"Anna, I've always admired you!" Mrs. Hydra said, still losing cockroaches on her body: "In fact, if we cooperate, you will give your intelligence and I will rule the world beautifully." ”

Agent Hill hugged his chest and nodded, she felt too.

Anna touched her chin, and she said that she would consider: "Get me a bucket of diesel and pour it in the house!" ”

"Don't!" Mrs. Sargsyan waved her hand and held the handcuffs: "I say! ”

"It's just panic, and the more panic, the better."

"If it's panic, you're welcome in New York!"

Agent Hill scoffed!

In fact, no matter how important Westchester County is, it is only a small town, and the most important in the whole county are the IBM headquarters and Anna's Xavier Castle.

If you want to panic and bomb New York, the World Trade Towers can be blown up again, killing more people and having more impact.

"No, you misunderstood me, I don't need to panic, someone else needs it."

Someone else?!

Agent Hill was already enraged and slammed the table, thinking that Lady Hydra was covering up.

There are other people, Hydra Island is now left with a pile of ruins, old Ben, big card?

These guys have a preference for New York.

Mrs. Hydra spread her hands out to show that she was sincere.

Anna didn't look like a fake, her mind was spinning, in the information she had, Lady Hydra had been involved with the god of the underworld and the snake god Seth, the resurrection is estimated to be the power of the serpent, the crown of the viper is estimated to be the snake god Seth, what else... If you take drugs and sell drugs...

"Yes, I sold the world and found a good buyer. You know, I'm famous now. The snake crown is lost, and the resurrection of the dead is a taboo, and the big guys don't want to see it, and it's not like Anna, you, who are so smart with a melon in your head, and you can make money by patting your head. I can only engage in some reselling things, for example, there is a big guy behind the scenes who likes to be afraid, and I..."

Dark dimension.

Jingle bells...

"Hello, this is Westchester County Police Department, may I ask you are... There was an accident where a resident injured someone over there, so I've recorded it. Wrong? Can you elaborate... A lot of people... The bureau can be characterized as a mass accident, and we will... Hey, hey, hey..."

"Hello, this is the Westchester County Police Department, excuse me... You're a child, you're only three years old, and your mother beats you, okay, the police will send someone to deal with it. ”

"......, may I ask... Don't worry, sir, speak slowly. What, someone chased you to the door of the police station, okay..."

……

The director hurriedly ran over, knocked on the door, and without waiting for the interrogation room to answer, he broke in: "Two detectives, something happened in the county, there are a lot, I must immediately increase the number of personnel..."

After speaking, without waiting for Anna and the others to reply, the director ran out with a gun.

Agent Hill frowned, looked at Anna, and found Anna pensive, in the noisy smoke alarm, holding her chin.

Suddenly, the little short leg jumped down and picked up the satchel: "Agent Hill, you contact the director and tell him that something big is coming." ”

As she spoke, Anna hurriedly jumped on the Donald Duck robot, pressed the button, and pulled out a set of exoskeleton armor from the drawer: "Give it to you, borrow it temporarily, and return it after use, it is estimated that there will be a little twists and turns on the way back." ”

Before Agent Hill could figure things out, Donald Duck ran away, running as fast as it could, crashing straight through the wall and rushing out of the police station like a rhinoceros.

Looking back at Mrs. Sargsyan, Mrs. Hydra shook her neck, stretched out her hand gracefully, and made a "please" gesture: "Don't worry, I will take care of myself, and you have to take care of yourself, oh, Momoda!" ”

After all, Maria Hill is dozens of years old, so she is much more stable in handling things, first let the agents guard the door, and tell them to take a flamethrower and roast them directly if they make a rash move.

Considering the bad smell in the room, Hill also instructed two agents to clean up the room, clean up the dead body of the bugs, and drag it away.

I specially told me again that it must be burned out.

After all, it's always good to keep an eye on the mysterious side.

After arranging the affairs in the bureau, Agent Hill walked out and saw that the police station was empty, and there were no connecting wires, thinking of the director saying that the number of people would be increased, and guessing that they were all out on duty.

As for the operator, it is possible that he was evacuated.

The smoke alarm was still ringing, and Agent Hill pressed the alarm, and the fire protection facility sprayed her face, and the tap water was poured on the desk, wetting the printer paper.

When I took out my mobile phone, I bore the brunt of the Facebook push and the street video, in which a large number of people are holding baseball bats, shovels, and waving broken table legs towards the city center.

In front of them was the county police station, holding pepper water, smoke bombs, and holding blast shields.

The marchers approached, and the county police department retreated.

Suddenly, there was a roar from the procession, and the marchers rushed forward, fearless to death.

The county police department is losing ground one after another.

What's going on, it's not so unbearable!

Agent Hill receives a call.

"Agent Hill, immediately go back to the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in New York City."

"Director, I still have Lady Hydra on my hands..."

"Don't worry about it, let her fend for herself!"

As if hearing the commotion, Mrs. Sargsyan winked at the two agents at the door, humming a ditty, light-hearted Ukrainian tune.

Then, the two remaining agents received the call, looked at each other, and hurried over to Agent Hill.

Soon, Agent Hill knew what was going on.

Stepping out of the threshold, a figure rushed out from behind the door, and Hilg blocked the opponent's punch, curling his right arm under the opponent's arm, controlling the opponent's wrist with his left hand, and then cross-locking his arms.

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, arm lock.

Face to face with his opponent, Agent Hill finally saw the attacker—the police operator, a member of the police center sitting at the front desk.

Hell yes!

Agent Hill took a special look at it at the time, and felt quite small, quite a quiet girl, a bit like a Southeast Asian race.

Looking at the little girl's appearance, she is not in a good state, her green tendons are exposed, her face is hideous, and her eyes look like she wants to eat people.

Crazy?!

The attacker was still struggling, and the strength was getting bigger and bigger, and gradually, Agent Hill felt that he couldn't hold it down, and the little girl had no obvious force under the arm locking technique.

In other words, the power to break free from the lock arm is two cuts stronger than that of Agent Hill.

Agent Hill kicked out and immediately decided: "Go, go to the rooftop, the tarmac." ”

Putting on the exoskeleton armor while running, the little girl pounced, like a tiger, and after being kicked by Hill, she rolled onto the accompanying agent, hugged the little agent directly, bit with her teeth, and climbed up while biting the little agent's body.

By the time Agent Hill knocked the little girl unconscious, the accompanying agent's clothes had been torn to shreds, and the wound on his shoulder was deep and bone-deep.

With another agent in his arms, Agent Hill ran upstairs.

Arriving at the tarmac, Agent Hill finally understands what Anna meant by throwing the exoskeleton armor at herself, and she watches as a group of people, a group of crazy guys, work together to knock down the police helicopter.

Westchestshire is crazy!