Outside the venue of the party, the area within 100 meters was controlled by the strong intervention of various forces in just a few minutes.

Helicopters and armored vehicles circled the inside and outside three times, and countless armed men seemed to carry out rescue operations, and also used night vision equipment to block and guard the scene with weapons.

A symbol of peace.

After hearing these four words, Stanley's whole person seemed to be crushed by this title, and it seemed that he had been drained of his strength all of a sudden, his eyes were empty and dull, his hands and feet couldn't help trembling, and his old face was pale without a trace of blood.

Perhaps the young people of the new era have learned a little from the history books and the sculptures on the streets, and regard that person as a spiritual symbol of the national level, or a heroic idol or a legend.

But only the older generation, who lived through World War II, can truly understand what the symbol of peace represents.

It was the light of a dark age, the strongest fighting power on earth, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a god.

"Mr. Ka, it's actually that one." Stanley muttered bitterly to himself, and laughed strangely, laughing that he was too anxious and stupid, and that he had foolishly provoked the least person to provoke.

Stanley's gaffe was not noticed by the representatives of the various forces, and at this time their attention was all focused on the entrance of the party.

Just as they were about to let the special forces and agents in first, a slight noise buzzed in the night sky overhead, coming from the engines and turbulent air currents, sharper and more powerful than the propellers of helicopters.

When everyone looked up in disbelief, a black steel fighter broke away from the stealth camouflage and suddenly appeared in the air less than fifty meters away, forcing more than a dozen military helicopters to give way and quickly and gently landing on the lawn at the entrance of the party.

The cabin deck opened down, and a middle-aged man with one eye, a bald head, and dark skin, dressed in a black trench coat, stepped out domineeringly, followed by Coulson, who was holding up the suit plump.

"Former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury."

Seeing the comer, the faces of the representatives of each bureau suddenly changed, and they hurriedly gave a respectful salute.

Insiders know that Nick Fury was Major General Kyle's right-hand man when he held the military and was brought up during World War II.

Now that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s authority and scale are getting bigger and bigger, Nick Fury, as the former director, has faintly inherited the name of 'God of Killing', and secretly travels around the world to fight, causing headaches for the remnants of Hydra and terrorists.

"What are you doing here?" Fury stepped forward, not angry, but threatening, and his eyes scanned the large number of armed men at the entrance of the party.

"Mr. Fury, we heard that there are armed terrorists inside, and we plan to let the armed soldiers in first." Rhodes, a representative of the military, explained.

"Terrorists?" When Fury heard this, he grinned and asked in a deep voice, "If that person is inside, why do you need your soldiers to help?" If a few guns can threaten him, how did he get his name as a symbol of peace!? ”

The representatives of all sides were silent, indeed, even elementary school students knew that the symbol of peace was a symbol of national strength, and one person represented the top combat power during World War II!

"Let the rest of your men stay outside, and you guys will come in with me." Fury shrugged, and without waiting for them to respond, he walked vigorously towards the party venue.

At this moment, inside the party, the huge and luxurious dance hall fell into a dead silence after the song ended.

After the final dance beat, Kyle wrapped one hand around the soft waist of the rain pupils, and calmly raised his eyes to look at the enemies around him who kept shooting until they emptied their magazines.

The six terrorists were all masked, and no one could see their expressions, but the hands holding the pistols were trembling slightly, and the cold sweat was wetting the hoods and clothes, and they were wet, blowing under the cold wind of the air conditioner, and their bodies and hearts were so cold that they couldn't do it.

With their meagre knowledge, it was clear that they could not comprehend what was happening in front of them—no matter how many shots were fired, no bullets could break through, even if they were close to the target.

A pistol that can easily endanger the lives of ordinary people is as ridiculously useless as a child's toy in front of Kyle and Rain Hitomi.

It's the same thing that ants can move objects that are fifty times heavier than themselves, but the power can never shake humans!

"Run! Separate and escape! ”

The terrorist's leader chattered his teeth and spit out this action command in fear, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a red-haired woman wearing a black and gold mask in the style of a demon's smiley face and a one-piece dark leather coat.

"Where to escape?" The woman in black stood behind him at some point, less than a meter away, and met her cold gaze.

Not only the team leader, but the other five terrorists were also surprised to find that there were also one or two masked black-clothed men standing behind them, or wearing vibranium arm guards, or carrying sodium-carbon steel swords, all equipped with energy pistols, and silently standing behind them.

"Leave a living mouth." As if announcing the decree of death, the rain pupils were as cold as frost, and the silver pupils of the beautiful eyes were dim.

Dozens of bullets in the levitation fell to the ground with a clang, and at the same time, the crisp sound of a piece of bone breaking sounded.

The five terrorists had no room for resistance, and were simultaneously twisted and broken necks, lying lifeless on the cold ballroom floor.

The leader of the team was simply knocked unconscious, tall and strong as a bear, and the slender hands of the woman in black lifted it, threw it backwards and smashed it on a table.

After doing all this, the men in black collectively knelt on one knee excitedly and saluted Kyle in unison: "Hello master!" ”

"It's not too late." Kyle smiled indifferently and let go of the hand that was wrapping around the waist of the rain pupil.

The beautiful eyes of the rain pupils flashed a little strange, and there was a hint of reluctance, but soon they disappeared without a trace, restoring the clear disclosure of jewels.

Kyle took off his sunglasses, his golden eyes flickered, and his eyes focused on the woman in black, whose bright red shawl hair still directly revealed her true identity.

Shatana. She didn't come tonight as a S.H.I.E.L.D. employee, but as a cardin, which shows her loyalty to the Carl family, and she hasn't forgotten her roots for so many years.

"Who are these people? The head of the house? Who the hell is he? ”

Ellie had been hiding behind a table in the corner, holding her breath as she watched the black-clad men in the ballroom cleanly finish off the terrorists, and Kyle, who was facing away from her.

In just five minutes of the world, the Black Queen appeared, the terrorists attacked, and the men in black mysteriously counterattacked...... Everything seemed to rise because of the silver-haired young man she had just spoken to.

There are so many mutations and twists that have happened tonight that each event alone can be used as a daily news headline!