svetikya Chapter 198
Chapter 198
The captain glanced sideways, and a warning came from his extraordinary body. The hairs on his arms stood up and fell down.
Dangerous, but not fatal.
He shook his head slightly and admonished:
"I don't suggest you touch that little box."
The old man paused his hands in the air when he heard the words, and looked at the indicator light under the window sill with cloudy eyes.
Bright red, twinkling.
After a while, the indicator light still did not change, and Banner was already approaching the fence and was about to go around the factory.
A dark-painted Quinjet stopped in the middle of the road. Hawkeye came down wearing a combat uniform and carrying a bow and arrow.
Seeing this, the old man's hand suddenly turned into an afterimage and reached for the small box. The speed was enough to put countless old men who were half-body into the ground to shame.
However, there was someone faster than him. The captain lifted the shield and pushed it in like lightning. The glass cracked with a "click".
But not broken.
Special glass!
"Shet!"
"Hehe, I didn't expect that."
The old man grinned and took the opportunity to grab the small black box, press it with one hand, and the small box turned into a mini pistol with a flick of his arm, aiming directly at the window.
"Om..."
"Crack..."
"when--"
The shield broke through the window and bounced off the green light beam. The old man flew into the metal cabinet behind him, his eyes turned up and he fell into a coma.
The skin squirmed back to green, with pointed ears and long arms and legs.
Skrulls.
Sure enough... The captain's expression changed and he turned to lean against the wall. He picked up the shield with his toes and held it in front of his chest. He tilted his head and went out to guard the factory.
Banner stood carelessly in the middle of the damned, seemingly not worried at all about being attacked.
Hawkeye jumped up to the three-meter-high guardhouse, bent his bow and arrow, and saw the golden light in his eyes.
.
..
...
"crunch..."
The wooden door of the office building creaked open, and the three of them turned around at the same time.
The door was pushed open, Bai Youling stood at the door and waved his hand casually, then turned and walked into the house.
Damn, it turned out to be one of our own!
The three of them looked at each other and reluctantly put away their posture, left the guard booth and walked towards the office building.
Just after entering the room, a Skrull man was lying on the ground on the left and right sides behind the door, and a thin line of blood on the neck indicated the cause of death.
His hand was still on the trigger, his eyes were slightly closed and his expression was peaceful. He probably didn't even know when he died.
Highlight a technique that is superb and clean.
Walking further inside, there were two people lying next to the window and on the office chair. They died in the same way.
Clearly by one hand,
Probably, anyway, apart from Hawkeye, the captain and Banner couldn't tell the difference.
The three of them followed Bai Yougui into the corner office. The black snake eyes were staring at the opposite wall with arms folded.
Secret passages!
This word popped up in everyone's mind at the same time.
"Snake eyes."
"Steve Rogers."
"Bruce Banner."
"Clint Barton."
Everyone announced their names as a greeting.
Banner thought that he hadn't worked hard tonight, so he volunteered, walked out of the team, and said:
"Let me do it, Hulk likes to tear down walls the most."
Everyone left the office with an "um" to make room for him.
After everyone left, Banner waved his hands, twisted his neck, and naturally said to himself: "It's your turn to perform, Hulk."
After the words fell, his body swelled rapidly, and he transformed into the Hulk in the blink of an eye. Without accident, his head reached the ceiling, and Hulk bent down muttering.
"Hulk, I don't like it here."
"Bam—"
Hulk flew out with a punch, and the wall fell apart like tofu, revealing the silver-white metal door below.
"Oh!"
The metal door does not know what kind of metal it is made of, and the Hulk hammer on it can only make it sag.
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
The thunder-like sound was transmitted to the base office through the corridor. The small hearts of the Skrulls were like the water cups on the table.
Trembling.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The water glass ran further and further, gradually reaching the edge of the table, three centimeters, two centimeters, one centimeter,
Lost!
"Wow—"
A big hand passed through the air, firmly caught the cup, put it back on the table, and pushed it inside thoughtfully.
"call……"
Several people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, Hans couldn't help asking the man on the opposite chair:
"Captain, hasn't the team leader responded yet?"
The captain in his mouth was also very nervous. He swallowed and clicked the mouse: "I'll ask again."
"Dudu..."
The call was connected quickly, but the square face, or Talos was also waiting for news from Fury.
So he called Fury again.
"Dudu..."
Fury made two calls in succession and kept saying that no one was answering. While he was getting annoyed, a communication request suddenly popped up on the screen. He pressed the answer button without even thinking, and it turned out that Talos was the culprit.
"How about Fury, have you discussed it over there? If you slow down, the gate of the base will be smashed by Hulk."
"...We are in contact. You guys will find a way to delay it."
Fury took his subordinate's cell phone over with a straight face, dialed the number, clicked on the speakerphone and placed it on the table.
"Dudu... Whoever stays up late at night and has nothing to do only makes harassing calls. If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have anything to say, hurry up."
"..."
Fury didn't expect Lak to be so irritable, and he started cursing without saying a word, so that the phone was still on the loudspeaker.
Mare Faker--
Although Talos couldn't see Fury's expression, but from the bulging veins on his arms, he could guess that his heart must be very exciting now.
He didn't know why, but suddenly wanted to laugh, but at the last moment, he held back with his excellent quality.
At the same time, he tried his best to remind Hans and others on the left screen with his eyes.
Of course Hans and the others didn't laugh. Now there was a big guy at the door demolishing the house, so they could only laugh because they were so heartless.
Lark waited for a while and no one spoke, and continued to spray:
"Don't talk? Who amuses me? Don't hang up if you have the guts. I will find you along the network cable, Jarvis, lock..."
"Ahem, Lark, it's me."
"Speak louder, your vocal cords are at home."
Crunch!
Fury clenched his iron fists with a crunching sound, flames erupted from his eyes and his eyebrows shot up three feet high.
Damn Lark!
I should have killed you in the manor back then!
Bastard, Fakeer￥%……*
Just when Talos thought that he would grab the phone and throw it on the ground to rise up and talk to Lak,
Fury put on a smiling face in a second, flatteringly said:
"Haha, it's me, Lark, Nick Fury. I just fought alongside you in Washington a few days ago to stop the Chitauri conspiracy."
Rumlow: Are you really not Hydra?
"Oh~~~ It turns out they are called "Chitauri". I was worried about how to write a report. Now I know. Thank you, Director Fury, for answering my questions.
Don't worry, I am the person who pays most attention to fairness, openness, and impartiality. I will write in the report:
Nick Fury, the powerful director of S.H.I.E.L.D., revealed the true identity of the aliens.
If the newspaper is sold, you will get half of the manuscript fee. "
Do you have to pay taxes?
Fury wanted to ask subconsciously, but immediately realized that now is not the time to talk about money.
He raised his head and stared at Ross, and quickly got to the point:
"Haha, I'm just saying it casually, and I don't guarantee the authenticity; by the way, I heard that you were murdered in a hotel a few days ago. What happened? Did you catch the murderer?"