"Long live the hydra."

Agent Hitvel felt that this slogan, which he had been shouting for half his life, seemed particularly harsh today.

The mission given to him by Pierce was glorious and great, and Pierce's plan was correct, and in his current capacity, Captain America would definitely come to him if he wanted information about Project Insight.

Therefore, he pinned the Hydra badge in a prominent position, made a smug look, and made frequent contact with his colleagues.

But Hitwell guessed all morning what they would do against him.

Is it pointing a gun at yourself?

Long-range sniper rifles?

Do you need to pay extra attention to whether you have red spots on your chest?

Or do you call yourself by posing as a colleague?

Black Widow should also have this technical means.

Or do you just rush up and kidnap yourself as if you were blocking the road and robbing them?

In public, even Captain America wouldn't do that, would he?

It's like even if they caught Captain America, they couldn't shoot him in public.

That leads directly to huge social problems.

Captain America should be able to imagine that it would be absolutely inappropriate to treat himself as an international agent on the surface.

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So when Hitwell, who had been hanging outside all morning, didn't notice any red spots on his body, and didn't get any strange phone calls, he began to wonder if he was overacting.

Rumlow had already called himself three times to make sure, but he was like no one......

Could it be that Captain America found out that this was a trap and found another target?

But Captain America didn't disappoint Hitwell after all.

Even he couldn't help but praise Pierce's great forward-thinking.

Merely...... It would be better if they could be gentle and kidnap themselves back.

When Hitville saw the light again, he appeared on the top of a building.

He clutched his chest, his heart about to jump out of his mouth—

What did he go through just now?

He was sitting outside a coffee house, ready to taste the coffee he had just ordered.

In broad daylight, in full view of everyone, he was swallowed by an invisible object with a chair......

That's right, swallow it in one bite!

The frightened Hitwell was absolutely sure that he was in the mouth of some kind of beast!

The sharp teeth crushed the chair that had come in with him before he could react!

And he tried all kinds of methods, even took out a portable high-temperature cutting machine, and he didn't let this unknown beast move at all!

How is this possible!

Or is it an illusion?!

But who can explain what is going on with his saliva?!

Steve looked at the acquaintance who was spit out by Sculle and wanted to go up and punch him, but now he stopped grinning.

"What is that! What are you going to do! ”

Fortunately, Hitwell has not forgotten his role.

He seems to be flustered, but in fact he is very confident.

Because he has a positioning device on his body, the special combat team that has always monitored his location will track him down here as soon as they find him suddenly missing!

As long as he delays long enough, Captain America is no match for the heavily armed special operations team!

Rumlow has repeatedly emphasized several times that the last time the space in the elevator was too small, and there were no heavy weapons to shake off the shelf, they were escaped by Captain America!

"Hitwell...... Looks like the last time I went to kill those pirates and rescued you, it was a complete joke. ”

Skull remains invisible, and Sam is mobile support, so it's just Steve and Hitwell.

"Captain, what are you talking about, I ......"

"Tell me Zola's algorithm!"

Steve hesitated, stepped forward and kicked Hitwell down, then rubbed the sole of his shoe on the ground:

"What did you do on the Lemuria Star?"

"Algorithms? I haven't heard of it, Lemuria Star? I...... I threw up on it and I got seasick! ”

He got up tremblingly, wiped his glasses, and smiled reluctantly—

Is Captain America's kick that good?

He already felt that he was bleeding from his stomach, and his mouth was full of blood:

"Captain Rogers, you're now a wanted criminal for S.H.I.E.L.D......."

He watched as Steve stepped forward, and he stepped back, but he had stepped back to the edge —

Take a step back, and he's going to be in free fall.

"Hoo ......"

Hitville calmed down in vain:

"Aha...... It's so high here, but you're Captain America, God's righteous, and you're going to kidnap me in broad daylight for this little thing......

And then throw me down from here? ”

He slowly showed a confident smile, and shook his head confidently without panicking:

"It's not your style, Captain Rogers."

"That's right."

Steve had already walked across from him, reaching out to push him down, but he looked at Skull's saliva in disgust:

"Not only is it not my style, it's going to make me a little bit less comfortable to work with."

"But compared to being swallowed by a wolf, being pushed off the roof by a wolf is not unacceptable, right?"

Steve spread his hands, and then Hitwell felt like he had been hit by something invisible, and fell down with a terrible howl.

"Wow, that's miserable."

Scul's voice came from an unseen location:

"He should hold out a little longer, his reinforcements have arrived."

"Can you do it?" Steve looked behind him, and there was already a helicopter flying over.

"Of course, it's daytime, and it's almost noon."

Scour's voice was a little further away:

"How cooked do you want it?"

“…… Fully cooked! ”

"No problem."

During the brutal bombardment by the solar cannons, Sam dragged Hitwell by the collar and threw him on the rooftop.

Hitwell's howl came to an abrupt end as he saw a giant golden wolf, three meters tall, spewing a pillar of light from its mouth.

The sun in the sky seemed to be brighter, and the solar beams of the heat wave could be felt here, blasting the gunships of the special combat team directly into debris.

No, it should be...... Molten metal sap.

As for the big explosion in the air and the few pieces of coke that fell, Hitwell did not dare to look at it.

He understood, why should he do this......

"Zola's algorithm is a program that is used to select the target ...... of insights"

He surrendered decisively, he can reason with Captain America and fight the edge, what can he say to the beast that destroys all the members of the special operations team with one mouth open?!

He didn't even have the heart to think about where this thing came from!

"What goal?"

"You, Tony Stark, Oaks Lynn, Bruce Banner, a host in Cairo, Deputy Secretary of Defense, a high school graduate in Iowa City, Stephen Strange, everything that threatens Hydra!"

"Now and in the future!"