Druid's Marvel Travels

Chapter 235 How familiar is it?

"Long live the Hydra."

Agent Hitwell felt that this slogan that he had chanted for half his life seemed particularly harsh today.

The task Pierce entrusted to him is glorious and great, and Pierce's strategy is also correct. With his current status, Captain America will definitely find him if he wants to get information about the Insight Plan.

Therefore, he pinned the badge of Hydra in a conspicuous position, pretended to be complacent, and had frequent contact with his colleagues.

But Hitwell guessed all morning, what methods they would use to deal with him.

Did you point a gun at yourself?
Long-range sniper rifle?
Do you need to pay extra attention to whether there are red spots on your chest?

Or pretend to be a colleague and call yourself?

Black Widow should also have this technical means.

Or did he rush up to snatch himself away like he was blocking the way?

In public, even Captain America wouldn't do this, would he?
Just like even if they captured Captain America, they couldn't shoot him down in public.

That would directly lead to huge social problems.

Captain America should be able to imagine that it is absolutely inappropriate to treat himself like this, who is still an international agent on the surface.

So when Sitwell, who had been wandering outside for a whole morning, neither noticed any red spots on his body nor received any strange calls, he began to feel that he was a bit overacted?

Rumlow has already called himself three times to confirm, but he acted like nothing happened...

Could it be that Captain America found out that this was a trap, so he found another target?
But Captain America did not disappoint Hitwell after all.

Even he couldn't help but praise Pierce for his great forward thinking.

It's just... It would be better if they could kidnap themselves back gently.

When Hitwell saw the sun again, he appeared on the top of a building.

He clutched his chest, his heart was about to jump out of his mouth——

What did he go through just now?
He was sitting outside a coffee shop, about to taste the coffee he had just ordered.

In broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he was swallowed by an invisible thing including a person and a chair...

That's right, swallow it in one gulp!

Sitwell, who was still in shock, was extremely sure and certain that he was definitely in the mouth of some kind of beast just now!

The sharp teeth bit the chair that came in with him to pieces before he could react!

And he tried various methods, even took out a portable high-temperature cutting machine, but he didn't let this unknown beast move a little bit!

how can that be!

Or is this an illusion? !

But who can explain, what's going on with his drool all over his body? !
Steve looked at the acquaintance who was spat out by Skool, and was about to go up and punch him, but now he grinned and stopped.

"What is that! What are you going to do!"

Fortunately, Sitwell has not forgotten his role.

He looked flustered, but he was actually very confident.

Because he has a positioning device on his body, the special forces who have been monitoring his location will track him down here as soon as they find him missing suddenly!
As long as he delays long enough, Captain America is no match for the fully armed special forces!

Rumlow has repeatedly emphasized several times that the space in the elevator was too small last time, and there was no heavy weapon to get rid of the shelf, so they were escaped by Captain America!
"Hitwell... It seems that last time I went to kill the group of pirates to rescue you, it was a complete joke."

Scull remained invisible, and Sam was on the move, so it was just Steve and Hitterwell.

"Captain, what are you talking about, I..."

"Tell me Zola's algorithm!"

Steve hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and kicked Sitwell down, and then rubbed the soles of his shoes on the ground:

"What did you do on the Star of Lemuria?"

"Algorithm? I haven't heard of it, Star of Lemuria? I...I threw up on it, I'm seasick!"

He got up tremblingly, wiped his glasses, and forced a smile——

Is Captain America's kick that good?

He already felt that his stomach was bleeding, and his mouth was full of blood:

"Captain Rogers, you are now a wanted criminal of S.H.I.E.L.D...."

He watched Steve step forward step by step, while he stepped back step by step, but he had already stepped aside——

One more step back and he would be in free fall.

"call……"

Hitwell calmed down in vain:

"Aha...it's really high here, but you are Captain America, the righteous man of God, you would kidnap me here in broad daylight for such a trivial matter...

And throw me out of here? "

He slowly revealed a confident smile, and shook his head confidently and without panic:

"That's not your style, Captain Rogers."

"That's right."

Steve had already walked across from him, and he could push him down with his hand, but he looked at Skool's saliva on the other side with disgust:
"Not only is it not my style, it makes me a little bit uncomfortable."

"However, compared to being swallowed by a wolf, there is nothing unacceptable about being pushed off the roof by a wolf, right?"

Steve spread his hands, and then Sitwell felt hit by something invisible, and fell down screaming.

"Wow, that's terrible."

Skool's voice came from an invisible position:
"He should hold on a little longer, his reinforcements have arrived."

"Can it be done?" After Steve glanced, a helicopter had already flown over.

"Of course, it's daytime, and it's almost noon."

Skool's voice is farther away:
"How familiar is it?"

"……All cooked!"

"no problem."

In the inhumane bombing of the solar cannon, Sam grabbed Hitwell by the collar and dragged him up, throwing him on the roof.

Hitwell's miserable howling stopped abruptly, because he saw a giant golden wolf with a height of three meters, spraying a beam of light from its mouth.

The sun in the sky seemed to be getting brighter, and the beam of heat waves could be felt here, directly blasting the armed helicopters of the Special Forces into pieces.

No, it should be... molten metal juice.

As for the big explosion in the air and the few pieces of coke that fell, Hitwell no longer dared to look at it.

He understood, what the hell is he willing to spare himself...

"Zola's algorithm is a program used to select insight targets..."

He surrendered resolutely, he could reason with Captain America, and fight against a beast that wiped out all members of the Special Forces with just one mouth, what could he say? !

He didn't even bother to think about where this thing came from!

"What target?"

"You, Tony Stark, Oaks Lin, Bruce Banner, an anchor in Cairo, the Deputy Secretary of Defense, a high school graduate in Iowa City, Stephen Strange, everything that threatens Hydra people!"

"No matter now or in the future!"

(End of this chapter)