Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 123 Attack on the Delta Wing

"A meeting at this time?" John Garrett, the eighth-level agent "Clairvoyance" who had just finished his lunch, yawned lazily, "What's the theme of the meeting?"

His qualifications in S.H.I.E.L.D. are very old, even much more senior than Phil Coulson, and he recruited and trained a large number of elite agents including Grant Ward.Not only is he proficient in firearms and various fighting techniques, but his whole body has undergone biological transformation, giving him strength and agility far beyond ordinary people.

"I heard it's dealing with aliens..." the notified internal staff replied cautiously.

"Aliens?" Garrett became a little interested. "Is it like Star Wars? Or ET?"

In fact, he knows that there are aliens, and he has participated in the research on the Cree, but he does not think that aliens will pay attention to the barren planet of the earth-there are so many planets rich in resources, what does the earth have?A bunch of worthless carbs?

"Sir, I don't know..."

"Okay, I'll go now!"

Taking the elevator up to the large conference room on the 21st floor, Garrett glanced at the participants inside. Well, they were all elite agents from various fronts. His most valued apprentice, Grant Ward, was sitting in the last row. The idler is studying the ceiling lamps.

"There are so many people!" Garrett originally wanted to sit next to his apprentice, but another senior agent stopped him. He didn't refuse, and sat down casually.

There were already more than 200 people at the meeting. "Crossbones" Rumlow walked in from the gate and asked, "Did you see Phil? I plan to talk to him about..."

"Phil Coulson?" Garrett raised his head from the small talk, looked around, "I didn't see him, he's probably still in the elevator."

"Is it more important to play later? You really have a lot of airs!" Rumlow was about to sit next to Garrett, but Garrett stood up frowning.

"Colson didn't come, Hill didn't come, Romanov didn't come, Patton didn't come...the situation is wrong!"

The meeting room suddenly became dark, and the noise suddenly became noisy.

Garrett's face suddenly changed, and he shouted like a thunderbolt: "Don't make noise!"

As a senior veteran agent, and the captain of a certain branch of Hydra, Garrett's reputation in S.H.I.E.L.D. is quite high.He roared, and the meeting room immediately fell silent.

Sure enough, in the quiet conference room, dense gunshots were heard downstairs immediately.

"An accident happened!" Almost all of the people present were elite agents, and even the internal staff had good strength. The first time they heard the movement downstairs, these people immediately made the most correct reaction—they pulled out the With the weapons on their bodies, the cats bowed their waists to start a battle queue, and quickly left the venue one after another in the dark.

But it was too late, the elevator was blocked, and the mechs swept up the safety ladder layer by layer.

All escape routes were immediately blocked by debris. Two mechas patrolled the front and rear halls on the first floor.

"The Punisher" Frank Custer and "Dumbang" Dugan have gone crazy. They each led a team of mechas to form a formation, kicked down every door on every floor of the building, and then took the lead. After a frantic sweep, the high-precision thermal imaging sensor pointed out the position of every living thing for them.Under this sudden attack, the Hydra members who were caught off guard had no time to react, and were beaten into a cloud of blood mist by high-explosive weapons.

In front of this group of veterans who have experienced many battles, almost all resistance has become a joke.

Someone frantically roared into the communicator, wanting to inform the current situation and ask for reinforcements, but all internal and external communications were disconnected, and only disorderly busy tones came from the microphone.

Someone tried to jump out of cover to fight back, but their guns were just fire sticks in front of the mecha.

More smart people tried to escape from the pipes and vents, but they were shot and killed one by one by the sharpshooter "Hawkeye" Button as soon as they appeared.

"It's so fast!" Standing not far from the delta wing building, Phil Coulson stared at the window that was already emitting thick smoke, "10 minutes, the eleventh floor... There are thousands of people in there Woolen cloth!"

"That means there are thousands of hydra!" At some point, Nick Fury was already standing behind Coulson. What survives is the beginning of a bigger storm."

"Master Director!" Cows asked with a smile, "After this battle, how many people are left in the New York headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D.? If you can't support an organization, how about disbanding it?"

"Don't worry, Cows!" Fury didn't speak, and Coulson came out to be a good guy again, "There must be hundreds of them. As long as there is fire, it will not be difficult to rebuild S.H.I.E.L.D."

"130 seven people, including me!" Fury didn't move, but replied calmly, "The existence of S.H.I.E.L.D. is meaningful. If there is no S.H.I.E.L.D., even if you want to scold the federal government Can't find anything..."

Makes sense!

In fact, what Fury said is right at all. Although all previous catastrophe events have relied on the performance of superheroes, every time the scapegoat, clean up the mess, and solve the tail, without exception, it is the credit of S.H.I.E.L.D.No matter how ugly the solution is, with S.H.I.E.L.D., at least there is someone to finish it off.In other words, no big event can do without S.H.I.E.L.D. supporting the bottom line.

Moreover, except for Nick Fury, no one can deal with the criticism of those politicians.From this point of view, it is not only necessary to keep S.H.I.E.L.D., but also to allow this agency to continue to operate normally, so that Fury can get the capital to talk to the government.

"He's right!" Iron Man landed on the ground with a bang, and walked over with a click, the mask opened, revealing Tony Stark's slightly flushed face with excitement.

This time he took the initiative to ask to participate, not only turning the entire delta-wing building into a communication restricted area, but also smashing the two helicopters on the roof to pieces. One man's world.

"SHIELD can't disappear, at least they have to be responsible for the persuasion work of the World Security Council."

He smiled and made a gesture towards Nick Fury, "I think S.H.I.E.L.D. should arrange better politicians in the next step. Only politicians can deal with politicians. Do you have such a candidate? I think Wilson Fisk is a good one." Candidates for..."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has no precedent for recruiting gang leaders!" Coulson was a little amused, but couldn't laugh. He could only say, "Actually, they really care about your attitude, Tony, maybe you can..."

"Only I can order myself!" Stark thought for a while, "Phil, I have time to bring over the consultant contract from last time. I feel that I have the responsibility and obligation to provide good advice to S.H.I.E.L.D."

After seeing the relics left by his father, he also figured it out, and he no longer has the strong resistance to S.H.I.E.L.D.-after all, this is Howard Stark's hard work.

Fury looked at his watch, then squinted his eyes and looked at the smoky building, and sighed softly.

"Cowus, would you like to accompany me to meet Alexander?"

"Why me? I don't know Pierce, so it's none of my business?" Cows just wanted to scold his mother, but suddenly remembered something, nodded and said, "Okay! Let me explain in advance, I won't say anything to him!"

(End of this chapter)