The salary king in the comics

Chapter 278
Hill is communicating with the World Security Council, trying to persuade them not to drop nuclear weapons.

And Hill, who is here, has also become a rivet. If she stays here, the nuclear bomb of the World Security Council will fall 1 minute later.

Hill's role is to maintain the connection between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the World Security Council. If she dies here, it will inevitably affect the order of the World Security Council.

Even the disappearance of Nick Fury will not be as big as the disturbance caused by Hill's disappearance or death. After all, when Nick Fury was in office, Hill was already an agent arranged by the World Security Council and was responsible for becoming the nail of the World Security Council.

This is why Hill was able to quickly take charge of the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. after Nick Fury disappeared. She knew almost everything about S.H.I.E.L.D.

But now Hill is not sure if he understands the S.H.I.E.L.D.

Just now, she was forced to hack to death a person who tried to get her hands on the wolf knight's great sword. This person was personally reviewed by her. She thought she knew this subordinate well, but she couldn't see his true intentions clearly.

What is strange is that these agents have tried, as long as they step out of the protection range of the wolf knight's great sword, they will completely lose their five senses, become a member of the darkness, and any means of communication will be useless.

But within the scope of the wolf knight's great sword, Hill can even go to Twitter to see the news that Sao Bao Stark is showing off his Stark Tower is about to be completed.

Everyone present has discovered the specialness of this protective circle, so now the wolf knight's great sword has become the target of everyone's competition.As long as you get the big sword, you have the hope of living alone!

If this was the previous S.H.I.E.L.D., there would never be such a situation of disobeying orders and being free and loose, but now, the darkness of hell magnifies their dark side.

Now everyone is a competitor, everyone is an enemy that hinders their survival!
There were several gunshots from the Quinjet fighter, and after the bullets bounced off the inner wall of the cabin, there were several painful dull sounds.

Then there was the sound of the engine warming up, and everyone's eyes were drawn to the Quin-jet fighter that was about to take off.

Here is the hope of escape!Everyone was running towards the Quin-type fighter plane, the original orders and regulations had long been forgotten, and most of the people present now only had eyes on the Quin-type fighter plane that was about to take off.

On the rack outside the plane, someone has already snatched the position in advance, waiting for the plane to take him away.

However, the companion who followed him mercilessly pulled his legs and tore him to the ground, and then mercilessly stomped on his friend on the ground.

In order to compete for this slightest chance, the two began to tear and fight mercilessly.

The agents present at the scene seemed to have forgotten the fighting skills they had trained in the past, and only the three axes of street fighting were left.

At this moment, the vicious people seem to have forgotten that they originally wanted to be a pendant on the Quin-style fighter so that they could escape from the darkness. They just focused on facing the enemy in front of them, closed their mouths, and bit down .

Hill has given up any hope for the situation in front of her. Only Sharon Carter can barely maintain her sanity by her side. This may be because Hill secretly gave her the moss ball fruit before.

The engine of the Quin-jet fighter jet has already warmed up, and the turbine engine spews flames downward. It only takes a few seconds of acceleration to leave this hell.

Just as the Kun-type fighter was hovering to find its direction, several short spears made of energy accurately hit the engine of the Kun-type fighter.

The explosion of the engine caused the plane to fall from the sky weakly to the ground. Fortunately, the hovering distance was not high, and the plane that fell to the ground could still maintain the integrity of the fuselage.

But the people in the dark didn't give the plane a chance. They shot the plane with short spears one after another, directly turning the plane into a hedgehog.

At the same time, these short spears seem to have some unique power, piercing the aircraft, causing the aircraft to directly annihilate a layer of outer armor.

At this moment, the Quin-type fighter is like cheese, covered with various holes, revealing various equipment inside and the pilot looking for an opportunity to escape.

Before the driver had time to unbuckle his seat belt, two more short spears shot in through the hole opened first, and one shot directly hit the driver's chest, pinning him to the seat, and followed by Another short spear that was thrown directly took away his head.

Crazy S.H.I.E.L.D. staff, the deadly short spear shot in the dark, this kind of change made Hill look desperately into the dark, and kept getting close to the wolf knight's great sword, as if only this great sword could give her a sense of security .

Hill's back was tightly pressed against the wolf knight's great sword, and Sharon Carter was pushed down under him, holding the sword carefully to guard against threats in the dark.

But the voices in the darkness were getting closer and closer, and also more and more orderly, just like uniform soldiers approaching in groups.

These voices are like ghosts, neat but elusive, only the strange pace echoes in your ears.

Ever since the Quin-type fighter was killed, there were no short spears fired again. These ghosts seemed to be hunting, fixing their prey in one place to prevent them from escaping from the encirclement.

At this time, a figure passed through the protection range of the wolf knight's great sword and appeared in Hill's field of vision, and then more figures with the same equipment appeared one after another, showing a tendency to encircle, surrounding the protection circle, surrounding everyone in the middle.

These people wore tall conical hats similar to Hawkwood's, but without Hawkwood's brim like a cowboy hat, just an iron cone covering their heads.

Under the green cloak is a gray armor. In order to ensure flexibility, the armor of these soldiers only protects the most important chest and waist, and the rest is leather or cloth armor.

These soldiers who just appeared are often in groups of three. The two in the front row hold shields, one holds a saber, the other holds a light spear, and the one behind is a step behind, holding a burning torch in his hand. Overhead, to illuminate the surroundings for those in front.

Hill noticed that the people who appeared were still stained with snowflakes, as if they had just walked out of the snow-capped mountains.

Like the snowflakes on their bodies, these soldiers did not bring the slightest warmth. They held green wooden shields that were the same color as their own cloaks and guarded carefully. The light spears seemed to be specially designed. With each throw, There will always be phantoms of short spears condensed into reality, accurately finding every crazy S.H.I.E.L.D. staff.

These soldiers did not communicate at all, as if they were born unable to speak, they just repeated the movements of their hands, quickly killing everyone on the scene.

Hill's voice was abruptly swallowed back in her throat. She didn't know how to communicate with these ruthless people, let alone how her voice would be dealt with.

Hill just slightly moved Sharon Carter in his direction, and dozens of short spears shot towards him.

These short spears were like a warning, and accurately drew a circle around her to surround her and Sharon Carter.

These soldiers fought in a small team and quickly killed all moving objects on the ground. Just when Hill thought the battle of these people was over, those people with sabers moved.

They raised their sabers and held them flat like the etiquette of the undead team, and then swiftly slashed, the blades and air currents tearing apart everyone on the ground.

Originally, some people were pretending to be dead on the ground, but their bodies were chopped into pieces before they could react in such an attack, and they became one of the many pieces.

These saber soldiers interspersed with each other with swift knife skills and thrusts, without revealing a single gap, ensuring that every person or corpse on the ground had their scars and then quickly returned to their original positions.

Waiting for the two people in front to complete their actions, the soldier behind holding a torch for illumination quickly stepped forward, holding the torch obliquely on his chest, and the flame was just aimed at his mouth.

I saw them bending down slightly, blowing towards the front, and a violent stream of fire like a flamethrower came from the torch, burning everything here.

Hill watched helplessly as they burned everyone's bodies to ashes, but they didn't seem to be satisfied, and even burned every inch of the ground to black before stopping.

Hill opened her mouth, she wanted to make some sound, but fear just made her open her mouth, and the sound just echoed in her soul and mind.

At this moment, she didn't dare to take any action. This team has a complete process for the attack control of long-range short spears, the rapid penetration and hunting of melee combat, and even the final destruction of corpses and traces.

There is no communication between them, and even the coordination between different teams is exquisite. This is a troop that exists only for hunting.

Hill has already felt the chill from these Frank ghosts, and the murderous aura is like the snowstorm on them, freezing Hill to death.

Several small teams surrounded Hill cautiously. They held shields to block their key parts to prevent Hill from counterattacking.

And those short spears have already been raised, as long as there is a slight movement, Hill will only be greeted by the end of thousands of spears piercing his heart.

Hill looked at these thin and tall fighters. Their faces covered by the veils only left the place for the eyes. Those empty eyes seemed to have decided what kind of execution they would give to the person in front of them.

Just as the short spears of these soldiers had been raised above their heads, and the moment they were about to be thrown, the soldiers quickly gathered them up as if they had received some order, and stood in formation according to their duties.

They split into two lines, and the soldiers at the head and the tail blew flames, as if to greet someone.

At this time, a group of people came out from the darkness. They were wearing the same clothes as Hawkwood who left, and even the murderous look in the scarlet eyes under their scarves was exactly the same. They treated everything equally, as if everything could be killed Object.

Seeing the soldiers' respect for these newcomers, and the similarity of the clothes as imitations, Hill gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart, "This is actually an army of servants!" '

(End of this chapter)