[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

—The footsteps stopped behind them.

In the stormy silence, the hearts of the three people suddenly reached the highest point, beating crazily.

Tony Stark held his breath, and could almost feel a slight chill hitting his back.

"Snapped--"

A crisp clap of applause suddenly sounded from behind.

"Oh!"

The light tubes in the rear corridor burst instantly, blasting out intense darkness.The corridor that had just been restored to light suddenly became darker and darker, and the explosion of the lamp tubes formed a violent sea wave and rushed towards them at an accelerated speed.

The great inventor instantly had goosebumps all over his body, and couldn't help but scream out.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!"

"what----!"

"Ghost --------!!!!"

Hydera and Charles Lester, who screamed out at almost the same time as the inventor, ran away with the inventor.

"You alien, what a fart!"

Tony Stark ran and yelled at the fastest guy ahead.

"No matter what it is, why don't you turn around and eat it???"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I just finished watching "The Conjuring" and "Latent" and I was scared!!!"

Hydera responded with a mournful face, but slowed down very conscientiously, and when the other two ran to the side, he quickly clamped one hand to fix it, and his two legs turned into the blades of the electric fan at the highest power, and they were thrown out like a windmill The afterimage took the two big men and ran away.

And the footsteps that disappeared temporarily behind the back also resounded, followed closely by the sound of the lamp tube exploding.

"what--!!!"

The screams of the three resounded throughout the corridor.

"...did you hear anything?"

Steve Rogers stopped hesitantly and looked around.

He seemed to hear screams.

"Where is the sound?"

Natasha Romanov, who was on the same team as him, stopped and listened with bated breath, but found nothing but the hum of the machine.So she waved her hands casually, teasing a little funny.

"Could it be that our captain is now so strong that he can hear ghosts?"

"...I did hear voices."

Steve Rogers said that when he was still searching for the source of the screams, he suddenly discovered something from the observation just now.

"Wait, are those things less?"

"Vashta Nerada?"

Natasha Romanov looked around, and found that the number of obviously abnormal shadows around was almost none.

"Isn't it the masterpiece of your little girlfriend?"

"...Nata."

"I know you're not going that fast - just kidding, don't be so stuffy."

Natasha Romanov shrugged and glanced at the sonic blaster in her hand.

"Seriously, Tony, who cares about fetching objects from thin air, collecting weapons, possessing advanced technology, knowing and being able to deal with creatures that we can't do anything about-call it a little special ability? I bet the thing in that girl's hand can definitely open An arsenal."

"About Hydera's situation, I probably learned something from her. To my surprise, I discovered that both the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. have concealed a lot of things-especially from me."

Steve Rogers means something.

"It makes me unhappy. Why should I lead the team on a mission if the people under him are doing their own thing?"

"Because you are the best fighter, Captain, and we need you."

"If you need me, why hide me? Fury is full of lies, and the alliance hides each other. Since you all think that you don't need to share information with your captain, then I don't deserve to be the captain. Because I can't gain your trust—and Soldiers need to trust each other, and the army also relies on trust to unite, and they cannot fight independently with evil intentions."

"......team leader."

Natasha Romanoff sighed.

"If you mean my extra mission last time, that mission has nothing to do with you, and it will not hinder the rescue mission-I will not allow this to happen."

"The principal culprit is still at large."

Steve Rogers said it declaratively, but it sounded no less than the harshest accusation to Natasha Romanoff.

"......team leader."

The red-haired agent lowered his voice, "I guess, that's it, they...no, we will hide you."

"What do you mean?"

"I understand you and admire you, but your demands are too high."

Natasha Romanoff said.

"Sometimes we need to do something that is necessary or compromised, something that may be intolerable to you, but is exactly what has to be done - we don't want you to do something that makes you uncomfortable."

Hearing this, Steve Rogers immediately glanced at the red-haired agent next to him.

"Nata, your description is very interesting... you know?"

His tone was subtle, as was the way he looked at the red-haired agent.

"The only things that make me uncomfortable are things that infringe on the freedom of the people—then tell me, what did S.H.I.E.L.D. do that will definitely make me angry?"

The red-haired agent who knew he had slipped up immediately changed the subject.

"I look at every shadow now, and my heart trembles."

Grant Bartook said suddenly.

"Don't worry about those things."

The agents in his team waved their hands casually and said, "Don't worry, even if there is something, we won't be the ones injured."

Grant Bartook showed an expression of "Sure enough".

"I knew it... so who's working on the new stuff?"

He said complainingly: "What kind of weird organization did you cooperate with again this time? The VashtaNerada is scary enough, and I already regret following it."

"Who else could it be? The one sitting at the top of the office. This time, we cooperated with a strange organization called Celephas, and brought in such a group of invisible piranhas.

"Madam's objection before is correct. These people in Celephaz look abnormal-only that guy hates Captain America so much that he doesn't mind using any means to trip him up."

The agent next to him was very clear about his boss's carelessness, and complained about it.

"You are unlucky enough. The target object followed the restless Stark and got into this mission in a daze. Just thinking about those things is enough to make people nervous, not to mention how I have seen them before. Eating..."

Speaking of this, the well-trained agents couldn't help shivering.

"The muscular man called Schwarzenegger in the Field Service Department was gnawed from the skin to the flesh between the bones, and before he even let out a scream, he turned into a bone frame and scattered all over the ground-I'm afraid it was It’s been a long time since I dared to turn off the lights and go to sleep.”

"...I didn't know that before."

Grant Bartook wiped his face.

"Speaking of which, I'm not an official team member of this mission, so I won't be regarded as a target to be eliminated by those guys, right? I don't want to scatter my bones all over the place."

"Relax."

The agent reached out, took something out of his pocket and threw it to Grant Bartook.

"This is a bioelectric disturbance device. It emits sounds far above the human hearing frequency limit, but it is very lethal to the VashtaNerada who can hear. They dare not approach you without this-fortunately, I just in case In case you bring a few more."

"Thank you." Grant Bartuk took the identifier and stuck it on the inside of his clothes, and asked casually while doing it.

"Is there anyone else in the mobile satellite pad right now?"

"Except for a few people in the current team, the rest of the launch platform are our people—as for those poor people left by S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military on the launch platform? They all went into the stomachs of those things."

Agents talked about human lives as if they were talking about a herd of pigs being slaughtered.

"It's a pity that Captain America can't be dealt with here-but maybe Tony Stark can be killed along the way?"

"I think it's okay, I've had enough of that wayward Stark."

Grant Bartook wholeheartedly agrees.

"How many people from Celephas are there?"

"Why do you have so many questions this time, Grant? Is it possible that people who have been with Stark for a long time will become [-] why?"

The agent was a little amused, reached out and lightly bumped Grant Bartuk's shoulder, and casually teased this colleague who was usually serious, rigorous, bitter, and bitter, but didn't go into details.

"There are five. It seems that they can't be too far away from this school of piranhas. In order to ensure that the whole ship is under control, they are divided into five teams to drive the school of fish. According to the grouping, there are two groups full of our people-so it is estimated that the piranhas Mermaids will go to the other three groups to prey."

Speaking of this, the slightly talkative agent paused and sighed.

"Speaking of the target you are in charge of monitoring, the name is really interesting, Hydra, Hydra... The moment the captain read her name, I thought the organization had been exposed to the public. This target is interesting. You can keep her Give it to the organization, maybe you can ask more interesting technologies.

"It's funny to say, now only the people of S.H.I.E.L.D. have completely forgotten the former enemy. They are complacent and think they are in complete control of the situation. No one remembers that Hydra's slogan is 'cut off a head, grow out Two heads'.

"By the way. Did you see the expressions of the others at that moment? It's so funny...

"I saw."

Grant Bartuk smiled, took out gloves and a sealed tactical suit from his backpack, and put them on slowly.

"You don't even know who you're praising when you say 'HailHydra'..."

Hydra's undercover agent laughed, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the dark-haired man pulling the zipper to the top.

"Why are you wearing a coat? Is it cold?"

"Hail Hydra."

Grant Batuk suddenly said, and the Hydra agent on the opposite side also conditioned to repeat:

"Hail Hy—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

"...Hydra."

Grant Bartook withdrew the saber that had slipped off his colleague's neck with an indifferent expression.Clamping down on the extra struggle, he completed the next syllable for him.

He had just cut the chattering man's neck.

"I'm not like you, I know who I'm singing about."

Grant Bartook said.

Blood gushed frantically from the severed neck.The Hydra agent whose throat was slit was speechless, and blood rushed into his mouth and nose quickly.He stared at Grant Bartuk, and could only make a vague "clack" sound, and slid weakly, unable to hold himself any longer, to the ground.

Grant Batuk also knelt on the ground on one knee, hugging his former colleague tightly from behind.

"I'm sorry for choosing such a painful death for you..."

He clung to the ear of the dying man and said softly.

"But you said the bones would be left behind by the group of piranhas. If you break the neck or punch the head, it will be troublesome if it is seen."

A series of explosive "cluck" sounds rolled from the man's throat, and more blood gushed out.

"Don't scold me, I don't want to do this either, but you won't share this with them, will you?"

The struggle in his arms gradually weakened, Grant Bartuk freed one hand, took out the bioelectric disturbance device hidden in the Hydra agent's arms and the weapon distributed by Hydera, and waved it in front of the dying man.Noticing the deep hatred suddenly bursting out from those eyes that were gradually fading, he suddenly laughed amusedly.

"Look, you talked about human life before, as if you were talking about a herd of pigs."

He laughed and said, out of breath.

"But the ugly face you're showing in the face of death...is not much better than the pig in your mouth."

After he finished laughing, he panted heavily, and patted the cheek of the person in his arms with his gloved hand, immediately staining that ordinary clean face with blood.

"I won't let you destroy...

"I won't let you destroy it."

Grant Bartook repeated it over and over, his voice getting firmer.

He didn't stop until there was no sound in his arms, and let out a slow breath.

He tossed the cooling body aside, stood up, and took off his bloodstained gloves and tactical suit.He was very careful, the clothes inside were clean, not a single drop of blood was stained, and it was completely impossible to see that he had carried out a unilateral slaughter just now.

He casually threw the discarded clothes on the corpse, squatted down, and looked at the reflection of his dilated pupils to see if there was any blood on his face.

Good, no.

He nodded, stood up and turned to leave.Near the corpse without the protection of the bioelectric disturbance device, the light immediately dimmed.

"Ah—" he suddenly thought of something, turned around and said to the place surrounded by shadows, "Also, don't say that one head will be cut off and two heads will grow back. The little princess mentioned that beheading is very painful."

No one responded to him.The darkness dissipated, leaving only a pair of clean bones on the ground, and even the clothes he dropped just now disappeared.

Grant Bartuk turned around, faced the light, and strode forward.

"Hail Hydra."

He sang in a low voice.

The author says:

Grant, fragile, naive, confused, violent, extreme, and sick Grant.

As if he wanted to protect his entire world, he said viciously, "I won't let you destroy it."

Come to my mother's arms, my little sweetheart! ! ! [screaming]

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