Just as Alan was thinking about what had happened recently and what it would do for the future, he suddenly frowned and turned his head sharply to look in the direction of the door.

"Alan...."

Eren raised his hand to stop Natasha from speaking.

And just when Nick Fury didn't know that he was on the phone outside and had just entered the door after giving orders, he happened to see Allen's raised hand.

He just wanted to speak, but suddenly sensed something, and looked back behind him sharply, and suddenly his eyes widened at the boss.

"Boom, boom, boom!!!"

A continuous and huge explosion sounded, and the gray single-family safe house was instantly shattered in the explosion.

At the same time, on the spacious lawn not far away, I don't know when dozens of heavily armed S.H.I.E.L.D. special operations personnel appeared.

Seeing the small single-family gray bungalow in front of them, destroyed in dozens of grenades, the special operations team unloaded the grenade eggshell and quickly replenished the grenade from the cartridge belt from the waist.

"Sir, the target has been destroyed!" said a squad leader-looking man beside Sitwell.

Sitwell was dressed in a formal suit, and the vigilance on his face was not relaxed in the slightest because of the appearance that was going very smoothly in front of him.

can cause the results in front of him, he himself knows, it is the enemy could not have imagined, they will appear here.

He said in a deep voice, "One more round!"

The leader of the special combat team next to him did not hesitate, and immediately shouted loudly to the heavily armed special combat team members in front of him: "Launch!"

Bang bang..... In an instant, dozens of grenades fell towards the small bungalow a hundred meters away again.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

More than ten seconds after the grenade baptism, the dust settled again.

Agent Sitwell, dressed in a suit, was relieved to see the re-baptism of the grenade, and there was still no movement on the other side.

It's not as dangerous as imagined, yes, although the other party is also a superpower, but after all, he doesn't know the Hulk..... Sitwell thought to himself as he relaxed.

He waved his hand, and suddenly, under the leadership of John Pitt, the leader of the special combat team, dozens of meters of special combat team members, holding steel guns, slowly approached the small single-family house that had collapsed after being baptized by grenades.

To die is to see people, and to live is to see corpses.

Sitwell did not dare to disobey his commander's orders. That's a real big man, and in front of him, any director of S.H.I.E.L.D. has to take down his black head.

Sitwell, standing behind him, did not follow the special forces.

Captain John Pitt led dozens of heavily armed special operators to the ruins and searched them.

The house has been blown up, but due to the structure of the house, most of which are wooden structures, it is not particularly difficult to investigate.

"Captain, there's a basement down here!" soon someone whispered into Captain John's ear.

Captain John frowned, came to the entrance of the basement, and raised his hand to signal everyone to be careful, while making some movements with his hands.

The ten special operators nodded, and together they took out the grenades from their bodies, and a dozen grenades were immediately thrown into the basement below.

"Bang bang bang !!" grenades made a dull explosion in the basement.

Captain John waved his hand and motioned for some of the people to go down and check.

After the 10 special operators went down, the others stayed on the ruins of the small western-style building to continue their vigilance.

"Captain, it's all like this, this person is scum....." One of the special operators said to Captain John Pitt beside him, while on guard.

John didn't let his guard down, years of experience had taught him to be in awe at all times, and he scanned around with a steel gun.

"Don't let your guard down, Lowell, this will save your life...."

"Rowell?" Captain John turned his head to look at his subordinate, and suddenly, his eyes widened, and the subordinate named Rowell covered his neck with his hands.

Slowly, blood was pouring out of his neck.

The entrance to the basement seemed to have been touched by a thick layer of steel.

"Really, wasting my Phantom Armor...."

Captain John suddenly heard a man speak in a somewhat disgruntled tone.

"Enemy...."Captain John was about to shout, but found that he could not speak, and he touched his neck with his hand.

"Blood...... I got my throat cut..."Captain John understood what was happening at the same time.

I also saw that the enemy on the opposite side moved, and suddenly the gunfire in the ruins was loud, and the special combat team members above were turned into stumps and broken arms in the gunfire, and the devil seemed to be like a wolf in the flock, cruelly hunting his prey.

"Uh......"

Alan looked at the dozen or so fully armed people lying on the ground, and he had already recognized them from the equipment on their bodies, they were the special operations team of S.H.I.E.L.D. And as far as he knew, the S.H.I.E.L.D. special forces had been almost completely infiltrated by Hydra, in other words, everyone in it was a Hydra.

With a move in his ears, Alan quickly bent down to pick up a few grenades from the dead special operators on the ground, pulled them apart and threw them through the small hole in the entrance to the basement of the safe house.

Bang bang bang!!

It's miserable.... Allen's perception clearly told him that the dozen or so of the fourteen special operators he had locked up in the basement had died in the explosion of grenades.

Outside the safe house, as soon as the gunshots rang out, Sitwell uttered a word of thanks, and was about to retreat alone.

Shet, I knew, I knew those superpowers weren't that easy to deal with.... As he ran, Sitwell cursed frantically.

After running 100 meters, he came to the convoy parked on the road for 100 years and got into his own silver-white car.

As the car caught fire, Sitwell opened the window, looked at the smoke, and prepared to leave the place and report back to Chief Pierce.

"This path you've chosen isn't a good one, Mr. Agent Sitwell. ”

Suddenly, a man's calm male voice rang out from the back of Sitwell's head.

Sitwel's body stiffened, and his hands quickly moved towards the inside of his suit.

Suddenly, I felt the cold metallic texture against the back of my head.

There is a gun pointed at his head .... Sitwell's forehead was suddenly covered with sweat.

He slowly raised his hands.

In the back of the car, Nick Fury pointed the pipe in his hand at Sitwell's head, and when he saw the other party's stiff raised hand, he smiled lowly and leaned forward slightly.

From in front of Sitwell, he took out the pistol on Sitwell's chest.

Fury saw that he had succeeded, squinted at the pistol in his hand, and put the metal pipe in his left hand into his mouth: "Turn around, Sitwell." ”

Sitwell obediently turned around, saw the one-eyed, black-skinned, leather-clad man behind him, and swallowed: "Fury.... Director...."