i screwed up marvel

Chapter 49

The director's room in the tri-curved wing building.

Nick Fury folded his hands and pressed his chin, watching the busy S.H.I.E.L.D. employees outside, his one-eyed flickering dimly, thinking about how many of these people had been infiltrated.

After a while, he called Natasha: "End your current mission, come back and help me keep an eye on a few people."

Natasha replied in an unfriendly voice: "As long as they don't bump my nose."

After speaking, I hung up.

Director Fury tapped his fingers on the phone, thought for a long time, and picked up the phone again: "Let all agents above level [-] report their locations and remind them to pay attention to safety."

After a while, Chief Fury found the name "Sitwell" in a long list of location information, and sent the information to Coulson on his mobile phone.

Coulson replied: "Are you sure you want to hand it over to MK?"

He used MK as an interim code name for Martin King.

Fury recovered just one word: "Execute."

Of course he wants to solve internal problems by himself, but he has no spare power now, and his capable subordinates have been getting into various tasks inexplicably recently.

Giving the information to Martin can not only make friends with the other party, but also get rid of Hitwell, a potential threat.

All he has to do is stand aside and keep an eye on Hitterwell to see if he can catch a "big fish" that hides deeper.

And the person in charge of this task is Natasha.

At this time, in the future laboratory of "BBM", the staff of the security company are still fighting with bruises and injuries, trying to use their hard work to win the recognition of customers.

This client doesn't complain...

He did it directly.

After Martin helped Betty adjust several devices, he began to recall:
Sitwell, when I heard the name, I felt that it was not a good thing, and I still had some impressions in my memory, most of which were Hydra.

Especially that guy is still under the stewed egg.

Braised Dan's subordinates are either good or bad.

Well, there is nothing wrong with this idea.

Not long after, Coulson sent a text message with an address information on it.

Martin checked the location, calculated the time, and felt that there was time before dinner, so he greeted Betty: "Honey, I'm going out for a while, what do you want for dinner?"

"Bring some food and meat when you come back, let's eat hot pot directly in the laboratory."

"Okay, I'll be back before dark."

The distance of more than 100 kilometers is not short. Fortunately, there are not many vehicles on the road, and there are few signal lights on the interstate highway.

The handsome bald-headed Sitwell is leading the two younger brothers out of the gate.

When they got into the car, Martin drove along quietly.

"The S.H.I.E.L.D. car is really impressive. It's not doing business with a lot of money."

Martin followed the other side closely, looking at the two large black off-road vehicles in front of him, he couldn't help complaining.

The previous conference building was already far away from the downtown area, but after driving for a while, it entered a deserted suburban road.

At this time, the two off-road vehicles in front suddenly turned their heads neatly, the tires under their feet creaked, and they bumped against Martin's car in the blink of an eye.

Two black-clothed agents with submachine guns got out of one of the cars and shouted to Martin:

"Get off! Get off!"

"Raise your hands!"

Martin sat there speechless, motionless, raised his hand and asked loudly, "Are you asking me to get out of the car or to raise my hand? How can I open the door by raising my hand?"

One of the agents came up annoyed and opened the car door, took two steps back and yelled at Martin: "Stop talking nonsense, get out of the car immediately!"

Martin pouted, and slowly got out of the car with his hands raised: "Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you, as long as you are obedient."

As he said that, he pinched the two guns pointed at him with both hands: "I'm really afraid that you guys will shoot at Betty's car. Also, I just bought this suit."

"What are you doing! Don't move!"

The young agent clearly hadn't figured it out yet.

"WTF! What are you!"

The other black-clothed agent had already recognized the situation and calmed down.

Martin smiled slightly at the knowledgeable agent: "Thank you for your cooperation."

As he spoke, he grabbed the other party's collar and stood in front of him. At the same time, he grabbed the young agent's neck with the other hand and twisted it forcefully.

The young agent still wanted to struggle, and hit Martin with the gun in his hand, but Martin's powerful little hands twisted his cervical spine and dislocated it.

"Oops-"

The young agent held up his submachine gun awkwardly, but his body had to succumb to the severe pain, and tears and snot flowed down instantly.

Hitwell looked at the young man who hijacked two of his subordinates and walked over outside the car, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly searched the identity of the other party in his memory.

Taking care of his new clothes, Martin used the two agents as a shield, walked to the car of the bald Hydra in his memory, and knocked on the door.

Hitwell had already considered for a long time when the other party came over. He knew that according to the strength of the other party in the intelligence, these people were not opponents at all without preparation.

But he didn't want to run away either.After all, the other party did not directly kill two of his subordinates, so he should still have good intentions.

In this case, once you order the driver to drive away, you may misunderstand the other party and endanger your life.

Thinking of this, he asked his subordinates to open the window on the other side.

"Hello, Mr. Jin! I'm on the left side of the car, if you don't mind, please wait for me to move."

"Ah, sorry, I remember wrong."

Martin smiled awkwardly, and said, "You don't need to move, I'll go straight up."

With that said, he stretched out his hand to pull the car door.

Bang!

Martin looked at the doorknob in his hand and scratched his head with a dry smile: "You cut corners on this car, it seems that you have embezzled official funds."

Hitwell was taken aback by the loud noise, and then saw the doorknob in Martin's hand. After hearing his words, he said with a smile: "Equipment procurement is not under my jurisdiction, wait a moment, I will That opens the door."

Martin shook his head: "Forget it, let's change to this car."

He pointed to another S.H.I.E.L.D. off-road vehicle and said.

"Ha ha."

Hitwell nodded helplessly, as long as you are happy.

He opened the door and got out, waving to his men in the other car.

This time, no unsightly agent came out to stop them, and the guns on their bodies were all pointing down. They opened the door and got out of the car in a hurry, and stood aside in a hurry.

Martin patted the driver who was about to get off, and said, "Help, buddy, drive my car back. You should know the new laboratory I took over."

He looked at the driver with hesitant eyes, and said displeasedly: "Don't look at your boss, your bald boss is now my hostage, that's right, it is the laboratory of the experimental project that your boss was in charge of before."

Hitwell stared and touched his bald head, regretting that he didn't leave directly.

The other party is planning to have a long talk!
And it seems that he already knows about the small tricks that S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra uses this laboratory to do.

Hitwell waved helplessly to the driver: "Go."

Then he gave a "be smarter" wink.

Then the two sat in the back seat.

Martin said with a serious face: "A question first, I deliberately covered myself with a hat and sunglasses, and Betty's car should not be in your surveillance range. How did you find out that I was following you?"

Hitwell looked over speechlessly: "Didn't you realize that this road has been walked twice?"

Martin: "Is there?"

Sitwell: "Yes!"

"really have?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)