[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

Now, someone who is in charge of watching me should have come, right?Bucky, did you really take the monitor apart so clean?Don't leave me one for someone to use like this!

Do you really want to call the stewed director?

I took out my mobile phone and called up the address book. There were only a few names on it: Director Braised Dan, Peggy, Sharon, and Natasha, who was in charge of interrogating me.After thinking about it again and again, I think it's better not to excite the director and the elderly Peggy, and leave this kind of manual labor to the young people.

I figured I'd have time to take stock of the loot before the men arrived, and see if there was anything to show how they found me.

The times have progressed, and protective clothing has also improved. Now, to touch the loot is not just a matter of just taking a few shots. You must slowly touch along the body to find some interlayers or inner bags.

I really didn't mean to put my hands between the dead man's legs in front of the ladies.

Don't look at me with this kind of look at me!

Bucky, come back and explain it to me!

Five steps to career change

I don't think Sharon and all her best friends in S.H.I.E.L.D. will ever see me in this lifetime.

In good conscience, no one would want to make eye contact with a pervert who is kneeling on the ground to dig out the balls of a dead body. I understand, I really understand.

But taking a step back, at least I'm a pervert with a hard time!Why won't you listen to my explanation!

"Regarding the group of people who attacked you, the bureau's investigation report."

A file with the Aegis Black Hawk printed on it was thrown in front of me. Natasha pulled the chair opposite me and sat down, with one hand on her cheek and blinking eyes at me.

"Don't you see?"

Stretching out her other hand to tap the report on the table, Natasha frowned slightly with a puzzled expression.

"Oh... oh! I'll just watch it."

I quickly picked up the report on the table and looked through it. During this period, Natasha's eyes were fixed on me, but every time my eyes crossed the report and faced her, she would just shake her head and say, "Look. Yours, it's all right."

It wasn't until I was so stared at by her that I couldn't stand it anymore, and felt as if someone had thrown a handful of thumbtacks under my butt, then I put down what was in my hand and sighed, deciding to speak clearly:

"I know you must think I'm a pervert, but..."

"What? Oh, no, I didn't think so."

Natasha quickly flapped her hand beside her ear, she really didn't seem to care about it at all.I was suddenly moved. I had a bad impression of Natasha before, because she was the first SHIELD agent to put me in a dark room, but now I think maybe I am too rigid, Natasha He is a good man with a cold face and a warm heart!

"I was just wondering why the top ten consortiums in the world would send someone to kill you. After all, to be honest, you have no other characteristics except for the outstanding attribute of old monster. Generally speaking, all attributes are on the road. Grab a handful of that."

Withdrawing the foreword, this woman is not a good person!

"If you want to think so, I have no problem."

My dry response didn't cause Natasha to show any more obvious emotion than a perfunctory snort, and an awkward silence fell between the two of us.

"However, they are said to be among the top ten consortiums in the world. They really don't have a good eye for choosing killers."

"Huh? How should I say it?"

"From the analysis of the scene, although it was surrounded by more than a dozen people, when their accomplices got their necks broken one by one, the others reacted very slowly, basically just staying put and waiting to die! Oh! , or is it because you are particularly fast or have some unknown sex skills?"

"Uh……"

"If you have any special abilities, you don't have to worry about saying that you will be cut into pieces and put on the test bench for research or something. This is SHIELD, and we specialize in dealing with such special people."

Natasha's expression looks like she's genuinely encouraging me not to worry about discrimination, everything from her eyes to the frequency of her blinking and the curve of her mouth is flawless, I even used eagle vision to see through that damn She had a strong sixth sense to confirm if she had discovered something, and was going to break my neck too.

It turned out that what I saw was still a completely normal gray, not an ally, but not an enemy either.

"Thank you for your suggestion, I have to go home and wash the floor, so I won't accompany you."

I continued to maintain a lukewarm demeanor, making it look like I was still pissed at Natasha's initial "nothing special, a lot of grabbing" evaluation, and jumped to my feet to let the chair scrape out on the floor. With a harsh sound, he picked up the folder and strode away.

"Walk slowly~ There are also new door panels that will be delivered in the afternoon."

Don't look back at Natasha's expression, just listen to her words and her tone of voice, I'm afraid everyone will think that we are such close friends.

As the person involved, I damn well feel threatened from every word she says──

I can't let her know that Bucky was there yesterday.

Natasha has met Bucky, and I'm pretty sure her stance won't make for a candlelit night of fun between the two of them.

Worst case scenario...would rather have S.H.I.E.L.D. know about the First Civilization and those Pieces of Eden (although I suspect they know at all, just don't relate to me), let Templars, Hydra, and God The Shield Bureau went to overthrow the sky for the alien inheritance, and I took Bucky away to the end of the world!

That's right, just do it!

But before I do that, I still have to study the motives of the Templars-they are not just idle and killing people.

They are a group of mysterious groups who would not raise their eyebrows even if aliens came to their doorstep.The only thing in the world that can make them go to war is when they grab the Pieces of Eden, other than playing the game of "hey, let's see if I won't kill you" with us assassins.

It just so happens that I have both options on me.

"This group of psychopaths finally developed the assassin radar..."

As I walked, I flipped through the files. The first few pages were basically the information of those killers. Everyone has a long list of qualifications for murder and arson. After all, this era is too cruel!Isn't the war over?

"Or maybe they found the right guy."

At the end of the files of the killer group, it is SHIELD who tracked down other incidents that the same group of people handled before they broke into my house. The surveillance images at night are not clear, and there are not many descriptions. This group of people is quite professional in kidnapping. of.

But for the residents of the same neighborhood, it was enough for me to recognize their last target, the friendly little fellow bartender in the tavern I frequented.

I no longer know whether to lament how small the world is, you can meet lurking assassins in any tavern, or feel that God is playing with me.

This question is too complicated, I'd better go home and bake Hell Spicy Chicken Wings...

***

The Winter Soldier went out to eat grilled wings and came back all red, and for a second Rumlow really thought it was the chili sauce spilled over.

Before he had time to find out what happened to the chicken wing night, the order from above came down again.The last time the organization slaughtered a small head of that Abu or something company as a warning, the other party actually had a strong attitude and said that even if ten of the same small heads were slaughtered, they would not hand over the alien heritage or a single hair of the alien.

So they had to kill a few more of him, this time with enough weight.

What amazes Rumlow is that the Winter Soldier is extremely positive about the task this time, and it can be said that he has overfulfilled, and the way it is done is shocking enough and the scene is scary enough.Even they themselves couldn't help going to the toilet to clear their stomachs, and it wasn't just one of them.

It turns out that occasionally letting Assets eat some chicken wings can bring such good work efficiency!

Rumlow felt that he had to record this point, provide the next and all future special operations captains as a reference, and follow suit.

──When the Winter Soldier asks for "Chicken Wing Night," say yes.

***

Natasha still looked at Enzo's seat a few minutes ago with a smile on her face, picked up her phone and pressed the speed dial.

"Agent Romanov."

"Hey, Nick. You're right, there's something wrong with our little old man."

Six steps to job change

For the sake of the great Assassin ancestor Altaïr, of course I can't let the bartender be captured by the Templars, and I can bake chicken wings at home and wait for Bucky to come to the door.And I'm also very curious about how the group of Templars can be associated with me from Damon's body?I've never declared in a high profile that I'm an assassin.

So I packed the baked chicken wings in an insulated box and put them on the window sill. There were paper strips on the bottom of the box to clearly mark the two flavors of normal spicy and super invincible hell spicy. Bucky will pick it up by himself.By the way, why do I feel that this arrangement is similar to the old lady in the apartment next door who regularly feeds the cat?

It's just that she feeds wild cats and I feed Zhan Baji.

Zhan is a cat... It's quite touching to think about it this way!

After completing these preparations, I took my equipment and prepared to go to the bar to investigate the crime scene at night.The tavern is still operating normally, and it seems that a missing bartender didn't have much impact on the pub. My regular seat at the bar has been taken by another stranger, and another small bartender is busy inside the bar. With a crew cut, roses and skulls tattooed on his arms, he looks like a young man in his early twenties, standing there wiping a cup and shaking all over his body, as if someone hid fleas on him