"Sir, we're surrounded!"

Coulson's hand stopped moving, and then, as if he hadn't heard anything, he continued to fiddle with the black metal box in front of him that was large enough for the two of them to lie flat in.

"Sir, we ...... What to do?"

Seeing that his boss ignored him, the agent who came to report had no choice but to ask.

"Are you afraid of death?"

Screwing the black metal disc into the flattened notch, and watching the numbers on it begin to jump, Coulson raised his head and asked unhurriedly.

"Of course not!"

The agent subconsciously straightened his back and replied in a decisive tone.

"Stick to your posts, and allow you to break through freely when necessary!"

"Sir......

"Obey orders!"

"Yes!"

The agent turned away, his face flushed, as if his boss's orders made him feel that the other party looked down on him and the others.

The others also heard the conversation between the two, but most of them ignored it, just holding their weapons on the edge of the line with grim expressions.

Two combatants who had changed their guards greeted them, and said a few words of relief to the still angry agent, only to exchange them with an indignant snort.

The moment the three of them staggered, the agent who had been humming angrily glanced at the other two companions, and tacitly staggered their figures......

Hearing the cold snort of his subordinates who were not convinced, Coulson shook his head helplessly.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is indeed understaffed, and most of the operatives assigned to him are new recruits who have just joined, and if they are veteran agents, they will definitely not be so rash, as if it is a glorious thing to die on the battlefield.

Agents are different from military personnel in that they only focus on results, and will never let the so-called glory and blood drag down the completion of the mission.

Now that we are in a desperate situation, the enemy has begun to block the battlefield on all sides, and the most rational thing to do is to stop the loss, survive as much as possible, and return to S.H.I.E.L.D. with intelligence.

However, Colson was not among those who broke out, and he had more important things to do, which was to completely destroy Captain America's body and keep him from falling into the hands of the attackers and ill-intentioned careerists.

Glancing at the black iron box in front of him, Coulson smiled bitterly.

In order to gain time and protect the captain's body as much as possible, he did not resort to tedious icebreaking work at all, but made deep cuts directly on the ice.

Coulson then ordered his men to use a "cold suction machine" to remove the cube of ice that had been cut from the entire ice that had wrapped Captain America's body, and put it in a black freezer.

Thinking of transporting the freezer directly back to the United States, I went to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters to carry out meticulous ice melting and corpse disposal work.

The plan was great, and it really bought time and caught most people off guard.

However, what Coulson didn't expect was that the news leaked faster than the message they sent back to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters to request a response, and after several pursuits, they were finally surrounded by the group of mercenaries who were obviously from the military.

There were too few people to protect the captain's body from destruction, but in a few days, Coulson's eyes were bloodshot and his lips were blue, and he didn't look like a trained agent.

The attackers didn't care if Captain America's body was intact or not, they were given the task of bringing back his body tissue, and it would be best if they could take it all, and if they couldn't take it away, some of them might be acceptable.

And Coulson is different from them, he wants to bring the captain's body back to the United States in its entirety, not to mention being blown to pieces by a grenade, or having an extra bullet hole on his body, which he can't tolerate.

It's not just a mission, it's a faith.

Unfortunately, it is no longer possible for him to bring the remains of his childhood idol back to the memorial in New York, so that the children who worship superheroes can see for themselves the objects they worship and become strong and courageous.

Looking at the bouncing numbers on the metal disc, Coulson sat a little closer next to the wide box.

He couldn't bring the body back completely, he could only destroy the body completely, lest the captain be sacrificed and be desecrated by the scum on the dissecting table.

"When I was young, I fantasized about a lot of scenes that showed my bravery, and after being caught by the enemy, I would rather die than give in and be killed, I was surrounded by bullets and committed suicide, and I fell to the ground and died with the last drop of blood after fighting for my life......."

"But I never thought that my true end up was to protect the captain's body from being humiliated by Xiao Xiao and be reduced to ashes in the flames. ”

"I'm afraid this is the only time I've failed a mission and I'm not frustrated, but a little bit of a little happy. ”

Whispering to himself to the sealed box, Coulson pulled out a stack of photos from his arms.

These are all single photos taken by the captain when he was under the ice, and he destroyed all the double photos, leaving only a photo with obvious layers for the girl to keep as a souvenir, after all, they are all admirers of the captain, and they should understand each other.

"Sir—"

"Ahh

The voice came from behind him, and Coulson, who was admiring the photos and wanted to spend his last days as a consolation, was startled, hurriedly stuffed the photo in his arms, and then turned around.

"It's you!"

Anger made Coulson's haggard face even more hideous, and he looked at his men who had gathered around, his face pale.

There were seventeen S.H.I.E.L.D. agents besieged here, except for Coulson, and now there were fourteen people standing in front of him, and as for the whereabouts of the remaining three, thinking about the abandoned defense line and the bloodstained daggers in the hands of a few people, it was obviously self-evident.

As early as the first time the news leaked, Coulson suspected that there were internal ghosts under his men, but what he didn't expect was that there would be so many internal ghosts.

At this time, he couldn't help but congratulate himself that he had installed the timer and activated the self-destruct mechanism inside the metal box.

Coulson, who was relieved, was about to stall for time, so he asked his subordinates who were only guarding around him without any excesses: "Who are you? military, Hydra, or are you just a fool who sells S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence for wealth?"

"Sir," the surrounding agents looked at each other, and one of them stepped forward to reply, "We didn't leak the information, and in fact, we didn't expect it to turn out the way it is." ”

"Oh?"

The other party's answer made Coulson confused, at this time, they had no need to deceive themselves at all, and the embarrassment on these people's faces did not seem to be fake, it was more like a temporary idea than a premeditated one.

Moreover, one or two inner ghosts are good to say, fifteen of the seventeen people are internal ghosts, so why did they bother to cover their retreat before, just kill him and take away the captain's body!

"You ......"

Coulson wanted to ask something more, but was interrupted by the lead agent: "I'm sorry, sir, we can't let you destroy the captain's body!"

As soon as the words fell, a dense burst of gunfire rang out from the makeshift hiding base.

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