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"Can your hacker friend help me get a minute and a half? Of course, two minutes is best. If you can set aside three to five minutes for trial and error, I would be very grateful..."

Upon hearing Fitz's request, Zhang Ming seemed to hear Olivia on the other end of the communicator breathing heavily.

If that bad girl were on this ship, she would definitely rush over, grab Fitz's ears, and vent her dissatisfaction with violent words.

Zhang Ming glanced at Fitz's embarrassed expression, his brain quickly made a judgment within a few seconds, and he thought of a possibility.

"If you reduce the interference range, can you increase the interference duration?" Zhang Ming asked into the communicator.

"To what extent?" Olivia asked.

"Only covering this laboratory, the underground cells can give up interference."

Olivia did not understand this request, and she reminded: "This will expose everyone in the underground cell to surveillance, and it will also alert Hydra."

"Leave this problem to me."

Olivia did not ask Zhang Ming what to do. She believed that since Zhang Ming said so, he would be able to handle this problem perfectly and would not be as unreliable as Fitz...

After thinking for a few seconds, Olivia said: "It only interferes with the monitoring of this room, and if other areas are not touched, it should be fine for about two minutes, but I need an assistant."

Hacker assistant?

A girl with an oriental face flashed in Zhang Ming's mind, "You mean Skye?"

"Well, she can help me share some of the pressure from the inside, and even if she is reversely tracked, because she is inside the battleship, she can also confuse the defense system to a certain extent." Olivia said.

"I'll go tell her and leave the professional matters to you."

Zhang Ming looked around, found a laptop in the corner of the laboratory, took out a communication headset from the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to Fitz.

"As soon as the blockade of the battleship is completed, notify me as soon as possible."

Fitz nodded seriously.

Zhang Ming smiled and patted his shoulder: "I will cover for you this time, and I will leave the job of saving the world to you."

After saying that, he used the editing to instantly return to the underground cell. After explaining the current situation as quickly as possible, he handed the laptop to Skye.

Moira touched her chin and asked: "Then how are you going to solve the problem in the underground cell? Counting me, there are a total of seventy-nine people on site. How can you hide us without attracting the attention of Hydra?"

"There is no way not to attract the attention of Hydra. To be precise, I will take the initiative to attract the attention of Hydra." Zhang Ming said.

"What are you going to do?"

"Destroy the surveillance cameras, blow up the stairs and elevators..." Zhang Ming's eyes swept over the surveillance cameras, stairs, and elevator doors, and finally landed on Moira. Zhang Ming sighed and said:

"Finally, pretend to be you."

"Me?" Moira looked confused.

…

boom!

There was a sudden tremor inside the battleship in the air. Many Hydras fell to the ground under the shock. They got up from the ground in a panic and asked loudly what happened.

This is at an altitude of 10,000 meters. If something goes wrong with the battleship, none of them will be able to escape.

The Hydra agents in the logistics team flipped through the surveillance footage page after page. After a few seconds, they found the source of the explosion——

"It's an underground cell where S.H.I.E.L.D. research and development personnel are imprisoned."

"All the surveillance cameras on the cell floor have been hacked."

"The elevators and stairs leading to the underground cells were damaged."

Messages were passed to the main console one after another. The Hydra agent sitting in the center was holding his chin and tapping his temples with his index finger. He was the supreme commander of this battleship.

After listening to the reports of the agents, the commander asked: "Where are the seventy-nine R&D personnel locked in the cells? Have they escaped?"

The commander's calm tone calmed down the panicked subordinates. They carefully searched for corners through the surveillance camera and came to a conclusion after a few seconds.

"No, no escaping researchers were found inside the battleship."

"Where are the escape pods and fighter jets?" the commander continued to ask.

"The inventory is completed, the numbers are correct, and it is confirmed that the R&D personnel did not use the internal flight equipment to leave. The exterior of the battleship is completed, with no damage and no signs of external intrusion."

The commander nodded and asked the last question: "Can you contact the agent responsible for guarding the cell?"

"The fifth attempt failed and we couldn't get in touch. They were probably injured in the explosion just now," the subordinate replied.

The commander shook his head. This possibility is too low. The most likely thing is...

They are already dead.

"Send two groups of field agents over to check." The commander issued the order.

"yes."

"Remember to be fully armed and don't let down your guard. Also..." the commander narrowed his eyes and finally said: "Bring code number 06-White Sugar."

"learn."

Two groups of field agents, each with four people, making a total team of eight people.

Their clothes are held up high by their strong muscles that have been trained for many years. They hold weapons in their hands, and their eyes are sharp and steady, ensuring that whenever an abnormality is discovered, they will be able to calmly shoot bullets as soon as possible.

They were divided into two groups, one behind the other, and rushed to the place where the explosion occurred at a constant speed, preparing to check the situation at the scene.

"Can you slow down? I can't breathe."

Among the eight sophisticated Hydra agents, an out-of-time voice came from a young man about 1.7 meters tall.

He can also hold up his clothes, but while Hydra agents hold up his chest, shoulders and arms, he holds up his stomach.

This was a very fat guy. As he trotted, his stomach was shaking slightly. He kept throwing pieces of white sugar cubes into his mouth.

He is codename 07-White Sugar.

"Run faster, Sugar Sugar!" An agent couldn't stand his slowness and scolded him coldly.

"Do you think I don't want to! You dragging a body of two hundred pounds may not be as fast as me!" Bai Sutang responded unceremoniously.

While talking, he threw two more sugar cubes into his mouth.

"Can't you eat less sugar?"

Bai Sutang glared at the agent who was speaking and said, "Do you dare to tell me not to eat it?"

The Hydra agent wanted to scold him back, but considering the other party's weird ability, he finally didn't say anything and turned his head, not wanting to take another look at the fat Bai Sutang.

After a brief quarrel, the strange combination of eight elite agents and a 200-pound fat man continued to move forward. They came to the site of the explosion and found a blown-out elevator and a completely collapsed staircase.

The captain of the special agent team looked at the damaged areas, pointed to several locations with a firm tone and said, "High explosive bombs. The simultaneous detonation of these locations will cause such a complete collapse."

"The enemy has sneaked in?"

"Not necessarily, it's possible that the people in the cell escaped. Don't forget, that woman is not an ordinary R&D staff member." said the team leader.

"That woman" the Hydra agents are talking about is, of course, Moira.

The squad leader reported the situation at the scene to the commander, and then they each took out different equipment from their backpacks. Strong acid, high-speed tremor, and excavation equipment. In less than thirty seconds, they were able to dig a passage to the bottom.

Just when they were about to start taking action, a reminder from the logistics agent suddenly came from the communication headphones on their ears:

"Be careful! Someone is ambushing you!"

Along with the logistics agent reminder came a gunshot!

The bullet crossed a distance of more than ten meters, accurately penetrated the gap between the body armor and the helmet, hit the back of the neck, and exploded a head.

Plop!

A Hydra agent fell to the ground, with some white and green blood dripping with viscous impurities along the gaps in his helmet.

Before the bodies of their companions hit the ground, the Hydra agents reacted. The captain pulled Fatty Baisugao and hid behind the wall. The others also looked for bunkers, and then opened fire to fight back.

The moment the opponent fired, they saw clearly the appearance of the enemy:

Tall, thin, with blond short ear-length hair...that's that woman!

The team leader pressed the communicator to report the situation: "Commander, Moira escaped from the cell. We guess that the agent responsible for guarding below has been killed. She blew up the passage to protect her companions below. She came up alone, probably for

Find an escape hatch or seek outside help."

"She's the only one?" the commander asked.

"Yes, she is the only one."

The commander sitting in the general control center gently rubbed his temples and gave the order: "Capture her. If it is determined that she cannot be captured alive, she can be shot to death."

"clear."

The remaining six members of the team also heard the commander's order, and they pulled the trigger a little faster. Since their superiors did not issue an order to capture alive, what they considered was to get rid of the woman as soon as possible because she was too dangerous.

.

Among them were agents who trained at the same time as Moira. Even now, many years later, they still remember the horror of being pushed to the ground and beaten by that woman.

"Stay here and don't move." The team leader said to Bai Sutang.

It's not time for him to show off yet.

"Okay." Bai Sutang glanced at the dead bodies on the ground and agreed obediently.

The team leader quickly made a few tactical gestures, and the seven agents changed positions, conducted cross-cover shooting, and slowly approached Moira's position.

Before they could get closer, a round, black "little thing" was thrown out.

"Be careful, it's a grenade!"

The agents quickly fell down, but as soon as the grenade hit the ground, the nearest Hydra agent discovered that the grenade did not trigger at all.

not good!

A figure rushed out from the corner. She held a pistol in each hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the heads of the two agents at close range.

Bang! Bang!

Two more bullets hit the bridge of the nose accurately, turning his brain into a ball of mud.

"Damn it!"

The squad leader realized that he had been tricked, rolled to avoid the bullet, raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed at the agile figure.

He pulled the trigger and fired dozens of bullets, but none of them could hit her body. Moira seemed to have eyes on her back, avoiding the trajectory of the bullets in advance and running in another direction.

"Chase!"

The squad leader got up and chased after him with four of his subordinates. When he passed by Bai Sugar, he grabbed Bai Sugar's arm.

"It's time for you to make a difference!"

"But..." Bai Sutang glanced at the three corpses that died instantly, then looked at the rifle slightly raised in the squad leader's hand, and said with a grimace: "Okay."

This running Moira is naturally Zhang Ming pretending to be.

Zhang Ming's plan is to disguise himself as Moira and disguise the incident of "Zhang Ming's invasion and preparations to seize control of the battleship" as "Moira's escape from prison and looking for a means of escape."

Each battleship will have a corresponding person in charge. It is impossible for him to report everything to Alexander. Even if he reports it, as long as the degree of danger is controlled within a certain range, Alexander will not have any intention of initiating the self-destruction program.

After all, Alexander was a schemer, not a madman.

A minute had passed since Hydra discovered the problem and sent someone over. Zhang Ming was convinced that this plan was feasible. As long as some time passed, he would no longer have to hide his identity. This battleship would belong to them.

At this moment, Zhang Ming suddenly felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

It’s so painful. Why is it so painful?

It would be nice if there was sugar... Yes, sugar...

Zhang Ming, who was facing Moira, turned his head and looked at a fat man behind him, who was holding a snow-white, tempting sugar cube in his hand.

sugar!

Zhang Ming almost lost control of himself and rushed over to snatch the piece of candy. The electric current in his body stimulated the cells, causing some pain and allowing Zhang Ming to regain some consciousness.

What is this, and is it some kind of superpower that affects the mind?

Zhang Ming gritted his teeth, restrained his desire, and activated the boring effect of Rolex.

He entered the sage mode of having no desires and desires, but the improvement he imagined did not appear. As the fat man approached, Zhang Ming's mouth became more bitter, and tears rolled in his eyes involuntarily.

Zhang Ming seemed to have returned to his childhood, where his mother was forcing him to drink traditional Chinese medicine that he had simmered all afternoon.

No, this is 10,000 times more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine!

Zhang Ming swallowed, and his five senses suddenly tangled together. It turned out that the source of the bitter taste was saliva. Could it be that the fat man's ability was to make the saliva bitter and then make his opponent suffer to death?

What a vicious ability!

The fat man walked over carefully. His expression was also distorted, and he seemed to be suffering the same pain. Zhang Ming looked at the five agents guarding the fat man. They looked normal and were not affected.

Resisting the desire to rush over to grab the candy, Zhang Ming turned around and continued running.

He can kill these agents instantly, but this is meaningless. As long as Fitz does not solve the problem, Zhang Ming will have to lead batches of agents in circles.

"What's going on! Why didn't she come over and grab the candy in your hand?" the team leader asked.

He had a piece of sweet candy in his mouth.

"How do I know? My ability is just to make other people's mouths taste bitter. Grabbing candy is just an additional effect of this effect, and it may not necessarily happen."

The team leader said: "I have personally conducted experiments with dozens of agents. The probability of occurrence is 100%. No one can resist the temptation of sugar!"

"Maybe, maybe..." Bai Sutang thought for a long time before holding back a sentence: "Maybe her will is stronger than all of you?"

The squad leader clenched his fists and wanted to punch the fat man in the face, but in the end he did not take action and continued the pursuit with his companions.

While Zhang Ming endured the bitter taste in his mouth, he controlled his speed and kept it at the level of an ordinary agent to avoid others seeing the problem.

Chi——

A door opened, and another group of armed agents rushed out.

The road ahead was blocked, Zhang Ming tried to run back, but the team leader from behind also rushed over with white sugar.

"Fitz, are you okay yet?" Zhang Ming asked in a low voice. If he continued, his identity would be exposed.

"immediately!"

The four drones flew out of the battleship from a narrow path that humans could not pass through. At this time, the battleship had broken through the atmosphere. The propellers below the drones ejected flames, pushing them to the four corners of the battleship.

Fitz listened to the chaotic gunfire from Zhang Ming's end and resolutely pressed the start button.

A blue energy spread from the drone, like a veil, covering the huge space battleship.

"Zhang Ming! No problem!" Fitz's excited voice came from the communicator.

Zhang Ming stopped shooting and threw the two pistols on the ground.

"Yes, that's it. If you give up resistance, you might still survive."

Hydra agents said and gathered around.

"Ah--"

What responded to them was a man's laughter. In their eyes, Moira pointed her index finger on her cheekbone, and a mole the size of a sesame seed was removed.