Swart in Marvel

bang bang

"Who?" Wormil was watching TV in the room. He heard someone knocking on the door and instantly felt something was wrong.

But he did not immediately use the peephole to see who was outside, because the peephole could also be hidden.

Instead, he climbed up to the attic slightly and observed who was outside through the miniature camera placed on the peephole of the house opposite.

He thought it was the CIA, the FBI, or even S.H.I.E.L.D. But he never thought it was Rumlow wearing a plumber's uniform.

After knowing who it was, I could feel relieved. I immediately climbed down to the attic, cleaned up the traces, took off my coat, messed up the bedding, rubbed my red eyes, and messed up my hair. It didn't matter if it was messy or not, because Warmir had an afro.

"Why are you here Rumlow? Come in."

Rumlow followed Wormeer into the room and took out the phone in his arms: "Mr. Pierce wants to talk to you."

"Pierce, what does he want to see me for?" Vormir's hand stretched out in the air suddenly froze.

"Mr. Pierce needs to talk to you and discuss the action plan. You also know that Whitehall is a bit strong now." Rumlow seemed to have already expected this reaction from Vormir, and he took his time. Explain it.

But Vormir was relieved. It turned out that they were just discussing the plan, not that his purpose was exposed.

He took the satellite phone from Rumlow's hand and dialed the only number inside.

Pierce, who was in a meeting, suddenly felt a slight vibration in his chest, and he knew it was a call from Warmill.

"I apply for a suspension." Pierce stood up, interrupted the Secretary of Defense, and pointed to his cell phone to indicate that there was an incoming call.

After getting permission from the Minister of Defense, he hurriedly left the conference room and walked to the window outside with the staff on his back.

When no one was paying attention, he reached out and pressed the answer button on the satellite phone on his chest, and said loudly: "I know, I'm in a meeting now and I'll call you when I'm done."

Then, he pretended to hang up the phone and trotted back to the conference room.

When Vermil heard what Pierce said, he naturally knew that it was not convenient for her there, so he put the satellite phone on the table: "Wait, Pierce, it's not convenient now. There is food in the refrigerator. You can take what you want. I'll go there again." Get some sleep, I’m so sleepy.”

Rumlow: ""

Although Rumlow wanted to teach the man in front of him who desperately needed a beating, his reason told him that if he didn't want to be killed by Pierce, he had to resist his unrealistic idea.

Because Vormir does not represent himself personally, but the entire South American Hydra.

In the end, Rumlow just stayed in the living room, waiting for Pierce's call.

"I've taken the bait for Pierce, and I'll follow the original plan."

"Well, the plan remains the same, but how you deal with that phone call next depends on you."

"learn."

After closing the dialog box with the mysterious man on the computer, Vermier looked at Rumlow, who was sitting quietly on the sofa without any movement, and he had an idea in his mind.

Once again, he cleaned up the traces of entering the attic and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze. What he was thinking about was how to communicate with Pierce later.

After all, the mysterious man didn't give him a plan on how to trick Pierce out.

In other words, the plan to cooperate with Pierce to kill Whitehall requires Vormir to use his own brain.

"It can't be too perfect, and it can't have too many loopholes. It also needs to take into account Whitehall's actions and the power he has."

Vormir felt his scalp numb when he thought about this, but finally fell asleep in a daze.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Warmil was woken up by a knock on the door. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, got up and opened the door: "What are you doing?"

"Lord Pierce is calling." Rumlow handed the phone to Wormier.

"I see"

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The phone that Rumlow was holding was snatched away by Warmill, and he was rejected.

Although he was very angry, he had to endure it because this was the highest-level meeting of Hydra and he was not qualified to observe it.

"Tell me, how do you want to cooperate?" Pierce asked straight to the point without any nonsense.

Vormir was confused for a moment: "Shouldn't I be the one to ask about cooperation? But your man named Rumlow mentioned it first?"

"But he told me that you mentioned it first."

The two of them fell into silence one after another, feeling that their two supreme leaders were actually tricked into doing anything they wanted by a big-headed soldier with a simple mind and well-developed limbs.

"If we don't talk about this now, since you and I are interested in cooperating, why not finalize the specific content now?" Pierce asked.

"It's just what I want." Of course Vormil agreed to this proposal. It would be best if the entire plan was designed by the Americans. In this case, Vormil only needs to tell the mysterious man the overall plan and does not need to perform any other operations.

"But I need to mention one thing, that is, intelligence work requires your cooperation. I do not have such a developed intelligence network in North America."

"Well, how about I make the plan and you and Rumlow execute it?"

"Of course." In fact, Warmil is very satisfied with this decision. Even if the entire project is handed over to them, it is not impossible. Warmil is still happy and relaxed.

After some urgent consultations, the two people determined the battle plan and the distribution of benefits after the two sides killed Whitehall at noon.

The final result is of course that everyone is happy

After the discussion, Warmill finally hung up the phone and found Rumlow, who had been staying in the living room: "We will start taking action tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I ask you to organize technical personnel immediately to find the specific location of Whitehall."

Rumlow didn't expect that the plan would come so early.

"You can start tomorrow, don't you need to wait any longer?"

"No need, just stick to the original plan. These are the results of discussions with Pierce."

After hearing this, Rumlow had to put away his playfulness and start to take this matter seriously.

No more, no less, exactly the next day, the intelligence team personnel told Warmill: "Traces of Whitehall have been found in Room 20, Apartment 47, No. 306 Second Street"

"Well, good Rumlow, it's time for us to get ready for action."

Rumlow received Warmier's instructions and called a large number of backups. This was specially authorized by Pierce, fearing that he and Warmier would not be able to handle Whitehall.

"Let's go, go early and come back early, and come back in the evening to eat delicious food."

"it is good"

Rumlow responded softly and followed behind Vormir.