"Autopilot, get out of Washington!" Pierce was old and dizzy, unresponsive, on the road and racing with a bunch of killers, which was too hard for him.

Interrupting the chatter of the on-board computer, he directly handed over control to the car, and sat in the passenger seat himself, checking many functions on the panel.

"Start vertical take-off?"

"Flight system damage."

The old man glanced at the deformed mobile phone in his hand: "Turn on the communication system!" ”

"The communication system is broken."

Daisy instructed the Ministry of Science to add a lot of new features to the bulletproof car, and there were a lot of designs that seemed to be unclear, but Pierce didn't understand what it meant, so he looked up and down the various instrument panels in the car: "Is there anything that hasn't been damaged?" ”

"The air conditioning system is working well."

The old man's lips trembled with anger, and he swore with all his relatives who went to heaven and those who didn't go to heaven that if he could return to S.H.I.E.L.D. alive to take power, he would definitely teach the people of the Ministry of Science a bloody lesson!

The intelligence of the on-board computer is not high, it is very rigid, and it was caught up by the pursuers as soon as it drove out of two streets.

The other party didn't care whether it was downtown or whether there were pedestrians around, and he began to shoot at Pierce's Chevrolet in a police uniform.

The damage of the vehicle is getting higher and higher, and the most important point is that he can't get rid of the pursuers at all, and no matter how good the bulletproof of the vehicle is, there will be times when it will be broken.

With a bang, Pierce felt as if he was flying like a cloud, and he knew that he was still hit by a rocket, and the other party hit the part very cleverly, directly blowing up the car.

Then the bullets rained down on his car.

When he was finished, Pierce listened to the gunshots outside the car as if listening to a symphony, as if it were the mourning music of his funeral.

Listening and listening, he noticed that the gunfire had stopped, and then he saw a silver-white arm grab the car door violently, and with a "click", the already badly damaged car door was pulled down from the outside.

The Winter Soldier, with his hair scattered and his weapons draped, finally arrived, and he not only killed all his pursuers, but also saved Pierce in a critical moment.

It's just that his eyes are very cold, and he looks at anyone like a stone, even at the leader Pierce.

"Let's go, take me away!" Pierce was overjoyed, he felt that his life had been saved, and now he had to hide before the forces arrived.

He knew very well in his heart that it was normal to use a gun in New York, but it was too serious to use a gun in Washington, these killers were not from S.H.I.E.L.D., and S.H.I.E.L.D. would not do such a risky thing when walking on thin ice, it was the big leaders of the government or the military who wanted to kill him, even to the point of breaking the unspoken rules.

S.H.I.E.L.D. caught him, and the old man might be able to save his life by pretending to be crazy and stupid, but those guys are hard to say.

Bucky. Barnes ran down the alley with Pierce, and the two quickly shook off their pursuers and left Washington in an unlicensed car.

At this time, Daisy didn't know that Pierce had run away, she was visiting Crossbones alone, and all kinds of surveillance were naturally turned off.

"Rumlow, are you alright?" No wonder she asked, the crossbones are in a bad situation! The whole person's face was pale, and from time to time she shook like chaff, and Daisy thought at first glance that he had also awakened some shock ability.

Crossbones raised his head with some difficulty, and looked at it for a long time before he recognized the person.

"Me? ......" He said a word in a hoarse voice, closed his mouth, and was silent for a long time.

The power Daisy of the Psychic Scepter can only be said to be incredible, Loki, Pierce and Crossbone, the three controlled guys are three reactions, and the Crossbone in front of her gives her the feeling that her faith is shaken?

"Am I Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D.?" He slapped his head as he spoke, and the nine-headed pattern inside the Outer Divine Aegis that was originally very clear in his mind was shattered by the Spiritual Scepter, and he lost himself.

Crossbones will feel like an elite agent fighting on the front lines for S.H.I.E.L.D., and then he will feel like a warrior who has dedicated his life to the cause of Hydra.

Who are you? Crossbones' psychological defenses were completely ruined, and he fought with himself, which made him extremely painful.

Daisy glanced at the Hydra at the door, and her voice was soft as if whispering, "You're a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, have you forgotten?" ”

"S.H.I.E.L.D. agents? What is Hydra? Crossbones looked confused.

"You're S.H.I.E.L.D.'s spy for Hydra, why did you even forget this!" Daisy's tone was two points more serious at the right time, as if the other party had said something particularly ridiculous.

"Really?" Crossbones are confused, did these two identities work like this on themselves before? If you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with it, I have indeed sacrificed my life for S.H.I.E.L.D. countless times, and I have indeed participated in many Hydra activities.

The order is reversed unconsciously, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it when I think about it.

His gaze was a little firmer, and his brain began to operate on the basis of the identity of this S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and many things that he thought were unreasonable before seemed to have found answers at once.

Daisy sees Grant. Ward beckoned to himself at the door, knowing something was wrong.

Brainwashing Crossbones definitely can't be done overnight, she said to Crossbones in a gentle tone: "I'll come to see you next time, take a good rest, S.H.I.E.L.D. still needs you." ”

Walking out the door, Grant. Ward reports to her that Pierce has escaped.

"Oh? The old thing still has connections, underestimate him, what about the guy who eats inside and out? ”

Ward beckoned, and his men brought the middle-aged man into front of him.

Daisy didn't say a word, but the strong psychological oppression destroyed the little courage that the middle-aged man had left, S.H.I.E.L.D., as a secret service organization that lacked supervision, itself has no human touch, not to mention Hydra, it was a terrorist organization, and the middle-aged man was terrified.

His courage faded, and he bent his knees on his knees, kneeling in front of Daisy, muttering words that were mostly life-sparing.

At the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Daisy pays attention to what she wears, she rarely wears agent combat uniforms, she is the director, not an agent who goes in and out of the front line, and she still has to have the majesty she should have.

A lot of casual clothes can't be worn, jeans, canvas shoes don't even think about it.

Ward did a good job of this, and the distinct leather jacket would automatically distinguish him from a regular agent.

Daisy is now wearing a women's suit, with a white shirt underneath, a slim hip-hugging one-step skirt that looks tall, perfect posture, calves as white as jade, and high heels are spotless, reflecting a faint shimmer.

She sat in a chair with a back, unlike many women's folded legs, her calves were slightly cocked, and the toes of her shoes were outward, a slight difference that made her a little more aggressive than other women in her sitting position.