I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

The rain is still falling.

This sudden shooting did not cause much disturbance.

Perhaps in the early hours of the morning, coupled with heavy rain, apart from the hurried vehicles on the road, there were only one or two pedestrians holding umbrellas and witnessing the whole process.

These people, holding the indifferent mentality that more is better than less, did not take out their mobile phones to call the police, but accelerated their steps...

"Hoo...ha...huh...ha..."

A burst of rapid breathing sounded in the car.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Rumlow endured the pain of every inch of his body's muscles and tried to pull out the dagger in his boots.

That **** bastard, when I find you, I will torture you to death!

While cursing inwardly at the guy who fired, he started to cut the jammed seat belt with the dagger in his hand.

If it weren't for the moment he was about to hit the guardrail, he slammed on the brakes, and coupled with the protection of the seat belt, he had already been in a violent collision, and accompanied by inertia, the whole person flew out of the car.

In that case, it's not as simple as just breaking two ribs and spraining the arm...

At this moment, a slight groan sounded from behind!

Rumlow turned his head vigilantly, but found that he was not the only one who had survived this assassination...

Although his pale face was stained with blood, his eyes were dull.

However, the bald brother Sitwell may be the least injured person in the entire car.

He was protected by a seat belt, but when the car hit the guardrail, his forehead accidentally hit the hard part of the front seat, and he was dizzy for a while.

At this moment, he did not forget to hug the silver suitcase in his arms tightly.

"Sitwell? Are you okay?"

"I...I'm okay, but my head is a little dizzy..."

Seeing that the bald brother was not dead, Rumlow also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Under such circumstances, the odds of survival for two people must be much higher than for one person...

After the seat belt was "tear and pulled", Rumlow did not immediately push the car door, but asked the bald brother behind:

"Is your satellite phone on hand? We need support!"

"It should be, I'm looking for..."

After the bald brother found his satellite phone, he immediately sent a request for support to the nearest S.H.I.E.L.D. bureau.

Had it not been for the death order, and the identity of the Hydra could not be revealed at any moment, the bald brother would like to immediately notify him, and let them come and support himself at the Hydra base in Japan...

However, the distant water cannot save the nearby fire.

Since the nearest branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. is in Malacca, no matter how fast it is, it will take a certain amount of time to reach Tokyo.

There is no way, Rumlow can only rely on his years of mercenary experience and strong survival skills to seek a ray of life in such a desperate situation!

After looking around, Rumlow quickly came up with a simple escape plan.

"I don't know if that **** is still somewhere, holding a gun, and aiming at us. However, staying in the car is no way. We can only wait for support or counterattack if we find a safe place as soon as possible. So , Wait a minute, I count to three, we open the car door together and rush into the alley over there!"

After talking about his plan, Rumlow couldn't help turning his head to look at the pale-faced brother, with a serious tone: "Understood?"

"Understood." Nodding, Sitwell couldn't help tightening the suitcase in his arms.

It wasn't that Rumlow hadn't thought about it. He threw down the bald brother and ran away by himself.

However, when he thought that the bald man could also be used as a bait, Rumlow gave up the idea.

What's more, the suitcase in Elder Bald's hand is something that is very important to him, and he can't just leave Elder Bald in this way.

In that case, even if he escaped back alone, he would not be able to escape the punishment from above.

The plan has been made, the next step is to implement...

"one…"

"two…"

"three!"

As soon as the voice fell, Rumlow and Sitwell simultaneously pushed open the door of the car that was deformed by the collision, faced the heavy rain, and rushed to the alley on the left side of the vehicle together!

In order to avoid the bullets that might be fired at any time, the two of them squatted and walked in snakeskin, rushing all the way.

Until the two rushed into the alley and leaned against the wall under the eaves, they did not hear any gunshots coming from their ears.

"Huh... he... he should be leaving..."

The bald brother speculated as he breathed.

However, Rumlow, who had a stronger physical fitness, held the dagger in his hand tightly and remained vigilant at all times.

He didn't think that the other party just left.

Not only that, but his instinct tells himself that if the other party is a professional killer, it is impossible to leave like this.

I don't know who or what the other party's goal is.

However, Rumlow speculated that the other party should have come for the medicine in the suitcase.

Maybe, at this time, the other party is in a dark place~www.readwn.com~ with those eyes that are not emotional, staring at them closely...

Thinking of this, the urgency in Rumlow's heart suddenly surged.

He looked at Sitwell who was still panting, and asked in a deep voice, "All right? We have to leave here quickly and find a safe..."

Before Rumlow finished speaking, the mutation was abrupt!

A black figure, like a dark night ghost coming and going without a trace, is falling from the sky with the constant falling rain!

Snapped!

The boots made a crisp sound when they stepped on the low-lying water.

For a time, the whole world seemed to have stopped.

Looking at the men in black who suddenly appeared in front of them, Rumlow and Sitwell both responded with horror flashing in their eyes, not forgetting the conditioned reflex!

The bald brother suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist and tried to shoot at the man in black!

And Rumlow slammed his right hand fiercely, and threw the fighting dagger in his hand at the chest of the man in black!

Among the sparks, the man in black moved!

He seemed to be prepared for a long time. He was holding a very ordinary Beretta 92F tightly on his right hand wearing black gloves.

Suddenly raised the muzzle, took a step first, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

"what…"

It was too late to say that the bald brother, who had just put his finger on the trigger, was shot through his arm by a bullet. The severe pain caused him to let go of the pistol while shouting.

After accurately shooting Sitwell's arm holding the gun, the man in black did not forget to dodge a little sideways, avoiding the direct dagger.

Until then, Glock 18 of the bald brother fell to the ground, making a "click!" sound...

Looking at the two people who are facing enemies, the corners of their mouths hidden under the white civet masks can't help but rise slightly.