Marvel's I Can Control Metal

Including the Silver Medal Killer who was driving. Although he didn't look back, he could already guess something through the noise coming from the surroundings.

His face turned pale, and he stepped on the accelerator for a few minutes.

'Om'

There was a car that was already driving at high speed, but now it was running at full speed.

There was a man sitting in the passenger seat, and his voice trembled slightly as he asked. "Boss, we have 25 strongholds in New York, how many are left?"

Mrs. Gao had already thrown the communication device aside with a gloomy look on her face.

"There are three places left, Manhattan and Brooklyn."

There were originally densely lit dots of light, but now there are only three small light dots standing in place.

But it made Mrs. Gao feel chilled.

Even if those three strongholds still exist, they dare not go there at all.

Who can guarantee that they have only found 22 bases? What if they just want to deceive themselves into a trap like this?

No one can say for sure.

As a result, almost all the achievements that Mrs. Gao had accomplished in building a Hand Club branch in New York for many years were ruined.

"Contact the remaining killers, abandon the task at hand, and plan to meet at point 74."

Mrs. Gao said with cold words.

If there is a silver medal sitting in front of you, you will be contacted immediately through a secret communication device.

The minimalist communication device means that the signal will not be alerted at all, and the transmitted information will not be known to others even if it is captured.

As soon as the front of the car turned off, it drove towards the point No. 74 that Mrs. Gao said.

It was an underground bar, not that the Hand had a stronghold. Even this bar was relatively famous, and every night was a sleepless night.

Next to the bar, they have point 74, and the entrance is in the bar.

With the huge human traffic there and the killers' disguise skills, others can't detect anything unusual.

After a while, the silver medal killer in the co-pilot looked a little ugly and said, "Now there are only thirteen ordinary ones, and two silver medals. One gold medal, and there are others left, but no reply."

For members of the Hand, lack of reply can almost be equated with death.

In this way, the New York branch originally had thousands of members, but only two or three kittens were left.

There were originally five gold medal killers hidden in New York, but only the last one remained.

The Hand has power, and of course it is not like what Natasha said. There are only ten gold medal killers in the entire organization.

Globally, there are more than 20 people in the Hand organization who can be called gold medal fighters.

Among the four people brought to New York by Mrs. Gao for a job, the other one happened to come to New York and accepted Mrs. Gao's job, so he stayed temporarily.

But he didn't expect that in just a few minutes, almost all of the New York Hand would be completely destroyed.

Mrs. Gao still recalled the small figure that rushed out of the base and disappeared in a flash.

Being able to catch a person with such speed can even quickly shuttle between multiple strongholds. In this way, Mrs. Gao can almost confirm that this person has the ability to teleport.

Mrs. Gao once saw a person with such an ability. The person lost his eyes, but he could travel through space. He even deployed an energy shield that could take two people away together.

Although she is blind, she can perceive things more clearly, but Mrs. Gao has only seen such a person once.

But this time, Mrs. Gao was almost certain that the little figure soaring into the sky also possessed such abilities.

One base after another was destroyed in such a sequence, and there was no time for feedback, unless missiles directly bombed the strongholds.

Otherwise, even the army would not be so fast. It must be that one person who can do it.

If you can target the Hand in this way, then this person must have a close relationship with the Hand.

During the recent mission, Mrs. Gao silently recalled it in her heart.

"Assassinate President Michael, he doesn't know how to do this."

"Assassination of the chairman of the Leiden Group, no, no."

“Is there an Irving on Wall Street?”

"Or maybe the Black Prison Group has something to do with it?"

Mrs. Gao had several tasks in her mind, and finally set her sights on the Black Prison Group.

Because, among all the tasks, this is the only one that has tasks close to those with supernatural abilities.

But this time I just went to investigate the situation of a black prison member, but still got nothing.

There are so many secret strongholds that can be implicated in him, and it is definitely not something that a small black prison organization can find.

At least in Mrs. Gao's mind, only SHIELD may have the ability to detect so many of her bases.

But as far as she knew, Black Prison had nothing to do with how close SHIELD was. The only one that could be confirmed to have a backstage was the Brandon Group.

But the Brandon Group, one of the world's top [-] companies, can't do this at all.

"Scorching Flame Man!!"

Mrs. Gao's eyes flashed with a cold look, which sent chills down the spines of the two people driving in front of her.

Maybe Zhi Yanxia has a connection with SHIELD, but he can't do this. There aren't many people in the world who can do this.

"Golden Legend"

I don't know what came to mind, but Mrs. Gao couldn't help but murmured this name.

"Ah? Boss, what did you say?"

one person asked softly.

"Damn it, I seem to have offended someone who shouldn't be offended. There is a terminal virus in the black prison. It is a hot task!!"

Mrs. Gao seemed to have confirmed that she had an idea at this time, and her voice became even duller.

He stretched out his hand and hammered the car door on the side.

It was obvious that the car door had been modified, but there was a sudden shock, and dense snow-white cracks appeared on the bulletproof glass immediately.

On the solid car door, there is also a clear and small fist mark.

"Boss, what should we do next? Should we retreat to the headquarters first?"

The man in front of him continued to speak respectfully as if nothing had happened.

"But even if you are a golden legend, you still have to pay a price for this. Can you hold on to the Black Prison Group?"

Mrs. Gao was silent for a while, but she spoke slowly with gloomy eyes.

In my heart, I still have a voyeuristic attitude towards the powerful and desperate virus.

If there really is a formula for the Extremis virus that can be strengthened, then you only need to spend money to create a combat power that is not inferior to that of a gold medal.

Of course, Mrs. Gao just said this. In a short period of time, she did not have a complete plan and would never dare to take action.

But in her heart, she still did not give up the idea of ​​going to the black prison to steal the desperate virus.

"Who is left with a gold medal?"

"Oliver!"

"Oh? Is it her? Yes, now she should have completed the task of appointing Michael, the president of Merrill Lynch's Manhattan branch."

Mrs. Gao expressed satisfaction with Oliver's existence, which was a little bit gratifying in the tragedy.

"If so, let Oliver take action. I need accurate information from the Black Prison."

Mrs. Gao said directly.