I can't help but be angry that Coulson is not angry, after all, he has only been in a stable life for a long time, and he encountered another attack, and he was attacked at his headquarters, which can be regarded as a slap in the face and home.

But fortunately, he was also a veteran agent after all, and after a while, he had regained his composure and began to make relevant arrangements.

I took out my communicator and looked at it, well, it was still working, and I couldn't help but nod with satisfaction. It is worthy of the design and manufacture of the scientific research department of the headquarters for important personnel, which is indeed extraordinary.

But Coulson was a little too early to rejoice, because he ignored that communication was two-fold. The communicator in his hand was specially made and would naturally be undisturbed, but the people under him did not have such treatment. Therefore, no matter how good his communicator is, it is useless, and if he wants to make relevant arrangements, he still has to think of other methods.

Fortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D., as an old top-level intelligence group, has never encountered any strong winds and waves and harsh conditions. For this situation, they have long had a well-established backup plan.

After finding that the communication device was fruitless, Coulson leaned down, picked up a piece of the ground, and pulled out a copper pipe wrapped with a special material from the ground in a moment. I pulled the plug from it and blew it, and a buzzing sound instantly spread throughout the room and even the entire office building.

I have to say that the local method is sometimes quite effective, brass sound transmission, purely mechanical communication methods, your electromagnetic bomb can not interfere even if it is a cow.

"Attention New York branch agents, I'm your branch chief, Phil Coulson. Due to the attack of an unidentified electromagnetic bomb, I can only inform you in this traditional way.

From now on, all researchers are not to leave their rooms, waiting for the Task Force and Rapid Reaction Team to show up and let them take you away. The Operational Team and Rapid Response Team personnel will arrive at your meeting place in the shortest possible time in accordance with the relevant regulations for handling crisis incidents, and wait for the arrangement of your superiors.

Now I will start the relevant deployment, Action Team 1, immediately after the assembly is completed, lead your team members to find the opponent's attackers and attack points for counterattack, Action 2 Team ......"

Coulson is making relevant arrangements on his side, and the Iron Rider is desperately rushing back in the dark. Somehow, she had a hunch that the attack was likely aimed at the person who was being held.

The people there are dangerous now!

Hold Mike. Outside Brunge's room, several armed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were standing straight, not forgetting their duties because of the sudden confusion. From this point of view, they deserve to be the elite personnel of the branch, and it is no wonder that Coulson will take such an important prisoner into their care.

"What people!" At this moment, footsteps suddenly appeared in the empty corridor, which made the spirits of several guards who were already tense enough because of the attack.

"It's me, George. Clooney, from the Rapid Reaction Force, came to transfer the prisoners," Belmode said as he approached.

"Transfer prisoners?" Several guarding S.H.I.E.L.D. agents couldn't help but glance at each other, and then one of the leaders stepped forward directly and pointed his gun at Belmode's figure, and said coldly: "Stop, raise your hands above your head!" Chief Coulson made a point of explaining that no one could take this prisoner's room without him personally coming to pick up someone. So the chief wouldn't give such an order at all, who the hell are you?! ”

Baird was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then couldn't help laughing: "Ah, yes, it's really nerve-wracking to be recognized." ”

"Sure enough, it's an intruder!" After hearing this, the guns in the hands of several guards couldn't help but tighten again, pointed at Belmode and said coldly: "Say! What is your relationship with the people being held inside? How many weapons are there? How many people came? ”

"People? I'm the only one," Belmode said with a smile as he looked at the cold muzzle of his own gun, "As for the weapon?" You see if that counts. ”

As she spoke, Belmode showed the blade between the palms of her hands, and then before the other party's eyes could be taken away from the blade in her hand, Belmode's whole person turned into a whirlwind, and in the blink of an eye, it flew to several guards.

Two tiny blades wrapped around her fingers like butterflies under Belmode's manipulation, slicing the throats of several guards in the blink of an eye, making them unable to make a sound. Then there were a few textbook key attacks, and the fatal points on several people were pierced by Belmode's dagger in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the guards outside the door who were dissipating the life in their eyes and fell to the ground, Belmode pulled off the other party's ID card from the lead, stood up and stepped directly over their corpses, opened the door and entered the room.

Anytime will be being with Mike. Before Brong could return to a game of staring, the neck of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in the room snapped, and Belmode turned his gaze to Mike, who was sitting there looking at him with a serious face. Brunge.

"Are you here to kill me or to save me?" Mike. Blunge looked at Belmode in front of him with his unwavering eyes.

"Our boss has been ordered to kill you," Belmode said bluntly, "but our boss thinks you should be of some use, so he ordered me to take you to our territory in its entirety." ”

"So you're here to save me," Mike. Hearing this, Bronger's eyes flashed with joy, and he quietly withdrew the thing he had just pressed under the table back into his palm.

"Yes, so you need to change your clothes quickly, because it won't be too long here," Belmode took out a small bag from the combat backpack behind him, and then threw the rest at the other party, just smiling as he watched the other person change one after another in front of him.

"Although I appreciate your boss's decision," Mike. Blunge said as he changed his clothes: "But I want to remind you of one point, if you want to take me away, I'm afraid your boss won't be able to hide it for too long." After all, there were two people in this room, and now there is only one body, and they can't fail to find out. ”

"And now?" Belmode laughed and scratched the wound on the corpse underground, then took out a perfume bottle from the body and dripped some powder over the corpse's wound.

Zizi~ A strand of things was put into the water of the king, and when I looked in the direction that Belmode was looking, I couldn't help but be shocked: "It's melted, and even the bones of the whole person have melted!" What exactly is this thing? ”

"You'll know later, all you need now is to get out of here," Belmode didn't answer, and seeing that the other party had finished changing clothes, he immediately picked up a tool and aimed at the other person's face, and in the blink of an eye, the other person turned into another person. ”

"Let's go," said Mike, who had roughly cleaned up. Blunge was even more anxious than Belmode, and wanted to leave the room first.

"Wait a minute," Belmoder squirmed lightly a few times and said lightly, "Someone is coming." ”

"What?" Mike. Blunge couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, and said in a slight panic: "Then what should we do?" ”

"Don't worry, leave it to me, there is only one person," Belmode, as the chanting beast of gin, naturally also reads some applications of ability, with the application of the circle, few people in this world can escape her eyes.

Outside the corridor, the iron rider who arrived looked at the corpses all over the ground with a grim face. The other party was able to come so quickly, and sure enough, her sixth sense premonition was real. These people were really coming for the prisoner, otherwise it wouldn't have been such a coincidence, there had just been an explosion over there, and they had invaded inside.

After a few words of circumventing the corpse of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Iron Rider drew his weapon and quietly walked to the outside of the cell. After listening to it for a while, there seemed to be no movement, and the iron rider quietly pushed open a crack, rolled on the spot, and came inside with a dodge.

Glancing in front of him, he didn't seem to find anything unusual. Just as she was about to get up and move on, suddenly a cold object was pressed against the back of her head, and if her feeling was correct, it should have been a gun, a gun with a silencer.

"Who are you? and Mike. What does Brunge have to do with it? Why save him? The Iron Knight asked without looking back.

"I think the most important question you should ask is when you're going to die, aren't you?" Belmode chuckled.

"There's no need for that," Iron Knight said indifferently, "because death itself is a matter of time for me, and I am ready to sacrifice at any time when I set foot on this path." ”

"What a carefree man," Belmode laughed, "I'm really a little reluctant to kill you." ”