New York, four a.m. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is a normal person who has already counted the time it takes to fall asleep, but at the same time, for others, it has just ushered in the climax of the party.

New Jersey, an industrial area that used to be cold and lonely at night, is especially lively tonight. A large number of sports cars are gathered here, and the overlapping headlights illuminate the area as bright as day. A group of young people dressed in non-mainstream clothes cheered and shouted in the light of the headlights. The roar of the engine of a sports car resounded in the sky, stirring people's blood boiling.

It was in the depths of this area that Aegis set up a secret factory.

"What's going on out there?" Agent Coulson asked as he walked quickly into the base's control center.

"It's a rampant." A night shift agent reported, "New York's most famous drag racing party seems to be holding some race here tonight." Need to deal with them? ”

The Rampagers?

Coulson frowned and thought for a moment.

It is indeed reasonable that the rampant clan would choose such a vacant land for drag racing, but it happens to be not long after Aegis recently activated this base? Is this really a coincidence?

After much hesitation, Coulson finally ordered: "Don't act rashly, if you act rashly, it will be tantamount to exposing our base, and the news will easily leak from the mouths of these rampants." Continue to closely monitor their movements. ”

"Yes, sir."

Coulson stopped talking, staring at the screen with his hands behind his back, his instincts as if he had a bad smell.

Phil Coulson is worthy of being a top agent of Aegis, and his years of experience in carrying out missions have honed his instincts quite sharply, and his hunch is not wrong at all.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s security protocols are indisputably among the best in the world, and the systems at each of its sub-bases are directly linked to the headquarters, and everyone attempting to enter an Aegis facility must be authenticated. Stricter ones may also require fingerprint, retina, and even DNA verification, and even the more lax ones must at least have a badge with a high enough clearance level or a specially authorized keycard to enter.

Luckily for Ruth, the facility she was going to invade today was of the "lax" type because it was temporarily activated by Aegis.

That's right, it was the silver-haired girl who had been fighting with Eric at George's Bar earlier tonight and had been chatting all night. Now, she's put on a sexy black tight-fitting uniform and a digital mask makeover.

As for the Aegis-authorized keycard, it took her a lot more effort, but she managed to get it done in the end. There are only a handful of people in the world of killers and mercenaries who can get a S.H.I.E.L.D.-authorized key card, but this girl got it.

So far, everything has gone according to plan, and Ruth has managed to blend in. When she entered the factory and saw the metal cube standing in the center covered in wires, she immediately confirmed that it was her target.

That's it. Thinking so, she clenched her fists, her gaze almost fiery as she stared at the cube.

But maybe she was too distracted, stunned for too long, and finally attracted unnecessary attention.

"Hey, you."

Realizing that someone seemed to be calling out to her, Ruth hurriedly withdrew her gaze and turned her head.

She was called by a beautiful woman who was also dressed in black, with impressive red hair, and her proud figure was unforgettable.

Natasha Romanoff, codenamed Black Widow, is a S.H.I.E.L.D. super-agent whose name is almost unknown to everyone in the world, and who was known as a killer even before she defected to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Of course, Ruth knew her, and when she saw her, she couldn't even suppress a desire to win compared to her, and to be honest, she didn't feel that she might lose to this famous black widow at all. But considering the goal of this mission, she still resisted this irrational impulse.

Natasha looked at her suspiciously for a moment and asked, "Are you new here?" I don't think I've seen you here. ”

Ruth saluted naturally, and reported in a calm tone, "Yes, my name is Bella Esther, Agent III, who has just been assigned here. ”

"Really?"

Natasha seemed to want to ask something, but was interrupted by a sudden surprise in the next second.

The first was a loud bang coming from nowhere, sounding like something had exploded in this base. Before anyone could react, a shrill siren rang out throughout the building, the sound of the highest level of alert.

Natasha had to put aside the suspicious figure in front of her for the time being, and turned on the communicator on her wrist.

"What's going on?"

"It's the ramps!" The on-duty officer at the control center informed everyone through the communication channel, "A mobster's car just crashed into the base!" ”

Completely unexpected. Just a few seconds ago, a black sports car of the mobs outside suddenly left their runway without warning, and like a runaway wild horse, it turned and galloped in the direction of the base. It broke through the Aegis guard at an extremely high speed, flying more than 200 meters away and killing violently, the roaring engine like a horn of victory.

The sports car used its body to punch a hole in the outer wall of the base, but it was also a lose-lose situation. The driver jumped out of the car before he could reach top speed, and the head of the vehicle smashed into a ball of scrap metal against the wall, and even the front tires flew out in the impact, and the scene was spectacular.

The situation in the field suddenly became chaotic, and if it was still just an accident, it would be too much of a coincidence. In any case, it was finally impossible for Aegis to stand still at this point, and Coulson immediately ordered to take measures against these drag racers, and almost all the agents who were still on duty in the base rushed out.

And at this moment, it can be seen that this gang of mobsters has obviously planned for a long time, and the moment Aegis reacted, they immediately stopped the game, and all of them drove in tacit agreement and began to flee. At first glance, their escape seems to be scattered in a disorderly manner, but if you look closely from the perspective of the pursuers, you will find that there are actually rules in this gang of rampant people, they deliberately disperse and flee in different directions, and even the terrain and cover that can be used have been prepared in advance.

By this point, it was already clear to Coulson that this was not something that a bunch of drag racers could do. If this confrontation is compared to a chess game, then the opponent must be a good chess player, and these drag racing parties are just temporary borrowed chess pieces from that chess player.

As planned. Now that a large number of agents had withdrawn, Ruth brought down the few remaining members of the hall with relative ease, and then approached the metal cube in the center.

Only this thing, she is bound to get this trip.

Ruth found the dock connected to the cube container and began to crack the code in an attempt to open it.

"If I were you, I'd leave from there and don't touch anything."

A cold voice rang out from behind her, and Natasha Romanoff appeared behind her unconsciously, a pistol against the back of her head.