Marvel's Chronicle of Multiverse Warfare

In Central, Hong Kong, at the Wellington Hotel, a business banquet was gradually unfolding on the top floor of the hotel.

Under the night, the lights are bright, and there are well-dressed men and women everywhere, men in suits and leather shoes, and women with beautiful women.

No one noticed that at this moment, two sniper rifles were pointed at someone at the banquet from different positions.

"Zhao Zhou is right, Gazi is indeed here." Rick Mason saw Gazi Rashid through the sniper scope, but he just passed by and turned the sniper scope in another direction.

They are all veterans, and naturally know that in this case, locking the target for a long time will only make the target alert in advance, and will not be of any substantial help at all. As long as the target is always within the scope of the sniper scope, Being able to shoot and attack at any time is enough.

"He just had a drink. I saw him and other people we knew." Rick Mason confirmed again.

"Want to hear something interesting?" Michael Rossi's sniper scope just scanned Ghazi Rashid, and then said: "It seems that everyone here seems to think that the added name is Jonathan Brandon... Well, Gage’s father is actually American, so maybe that’s his real name.”

The sound of two companions chatting with each other came from the earphones, but Captain Marvel did not interrupt.

She saw Gazi Rashid, the man who almost killed her back then. Carol was not broad-minded. Now that the opportunity had come, she would naturally not give up revenge.

But tonight, she felt uneasy for no reason. She felt something was wrong, but she couldn't find out what it was.

Or to be more precise, something is wrong everywhere.

Everything went so smoothly, so frighteningly smoothly, as if someone had turned Gazi Rashid into a dish and placed it directly in Carol's face.

Inexplicably, Carol felt waves of uneasiness, as if stepping out of the shadows into the light meant that she had completely entered a trap.

However, before that, both Carroll himself and his companions Rick Mason and Michael Rossi conducted detailed investigations and came to the same conclusion: there was no problem tonight.

Is there really no problem?At the last moment, Carol touched her right hand, and a white gold and diamond ring fell into her palm.

Although she didn't know what the ring did, Carol still put the ring on her left middle finger.

At this moment, Carol felt inexplicably at ease. Then she took a step forward and saw that the person had appeared in the noisy banquet.

"I have to admit, Carol, you looked very nice tonight." Rick Mason's voice sounded on the communication channel.

Tonight, Carol wore a black and red dress, showing off her graceful figure.

Carroll was not happy about the compliments from his companions: "Don't say that these are some or not. Keep an eye on the target carefully. Gage left his companions."

"Carol, is that a ring you're wearing on your finger?" Michael Rossi's voice suddenly sounded. He keenly observed something different about Carol. Even her clothes were fine, but she was wearing a ring on the middle finger of her left hand. That is an internationally accepted symbol representing engagement.

"How's it going? Is it an accident? It's an accident. Only in this way can we completely confuse the opponent." Carol found an excuse to deal with it, but he always felt that someone was staring at the ring on her hand.

Carol is always walking dozens of meters away from Jiaqi. She can always ensure that she is standing in the blind spot of Jiaqi's sight without being seen by him. Carol has used this identification skill for a long time. How much, after all, she herself was trained in the Air Force Special Forces.

Suddenly, Carol frowned, and she felt an uncontrollable surge of excitement in her body. Following closely, Carol walked directly to Gage's bodyguard, holding a wine glass as if she wanted to chat with him. .

Rick Mason saw this scene and immediately became anxious: "What are you doing, Carol!"

"Relax, Rick, I can handle thugs in evening clothes." As he spoke, Carol had already moved closer to Gage's bodyguard, smiling and chatting with him, without any signs of anything strange on his face.

At this time, Rick Mason could only change the communication and said to Michael Rossi: "Rossi, if I remember correctly, we are simply following and monitoring tonight. What does she want to do?"

"She's fine, Mason. She can still handle this small situation. Let her go." Michael Rossi didn't know whether he knew Carol or was very indulging in him. He easily Acquiesced to everything Carol was doing now.

At this moment, Rick Mason didn't know what to say. He hated this kind of thing the most. Obviously they had a detailed plan, and as long as they executed it according to the plan, they would be able to achieve their goals, but now, inexplicably, something started to happen. Branches grew out of the knot.

If everyone is like this, then what’s the point of making plans in the future? It’s better to just mess around from the beginning.

For some reason, Rick Mason felt a little uneasy in his heart. He and Carol had dealt with each other more than once, and being able to trust each other so much now was enough to prove that they had a full understanding of each other, but now, Carol Rolle doesn't look like Carol anymore.

A trace of misunderstanding flashed in Rick Mason's mind, and he immediately forgot about this setback, because in this very short period of time, Carroll had already put Gazi Rashid's The bodyguard was thrown into the utility room without anyone noticing.

It was at this time that Carroll walked directly to Gachi Rashid: "You guys, rest first. I'm going to talk to Gachi to see what he is busy with these days. I don't want to Let this big guy interrupt me.”

Speaking directly, Carol was already holding the champagne in her hand, turning around and coming to Gazi Rashid.

The two looked at each other and smiled politely. Carol raised her glass and said casually, "Hello, I'm Katherine, Katherine Donovan."

Carol's English accent, coupled with her very colorful dress, made her confident that she would not be recognized by Gazi Rashid, whom she had met decades ago.

A sneer flashed in Gachi Rashid's eyes, followed by a smile on his face, he raised Carol's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

"Nice to meet you, beautiful lady." Gachi Rashid stopped the waiter on the side very politely, took two glasses of new wine from above, kept one for himself, and handed the other to Carol.

Carol put only half of the champagne she drank on the waiter's tray, and then looked at Gazi Rashid with a half-smile: "Hello, Gachi!"

Carol actually called out Gachi Rashid's name. Her words made Rick Mason, who was in charge of surveillance on the rooftop of the distant building, change his face instantly. He quickly raised the sniper in his hand. The gun and the sniper scope were fixed on Ghazi Rashid. If the other party made any rash move, he would shoot immediately.

Did Gachi Rashid expect that Carol would be so direct? He said with a stern expression, "I think you confused me with someone else. Madam, my name is not Gachi."

"Gachi means conqueror, what a strong name, but it was given to such a weak and stupid person." Carol spoke this time, all in Arabic, and Gachi Rashid's face instantly changed. A change.

He never thought that Carol could speak Arabic. He had interrogated her for so long and never discovered this.

That's right, Gazi Rashid recognized Carroll almost at a glance. Not to mention that for so many years, he himself was imprisoned in an unknown corner by the CIA because of Carroll, not to mention that he and Carroll He himself has aged differently over the years. In more than 20 years, Carroll has hardly changed at all.

Such a beautiful person looks very familiar. As an agent, or a shrewd terrorist, if he still can't recognize Carol's identity, then he really deserves to be killed.

"Otherwise, do you remember how I opened your computer and copied your information from it? Gachi, you tried very hard to kill me afterwards, and I thought you would have killed me long ago. Today In the evening, we should have a frank talk about what happened back then."