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Chapter 256 Death of Rockwell

Berlin.

Rockwell, the precocious old man who serves on the World Security Council, returned to his solitude in the Spree River district, just two blocks from the Congress, after a long day's work, escorted by a team of security personnel. Among the mansions.

getting Started.

Take off your coat.

After opening a bottle of local specialty beer and taking a sip, Rockwell talked to his security captain, then pushed the door open and walked into his study.

next second.

Director Rockwell couldn't help shrinking his eyes and looked at a very handsome and familiar man with blond hair and blue eyes in a suit and leather shoes with his legs crossed on the sofa in his study.

"Mike Lance..."

"Good evening, Director Rockwell."

Sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, Mike raised the amber bourbon in his hand to Director Rockwell who was standing at the door holding a beer: "Director Rockwell seemed surprised to see me? "

"...how did you get in here?"

Director Rockwell spoke subconsciously, and then hurriedly turned around to open the study door that he had just closed.

But a pity.

The door of the study room is very strong, no matter how Director Rockwell pulls it, it will be useless, let alone pull it, and there is not even the slightest sound.

Mike made a hehe smile.

After a while.

Director Rockwell also stopped pulling the door, turned around, smoothed his few hairs with his hands, pretended to be calm and walked towards his desk: "Dr. Probably just for the sake of visiting."

There is a hidden compartment under his desk, in which is a Pross Witness pistol that has already been loaded and can be fired immediately as long as he can get it.

Pross witness.

A female defense pistol specially customized by Stark Arms Company to expand the female market in the past few years. Most importantly, when most women see the appearance of the Pross Witness pistol, they simply cannot resist.

Prolos Witness This gun has unique decoration and a variety of colors to choose from, including blue, pink, purple and black.

On the other side of the dark compartment of little old man Rockwell's desk is a pink handle.

Mike watched Director Rockwell who walked to the desk and sat down, took off his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Director Rockwell intends to use his own power to fully investigate me, so I came here specially , face to face, Director Rockwell, and I, without reservation."

"is it?"

"of course."

Rockwell must die.

reason?

No problem, who made this little old man question him? Besides, it’s fine if he doubts about ordinary academic theories, but this little old man doubts Mike’s theory because he has some issues with Malik, so I’m sorry.

Mike himself said that he could not accept the disaster of innocence.

The most important thing.

When Mike returned to the apartment on King's Avenue, when he asked the red queen to investigate the little old man, he suddenly discovered something.

This little old man Rockwell not only came to power by stepping on Hydra madly, even now, Rockwell has not given up his career. In fact, Rockwell has been investigating one thing.

This matter also has something to do with Mike.

Rockwell suspects that the famous desert fox wasn't really dead at the time, though the evidence he's searched for over the years isn't enough to back up his idea.

Mike is known for his stability, and he always likes to eliminate dangers in his infancy. He belongs to the kind of existence that you think of dealing with me in your heart, and I will chop you up first.

In case Rockwell finds out something, especially Mike's mother's name before New York, then Mike's plan will be passive.

and so.

Rockwell couldn't stay.

If you want to blame, blame yourself for talking too much during the video conference. Who told him to question Mike because of Malik's relationship? If he didn't question, Mike wouldn't let the red queen investigate him. A true portrayal of crimes that cannot be lived.

Yes.

Mike stared at Rockwell's small movements at the desk from the corner of his eyes and said calmly: "Actually, Director Rockwell, you are right, I am just whitewashing Hydra.

and.

I can also tell you why I did it.

the reason is simple.

Because I am also a member of Hydra.

Of course.

I don't want to, but there is no way, everyone can make a lot of choices, but there is no way to choose their own birth.

My mother is Hydra.

My father is Hydra.

My wife is Hydra.

God.

Even my mother's adoptive father was Hydra.

Ah.

Therefore, even if I want to be a good person, there is still no way to change the long-standing prejudice in people's hearts. Your parents are hydras. If you say you are not, who will believe it?

and so.

Director Rockwell, do you know why I'm here? "

Rockwell's right hand slowly fell under the desk, and he looked at Mike sitting on the opposite sofa with a firm and calm expression: "You want to kill me."

This is an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

Mike smiled slightly and said, "Smart.

But Director Rockwell, in fact, I didn't intend to kill you before, but who told me that your recent secret investigation has a [-]% chance of being exposed to me by my calculations.

do not worry.

I will talk to the regional monarch Mephisto, and try my best to make you stay as comfortable as possible in hell. "

Rockwell's soul can't stay.

must be destroyed.

This is the Marvel Universe, if you don't do a full set of things, maybe some character who can psychic hell will come out and summon Rockwell up.

do not forget.

Hell also has a lot of businesses on Earth, some chasing evil spirits, some lending soul usury, and...

"Ah."

"you are dreaming!"

Rockwell touched the pink Prouss pistol in the hidden compartment with his right hand, and the gentle and calm expression on his face changed instantly, perfectly showing what a qualified politician's face-changing skills should look like

Bang.

Director Rockwell jumped up directly from his chair, grabbed the pink Pross pistol in his hand, aimed at Mike's forehead on the sofa five meters away, and pulled the trigger.

"go to hell."

"Oh!"

The smell of flames strikes instantly.

A cute little yellow shot blasted directly from the muzzle of the Pross pistol, dragging the tail of the fireworks, and shot into Mike's forehead almost in the blink of an eye.

Sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, Mike's head tilted back involuntarily.

died?

died!

Director Rockwell couldn't help but let go of his pistol when he saw this, and pressed his hands on the desk, panting heavily.

But next second.

Rockwell seemed to catch something from the corner of his eye, the expression on his face suddenly froze, and then, with a mechanical sense, he looked up at the opposite sofa.

Over there on the sofa.

Mike, who had a big hole between his eyebrows, didn't seem to notice anything, and showed him a smile that made his heart beat faster.

……

(End of this chapter)