Again, that's the same sentence.

This war was never provoked by Hawke on his own initiative.

Hawke had never intended to turn New York City into a battlefield, and, even without him, the Irish Gang had pulled out the Hellfire MANPADS for show.

So whether or not Hawk pulled the trigger, this Hellfire shoulder-fired missile was already destined for him to be launched.

Even, New York City should be glad that the trigger was pulled by Hawke.

The reason is simple.

Hawke pulls the trigger and kills only the damned people, and if the trigger had been pulled by the Irish Gang, who knows how many innocent people would have died under the Hellfire MANPADS.

This war was provoked by S.H.I.E.L.D. on its own initiative.

Hawke also killed people from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Since the other party wants to arrest him, then Hawke will think that the other party is also ready to die.

You can't ask others to die, but think that you won't die.

It doesn't make sense.

【Ding! 】

【Ding! 】

【Ding! 】

[Strength +1, Constitution +1, Speed +1, Mind +1, German +2, German +1]

When Hawke and Catherine recounted that he pulled the trigger and that saving people meant more than killing, the ball of light that only Hawke could see flew in a straight line of two kilometers and sank into Hawke's body.

It's just that......

"Huh? German? ”

"What's wrong?"

"It's fine."

Hawke shook his head, feeling this wave, and suddenly brought the achievement of German +3, his expression began to become a little strange.

How is it that there are people in the S.H.I.E.L.D. team who can speak German?

Could it be that there are three Hydra agents in there?

Hawke blinked.

"They didn't slow down."

"Huh?"

"Expected to arrive at Illidan Avenue in fifteen minutes."

"Roger!"

Hawke said, turned around, and left the roof of the abandoned building without any nostalgia.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

The armored car that came out of the underground garage of the 12th Precinct did not make any stop and drove on Hofton Boulevard.

"Sir, L is dead."

"I see it."

Coulson said in a deep voice, he also didn't expect that the folk customs of New York City were not inferior to the Lone Star State, and even the bazooka was used.

Damn, aren't you afraid that the helicopter is loaded with the real Zack Stanley, what can you get for this bombing except for wasting money for a bazooka?

…… Wait a minute!

Coulson thought of this and was suddenly stunned.

The next second.

A name, Coulson thought of, and then, almost through gritted teeth, uttered it.

“King！”

"Did King do that?"

"That's right, no one will be that crazy except him."

Coulson took a deep breath, thinking of the image of King being on the highway at that time, without any regard for the safety of civilians, directly intercepting and killing almost all the agents who were with Hawkeye, including Hawkeye, and harming a hapless citizen who was brutally injured in it, and said in a deep voice: "That's right, this is what King did." ”

Coulson couldn't think of anyone else who would do such a thing other than King.

The Irish gang people are partying.

No one else knew where the rocket came from, but the Irish knew it was their rocket.

It's just that......

"Boss, Little K, they knocked down the helicopter, what if 50 million is also on it?"

"Stupid, do you see if they're slowing down?"

"Nope."

"If 50 million is on the plane, what are they driving for, making it clear that 50 million is not in the sky, but in the car, fast, fast, go, you must get 50 million."

"yes."

A member of the Irish gang who asked a question listened to his boss's explanation, reacted instantly, and hurriedly kept up with the pace of preparing to the guy to grab 50 million.

The boss is right, if 50 million were really on the plane, the law enforcement team that saw the death of the target and completely failed would definitely stop directly.

Where is it like this, not only does the speed not decrease, but even the speed is getting faster and faster?

Fifty million Zach Stanley must have been one of these twenty-odd armored vehicles.

Anyway, it's not just the Irish gangs that came over, the other gangs, after falling from the helicopter, also came to their senses, and after reminiscing, they also fell into a carnival.

Fifty million in the sky, they can only look at the sky and sigh.

But 50 million is on the ground, so isn't it easy to grab these 50 million?

They are not thieves or robbers.

We're bandits.

"Jeromy!"

"Understood."

Jeromy, who was called out, answered, looked at the road that was about to come to an end, and ordered the agent driving the armored car: "Turn right in the ninth block." ”

The driving agent nodded, split off with the convoy of armored vehicles, turned right, and slowly drove into the ninth block.

The other three teams turned left to continue on Hofton Avenue and then turned right at the end of the road onto Illidan Avenue.

"Boss, what should I do?"

"Grab the left or the right."

"The intelligence said the car was on Illidan Avenue."

"No, the intelligence didn't say there would be a helicopter, boss, I think it's on the right."

"Shet, grab the one on the right."

The Irish gang and the Russian gang, who had already formed an alliance, saw this scene and almost made a decision in a flash of light, and then roared angrily.

The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers.

No matter.

Let's talk about it!

In an instant, the Irish-Russians moved directly.

At the moment when the convoy had just been diverted.

Almost at the moment when Jeromy's five armored cars had just driven into the ninth block, there was a boom, a roar of a truck, and with a bang, it blasted out of a garage and slammed into the body of the armored car of the first car, overturning the first armored car in an instant.

Tangled, another truck flew the last armored car, and then, directly with the truck, blocked five armored vehicles.

Agent Jeromy was very unlucky, on the armored head car, at the moment of impact, just about to report his situation to Coulson, poof, with the arrival of the special plane, the walkie-talkie signal pole directly stabbed him in the throat, poof, instant bleeding.

The Irish and Russians from Hell's Kitchen, armed with various weapons, rushed straight out.

This scene completely made the people in the vicinity unable to sit still.

"Shet!"

"Not good, fifty million."

"Damn, this is Lao Tzu."

"Such a damn Russian, who can't get along with his own turf, went to New York City to steal our jobs, and now he doesn't even let go of our money."

"Get out and them, 50 million should be ours."

"Dog, dog!"

Accompanied by all kinds of thoughts, more people who are not only expecting the Irish and Russians to charge for them, but also worried that the Irish and the Russians will not be able to sit still, for fear that the Irish and the Russians will snatch the 50 million, and all kinds of guys have joined this battlefield.

Moment.

Guns and flames.

Blood and bullets.

Flying everywhere, it was just a blink of an eye, and the entire Ninth Block fell in a second, becoming a battlefield.

Struggling to support themselves with armored vehicles, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had to deal with the Irish and Russians with their powerful firepower, while also guarding against some other cold guns to see if they could pick up the guys.

The Irish and Russians did not feel good either.

The same goes for others.

In the blink of an eye, three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had died, almost ten Irish and Russians had died, and others who feared that the Irish and Russians would make money had left behind a dozen corpses.

And all this is because of money.

A sum of 50 million destined to become hard-earned money!

The Gucci and Cesare members of the alliance looked at each other as they watched the Irish and the Russians.

"Fifty million led by the Irish and the Russians?"

"No!"

"Fifty million should be on the other three teams."

"Then we ......"

"We're not in a hurry, we're going out when they're almost dead."

“…… Good! ”

Originally, some criminals who saw the Irish and Russians, and some of them were hot-eyed, looked at the convoy that had been fighting for so long and still didn't make any stops, and instantly came back to their senses.

It's still the same as before.

If 50 million were on the convoy that turned right in the ninth block, then the other three convoys would have already turned around and were ready to support.

So......

It's also a fake target, really 50 million, and it's still on one of the three convoys.

Zack Stanley, who was sitting in an armored car with vibranium handcuffs and vibranium anklets, listened to the sound of battlefield gunfire in his ears, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents Jim and Myron, who were sitting opposite him and escorting him, and looked at the expressions on the faces of the two agents, and suddenly laughed.

Jim, who was grumpy and called Zach Stanley a scumbag, listened to the sudden ridicule and looked at Zack Stanley in a deep voice: "Scum, what are you laughing at?" ”

The handcuffs and anklets were cuffed together, and Zach Stanley, who was nailed to the floor of the car, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a beautiful arc: "I'm afraid you won't be able to hold out until the moment when you send me to prison...... Yes! ”

Jim burst out before Zach Stanley finished his sentence and threw a punch directly at Zach Stanley.

With this punch, Zach Stanney's nostrils were bleeding instantly.

But......

"Hahaha!"

Zach Stanley laughed and looked at Jim who was waving his fist with blood on his face: "It's okay, you continue, anyway, the final outcome must be doomed, I will live, and you, will die, die miserably." ”

When Jim heard this, he couldn't help but prepare to swing his fist.

But......

Myron, who was on the side, hurriedly grabbed Jim.

……

(End of chapter)