him to pay attention to the flanks and replied: "I believe the captain can do it. There is nothing he can't do."

Sitwell raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly: "Okay, but to be honest, I don't agree with the director's plan. Let such an armed force of superpowers be independent from the bureau? Just rely on them. Indirect control through friendship? It’s a bit too uncertain.”

Coulson, the captain's fanboy, didn't take it seriously. After all, as old friends for decades, he knew very well what kind of temperament the bald man had.

Although Sitwell looks like a stockbroker who works on Wall Street, everyone is a field agent. The little bald man is a person with a strong sense of crisis and likes to control everything in his own hands.

But that's Captain America, and there's no more reliable person in America.

"That's not what we need to consider. The captain asked us to escort these civilians to a safe place to hide, so we will do it. They are still looking for other trapped people." At this point, Coulson sideways dodged a beam of light. , shot back in the air: "So what we have to do now is to obey the captain's order. This is what the director asked us to do, and cooperate with the superheroes to reduce civilian casualties."

The bald man helped him recharge the downed locusts, emptying a magazine with no expression on his face until the bugs that were covered in yellow water could no longer move:

"Okay, but the captain said that he will give you an autograph and a photo afterwards, but what about my benefits? After this matter is over, you have to treat me to dinner, at the same restaurant as last time."

"You should control your diet a little recently. If you continue to eat so much pasta with meat sauce, I'm afraid you have to go to the logistics department to get a new suit." Coulson was still joking with his friends with a smile, chatting and laughing in the dangerous battlefield.

While it's important to be serious and serious during combat, it's important to understand what's going on.

Now working together are the first and second teams, a total of ten people.

The protected civilians dragged out a long snake on the street. There were probably hundreds of them. The team members dispersed their formations to protect the people. However, many civilians were very close to the two people who opened the way.

The two of them were acting, they were pretending to be the FBI, and the people behind them also thought so.

So the classic American heroism is that state agents are fighting while chatting about what to eat for dinner, so that they can use the herd effect to calm everyone down.

Once the civilians behind them panic and run away, the current manpower will definitely be unable to save the situation. As a qualified agent, you must avoid that situation from happening.

So the calmer he and Sitwell appear, the better.

The truth is that simple. Even though the two of them were talking and laughing, no one knew how much pressure they were feeling.

There is no problem with the plan, but they obviously underestimated the wisdom of the Annihilation Zerg. They have individual communication equipment.

The bugs in front were eaten here and were deflated. Some of the meat was protecting other parts of the meat and was about to escape. How could this be allowed?

So when the team was halfway through the march, the organic insect swarm team also jumped from high altitude to the buildings on both sides of the road. The insects showed a terrible cooperative combat ability, and they performed fire suppression and cover assault to the fullest.

Colson ordered his men to take the people into the building behind him to take shelter temporarily. The others used bunkers at the entrance of the building to form a defense line and shoot at the locusts that landed on the street.

This building seems to have been the headquarters of a certain pharmaceutical company in the past. The lobby is magnificent, but that doesn't matter now.

The two leading agents each leaned on one side of the door, watching streaks of plasma flying past the two rooms at high speed. The beautiful wall tiles made of marble in the distance were burned like melted candles, dripping along the original cavity in the wall. It trickled down.

The bald man took out a white handkerchief from his arms, folded it with one hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said:

"We have limited ammunition, so we have to find a way and call for air support."

"Human fighter planes cannot compete with the insect swarms in the air. The pilots will die, so our air support can only come from superheroes. However, Iron Man has added me to the phone blacklist and has not yet released me."

Colson smiled and shrugged, saying with some helplessness in his tone:

"He later discovered that I installed surveillance equipment in his office, and he has been angry with me."

"Tsk, it's really miserable. To make you feel more balanced, I can say - I don't have his phone number at all, haha." The bald brother also told a joke in response, and at the same time, he secretly gave Crossbones behind him Make gestures.

In the face of alien invasion, Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. are not welcoming. We humans can forget about fighting for power within ourselves. Why are you alien bugs mixing in?

That's why Sitwell led the team to cooperate with Coulson this time, so as to fight against foreign enemies together.

Coulson believes that the lack of air support is not so absolute. The aviation of SHIELD and the US military is not good, but it does not mean that Hydra is not good.

As long as the pilot is not afraid of death, isn't it all over?

The brainwashed and trained Hydra soldiers, let alone an attack plane, would dare to fly even if the V2 rocket in the museum was taken out.

There is a special communication method at Crossbones. As long as a signal is sent, there will soon be suicide squads disguised as innocent passers-by, driving oil tankers or sightseeing helicopters to help everyone escape.

Cut off one head and two will grow! Personal sacrifice is nothing compared to a great cause!

But just when Crossbones turned around to avoid Mei's gaze, and was about to reach into his arms to press the communication device, a group of thin and small masked men suddenly fell outside the door.

They, no, it might be them, all wore cheap uniforms, but they showed strong combat effectiveness. They could kick tall and powerful insects dozens of meters away with one kick, and they could dent the insect's carapace with one punch. .

These masked men can also fly up and down in the hail of bullets, bouncing between street lights, broken cars, and buildings like acrobats. They can do front somersaults, back somersaults, and cartwheels with ease. They are as flexible as ghost.

They seemed to have an incredible sixth sense. Even if the locust soldiers shot at their backs, the targeted person would be able to dodge without looking back.

With the help of these superpowers, the situation immediately improved greatly.

Coulson nodded to Sitwell, and then the two of them were about to lead a counterattack to assist. However, they rushed out of the gate and reached the bunker in a standard sliding shovel action. Before they had time to shoot, there was someone in the alley next to them. A man in a red and black uniform strode out carrying a revolving Gatling gun.

This man seemed to be walking in slow motion, and his arrogant appearance made him look very unbeatable. As his shoulders swayed, the six cans emitting blue fire rotated rapidly, and the fire whip formed by the warhead smashed the surrounding insects into pieces, followed by There was also a voice that sounded very mean:

"Come on, dead bugs, come and take Deadpool's father's big dick, yes, shoot your face, shoot your mouth, shoot your eyeballs! Doesn't it feel good? I know you all feel so good! Because your brains are mine. Lubricant, hahahaha..."