After exiting S.H.I.E.L.D., Natasha hid the wandering rebel forces and tried her luck at Atlas's headquarters, but when she was three blocks away from Atlas's headquarters, she heard gunfire.

Natasha's little face immediately turned white, the hydra hit the door, what if Fisher was cold? As a result, when she hurried over with the basketball wrapped in her tights, she saw a row of combat robots holding weapons to replenish the corpses on the ground, and there were many snake demon soldiers wearing heavy armor helping the robots carry the corpses.

“？？？”

Watching the robot with the Atlas logo on its body and the snake demon soldiers of Hydra fighting together, Natasha's heart suddenly cooled, and her brain made up the picture of Fisher being assassinated by Hydra, and then Hydra took over the Atlas combat unit, and finally the Atlas fleet group was deployed in the sky over the world.

A shuddering Natasha was about to sneak into the building to find out, when she collided with a group of snake demon soldiers, and before she could rush up to melee to deal with the group of soldiers, the other party actually took the initiative to put down her weapons.

At this time, Natasha reacted, her brain supplement was a little excessive, according to her incomplete understanding of Fisher, the other party was absolutely unfathomable, or that guy had always liked to hide it! Before the last camouflage cloth is revealed, God knows what exactly is under that guy's face!

And what made Natasha curious was that those expressionless snake demon soldiers, cold, efficient, and taciturn, had not spoken a word since she was brought into the building by the robots, and even their breathing rates were strikingly similar.

Atlas, what the hell is hidden!

However, Natasha did not see him in Fisher's office, but met the building's robot steward, who politely invited her to drink a bowl of sugar water, and then politely refused her request to dispatch a terrorist mobile response unit.

"Why, world security has reached a precarious point!"

"Atlas is only a private company, not a state agency, and its operations on American soil need to be authorized!"

"The White House has been bombed, how can I give you an authorization!"

"But the president did not fall into the hands of the other side!"

"I ............!" If it weren't for seeing how the other party had dealt with the six heavily armed Hydra soldiers with a light face, and the mantis knife hidden under the arm armor had not dried up, Natasha would have wanted to give the other party's iron head two blows.

"Damn, I knew I couldn't count on a capitalist!" Natasha slammed the door angrily, and since she couldn't count on Fisher, she went to settle the matter herself!

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"Alas, women, I just can't hold my breath!"

Fisher, who received the report, shook his head, Hydra has not even fully controlled those Ao dog classes, if he dispatches and solves the enemy vigorously, then what will happen to these ships? Return to the countries? As a qualified wool master, Fisher naturally couldn't agree, and even he took over the control of the Hydra, stuffing the Hydra personnel in other regions one by one to seize the ship's team, and then these Hydras were consumed by the ship's internal defense system.

The fallen Hydra soldiers in front of the automatic cannon and laser tripping have piled up, and the violent smell of blood is blown out by the air conditioning system along the passage, and now these paralyzed Ao dog class are like a delicious hedgehog for Hydra, and they can break through its spikes and devour the sweet flesh and blood, but it is this last layer of spikes that has completely dragged fifty percent of Hydra's manpower to death, and this proportion is rising, and even Hydra has been ordered by Fisher to stop the attack on the Pentagon, All members join the ship attack sequence.

And in the White House with the two fallen masters playing peek-a-boo, Pierce also received a forged order from Fisher, the other party wanted to connect the communication and scold Malik Gideon, but the communication was intermittent, and he could only vaguely hear what seemed to be a celebratory reception on the other side, so Pierce angrily left all his men, only with the bald brother and Rumlow and a small escort team to go to see what Malik was doing.

The convoy ran through the lawns of the White House and drove to Rock Bay in the northern part of the D.C., where Malik's base was located.

But no sooner had the convoy reached the Columbia Heights than an Atlas six-wheeled armored vehicle burst out of the diagonal spur.

The six-wheeled armored vehicle with the added ramming angle unceremoniously overturned the lead car of the convoy and knocked the Chevrolet off the road, and then the two triple 14.5mm machine guns and 20mm automatic guns deployed on the roof of the armored vehicle unceremoniously beat the Chevrolet and the soldiers inside into a flaming fireball.

"Back off, back off!" Before the driver of the second car could shift gears and back away, the rear car behind the convoy was once again blown to pieces by a pulse of energy.

Then another Atlas ran over the wreckage and slammed into the tail of the penultimate vehicle.

Pierce's convoy of five Chevrolets has now been wiped out, and the remaining three vehicles are directly blocked together, unable to advance or retreat, and the team protecting Pierce can only get out of the car to fight, and hope that nearby friendly forces can come to support.

"Atlas, why is Atlas here!" Alexander Pierce, who was holding his injured arm in the car, couldn't believe his eyes, didn't he say that Fisher had already been killed?

"I don't know, sir, what are we going to do now?" The bald guy who threw the locator in the car also gave full play to his superb acting skills, pretending to be very scared and shrunk in the car and shivering.

There were already screams outside the car, and the escort team led by Pierce was knocked to the ground by a smoke-piercing bullet as soon as they got out of the car, and the dense rain of bullets unceremoniously tore through the armor of the escort, and then shredded the flesh wrapped inside little by little.

Pierce could only see a flash of colored light enveloping the entire convoy, and then he could no longer hear the sound of his men, only the crackling of the still burning vehicles.

As the smoke gradually cleared, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the car, and the bald man who was shrunk in the car took a deep breath, then pressed himself as low as he could, and then stared at the bloody window, on which a very vague figure was projected.

After shaking for a few seconds, the figure disappeared again, but the next second, the window was smashed open with a rough punch, and then the air with the smell of blood and burnt smell poured into the car, and in the heartfelt screams of the bald man, the entire door was completely torn off.