Chapter 774 One shot (second update)

The order was changed.

He listened to the indifferent voice from the helmet, and after comparing and unlocking the complicated secret keys in the helmet, he was able to confirm that it was an order from his master. He didn't care about such trivial things as why the mission objective was changed, it didn't matter to him. He took a deep breath, and carefully released the switch of the electromagnetic adsorption glove on his palm. When the Quinjet fighter plane passed over the mission target, he jumped down lightly and landed among the low houses in the old town of Tangier without making a sound. He was a battle-hardened warrior, as evidenced by the small black markings of eagle wings and sword on his eyelids beneath the blood-red visors, and the star tattoo around his eye sockets.

The assassin jumped in the low floor room.

Even if the sky is as bright as day, he can still flash past everyone's blind spot, like a ghost under the scorching sun. He quickly found a suitable position, unfastened his sniper rifle from the magnetic buckle on his back, and then came to a complete stillness. At this time, the invisibility cloak on his body began to play a role after he completely entered the static state. It not only completely obscured the assassin's figure, but also adjusted the surface temperature to be consistent with the contact surface, preventing someone from detecting the heat released when the firearm was fired through infrared thermal imaging equipment.

Daisy Johnson steps over an overturned booth and continues on.

Not surprisingly, she screwed up again. This situation is very common for a field agent. Every field agent must make a rough plan and consider how to complete the task when the situation changes suddenly. As long as you have the ability to complete the task and meet certain mandatory conditions, you can be called a qualified field agent even if there is an accident every time you are on the field. Daisy Johnson is moving in that direction, and she has to figure things out for herself.

The low-slung houses, too narrow streets and alleys in Tangier’s old city, and the bristly parasols all hindered Melinda May’s support. Melinda May could not use the powerful fire support of the Quinjet fighters at all, because activating the cannon here would 100% accidentally injure innocent civilians. This is something that Agent Coulson absolutely does not allow. Target Joseph Haddad's familiarity with the terrain was a headache for Melinda May, a skilled pilot.

Daisy Johnson had to figure things out for herself, and even if she had taken out nearly ten gun-wielding gangsters not so long ago, she had to take care of the last one.

"Stop!" She knew that people who heard someone yelling from behind would not stop, but she still yelled routinely. If she was an ordinary female hacker who did not graduate from high school a few years ago, the chase just now would have made her so tired that she stuck her tongue out and lay motionless on the ground.

"I have no weapons!"

Hearing this, Joseph Haddad ran even faster. That's what this woman said when she broke in ten minutes ago. He originally planned to point a gun at her to complete the deal, but he saw the result.

"Force him to turn left." Melinda May looked down at her target as she fled through the streets, providing command to Daisy Johnson. "Turn left to Freeport's loading dock, and I'll block him there."

"Got it!" Daisy chased Joseph Haddad to a three-way intersection. She stretched out her palm and unleashed her power, shattering the dirt road to Joseph Haddad's right. Sure enough, Joseph Haddad quickly turned left and ran towards the loading dock of Freeport, with a triumphant smile on Daisy's face. She only needs to block the target from the rear to capture Joseph Haddad alive, and then get what she wants from him.

"He jumped on the roof and tried to get into the alley next door!" Melinda May yelled. "Follow him! Don't lose him!"

Daisy Johnson stepped over the crates Joseph Haddad had just stepped on and jumped onto the roof. She felt like she couldn't keep up. Joseph Haddad, a native, could always find the trail, and she had no choice but to pursue it. Joseph Haddad must not be allowed to enter the alley, or she will never catch up with the target.

She felt the warm water splash on her face.

Daisy, who was extremely nervous, would not have noticed such a small thing at first, but there was also a broken calf flying along with the warm water droplets. She was so surprised that even her breathing became disordered, and she had to slow down and look at the target in front of her—a part of Joseph Haddad's calf disappeared, and it happened so suddenly that he didn't even notice it. It wasn't until he fell down involuntarily that the pain flooded his nerves like a tide. Joseph Haddad wailed and lay on the ground, a lot of blood splashed at Daisy's feet.

"May..." Daisy asked moaningly.

"Get down, there are snipers!" Melinda May swooped down quickly with the Quinjet fighter, blocking Daisy and the target with the fuselage. The sand and dust blown up by the hot wind almost blinded Daisy's eyes. "Stop the target's bleeding!"

"Who?" Daisy asked, while skillfully taking out a tourniquet from her waist to bandage the wailing Joseph Haddad. Joseph Haddad was completely overwhelmed by panic, and it took Daisy a lot of effort to subdue him.

"I don't know." Melinda May knew that her move was quite risky, and she knew nothing about the guns used by the sniper and the location of the sniper. After making a preliminary judgment based on the direction of the target's blood, Melinda May understood that this was the only option to protect Daisy and the target. She could only hope that the bulletproof glass of the Quinjet fighter could block the opponent's bullets. She pressed a button on the console and opened the side hatch. Her intention was quite obvious, that is, to ask Daisy to take Joseph Haddad on the plane, and they would make plans after a short rest.

"We must abort the mission, we are not the only ones involved in this operation!"

"We can't abort the mission!" Daisy dragged Joseph Haddad, who had just stopped bleeding, and pulled a long bloodstain on the roof. She dropped the target on the alloy floor as soon as she boarded the plane. She hurried into the cab, "If we want to save Fitz and Simmons, we can only use the clues Fitz provided! We must interrogate him for the password of the lockbox now. You will cover for me later, fast in and fast out to complete the task."

Melinda May glanced at her.

"Emergency treatment to the target, he is already in hemorrhagic shock." She said coldly, "Inject adrenaline into the target, a large dose, into the chest cavity."

"Mission completed." The assassin conveyed the message through the headset, and the blood-red eyepiece on the alloy skull mask flashed data one after another. Factors that may affect shooting, such as wind speed, ballistic speed, light and humidity, are calculated and planned through the built-in computer. All the assassin needs is to control his body to complete the calculation result. He must perfectly control every muscle of his own, adjust his breathing and heartbeat, so that he can shoot like a dead person, and minimize the factors that may affect the shooting result. He can do it, and his strengthened bones and muscles support him to normalize this superhuman behavior. The first thing he was told after leaving the laboratory training cabin was about his ability and the people he would use it to serve.

"Mission accomplished." Stephanie Hui reported.

Salomon, who was sitting in the assault transport boat, nodded. He had already stationed a team near S.H.I.E.L.D., and the assault transport was loaded with two penetrating bombs. If his cleanup on that planet didn't go perfectly, the two nuclear warheads could help him with his final mission.

As for the astronaut named Will, he is still in isolation, but Stephanie has transferred him to the isolation facility built by the Immortal City for surveillance. Salomon intends to talk to the astronaut, who intends to make up for Will's life after being exiled to that planet by NASA, and make up for his lost time. In fact, NASA’s selection of astronauts at that time was not so politically correct. Astronauts had to go through study and training, not just a transgender black fat gay MSL. Not to mention that he has survived alone on an alien planet for so long, as long as he is not infected, then Salomon is willing to recruit him.

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