New York, USA.

At the end of another day, as the sun set red the skyline, Felicity, who had finished tidying up what she was doing, dragged her tired body back to her apartment. But the day after Gao Li's absence, Felicity found herself beginning to miss endlessly.

I think about how Gao Li is doing in Texas, whether he will be wronged, and whether he will think about himself. Because when I heard Gao Li talk about his relatives in Texas before, his tone was not very good.

Why don't you give him a call?

After closing the door, she glanced at the alarm clock on the wall, and Felicity thought it would be better to call it later. After all, it's only five o'clock in the afternoon, and it's not too late to call at seven or eight o'clock in the evening. After making up her mind, Felicity began to worry about the refrigerator.

What should you eat tonight is one of the things that makes many people with difficulty in choosing painful. If someone has a treat, it's okay, and those who come don't refuse to eat anything, anyway, the mouth is good. But when people with difficulty in choosing decide what to eat for themselves, it's over. It can't be solved without dwelling on it for more than ten minutes.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong............"

Felicity was struggling when a sudden ringing doorbell rescued her from her misery.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Felicity Smock's home?" Felicity opened the door and was greeted by a blonde man in a police uniform. The face is mediocre, and the only estimate that can make people have a memory point is the hooked nose.

"Uh, I am, may I ask who you are?" Leaning against the door, Felicity asked, confused.

"Mike Johansen, cop." After showing Felicity his police ID card, hook-nosed Mike Johansen took out an arrest warrant and a search warrant, and Felicity looked stunned.

What? Arrest warrant? Search warrant? This is for me?

Felicity was still confused, and Mike Johansen had already reached out and grabbed Felicity's wrist.

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The alertness given to her by her profession made her instinctively feel wrong, and her body subconsciously tried to avoid Mike Johansen's hands, but in vain.

"I advise you not to resist needlessly, you are a journalist, you should know what will happen to those criminals who do not cooperate." Suppressing Felicity's resistance, Mike Johansen lifted his police jacket, revealing the standard pistol pinned to his waist.

"No, I think there must be some misunderstanding, I'm not a criminal, you can't do this to me!" Felicity, whose hands were locked in silver handcuffs, tried to calm herself down, trying to communicate with the cop in a normal tone.

"Misunderstanding or not, let's wait until your room is searched." Mike Johansen, with a grimace, waved behind him, and three men, also in police uniforms, broke into Felicity's apartment and began rummaging through boxes and cabinets for alleged evidence.

"You can't do that! It's illegal, you know?! Seeing that her home was about to be messed up by these five big and three thick men, Felicity asked angrily.

"This is a completely trumped-up accusation, and I am now beginning to wonder if the search warrant in your hands is real or fake!"

"You'd better keep that for when you go to the police station, for now, stay quiet for a while." As he spoke, Mike Johansen closed the door.

The "pop" of the door lock made Felicity's uneasiness even stronger.

"Hey! That's my bedroom! You have no right to invade my privacy! ”

"Please be quiet, Lady Felicity Smock, or I wouldn't mind shooting you right now, understand?" After closing the door and closing the curtains, Mike Johansen directly pulled out the gun pinned to his waist, the muzzle of the black hole was against Felicity's forehead, and he grinned, and his eyebrows were full of cold cold!

The invisible killing intent surged towards Felicity, and at this moment, Felicity realized that there was nothing wrong with her own feeling that something was wrong, and these people in front of her were fake policemen!

"Who are you? What is there in my house that is worth all the trouble you have to go to? Forcing herself to calm down, Felicity asked in a slightly trembling voice.

"Report, there are no suspicious objects in the living room."

"Report, there are no suspicious objects in the second bedroom."

Ignoring Felicity's words, Mike Johansen listened attentively to the results of two of the three fake cops who were searching for the carpet.

"Report, the master bedroom found a dark compartment with a weird-looking mask inside!" The third fake cop arrives late, still holding the ghost mask that Felicity had previously hidden in the dark compartment.

"Huh?" Mike Johnson frowned and took the mask, and after looking left and right to see what was not famous, he turned his gaze to Felicity who was standing aside.

"What is this?"

"As you can see, it's just a mask." Seeing the mask in Mike Johnson's hand, Felicity resisted the nervousness in her heart and responded.

She was afraid, she was afraid that this man would wear this mask. From the bottom of her heart, Felicity thought she was the real owner of the mask.

"You seem to be hiding something from me?" Felicity's clumsy acting skills naturally can't hide the agent elite Mike Johnson, that is, S.H.I.E.L.D. will now have garbage with poor business ability, like the one downstairs whose acting skills are not up to par in their Hydra, I'm afraid they will have lost their lives long ago.

"You're going to have this thought, that is, there's something really unusual about this mask." Looking at the hideous demon pattern on the mask, Mike Johansen was about to try to put it on. As a result, the mask in his hand suddenly broke free from his restraints and was directly attached to Felicity's face, which was close at hand!

"What?!" Mike Johansen looks shocked! Seeing that the mask with the demon pattern automatically attached to Felicity's face, his hand subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the mask, but Felicity choked his throat!

"I have a lot of things to hide from you, and if you come one by one, which one do you want to hear first?" As Felicity's words fell, more than a dozen ninja soldiers walked out of the dark part of the room, and the sharp kunai penetrated the chests of the three fake policemen in an instant!

"Tick, tick, tick..............." The sound of blood dripping on the floor was like a talisman, and Mike Johansen looked like crazy.

From the moment the three men died, Mike Johansen knew he was destined to escape.

"No one can escape the prey that the hydra is targeting! Everything is for the glorious revival of Hydra! Staring at Felicity's face covered by a demon mask, Mike Johansen bit through the hidden capsule in his mouth!