I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

When Sitwell opened the suitcase, five orange potions were quietly stored in it.

"This is the latest research result."

"What is the success rate?"

"Ten percent..."

Hearing this percentage, Brother Bald couldn't help but frown, and said in a deep voice, "It's still very low."

The woman took a sip of the whiskey in the glass, then spread her hands, saying meaningfully: "What can I say? This kind of medicine is inherently unstable. Not everyone can be the lucky one for rebirth..."

"Do you think so?"

In this regard, the bald brother and crossbones who are only responsible for running errands are not qualified to make any comments.

Closing the suitcase and carrying it in his hand, the bald brother looked at the woman and said: "The goods are confirmed to be received. As for your research funds, they will soon enter your account."

"Oh!" The woman's eyes flashed with orange brilliance, then she got up, stretched out her hand to the bald brother, and smiled: "Happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!"

After the transaction was completed, Sitwell and Rumlow had no attachment, and then turned and left the room.

When I came to the lobby, I called a few members of the special team. A group of people protected the "cargo" and stepped into the elevator when they came.

Standing on the rooftop opposite the building, the mysterious figure disappeared without knowing when...

As soon as he left the door of the building, Rumlow beckoned and told one of his men: "Go and drive the car, let's leave this ghost place."

"Yes!"

Soon after, two black Mercedes-Benz cars, carrying Rumlow and a group of people, left Kabukicho.

The car drove along the main road all the way to the south.

Their destination is the mouth of the Tama River at the southeastern tip of Tokyo’s Ota district.

A S.H.I.E.L.D. Kun-style fighter plane was already there at Haneda International Airport, waiting for a long time.

Sitting in the speeding car, Rumlow glanced at the suitcase that the bald brother had been holding tightly in his arms, and then said: "I don't like these guys, they are just a bunch of lunatics..."

Although he saw this bald head not pleasing to his eyes, at least the two of them were on the same side.

As for the woman just now, ha ha...

The bald brother suddenly spoke to Rumlow, feeling a little surprised. After a while, he immediately reacted: "It can be seen. However, this is an order from above. You and I can't change it."

"Furthermore, we need their research. After all, none of us can say that someday we will use the things in it..."

While talking, Sitwell patted the suitcase with his hands, seeming to have a point.

Rumlow, who knew something about the medicine in the suitcase, closed his mouth when he heard these words.

A moment of silence fell in the car.

Just when the two black Mercedes-Benzs left the avenue and came to a relatively sparsely trafficked road, unknowingly, the sky began to float with a dense drizzle, and there was a tendency to gradually increase.

And in the dark rainy night, on a low building about 800 meters away in front of the road, a black figure suddenly appeared!

Wearing a black hooded windbreaker and a white civet cat mask, this weird man is completely invisible. He is holding a black AWM sniper rifle and aiming at the front.

Obviously, his goal is exactly the two Mercedes-Benzes in motion!

The falling raindrops did not hinder him from setting up the sniper rifle in his hand and adjusting the scope. The driver of the Mercedes-Benz driving in the front was inserted into the crosshair of the scope.

The whole figure integrated with the night, standing motionless in the rain, seems to calculate the wind speed and raindrops and other bad factors, any impact on the shooting...

The Rumlow-clothed group of people sitting in the car did not expect that a black-clothed death **** in the distance was looking at them, waiting for the fatal blow.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the distance between the two cars is getting closer and closer.

Seven hundred meters...

Six hundred meters...

Five hundred meters...

At this moment, he pulled the trigger!

boom!

A crisp gunshot covered by the sound of rain disappeared in an instant before it even started.

The bullets flying out, spinning frantically, shot through the falling raindrops, and also penetrated the space, carrying a burst of wind, and accurately hit the driver of the car driving ahead.

"Puff!" The driver sitting in the driver's seat, his head was like a watermelon that was squeezed out, and a big hole was blown out all of a sudden!

Brain plasma and blood splashed out all of a sudden, staining the entire car window red.

Squeak~~~here~~~

The vehicle without the driver is like an out-of-control bison, its tires slipped suddenly, and accompanied by a dashing drift, it directly ran into a street light not far away!

boom!

Rumlow, Sitwell and others in the other car, under the astonished gaze, the vehicle that was hit was directly hit by the fallen street light on the roof.

Judging from the sunken roof, the other three people in the car are also ill-advised.

Witnessing all this, Rumlow did not lose his instinct to fight as a mercenary. He immediately slapped the driver's seat and shouted:

"Quick! Quickly speed up! Get out of here!!"

However, the second blow that followed ~www.readwn.com~ was so timely!

boom!

The car where Rumlow and the bald brother were in, also experienced the same situation, the driver's head was opened!

However, this time, with the top mercenary Rumlow, the lives of the remaining three people in the car were temporarily saved...

"Damn it!"

While screaming, Rumlow didn't forget to get from the back seat to the driver's seat, kicking the corpse, who had lost his head, out of the car.

After receiving the steering wheel, he slammed on the accelerator and drove forward at full speed in a zigzag manner.

Under the rainy night, on the road at one o'clock in the morning, a battle

Just when Rumlow sprinted to 120 miles per hour and drove a few hundred meters away, thinking that he was out of the opponent’s attack range...

boom!

The third shot is here again!

This time, the black killer was not aiming at the driver's head, but the vehicle's tires!

With a "poof", the car driving at high speed was hit by the right front wheel and instantly lost its balance!

The whole car was hit hard as if by a huge force, and it shifted to the right.

Rumlow, who was holding the steering wheel tightly, twisted abruptly in order to stop the car that was out of control.

However, things did not go as he wanted...

Accompanied by a harsh rubbing sound, this black Benz on the road rolled over!

The car turned a few laps on the slippery road, and finally hit the guardrail with a "boom".

A burst of black gun smoke floated slowly from the car...

The assassin standing on the roof did not leave. Instead, he was holding a gun and using the sight of the scope to continue to observe the movement of the vehicle.

He seems to have a feeling that the other party did not die so easily...