i screwed up marvel

Chapter 50 Didn't Play Well
Martin did not expect Hitterwell to be so cooperative.

Whether he grabbed his two subordinates and threatened him, or asked him to change the car, or even asked his subordinate driver to help him drive the car back, the other party agreed one by one.

At this time, Martin was a bit soft-hearted and couldn't make a move, so he chatted casually for a while.

"Well, your car is not bad."

Martin looked around, and suddenly thought of the previous thought again.

"Ha ha."

And who just said that our car cut corners?
Hitwell didn't know how to answer, and couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking, so he had to show a very friendly smile.

"Do you have monitors, locators or something like that here?"

Martin knocked here, touched there, and asked curiously.

Sitwell suddenly felt that he understood: "You are afraid that others will hear our conversation, so you keep silent? In fact, you can rest assured...

Well, there's a locator and instant communicator under the front armrest box, plus a monitor in the rearview mirror. "

Martin poked his head forward, pouted his hips and yanked the equipment off.

"Okay, so I can feel more at ease." Martin opened the car window and threw it outside.

Sitwell smiled slightly: "Now that you are relieved, let's start officially, talk about your purpose or request, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

Martin nodded: "Pick the important ones first, I want this car."

Hitwell opened his mouth unexpectedly, and said after a while: "...No problem, then?"

Martin blinked and said embarrassedly, "Then it's... to kill you."

Sitwell: "..."

The first thought in his head was that I was not as important as a car.

A smile appeared on Martin's face: "Man, help me, try not to look at me!"

Sitwell: "No! I..."

Martin couldn't bear the terrified eyes of the other party first, turned his head sideways, covered his sight with one hand, and punched the other party's neck with a fist with the other hand.

Hitwell was out of breath, blushing and reached out to touch a position in the back seat, making a "drinking" sound in his mouth.

He wisely didn't try to break the opponent's fist that was pressing down on him, because he knew it would be futile.

He tried to find an emergency button at the back. After pressing it, the "anti-hijacking mode" will be turned on. The car will immediately open all the windows and doors, and at the same time, a partition lever will be forcibly raised in the middle of the seat.

The small alloy lever can generate several tons of force under the action of the hydraulic press, and it can also bring up a small piece of bulletproof glass, which is enough to temporarily isolate him from the opponent.

This is a secret modification handled by Hydera engineers.

But I touched it a few times and couldn't find it...

It's clearly here...

and many more!

I changed cars!

Damn, he even knows that!

Hitwell's consciousness gradually blurred, his eyes were full of fear of death and nostalgia for life.

Martin did not look Hitterwell in the eye.

When the fingers and phalanges pierced the opponent's Adam's apple, he already clearly felt that this guy's life had entered the countdown.

Later, the guy was still struggling, and he squeezed the opponent's trachea and arteries tightly until there was no longer any gas and liquid flow in the opponent's neck.

Martin turned his head sideways, stretched out his hand and caressed the other person's face down, making sure that the other person had closed his eyes, and then turned his head to take a look.

After a few minutes.

Martin supported Sitwell, as if helping a drunk out of the car, and said apologetically to the stunned agents outside:

"Guys, I'm sorry, I don't know if you're loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D. or to your bald boss, but Fury asked me to execute him, he's a traitor."

Martin looked at the agent who was starting to panic, raised his hand, and said soothingly: "Don't be nervous, you can contact Coulson, it's the task he issued for me."

As he spoke, he also took out his mobile phone and showed the text message Coulson had sent him to the two agents in front of him.

"If you have any ideas, please communicate with your superiors as soon as possible, or the superiors' superiors, um, maybe the secret superiors."

Martin handed Hitwell to the agent closest to him, turned around and opened the car door: "I'll drive this car away, please squeeze."

Martin drove away in the big black off-road vehicle he had envied before.

Not long after driving, he heard a burst of gunshots and braked quickly.

Looking in the rearview mirror, the seven agents had been divided into two groups, lying on both sides of the road or hiding behind the car and began to shoot at each other.

Someone has been shot and fell to the ground.

"It started so quickly."

Martin shook his head and sighed. He couldn't tell which group was good and which group was Hydra, so he didn't dare to approach rashly.

I had to step on the accelerator again and drive away.

I passed by the supermarket and bought some lettuce, rapeseed, shiitake mushrooms, enoki mushrooms, mutton and beef.

Picked up some seasonings.

When we got back to the lab, Betty's car was already here.

Martin was holding the big brown paper bag, and he remembered when he saw Betty: "Honey, I forgot one thing, there is no pot in the laboratory!"

Betty couldn't help but patted her forehead: "I forgot too."

At this time, a weak voice sounded: "There is a sterilizing pot here, why don't you just use it?"

Betty looked over with a happy face: "Yes!"

Martin looked at the security guard who still had some bruises on his face, and nodded with a smile: "Did you find something?"

The white security guard immediately took out a list, pointed to a table behind him and said: "This is the suspicious equipment that was taken down, a total of 13, including monitoring and data transmission devices directly embedded in the device memory."

Although Martin doesn't specialize in electronic equipment, he has also been engaged in equipment maintenance for several years after all. He glanced at the list and compared a few things on the table to understand: .

"In fact, the original equipment did not need these things at all, and it must have been installed later."

The white man nodded uncontrollably.

Martin waved to him: "You can go."

The white security guard immediately ran away without looking back as if he had been pardoned.

Martin and Betty smiled at each other and started preparing dinner.

Martin bought a lot of things, so he cooked a pot of spicy hot pot for the soldiers on duty outside.

Several young soldiers couldn't help thanking them, and they ate their mouths full of red oil in a short while.

When Martin was about to eat hot pot, he received a serious call from Coulson.

Coulson accused him of being a murderer, misappropriating the name of the chief, and threatening to call the police.

Martin yelled at the phone, and finally said: "I have his mobile phone in my hand, do you want it?"

"want!"

"Shut up!"

Martin returned to the hot pot and sat down.

"What's wrong? It's still about S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Betty asked.

Martin nodded: "It's Coulson. I had an argument with him just now, and now I calm down and think about it, and I regret it."

Betty: "Huh?"

Martin: "Didn't play well."

Betty laughed out loud.

Martin also shrugged with a smile: "You see, this is the distress of good people. They are either calling trash or someone who is special. At most, they are called the shit shield bureau."

Betty covered her mouth and laughed: "It's really nothing new."

(End of this chapter)