A stinky and long department name, this was Hector Ayala's first impression of S.H.I.E.L.D. at the time.

As for the one called Phil. Agent Coulson, Hector Ayala had a good first impression of him, and if it weren't even for him to introduce himself, Hector Ayala wouldn't have seen that the person with a kind face and an amiable aura was actually an agent.

And the other party's intention is also very simple and clear, that is, to recruit him and make Hector Ayala a member of his bureau. In exchange, they could use the power in their hands to erase all of Hector Ayala's charges.

The reason why the New York City Police Department has now taken back all the people who pursued Hector is the goodwill they released.

I have to say that in the face of their proposal, Hector Ayala was quite moved. The days of running around like a rat in a place where the sun doesn't shine are just enough for him! He longs for sunshine!

But...... In the moonlight, Hector Ayala stood up and looked at his hands, could he really wash them off?

It seems that Agent Phil Coulson also saw his confusion at that time, so he directly gave Hector Ayala a phone number, telling Hector that if he thought it through, he could call him, and his phone would be open at any time.

"Territorial Strategic Attack, Defense and Logistics Support Bureau?" Hector Ayala looked at the note in his hand with a gleam in his eyes and muttered, "Maybe they should change their names, otherwise, in the future, it will be a little shameful to work in this kind of place just to introduce people's names." ”

It seems that our little white tiger has made up his mind to join S.H.I.E.L.D. at this time. It's just a pity that Anthony probably won't give him this chance, and the most S.H.I.E.L.D. can get is a corpse!

"Boss, it's coming soon," said Gin, who was driving, as he looked at the navigation and looked at Anthony, who was sipping red wine behind him.

"Well," Anthony gently put the red wine on the wine cabinet next to him, took out a cigar, motioned to the person next to him to light it for himself, and said lightly: "Tell our people to be ready, seal off this area, don't let him escape, and don't let anyone break in." ”

"Understood," a senior cadre in the same car with Anthony received Anthony's instructions, and began to take the phone to the other convoy of combatants who were accompanying him.

"Boss thinks someone is coming?" Gin asked as he drove the car to the designated position.

"Of course," Anthony spat out a smoke ring and laughed lightly, "S.H.I.E.L.D. has already laid bait, how can they allow others to pick their peaches with their domineering style?" Do you think we can hide the news from them? I'm afraid that now the men they sent to stop us are already on their way. ”

"This ...... Is the boss saying that the intelligence agency called S.H.I.E.L.D. knew about Hector Ayala that we did it? A senior cadre who had participated in the incident in the same car couldn't help but interject.

The corners of Anthony's mouth curled slightly, and he affirmed with a smile: "There are not many things in this world that can hide from them." Although we have a clean hand on this matter, with their strength, if they are really willing to put in the effort to investigate, they can still find clues. What's more, intelligence agencies like theirs don't need evidence at all, just suspicion is enough. ”

"That ......" the senior cadre swallowed, and then stopped.

"Are you trying to ask why S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't come forward to clarify the facts for Hector Ayala and help him rehabilitate, and at the same time cancel the other party's arrest warrant?" Anthony turned his head and looked at the somewhat naïve senior cadre in front of him and said lightly.

The senior cadre hurriedly nodded and replied, "Yes." ”

"Them?" Anthony smiled contemptuously: "Don't think that they are intelligence agencies affiliated with the World Security Council, you think of them too highly, in fact, in some ways...... They're not as good as us bastards.

Murder of dignitaries, provocation of wars, illegal experiments...... There are many things that we bastards can't do, but they can do without hesitation to achieve a certain goal.

If our hearts are black, then they are a bunch of cold machines without hearts. They can do whatever it takes to achieve their ends.

Do you think they will really be so kind to help the innocent people of the United States rehabilitate, if that were the case, there would not be so many innocent people in prison every year! ”

When Anthony said this, his face couldn't help but darken. Because he couldn't help but think of his mother being hit by a car and falling unconscious, his father being put in prison, and then a large number of so-called New York police officers who represent justice rushed to his house with search warrants, and his younger siblings looked helpless and desperate.

Justice? Anthony didn't believe it for a long time, he only had himself now!

After calming down his mood, picking up the red wine on the wine glass and tasting it for a while, Anthony said in a dark voice: "They are not philanthropists, they are a group of snobbish guys who are more snobbish than the hungry wolves on Wall Street!" The reason why Hector Ayala was able to get into their eyes and deserve their effort was because he had enough value! He deserves their investment!

But it's precisely because of this that we can't let them get their wish, once that Hector Ayala guy really enters S.H.I.E.L.D., when the two are combined, there will really be a chemical reaction. And this chemistry is enough to threaten us! ”

"It's not about good or evil, it's about position, so there is absolutely no room for failure in this action! Hector Ayala must die! Do you understand? Anthony said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

On the other side, Hector Ayala, who was hiding in a half-abandoned factory, suddenly felt a wave of restlessness, as if he was about to be in a catastrophe. I remember the last time I felt this way, when he was cornered by the officer he had killed with his own hands.

Let's go, get out of here! That's what Hector Ayala thinks right now. He had nothing to pack up, and after a cursory handling of his tracks, Hector Ayala leaped and escaped through the emergency exit he had prepared.

But he took it for granted, because Anthony had already laid a net here by this time.

He...... It's hard to escape!

Bang bang bang! A barrage of gunfire rang out from where he had fled, and the dense fire was like a net that forced him back from that direction.

"Bastard!" Hector Ayala turned blue and retreated, scolded, and began to look for another way out.

There is no way, the group of black-clothed people in front of me who don't know where they came from, their strength is stronger than the elite sent by the New York City Police Department who was in charge of chasing Hector Ayala not long ago, and they are even more unscrupulous.

Just now, in order to force him back from approaching, he even directly used heavy fire weapons. Faced with a rain of bullets from two heavy machine guns, even he had to avoid its edge.

However, his struggle was only in vain, because all directions in this area were heavily fired, and as long as he was still afraid of bullets, then he would never be able to rush out!

"It's really embarrassing," a light voice sounded in the empty half-abandoned place, and Hector Ayala, who was hiding here for a long time, couldn't help but shudder.

Because since he had that magical amulet, no one had ever been able to rely on him so close to Hector Ayala to bless himself with this ability, and he didn't realize it.

It's very strong!

"Are those people out there your people?!" Hector Ayala hid in a bunker, leaned his head slightly, and questioned in the direction from which the voice came from.

"That's right." The person who came generously admitted.

Hector Ayala couldn't help but look at the words and said coldly, "Who are you?!" ”

"Anthony. Stan! ”

PS: Some old friends said that this is the best book I have written, yes, it is the best. Because those two books don't even have the qualifications to hit the street, it's all tears when they talk too much.