Chapter 2137: Work together

"Change bombs!"

Coulson took a step back and drew a new magazine from the belt to change the pistol. Hitwell immediately took his position and raised the assault rifle in his hand to shoot into the air, suppressing the locusts flying in all directions. .

The bald guy wearing gold glasses is not too nervous. While alternately covering and opening the way with Coleson, he still has a heart to chat:

"Just like in the past, isn't it?"

Everyone in the team is moving close to the building. In this way, the angle of the insects launching air strikes will be greatly restricted. Naturally, the bald man is not alone in the fight. There are also "crossbones" behind him. Special forces team.

Coulson replaced the bullets and fired into the sky again, tilting his head: "When we first worked, there were not so many tasks to deal with aliens. Now the times have really changed."

"We only need to cross another intersection and send the civilians into the subway station and they will be temporarily safe. There is a temporary line of defense formed by the army." The bald-headed man winked at the crossbones, who immediately threw him two magazines. : "I just don't know how the Avengers can solve the root of the problem above everyone's head?"

The hair loss agent fired again and again to force a bug back, gesturing to make May pay attention to the flanks behind him, and replied: "I believe the captain can definitely do it, there is nothing he can't do."

Hitwell raised one eyebrow and nodded slowly: "Okay, but to be honest, I don't quite agree with the Secretary's plan to allow such a superpower arm to be independent of the bureau? Just rely on them. Indirectly controlled by your friendship? Somewhat too uncertain."

The captain's fanboy Coleson doesn't care. After all, as an old friend for decades, he knows exactly what the bald brother is.

Even if Hitwell looks like a stockbroker on and off Wall Street, everyone is a field agent. The little bald head is a person with a strong sense of crisis, and he likes to control everything in his own hands.

But that is Captain America, and there is no more reliable person in America.

"That's not something we need to consider. The captain asked us to **** these civilians to a safe place to escape, then we will follow suit. They are still looking for other people who are trapped." At this point, Coleson avoided a beam of light. , Shot back into the air: "So what we have to do now is to obey the captain's orders. This is what the director asks us to do and cooperate with the superheroes to reduce civilian casualties."

The bald brother helped him refill the shot of the downed locust, and blanked a magazine blankly, until the insect that was braving the yellow water stopped moving:

"Okay, but the captain said that he would give you an autographed photo afterwards, but what's my benefit? You have to invite me to dinner after this thing is over, just the last store."

"You should have controlled your diet a little bit lately. If you eat more spaghetti with meat sauce, I am afraid that you will have to go to the logistics side to get a new suit." Coleson still smiled and joked with his friends, chatting and laughing in the perilous battlefield.

Although it is important to be serious during the battle, it is necessary to distinguish the situation.

Now the first and second teams are acting together, a total of ten people.

The protected civilians dragged a long snake on the street. There were probably hundreds of them. The team members dispersed to protect the masses. Many civilians were close to the two who opened the way.

The two are acting. They are now posing as the FBI, and the people behind them also think so.

So the classic American heroism is that state agents fight and chat about what to eat at night, so that they can take advantage of the herd effect and calm everyone down.

Once the civilians behind him ran away in panic, then with the current manpower, they would definitely be unable to recover. As a qualified agent, you must avoid that situation from happening.

So the more calm he and Hitwell show, the better.

The truth is that simple, don't look at the two people talking and laughing, but no one knows how much pressure it is.

There is no problem with the plan, but they obviously underestimated the wisdom of the Annihilation Zerg. They have individual communication equipment.

The worms in front ate and slumped here, and some of the meat was protecting others from slipping. How can this be done?

So when the team was halfway through, the formed insect swarm squad also flew over from the buildings on both sides of the road from high altitude. The insects showed terrible cooperative combat ability, and the fire suppression and cover assault were played vividly.

Coleson ordered his men to take the crowd into the building behind them for a while, and others used bunkers to form a line of defense at the entrance of the building, and fired at the locusts that landed on the street.

This building seemed to be the headquarters of a certain pharmaceutical company in the past. The lobby was a magnificent one, but now it doesn’t matter.

The two agents leaned on the side of the gate, watching a stream of plasma fly by at high speed between the two, and the beautiful wall tiles made of marble in the distance were burnt like melted candles, dripping along the original wall cavity. It ticked down.

The bald brother took out a white handkerchief from his arms, folded it with one hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said:

"We have limited ammunition. We have to find a way to call air support."

"Human fighters cannot compete against the swarms of insects in the air. Pilots will die, so our air support can only come from superheroes, but Iron Man added me to the phone blacklist and has not released it yet."

Coulson smiled and shrugged, and said with some helplessness:

"I installed surveillance equipment in his office back then and he discovered it, and he has been **** me off."

"Tsk, it's really miserable, in order to balance your mind, I can say-I don't have his phone at all, haha." The bald brother also responded with a joke, and at the same time, he concealed his crossbones behind him. Gesture.

In the face of alien invasion, the attitudes of Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. are unwelcome. We humans are fighting for power within ourselves. What do you aliens come to mix with?

So this time Hitwell led the team to cooperate with Coelson, which is considered to be a total fight against foreign enemies.

Coleson believes that without air support, it is not so absolute. The failure of S.H.I.E.L.D. and U.S. military aviation does not mean the failure of Hydra.

As long as the pilot is not afraid of death, isn't it over?

The Hydra soldiers trained by brainwashing don't mention giving them an attack plane. Even if the V2 rocket in the museum is taken out, they dare to ride on it.

There are special means of communication at the crossbones. As long as the signal is sent, there will soon be death squads disguised as innocent passers-by, driving oil tankers or sightseeing helicopters to hit the road for everyone.

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However, just when the crossbones turned away from Mei's gaze and was about to reach into his arms and press the communication device, suddenly a group of thin masked people fell outside the door.

They, no, it may be them. They are all wearing cheap uniforms, but they show strong combat effectiveness. They can kick tall and mighty bugs tens of meters away with a single kick, and they can hit their carapace with a single punch. .

These masked men can also fly up and down in the rain of bullets, like acrobats, bounce between streetlights, broken cars, and buildings, front flips, back flips, and side flips. ghost.

They seem to have an incredible sixth sense. Even if the locust soldiers shoot behind them, the targeted person can dodge without looking back.

With the help of these superpowers, the situation immediately improved.

Coulson nodded to Hitwell, and then the two were also ready to lead the team to countercharge and go out to assist, but they rushed out of the gate with a standard sliding shovel to reach the bunker. Before they had time to shoot, they were in the alley. A man in a red and black uniform came out with a revolver Gatling gun.

This man walked as if he had his own slow motion, and his arrogant appearance was very awkward at first sight. With his shoulders shaking, six jars emitting blue fire spun rapidly, and the fire whip formed by the warhead smashed the surrounding bugs to pieces. There was also a very mean voice:

"Come on, dead bugs, come with the big **** of the dead waiter father, yes, shoot your face, shoot your mouth, shoot your eyeballs! Cool? I know you are all crazy! Because your brain is me Lubricant, hahahaha..."

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