The Death Knell

At this time, Alexander Pierce was meditating in the office on the top floor, because the plan obviously failed.

Not long ago, Nick Fury's LMD appeared on TV, and it was about to set off a new wave of conspiracy theories in the world, but at the critical moment, it was mixed up by mutants!

Damn X-Men, damn Utopia! It would be better to do it sooner or later, so why did the country be founded at this time? !

Call up! Contact the military ‘enthusiasts’ immediately!

"Are you saying this on behalf of SHIELD? Or on behalf of the United Nations?" General Ross on the video phone was disheveled, his eyes were red, and the cigar at the corner of his mouth was about to burn his beard, but he still didn't notice.

The Pentagon command center behind him was also in chaos, as if he was dealing with the end of the world. The general himself was also very impatient and stared at Pierce with a hawk-like gaze.

The confused Hydra leader still kept a smile on his face: "What happened?"

"Dr. Bolivar Strack was murdered yesterday evening. His body was quartered and hung on the exterior wall of the Strack Building."

Ross looked at Pierce with suspicion, took off his cigar and flicked the ash, and moved his square-shaped chin from side to side, as if he was grinding his teeth:

"In addition, Dr. Norman Osborne of the Osborne Group has also been missing for twelve hours. He was originally scheduled to attend an internal hearing held at the Pentagon yesterday evening to demonstrate a new type of weaponry. You are now I called...do you have any advice?"

Upon hearing this, Pierce understood that General Ross was doubting himself.

Because Straker Industries, Osborne Group, Hanmo Industries, etc. are all technology and weapons suppliers to the military.

Now that the heads of two companies had an accident on the same day, and he contacted Ross at this time, it was hard not to make people think wrong.

"I'm sorry to know these things." Pierce put on a sad expression and approached the camera pretending to be sincere: "Do you need any help from us?"

General Ross narrowed his eyes and sneered:

"No! We will find out the truth ourselves. I hope things are not what I imagined."

After saying this, the general immediately cut off the communication, without giving Pierce a chance to propose the idea of ​​'let's deal with mutants together'.

The leader of Hydra rubbed his forehead speechlessly. This was all too coincidental, as if there was an invisible black hand manipulating everything behind the scenes. Such an unsatisfactory day was unprecedented.

Faced with all kinds of doubts, he didn't have any intention of getting answers. Instead, he had a sense of crisis.

He couldn't say why, but he felt that this was probably a huge conspiracy, and it was coming towards him. He had to evacuate immediately and remotely command his own people in SHIELD to carry out the plan.

"Brock, immediately inform the people to launch the plan and let all the space carriers take off. Come to the office to meet me. We will evacuate through the helicopter on the rooftop." Taking out a small communicator from his arms, Pierce contacted Crossbones to give the order. After receiving the new order, he couldn't wait for Zola to make progress.

As an agent, you should sometimes trust your instincts. When you feel there is unknown danger, it's best to trust this.

It's not easy for him to get to where he is today. He doesn't want to shout "Long Live Hydra" and then bite into his dentures that contain cyanide. That's something only lower-level people do.

Why did Crossbones come alone? Because there are only two seats in the back of the helicopter on the rooftop, let the others be loyal to Hydra.

"clear."

Crossbones works efficiently and without even saying a word of nonsense. He doesn't ask why or question the leader. He is one of the most ideal thugs.

Pierce is strong in brains and patience, and his skills are mediocre. Nick Fury can even let him hang him with both hands. After contacting Crossbones and having the support of force, he suddenly felt more at ease.

Leaning back in the chair, he took out the wine bottle from the drawer, looked at the Skywalker logo on it, and poured himself a full glass.

While waiting for someone, he has to drink one last glass of good wine in this office, because after today, SHIELD will not exist.

It’s not clear where Fury got Skywalker’s eighty-year-old wine from, but he ended up getting an advantage.

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Pierce's face. It was a kind of happiness that kept everyone in the dark, and fools couldn't understand it.

Everyone said Fury was a smart man, but he was no match for him.

Lifting the wine glass in his hand high, Pierce looked at the light and watched the golden liquid in the glass swaying back and forth. He seemed to be toasting the black braised eggs from a distance. If we say goodbye today, we will never see each other again.

"Long live Hydra."

He muttered something in a low voice, and then brought the wine glass to his mouth...

"biu!"

With a whistle-like sound, Pierce fell down on the table, with a small hole exposed on the back of his head and the high-backed chair behind him. He leaned forward and pushed the wine glass back onto the table.

In the night outside the high-rise building, the black widow was wearing suction cup-like equipment on its hands and feet. She was putting down her widow's sting against the window glass and squeakingly cutting the glass.

The diamond cutter carved out a round hole that could accommodate people. She was as agile as a cat and got in with an easy leap. Then she stretched out her hand to pull up the captain below.

"I just said, after turning off the exterior wall sensors in the control room, it's safest to climb up along the exterior window." Natasha shook her hair, walked to the desk with a smile, and picked up Pierce's drink before he could drink it. He took a sip of wine and showed an expression of enjoyment.

Captain America looked at the dead minister's body and slowly shook his head: "Ever since I flew a plane and fell into the Arctic Ocean, I have no interest in working at high altitudes, so I don't envy those people who come and go high every day at all... ....Also, you shouldn’t have killed him.”

"No? Do you still want to keep this Hydra leader to celebrate the Independence Day?" Natasha began to rummage through the desk drawers, knocking on the wood to find hidden compartments: "Don't be stupid, he has been lurking for decades. A senior spy, you can't ask for a list of the people left alive, he will only shout "Long Live Hydra" and spit on you."

"Spitting was not popular in Hydra before." The captain took off the shield behind his back and walked towards the door: "They think they are superior to others and will rule the world in the future. How can they be as vulgar as us big-headed soldiers? They will only shout slogans and then commit suicide. "

The Black Widow, whose search was fruitless, straightened Pierce up, leaned on the chair and pretended to be sleeping, and fixed it with the piano wire drawn from the bracelet:

"Just understand it yourself, so don't always question me. Rumlow should be arriving soon. Their team's lounge is on the seventh floor. It takes 30 seconds for the elevator to reach the top."

"I'm an American, and Americans like to dictate everything."

The captain waved the shield in his hand and made an international joke to show that he was ready. He quietly hid by the door and turned off the light.

The room suddenly became dark, with only the pale moonlight outside the window shining on Mr. Minister sitting on the chair. At this time, footsteps outside the door came closer and closer.