Chapter 2515: Aegis headquarters
At this time, Alexander Pierce was meditating in the office on the top floor because the plan had clearly failed.
Not long ago, Nick Fury’s LMD appeared on TV, and it was about to start a new wave of conspiracy theories in the world, but at a critical moment, it was mixed by mutants!
Damn X-Men, **** Utopia! A little bit early and a little bit late is good, why is it this time to establish the country? !
Call! Contact the ‘enthusiasts’ of the military immediately!
"Are you speaking on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D.? Or on behalf of the United Nations?" General Ross in the videophone was disheveled, his eyes were red, and the cigar around his mouth was about to burn his beard, but he still didn't notice.
The Pentagon Command Center behind him is also in a mess, as if to deal with the end of the world, the general himself also behaved very impatiently, and stared at Pierce like an eagle.
The unknown Hydra leader still kept a smile on his face: "What happened?"
"Dr. Bolivar Strak was killed yesterday evening. He was mutilated and hung on the outer wall of the Strak Building."
Rose looked at Pierce with suspicion, took off the cigar bomb soot, and moved the square-shaped angular jaw to the left and right, as if he was grinding his teeth:
"In addition, Dr. Norman Osborne of the Osborne Group has also been missing for twelve hours. He was originally scheduled to attend an internal hearing held at the Pentagon yesterday evening to demonstrate a new type of weaponry. Calling...what's the advice?"
Pierce understood when he heard this, and General Rose was suspicious of himself.
Because Straker Industries, Osborne Group, Hanmo Industries, etc. are all suppliers of technology and weapons to the military.
Now there are two helmsmen who had an accident on the same day, and he contacted Rose at this point in time.
"I'm sorry to know these things." Pierce put on a sad expression, and pretended to be sincere and approached the camera: "Need some help from us?"
General Rose narrowed his eyes and sneered:
"No! We will find out the truth ourselves, and hope that things are not what I imagined."
The general who had finished saying this directly cut off the communication, without giving Pierce a chance to tell the proposal of ‘Everyone Deals With Mutants Together’.
The Hydra leader rubbed his forehead speechlessly. All of this was too coincidental. It was like an invisible black hand manipulating everything behind his back. Such a bad day was simply unprecedented.
Facing all kinds of doubts, he didn't have the idea to get answers, instead, it was a sense of crisis.
He couldn't say why, but he felt that this was probably a huge conspiracy, and it was coming towards him, and he had to evacuate immediately and remotely command his own people in S.H.I.E.L.D. to start the plan.
"Brock, immediately notify the manpower to launch the plan, so that the Sky Mothership will all lift off. You come to the office to meet me, and we will evacuate through the helicopter on the rooftop." He took out a small communicator from his arms and Pierce contacted the crossbones to issue With new orders, he can't wait for Zola to make progress.
As an agent, sometimes you should trust your instincts, and when you feel there is unknown danger, then it is best to believe this.
It's not easy to get to this position today. He doesn't want to finish shouting long live Hydra and then crush the dentures with cyanide hidden in them. That's all lower-level personnel do.
Why should crossbones come alone? Because there are only two seats in the back of the helicopter on the rooftop, everyone else will let them be loyal to the Hydra.
"understand."
Cross-bones capable of doing things, not even a word of nonsense, do not ask why, do not question the leader, is one of the most ideal thugs.
Pierce is strong in mind and patience, his skill is mediocre, and Nick Fury can even let him hang him with both hands. Connected to the crossbones, with armed protection, he suddenly felt more at ease in his heart.
Leaning on the back of the chair, he took out the wine bottle from the drawer, looked at the Skywalker logo on it, and poured himself a full glass.
While waiting for someone, he will have the last good drink in this office, because after today, SHIELD will not exist.
Skywalker's eighty years of aging, I don't know where Fury got it, but it still makes him cheaper.
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Pierce's face. It was a kind of happiness that kept everyone in the dark and played with it. An idiot could not realize it.
It is said that Fury is a smart man, but he is not his opponent either.
Raising the wine glass in his hand, Pierce looked at the light and watched the golden liquid in the glass sway back and forth, as if he was toasting to the black marinated egg. If you say goodbye today, you will never see again.
"Long live the Hydra."
He whispered a word, then brought the wine glass to his mouth...
"Biu!"
With a soft whistle-like sound, Pierce fell on the table, revealing a small hole in the back of his head and the high-back chair behind him, and his leaning body pushed the wine glass back onto the table.
In the night outside the tall building, the black widow was wearing suction cup-like equipment on her hands and feet, and she was laying down the widow sting against the window glass, squeaking the glass.
The diamond cutter made a round hole that could accommodate people. She was agile like a cat, jumping in with ease, and then reached out and pulled the captain below.
"I said, after turning off the external wall sensors in the control room, it is safest to climb up along the outer window." Natasha shook her hair, smiled and walked to the desk, picking up Pierce who had not had time to drink. The wine came, showing a look of enjoyment.
Captain America looked at the dead minister's body and shook his head slowly: "Since I flew a plane and fell into the Arctic Ocean, I have no interest in high-altitude operations, so I am not envious of the few people who go up and down every day... .... Also, you shouldn't kill him."
"Don't kill? Do you want to keep this Hydra leader for Independence Day?" Natasha started tossing the desk drawers, tapping the wood to find the secret grid: "Don't be silly, he has been lurking for decades Senior spy~www.NovelMTL.com~ you won’t be able to ask for the list if you stay alive. He will only shout long live the Hydra and spat at you."
"Spitting was not popular in Hydra before." The captain took off the shield behind his back and walked to the door: "They think they are superior and will rule the world in the future. How can they be as vulgar as us big soldiers? They only shout slogans and then commit suicide. "
The black widow who searched fruitlessly righted Pierce, leaned on the chair and put on a fake dormant look, fixed by the piano wire drawn from the bracelet:
"Just understand it yourself, so don't always question me. Rumlow should be here soon. The lounge of their team is on the seventh floor. The elevator takes 30 seconds to reach the top floor."
"I'm an American, and Americans always like to point fingers at everything."
The captain waved the shield in his hand and joked internationally to indicate that he was ready. He tiptoedly hid beside the door and turned off the light.
The room was suddenly dimmed, and only the faint moonlight outside the window was shining on the Mr. Minister sitting on the chair. At this time, the sound of footsteps outside the door came from far and near.
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