Hydra is worthy of being a hydra, with tentacles all over the world, and their eyeliner can be found almost everywhere.

As soon as Anthony gave instructions through his own authority through the intranet, someone immediately sent the three-dimensional floor plan of the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in New York that Anthony requested, as well as the three-dimensional floor plan of the New York S.H.I.E.L.D. branch. The location and details of Brunge and his detention were sent to Anthony through the Internet.

And the gin did not live up to Anthony's expectations, and after getting these things in just a cup of tea, he had already made relevant plans and began to officially implement them.

As the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. in this part of New York, a metropolitan city with a population of more than 8 million, there will naturally be no shortage of manpower. And so many people eat working meals together, and the ingredients consumed every day are naturally a lot.

"Old John, I'm back so soon today," S.H.I.E.L.D.'s outer guards greeted the man in charge of food procurement.

After taking the documents back, the old John, who was in charge of buying the ingredients, explained with a smile: "Yes, I have some personal matters to be busy today, come back early, work early, and rest early." ”

"Understood," the guard nodded, "Then hurry up and open the carriage, this side will finish the inspection early, and you can go back to work early." ”

"Okay," Old John's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he quickly opened the carriage, and then smiled as the agent who came up to inspect the ingredients with instruments swept around every corner of the car.

"No problem, let's go over," and seeing that nothing had been detected on the instrument, the guards got out of the car one after another, waved their hands and let Old John in.

At the top of a building in the distance opposite, a person saw the car go in through the device, so the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, and he pressed the communicator switch in his ear and reported: "Boss, Belmore has to go in." ”

"Very well, Cohen," Gin's voice came from the headset, "Then you can start preparing here, don't be in a hurry." ”

"Okay, boss."

On the other side, in Coulson's office in the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"What? Can't come and escort the prisoners now? Coulson frowned.

"Yes, something is wrong here, several people are scheduled to be entangled in emergencies, and it will take time to mobilize people from other places, so it may be a little late," Hill, who was in charge of scheduling the escort on the other end of the communicator, said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Coulson couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart: "Entangled? How could it be so coincidental that something happened at this time? ”

"It's not clear yet, so be careful over there," Hill apparently sensed that something was wrong, and he couldn't help but admonish.

Coulson nodded and said with a solemn face: "I know, I will send someone to keep an eye on him every step of the way." But you have to be quick, the longer he stays with me, the more dangerous it becomes. ”

"I know, but this won't happen soon," Hill said in a deep voice, "and you know, I have to make sure that the agent in charge of escorting this man is not involved with any other forces. ”

Hanging up the communicator, Coulson turned to the iron rider and said, "May, you must have heard it, this prisoner still has to stay in our bureau for a while." ”

"I see," Iron Knight nodded, "I'll go and watch him personally during this time, and there will be absolutely no problems." ”

"Very well," Coulson nodded, "This prisoner is very important, and he must not be allowed to have an accident on the side of the New York branch." ”

"Got it."

Coulson's side has just finished arranging, and Gin's side has also completed the preparations.

"Big brother, I'm here," Vodka said as he pulled the container truck to the designated location and reported through the communicator as he carried out the relevant operations.

"Well, got it," Gin replied, then switched a communication band and asked, "Belmode, where are you?" ”

"It's also at the designated location, and the things have been taken out and assembled," said the old John, who had just been in charge of buying a short and fat middle-aged man, in the kitchen of the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D., was wiping his hands and looking at the bomb made of special materials that he had just taken out of the ingredients, as he reported through the headset-like communicator in his ear.

"Very good, then let's get started," Gin said lightly, "The boss doesn't like to wait too long, understand?" ”

"Yes," Belmode smiled and hung up the communication, then kicked away the dead body of a chef at his feet, put the bomb in a tote bag, and walked to a predetermined location not far from the kitchen.

The blade between his fingers slashed through the throats of several unsuspecting S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives, then dragged their bodies aside. Belmode began to plant bombs there.

After setting the time, Belmode changed his clothes again, and at the same time changed his face.

After all this preparation, Belmode looked at the countdown number on the bomb, estimated the time, and began to call Mike Murphy, who was holding the target of the operation. Blunge walked over there.

Maybe it's because of Mike. Brunge is a very important person, and there are two more people in the corridor of the place where Anthony got the information that is usually unguarded. One of them saw Belmode coming over and immediately greeted him, looked at the identity card on Belmode's chest, and said coldly: "George. Clooney: yes, it's closed for 24 hours from now on, so please get out of here now. ”

Belmode squinted at the expressionless person in front of him, and then quietly glanced at his companion who had pressed his hand on his waist not far away, and couldn't help but smile and pointed in the direction behind them: "No problem, but how can he get in, is what you said true?" ”

"Him?" The two of them were slightly stunned, and then involuntarily turned their heads to look. When they saw the empty passage, they just felt bad, and before they could do anything, they felt a sharp pain coming, and then their eyes went dark, and they fell to the ground.

It was also at this time that there was a dull explosion behind Belmode, and then the corridor, no, it should be said that the entire office building, all the electronic devices were in a trance and then struck, and the whole building couldn't help but fall into darkness.

"Electromagnetic bomb?!" S.H.I.E.L.D. agents deal with these dangerous objects on a daily basis, so the moment the electronic device strikes, they can guess that someone is targeting them again. So one by one, including the civilian personnel, they couldn't help but quickly pick up the weapons around them and arm themselves, and then converged to form small groups.

Outside the S.H.I.E.L.D. New York Branch, he heard the explosion, and saw the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. office building turned pitch black, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly, and he pressed the communicator in his ear and commanded directly: "Vodka, Kiel, you can do it now, move faster." Belmode's side should be approaching the target, and you must draw the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. to your side. ”

"It's Big Brother (Boss)," the vodka that had already been prepared directly pressed the button at hand, and his container truck unfolded, revealing the Jericho missiles of the Stark Group inside.

"Let's party!" Under the operation of vodka, the Jericho missile in the car flew out in the blink of an eye, cracked directly in the air, and scattered dozens of warheads and hit the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. in one fell swoop.

The Jericho missile is the most outstanding work of the Stark Group, and its power is extraordinary. With only one, it basically plowed the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in New York. That is, when the one-eyed director rebuilt the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D., he strictly followed the military standards and did not cut corners, otherwise he would have directly destroyed their New York branch at this moment.

Of course, the reason why there was such a big result was mainly because the electromagnetic bomb would have disabled most of the electronic equipment in S.H.I.E.L.D., otherwise they would not have been able to let the Jericho missiles sent by vodka and them get close with the relevant defense equipment.

In the New York sub-chief's office, which was littered with smoke and dust, Coulson got up from the ground and said angrily. In the face of this sudden attack, which is comparable to a terrorist attack, he is also in the Buddha nature to blow out the fire nature.

"Bastard! Who did it! ”