After crawling out of the small workshop, Anna with little short legs lay next to the shoe rack and stared at the living room with a pair of big eyes.

Outside the window, the wind was blowing, and the heavy raindrops fell, whipping on the floor-to-ceiling windows with the French plane trees, and the horn sounded. A bright light flashed, and in an instant, the living room was illuminated as if it was day, reflecting the rare and serious flesh face of the glutinous rice ball.

The thunder exploded with a bang, and the air became more and more dull.

After a short day, Beacon Hill fell back into darkness without a single light.

During the torrential rain, there was a power outage in Beacon Mountain.

She has lived in Boston for five years, and she hasn't seen such a massive power outage for two years, still in Beacon Hill, the seat of state government.

The last time was due to the renovation of the power plant's electrical equipment, and the power outage was near Cambridge Primary School in Cambridge, Weston.

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Rewind the clock to ten minutes ago.

In the small workshop, the little short leg is woken up by an annoying phone ringing, Coulson's call.

Anna was sleeping on her stomach, still covered with a blanket, and when she received the call, she was still out of bed.

"Listen, Anna, someone has entered the villa, you quickly find a hidden place to hide."

The sound was mixed with the sound of pouring rain.

The little short leg hasn't woken up yet, and it's still confused.

"The agent protecting you has lost contact."

In the surveillance car outside the community, Coulson was so emotional that he wanted to smash his phone.

Four well-trained agents, fully armed, are distributed in different parts of the community, more than 100 meters apart, watching each other, forming a corner, looking foolproof, and as a result, people can solve it without even raising the alarm.

He was apprehensive, and he knew that it was an organized and premeditated crime.

Maybe the renovation of the circuit in the community is a trick made up by criminal gangs.

Coulson was sure that the group of guys had been observing the neighborhood for many days under the nose of S.H.I.E.L.D., and had figured out the agents' schedules.

If it weren't for Coulson's careful heart, who temporarily checked the agent's patrol position, S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't even know when the little short leg disappeared.

Coulson was anxious, it would take half an hour for the bureau to send out support, and there was no way, so he could only go on his own at this time.

Just as I wanted to tell Little Shortleg that he was coming, so that she should not panic, she didn't speak here, and a blind voice came from there.

"Hell, someone's blocked cell phone signal."

Without hesitation, Coulson pulled out a Remington 870 shotgun, dressed in body armor, and rushed out of the surveillance car.

Heavy rain fell frantically from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.

In less than a moment, Coulson's body was doused with a lot.

Rumble...

A flash of lightning erupted in the sky, like a sharp sword, piercing the sky. The glittering silver arc ran all the way down from the night, over the state capitol, and smashed onto the community garden.

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In the community garden, Coulson saw an agent lying in the bushes.

Coulson remembered that the agent's name was James, and he had joined Coulson's field team after graduating from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Now he's dead.

Died from the murderer's sentry.

Died with a broken neck.

The fracture site is in the middle of the cervical vertebrae.

Coulson knew there was a freehand neck-bending technique, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu rear-naked choke.

The right elbow is clamped in the middle of the victim's neck, and the left hand grabs the victim's head from the back of the head and pulls it flat to the left, while the right arm is lifted to the upper right. In this way, the left and right arms and the weight of the victim constitute a shear effect, and the force is large and clean.

However, in this way, the force required is extremely high, at least 200 pounds or more, and the height must be more than the victim's head.

That translates to tonnage, which is more than 50 kilograms of Coulson.

Coulson was silent, clasped the dagger behind his palm, and ran to Building B at an accelerated pace.

On the way, he saw the other three agents, all dead, the cause of death varied, one was directly into a large pit in the chest, the heart and lungs were shattered, the other was the eyes were pulled out, the limbs were twisted into strange arcs, and the last one was the worst, directly the head was concave and the boss was a big piece, and the brain pulp burst out.

Three agents, each of which is a one-trick solution.

No weapons, full spelling, one person.

Coulson's heart sank.

He knew what he was capable of, and he could kill four agents by touching the whistle, and he could do it if others weren't on guard.

As long as you touch the enemy's side and back, you can instantly insert the dagger into the gap between the cervical vertebrae, cutting off the motor nerve, and the effect is the same as folding the neck.

In this way, the risk is extremely high, and if you are not careful, you will expose your position.

And the opponent, looking at his style of acting, killing has become a habit, and he doesn't need to make up for it with one move.

Extremely difficult enemies to deal with.

Rumble...

Another burst of thunder.

In the lightning, Coulson saw the wide open door of Building B, and the white wooden fence gate in the front garden in front of the gate was kicked open, and the wooden strips were torn apart and scattered on the climbing vines.

A deep footprint has been left on the gate of the lodge.

Powerful and proficient in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, that's the enemy that Coulson is going to deal with right now.

With a military flashlight dagger in one hand and a shotgun in the other, Coulson shouted to Anna inside the door.

There was a strange sound in the room, rustling like the sound of a snake crawling across the grass.

The flashlight shone down, and Coulson saw a pool of blood on the floor.

Who is it for?

Coulson doesn't think it's Anna's, whether it's S.H.I.E.L.D. or those who are indiscriminate, they all think that Anna is worth more than dead.

Inexplicably, Coulson felt a wave of nausea and dizziness, and he thought he was bleeding.

Shaking his head, steady, and following the bloodstains, Coulson finally saw something rustling, a robot vacuum.

It may be that the little short legs have been timed, as long as the time is up, the sweeping robot will automatically start to sweep the ground.

"Phil Coulson?!"

Facing the dazzling light, Coulson saw the little short leg with a flashlight, and looked unscathed: "What about the enemy?" ”

Could it be that the little short legs have solved it?!

Coulson shook his head, isn't this a joke, when did a cute pet have attack power.

Of course, Coulson felt that the weapons made by the rice balls were leveraged.

The little short leg didn't pay attention to Coulson, she was annoyed now, you look at the room, there was blood everywhere, from the living room to the hallway, from the hallway to the kitchen.

But the sweeping robot is not honest, and when it sees the opportunity, it makes trouble, and runs around with dirty blood.

That's good, maybe there will be blood in any corner, and you can't wash it clean.

The little short leg took a step, put on the suspender strap of the suspenders, walked up to Coulson, and glanced up at Coulson. Snapped, lifted one foot and stepped down, stepping on the robot vacuum.

The robot snapped automatically, clattering under the feet of the little short legs.

Anna was even more annoyed, so she simply stepped on both little short legs, stomped and stomped, and stomped the robot disc to pieces.

Well, it's finally quiet.