Chapter 202 Sherlock: My car! ! ! ! !

This wave of Sherlock's operations really opened the eyes of the widowed sister and the captain. It can only be said that Sitwell was lucky today. If it had been anyone else, Sherlock would have pulled the trigger five times in a row without any hesitation. , it is estimated that the opposite side has already ascended to heaven.

Angrily giving Sherlock a roll of his eyes, the captain and the widow immediately stopped inking and began to ask what Hydra's conspiracy was.

The frightened Sitwell, of course, carefully told everything he knew.

It turns out that since SHIELD's space carrier was developed, Hydra seemed to have seen the hope of ruling the world and began to go all out to build the space carrier.

At the same time, Hydra also secretly assembled a group of its own scientists to develop an algorithm. By connecting communication satellites in space, Hydra can quickly calculate the people who may become its enemies now and in the future.

After all the space carriers take off, Hydra will kill everyone marked indiscriminately according to its own algorithm, thereby unifying the entire world in this way.

The entire plan was codenamed Project Insight, which, I have to say, was pretty damn appropriate.

Sherlock frowned when he heard this. To be honest, this so-called algorithm that can predict who will threaten him in the future sounded very familiar to Sherlock.

After a period of careful reflection, Sherlock finally remembered why he was so familiar with it. Damn it, isn't this a variant application of digital prophecy?

Damn it, Hydra actually developed this thing? Damn it, if Sherlock hadn't been sure that he had only shown this book to Tony from beginning to end, Sherlock would have even doubted whether his prophecy book had become lost among the people.

Wait a minute, damn it, Tony has also read this book. Doesn’t Tony also have a share of the credit for this Laoshizi Insight Project?

At this moment, Sherlock really wanted to call and ask Tony if he was involved in this insight plan. Even if he was not involved, he still had to give Tony a vaccination. Don't let Tony come up with another observation plan. , peeping plans and things like that.

But after thinking about it, Sherlock decided not to fight for the time being. After all, according to Tony's character, if you don't tell him, he might not be able to remember it, but if you tell him, and it happens to arouse his curiosity, Then the fun will be really great.

Sherlock decided to pay more attention to his good uncle in the future, or at least give him a warning before he did anything wrong.

Just as Sherlock was thinking that he and Tony were falling in love and killing each other because of various eye-related plans, suddenly, Sherlock was surprised to find that the entire scene became quiet.

When he looked up, he found that almost everyone's eyes were on him. This shocked Sherlock, and he immediately performed a wave of Gal Gadot's American version of the same chest-hugging expression of fear.

"What are you going to do? Why are you looking at me like this? I'm not selling my body but my art!!!"

Sherlock was fine if he didn't perform. As soon as he praised Captain America, his face turned dark again, and for the 10,804th time, he began to regret bringing Sherlock out.

However, the widowed sister was quite amused and calmly took Sherlock and started to censor Sherlock.

Balabala said a lot, and the main idea was to ask Sherlock to take out his car and use it.

Of course Sherlock is not happy about this. After all, this thing was prepared when he wanted to drive back for a self-driving trip after the fall of Hydra. What's the point of taking it out now?

Besides, the ground is full of well-parked cars. It doesn’t take much effort to steal one, right?

In response to Sherlock's quibbles, the widowed sister could only express her helplessness. In addition, there were already five people in Sitwell. Ordinary cars were very crowded, and only Sherlock's full-size pickup truck was available. It can make everyone feel better.

What's more, there are wings on the back of the Falcon, and the Captain also has a shield, which may not fit in an ordinary car.

After many sophistry to no avail, Sherlock could only curse and take out his car from the library, and zoom in on the deserted road.

The captain and the widow who were traveling with him were already used to it. Even Falcon was just surprised and didn't say anything. However, Sitwell's little eyes rolled around after seeing Sherlock's car.

Because of the information asymmetry, Hydra has always believed that Sherlock and the wizard are two people, and they are two people with a very good relationship. Now it seems that it may be more than just a good relationship.

After all, the wizard has even brought out other people's cars. According to intelligence, that little bastard Sherlock is very precious to his customized Shelby Raptor Baja version.

And it seems that the captain and the widowed sister also have a good relationship with that little guy Sherlock. You must know that the combat uniforms worn by the two of them cannot be bought anywhere.

Only a black-and-white training ground like Sherlock's home can get such top-notch technology combat uniforms.

Almost as soon as Sherlock's car appeared, Sitwell had a definite guess about the whereabouts of the widowed sister and the captain. Now the only question left was how the captain and the widowed sister found the wizard. God's.

You must know that SHIELD almost searched the earth without finding any trace of the wizard. How could the captain and the widow find it so easily?

Of course, Sitwell only dared to think about these things, but he didn't dare to ask them. After all, we are now in a state where people are fighting for each other. Sitwell really doesn't want to experience Russian roulette or five-shot shooting again. It was a free fall for half an hour.

Sherlock treasured his car so much that of course he would not let others drive his big treasure easily. He cursed and got into the driver's seat, and then drove his car on the road under the command of his widowed sister who was sitting in the passenger seat.

The captain and Falcon could only squeeze Sitwell in the middle and stay in the back row, listening to the widowed sister instructing Sherlock on how to move forward.

It was smooth sailing all the way until Sherlock set foot on the Ring Expressway under the command of his widowed sister. Shortly after he passed by a bridge, an accident happened.

A figure quickly jumped from a high place on to the hood of Sherlock's car. The huge acceleration of gravity destroyed the customized carbon fiber hood of Sherlock's car.

"Fuck your mother!! It's my car!!!!"

Before Sherlock could finish shouting, the skylight was pierced by a metal arm. The metal arm grabbed Sitwell by the collar. The next second, Sitwell was pulled away by huge force. He got out of the car and flew into the air.

At that height, it looked like he wouldn't be able to survive. Sherlock was also completely angry. Damn it, you really don't treat my car as a treasure, do you? Well, don’t fucking live! ! !

While driving, Sherlock turned his hand and took out an Uzi submachine gun. He didn't care whether he could hit it or not. Anyway, the sunroof was gone, and Sherlock didn't feel bad anymore. He just pointed it at the roof of the car.

While fighting, he didn't forget to curse the eighteenth generation of the guy who destroyed his car.

However, when Sherlock had just counted to the sixth generation, a big silver hand shattered the front windshield and firmly held Sherlock's steering wheel.

Sherlock, a mage, couldn't defeat the metal arm at all, and the steering wheel was turned in a large circle by the metal arm.

In addition, the speed of the car was very fast. This sudden change of direction directly resulted in Sherlock's entire pickup truck starting to roll over on the road.

The widowed sister and Sherlock sitting in the front row were fine. Both of them were wearing seat belts and were firmly fixed to the car seat by the seat belts. Captain and Falcon in the back seat were more unlucky. It was thrown away by the huge inertia.

Sherlock was also tumbling and remembered who the owner of the metal arm was.

Very good, Bucky, our relationship is finally over! If I don’t beat the shit out of you later, it will be considered as if your pussy is tightly clamped! ! ! ! !