I have a good impression of Marvel

When Sitwell opened the suitcase, five orange potions were quietly stored inside.

"This is the latest research."

"What's the success rate?"

"Ten percent"

Hearing this percentage, the bald brother couldn't help but frown and said solemnly: "This is still very low."

The woman took a sip of the whiskey in the glass, then spread her hands and said meaningfully: "What can I say? This potion is inherently unstable. Not everyone can be the lucky one to be reborn."

"Do you think so?"

In this regard, the bald brother and Crossbones, who are just running errands, are not qualified to express any opinions.

Closing the suitcase and holding it in his hand, the bald man looked at the woman and said, "Confirmation of receipt of the goods. As for your research funds, they will be in your account soon."

"Oh." The woman's eyes flashed with orange light, and then she stood up, stretched out her hand to the bald brother, and said with a smile: "Happy cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with"

The deal was completed, and Sitwell turned around and left the room without any attachment to Rumlow.

When they came to the lobby, they called several members of the special operations team. The group protected the "cargo" and stepped into the elevator they came from.

The mysterious figure who had been standing on the rooftop opposite the building disappeared without knowing when.

As soon as he left the door of the building, Rumlow waved and told one of his men: "Go and bring the car over, let's get out of this damn place."

"Yes"

Soon after, two black Mercedes-Benz cars, carrying Rumlow and his party, left Kabukicho.

The car drove south along the avenue.

Their goal was the mouth of the Tama River located at the southeastern end of Ota District, Tokyo.

A S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet has been waiting at Haneda International Airport for a long time.

Sitting in the speeding car, Rumlow glanced at the suitcase that the bald brother had been holding tightly in his arms, and then said: "I don't like these guys, they are just a bunch of lunatics."

Although he didn't like the bald head, at least the two of them were on the same side.

As for the woman just now, haha

The bald man was a little surprised when Rumlow suddenly spoke to him. He was stunned for a moment and then immediately responded: "I can see that. However, this is an order from above, and neither you nor I can change it."

"Besides, we need their research. After all, none of us can say for sure that one day we will be able to use the things in this."

As he spoke, Sitwell patted the suitcase with his hand, seeming to mean something.

Rumlow, who knew something about the medicine in the suitcase, closed his mouth when he heard these words.

A silence fell in the car.

Just when the two black Mercedes Benz left the avenue and came to a road with relatively sparse traffic, unknowingly, a dense drizzle began to fall in the sky, and it tended to gradually become heavier.

In the dark rainy night, a black figure suddenly appeared on a low building about 800 meters away in front of the road.

This strange man, who was wearing a black hooded windbreaker and a white civet cat mask, with no features at all, was holding a black AW assault rifle and pointed it forward.

Obviously, his target was the two Mercedes-Benz cars that were driving

The falling raindrops did not prevent him from setting up the sniper rifle in his hand and adjusting the scope. He put the driver of the Mercedes-Benz at the front into the crosshair of the scope.

The figure, integrated into the night, stood motionless in the rain, seeming to be calculating any impact on shooting caused by unfavorable factors such as wind speed and raindrops.

Rumuo Yi and his party who were sitting in the car never thought that a black-clad Death God was looking at them in the distance, waiting for a fatal blow.

The rain was getting heavier, and the distance between the two cars was getting closer and closer.

seven hundred meters

six hundred meters

five hundred meters

Just then, he pulled the trigger

砰

A crisp sound of gunfire, masked by the sound of rain, disappeared instantly before it started.

The flying bullets rotated crazily, shot through the falling raindrops, penetrated the space, carried a burst of wind, and accurately hit the driver of the car ahead.

With a "pop" sound, the driver sitting in the driver's seat had a big hole in his head like a watermelon that had been crushed.

Brains and blood suddenly splashed out, staining the entire car window red.

Zhi~~~Here~~~

The vehicle without the driver was like an out-of-control bison. The tires suddenly skidded, followed by a graceful drift, and directly hit a street light not far away.

boom

Under the astonished looks of Rumlow, Sitwell and others in the other car, the hit vehicle was directly hit on the roof by a fallen street light.

Judging from the dented roof of the car, the other three people in the car were also in danger.

Rumlow, who witnessed all this, did not lose his fighting instinct as a mercenary. He immediately slapped the driver's seat vigorously and shouted:

"Quickly speed up and get out of here"

However, the second blow that followed was so timely

砰

The car in which Rumlow and the bald man were in also experienced the same situation. The driver's head was opened.

However, this time, with Rumlow, a top mercenary, the lives of the remaining three people in the car were temporarily saved.

"Hell"

While yelling, Rumlow did not forget to get into the driver's seat from the back seat and kicked the headless body out of the car.

After taking over the steering wheel, he stepped on the accelerator and drove forward at full speed in a zigzag manner.

On a rainy night, on the road at one o'clock in the morning, there was a battle

Just when Rumlow increased his speed to 120 miles per hour and drove a few hundred meters away, thinking that he was out of the opponent's attack range.

砰

The third shot comes again

This time, the killer in black was not targeting the driver’s head, but the vehicle’s tires.

With a "pop" sound, the car traveling at high speed was hit by the right front wheel and instantly lost its balance.

The whole car seemed to be punched hard by a huge force and shifted to the right.

Rumlow, who held the steering wheel tightly, twisted violently in order to stop the out-of-control car.

However, things did not go as he wished

Accompanied by a harsh friction sound, the moving black Mercedes-Benz overturned.

The car rolled several times on the slippery road, and finally hit the guardrail with a "boom".

A burst of black gunpowder smoke slowly floated up from the car.

The killer standing on the rooftop did not leave. Instead, he held the gun and continued to observe the movement of the vehicle using the sight of the scope.

He seemed to have a feeling that the other party would not die so easily.