In a base somewhere in S.H.I.E.L.D., a large group of fighters are gathering, and their mission today is to arrest some extremists, of course, the task given above says so, as for whether they are real extremists or not, they don't know whether they are small soldiers.

"Sir, I think you should take a look at this." A somewhat emaciated agent in the command room walked to his head of operations with a document in his hand.

As the main personnel of this operation, he knew very well what was going on this mission, not to catch any radicals at all, but two mutants, and these two mutants seemed to have something to do with Magneto.

So lately he's been gathering intel about Magneto, and the head of operations has asked to figure out how many times Magneto goes to the toilet in a night, if necessary.

However, he didn't have the ability to do this, and occasionally being able to learn some of Magneto's whereabouts from cameras in some public places was enough to make it difficult for him.

But today, when he was sifting through those video materials, he found a very strange thing.

"Huh?" The station's upright operations director snorted with some displeasure, and as a result, the information in the agent's hand flipped through it, and the more he flipped through it, the more colorful his face became.

One moment happy and the other frowned, scaring the agent, he was in charge of sifting through some video materials today where Magneto might appear.

However, he saw a very special existence in an earlier tagged video material.

A man who can fly, although this video data has been around for a long time, but as a data analysis officer, as long as he thinks that some special existence may affect the possibility of today's action, he will check it.

"A video from half a year ago? Only two blocks from the target area? After reading the information, the director of operations said in a low voice, as if he was questioning and talking to himself.

The agent, who is deeply aware of the eccentric character of his boss, knows very well that he should try not to answer at this time, otherwise, there will be absolutely no good fruit to eat.

"Check him out closely." The Director of Operations was silent for a moment, then handed the information in his hand to the emaciated agent.

"Yes, sir." The emaciated agent took the information and nodded in agreement.

After the emaciated agent walked out, the director of operations, with a wicked smile on his lips, took out a phone from his pocket, dialed a number, waited for a moment and said into the phone, "I found another interesting guy, are you interested?" ”

"Oh? How interesting? The voice on the other end of the phone was a little playful, but the operational director didn't care, he also knew that the guy on the other end of the phone, although he was usually a little improper, was still very reliable when he was serious.

"A guy who can fly. And the speed is very good, slightly worse than what we were aiming for today. The Director of Operations continued to speak into the phone, saying that there was no one in the command room at this time, and he could speak boldly to this friend of his.

After all, as a relatively high-level existence lurking in S.H.I.E.L.D., some of his behaviors are usually relatively free, much better than those low-level sleeper agents.

At least he can take the people around him away at any time, and he doesn't need to worry that his boss will monitor him.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. has a very sound system, at least it can't do it to monitor the behavior of most of the high-level officials, because many high-level officials are not simple roles, there are people from the government, there are people from the World Security Council, and there may be some contributors belonging to certain consortia, these are not things that a director of S.H.I.E.L.D. can handle at will.

Otherwise, how could Hydra lurk in a place with a level of secrecy so high that it was outrageous.

"Understood, I'll report it." The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became very serious, and he hung up the phone after speaking.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a sharp knock on the door.

"Come in." The director of operations put the phone in his pocket and said in a loud voice.

"Sir, the action team is ready to go." A Caucasian female staff member in her thirties pushed open the door to the command room, walked in, and reported to the chief of operations standing in the center of the command room.

"Well, the command team, come over too, our target today is very dangerous, they may have participated in the assassination of the councilor, this operation must ensure that it is captured in one fell swoop, and these guys must not be let go." The Director of Operations nodded and addressed the female staff.

"Understood, sir."

After a while, several members of the command team came to the command room.

Looking at the members of S.H.I.E.L.D. who were busy around him, the head of operations smiled slightly, and thought with some emotion that the guy who used to hunt us down can now obediently do things under me, I have to say, the world is impermanent.

Two off-road vehicles were carried, and the personnel of the No. 10 or so operation team galloped out of the base.

"Captain, why do you think these extremists are hiding in the city?" A slightly younger member of the team in the car pouted and asked a little boredly, in fact, they have arrested a lot of so-called extremists, some of them are indeed extreme, but some of them seem to be quite cooperative, and even some of them, without even saying a word, they left with their heads down.

That's what makes this young team member the strangest thing the most.

"What do you care about them? Wren, don't think about things you shouldn't think, we're not a regular force, and our mission may be strange at times, but you know, everything we do is for the security of our country, we're not the f/b/i who don't have anything to bully the poor, we're an organization dedicated to special situations. In the co-pilot's seat, the guy known as the captain said to Wren very sincerely.

He is different from Wren, who is just a newcomer from the Marine Corps and has no idea what kind of existence his unit is.

Of course, even the captain himself doesn't know exactly what they do, he has participated in countless missions, some to protect scientists, some to solve hostage crises, and sometimes even to protect some cultural relics!

Truth be told, he sometimes thinks that this is more chaotic than his duties when he was a Navy SEAL, and maybe even some of the police work is more dedicated than he is now.

After all, the police just need to catch the bad guys and deal with the bank robbers or something, at least they won't go to some backward country to protect a bunch of strange scientists and dig up antiquities.

"Don't do that...... We're just arresting people, and it's not something too serious. Wren pursed his lips and said unhappily, although his question was not too serious, but he still wanted to ask...... For Mao, many of these extremists are the kind of guys who look no different from ordinary people.

Even the guy he went to arrest last time was reading comics in a bookstore, and in the face of being surrounded by a group of armed men with guns pointed at them, he could still say flatly, "Wait a minute, I'll finish reading it right away......"

Well, although this doesn't act like an ordinary person, after all, most ordinary people don't face a bunch of guns and can be so calm, but Wren still remembers that after that guy was caught in the car, he could still talk about how the comics he was chasing recently!

This Nima is completely abnormal, okay, this is not a comedy, where does that joke look like an extremist?

It's completely unscientific, could it be that the current extremists have become purebred otaku? How much nerve does their organization leader have to be to endure a group of such subordinates?

"Wren, listen to me, this is not the Marine Corps, there are not so many tasks that can be used as talking points, even if we are going to solve the hostage crisis, we will eventually have to give up the reporter's camera to the police or something." The captain glanced at Wren's expression, knowing that the kid didn't take his words to heart at all, and said with a sigh.

"Attention to all personnel, attention to all personnel, the location of the target is Area XX, No. XX, Building XX, Level XX, and in case of resistance, direct killing is allowed."

"Uh...... Killed? That's what I said last time...... ...... result," Wren said with some disdain when he heard a voice on the radio.

Speaking of which, since Wren came here, he has participated in three arrest operations, and none of them resisted, at most, they saw their own GIs and ran away, maybe it was the craziest resistance.

Anyway, Wren didn't care about the rhetoric on the radio at all.

It was almost late at night, there were not many pedestrians on the streets, and this group of S.H.I.E.L.D. arrest teams were already ready for the target location conveyed on the radio.

Just wait for an order, arrest someone and call it a day.

In fact, most of this group didn't pay much attention to this mission, because many old people already knew that they were just here to catch some mutants hiding in the civilian crowd, and most of the mutants seemed to have been notified and followed them very obediently.

Of course, there are some who want to escape, but it's not a big deal.

At the previous S.H.I.E.L.D. base, a group of members of the command team watched their operations director, waiting for their operations director to give orders.

"Action!" The Director of Operations said with a wave of his hand to the members of the command team.

"The two mutants seem to be useful this time...... It's not like the previous crap, but the Baron's hobbies are really weird. The Director of Operations thought silently in his heart, remembering what the Baron had said when he was assigned to S.H.I.E.L.D. to lurk, and there seemed to be an even more terrible secret hidden behind the mutants.

Even more terrifying secrets than the mutants themselves.

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