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In this day and age, it's not easy to be a member of Hydra.

It's even harder to be a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. with a Hydra lurking around.

Jasper joined Hydra at the age of fourteen and S.H.I.E.L.D. at the age of nineteen. He worked hard and worked hard without complaint. More than ten years later, he went from a green boy to a bald man, and he devoted most of his life to

The cause of Hydra's revival.

In the beginning, it was he who proposed the plan to assassinate Zhang Ming in order to ensure the perfect implementation of the "Insight Project".

Bang!

The ashtray hit Jasper's bald head, and blood flowed from the top of his head. He swayed and almost fell down, but when he came into contact with Alexander's cold gaze, he stood up straight.

"It was you who said you wanted to get rid of Zhang Ming."

"It was you who made the assassination plan."

"For this I place a Winter Soldier at your command!"

Alexander's spit sprayed all over Jasper's face, and he didn't dare to move a finger, let alone wipe it. The old guy in front of him, who was nearly sixty years old, was not usually amiable, but Jasper knew that he was

An old man from "that era".

An evil ghost who has experienced glory and war, and emerged from the iron-blooded purge.

It was still in SHIELD's Trident headquarters. The walls were sealed and no one could hear their conversation. Alexander could vent his anger to his heart's content.

"Do you know how valuable a Winter Soldier is? Every one of them is far more important than you, you idiot!"

Jasper lowered his head and said: "The target showed abilities that exceeded records. Originally he could only emit dozens of white lights, but in this operation"

His plan was fine. A firepower network composed of one Winter Soldier and five veterans was more than enough to kill a super-powered person in a surprise attack.

Not all people with abilities have an indestructible body like Hulk. No matter how powerful Zhang Ming is, he will still die if his heart is shot by a bullet.

Yes, Jasper calculated well.

He just didn't expect that Zhang Ming had become quite popular recently, with so many barrages that he could use them to wash the floor.

"Shut up!"

Alexander wanted to slap this subordinate to death. He took a deep breath, tried to contain his anger, gritted his teeth and asked: "Then, how do you plan to end it?"

Jasper lowered his head deeper.

"Please give me another chance."

"Yes, if I give you another chance, you will definitely succeed. If you are so determined, don't waste precious manpower. Just go ahead and do it yourself."

Listening to his boss's ridicule, Jasper shivered and did not dare to speak.

Alexander was very angry.

He was not angry because the action failed.

Zhang Ming is just a person with super powers. No matter how strong his personal abilities are, he will not change the world structure much. Sending people to kill him, whether it succeeds or fails, is nothing to Alexander, who has seen great storms.

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As for the death of a Winter Soldier, although it was a pity, it was not worthy of Alexander's anger.

What really angered Alexander was the waste of resources.

He could have acted more cautiously, but he wasted an opportunity and wasted the life of a Winter Soldier.

You know, every Winter Soldier is a perfect killer.

Under the right conditions, sacrificing a Winter Soldier can even lead to victory in a war.

"Last chance."

Alexander straightened Jasper's collar and said: "You go and choose your own people, a team of no more than 20 people at most. There are no Winter Soldiers and no logistical support. This is the last chance. If you fail..."

He patted Jasper's chest.

"You know the outcome."

"yes."

It’s the same old saying.

There are many popular people.

Zhang Ming, who was tens of thousands of meters above the ground, stared at the "Trouble Attracting Physique" in his personal interface. It had just flashed for a long time.

Zhang Ming knew that he was being targeted again, but what was the use of flashing light?

He didn't know who it was or when he was going to come, which made him very nervous.

"Small TV, set message do not disturb, I will take a nap for a while."

"Okay~"

Zhang Ming exited the Bizhan system and let out a long yawn.

At this moment, he was sitting on Tony's private plane, with comfortable seats, soft music, and flight attendants of different nationalities, each with sweet looks and hot bodies.

These are all sugar-coated bullets of capitalism.

but……

So fragrant.

"Mr. Zhang, we are about to arrive in Monaco. Is there anything else you need our services for?"

A stewardess was squatting next to Zhang Ming, looking up at Zhang Ming from bottom to top, with a charming smile on her face.

The neckline of her uniform is a bit low. From Zhang Ming's perspective, as long as he lowers his head slightly, he can see a deep career line.

The flight attendant didn't know Zhang Ming's identity, but she knew who this private plane belonged to, and she didn't mind having a beautiful encounter with the young man in front of her.

Is this the world that rich people face?

It's really terrible.

Zhang Ming resisted the urge to ask for the other party's phone number and said, "No, thank you."

He was not thick-skinned enough yet, so he took advantage of his relationship with Tony to mess with his female subordinates.

Tony might not mind, but Zhang Ming can't do it.

The flight attendant was stunned for a moment, smiled professionally, and prepared for the plane to land as if nothing had happened.

Outside the window was the city that was gradually enlarging. A few minutes later, the plane landed steadily.

The cabin door opened, Zhang Ming stepped off the plane, and there was a car parked below. Happy waved to Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming got into the passenger seat, the two exchanged brief greetings, and Happy started the car and headed to the hospital.

"You look terrible," Zhang Ming said.

Happy said: "I haven't slept since Tony was injured. When I close my eyes, I see him bleeding and lying in front of me. I am his bodyguard in name, but I have done nothing."

"

His voice is hoarse and a little nasal.

Zhang Ming reminded: "You need to rest. If you continue like this, you will fall ill. Becoming a superhero's bodyguard is not an easy task. You must be mentally prepared early."

Monaco is located in the south of France and is the second smallest country in the world (the first is the Vatican), with a total area of ​​less than 2 square kilometers.

They arrived at the hospital before their buttocks were warm from sitting in the car.

Tony is in a high-end single ward. The next door to the ward has been specially vacated. There are ten doctors sitting in the vacated room, taking turns on duty, and on call 24 hours a day.

Along the way, there were armed bodyguards everywhere. Everyone was extremely vigilant, and the slightest movement would attract their attention.

"This is to prevent that Russian bastard from killing someone," Happy explained.

Walking into the ward, Pepper was standing beside the bed. The glamorous strong woman looked particularly haggard at the moment.

When she saw Zhang Ming, the tears that had stopped almost flowed out again.

"Zhang Ming, thank you for coming here. With you here, I believe no one can hurt Tony."

Zhang Ming hugged Pepper politely, and then asked, "How long has he been unconscious?"

"It has been more than 16 hours since I was attacked yesterday afternoon. The doctor said that I am not sure when I will wake up."

There were wounds all over Tony's body, especially on his chest. The doctor said that the heart was injured within less than one centimeter.

It can be said that he almost got on the train to hell this time.

Zhang Ming said: "I have a way to wake him up, but I have to ask you to go out for a while."

They were friends who shared weal and woe, so Pepper naturally trusted Zhang Ming. She forced a smile, nodded, and walked out with Happy, leaving Zhang Ming alone.

The ward suddenly became quiet. Zhang Ming sat on the chair, looked at Tony on the bed, and whispered: "Brother, how many times have I saved you? It's been so long, why are you still such a weakling?

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Tony: "..."

Open the system space. There are more than 2,400 coins in the personal account interface. Enter the exchange mall and look at the props at the bottom:

D-level props spicy grilled gluten (high imitation)

Prop introduction: It comes from Bizhan celebrity "Gluten Brother". Because Brother Gluten is very fond of roasted gluten, he eats gluten and sings when he gets interested. Under the influence of Brother Gluten's singing, roasted gluten also has magical power.

It can bring positive energy to people.

Prop effect: Can treat most trauma, disease, and poisoning.

Note: This roasted gluten is an imitation made by street craftsmen, so it does not have the special effects of regenerating severed limbs, curing terminal illnesses, etc. of the genuine roasted gluten.

Price: 1000 coins.

It's really not cheap, but compared to coins, the lives of friends are more important.

Accompanied by the sound of coins falling and disappearing, a steaming piece of roasted gluten appeared out of thin air in Zhang Ming's hand. The gluten circled down, and the chili, cumin, and secret sauce were mixed together, exuding an alluring aroma.

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This is a fragrance that humans cannot refuse, smell this smell.

The smell spread out, and people in the whole building stood up. The image of roasting gluten appeared in their heads, and some children were even crying:

Mom, I want to eat roasted gluten.

Zhang Ming pinched his nose and resisted the desire to take a bite. He had to give this food to Tony quickly, otherwise others would come after smelling it later.

But how do you feed a comatose patient?

Zhang Ming can't chew it up, mouth to mouth...

vomit!

Zhang Ming tried to put the roasted gluten to Tony's mouth.

There was no response. The image of the roasted gluten turning into a beam of light and entering Tony's mouth did not appear.

Just when Zhang Ming was considering whether to call Pepper in, the unconscious Tony moved his nose a few times, then opened his mouth and bit one end of the roasted gluten, and pulled the gluten into his mouth bit by bit.

Zhang Ming:???

Is there still such an operation?

Ten seconds later, all the roasted gluten was eaten, and Tony's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After all recovery was completed, he slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced at Zhang Ming and the first sentence he spoke was:

"I felt like I went to heaven just now. God gave me a delicious meat skewer, but it's a pity that there is only one."

Zhang Ming was amused by him and threw the bamboo stick on the hospital bed.

"No need to look for it, I am that God."