Marvel's Super Venom

Steve took the photo on the file, which was a photo of Sam with another person, and Steve asked, "Is this Riley?"

"That's right." Sam nodded. It was Riley, the wingman who he mentioned to Steve in the Veteran's Service before, and it was Riley's death that caused Sam to want to retire early.

Natasha continued to talk about the mission Sam participated in: "I heard that because of the rockets, the helicopter can't fly in. What are you using, an invisible parachute?"

"No, it's this." Sam took another document out of the document bag and placed it in Steve's hand.

Steve laughed and asked, "Didn't you say you were a pilot?"

Sam smiled and shook his head: "No, I didn't say that."

Just when Sam thought that after reading this document, Steve would agree with him to participate in the kidnapping, but Steve refused: "I can't ask you for help, Sam, you retired for a reason."

Sam said seriously: "Man, isn't that reason enough for Captain America to ask me to help?"

Steve curled his lips, he shook the document in his hand and said, "Where can I get this thing?"

Sam replied, "The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guard doors and a twelve-inch thick steel wall."

Steve looked at Natasha, and Natasha shrugged her shoulders, so Steve said to Sam, "It should be fine."

Steve slapped the file on the table, and the name on the file was "EXO-7 Falcon."

Sitwell, whom Steve and the others wanted to kidnap, was walking out of the building with a congressman. The congressman said, "I have to fly home tonight. There is something wrong with the constituency. I have to deal with it."

Sitwell laughed: "Is there any voter who has a problem, Mr. Congressman?"

The congressman said indifferently: "Not really. She is twenty-three years old. She is a bit hot, quite hot. I remember that she wanted to be a reporter. I don't remember who. Who wants to listen to what she has to say."

"It doesn't seem to be a big problem." Sitwell tilted his head.

The congressman had a smirk on his face: "Really? She scratched my back so badly. This place is not suitable for talking about these things. The pin is good."

The congressman put his hand on the pin of Sitwell's suit, and Sitwell nodded, "Thank you."

"Hold one." The congressman hugged Sitwell, and he whispered into Sitwell's ear, "Long live Hydra!"

After sending the congressman away, Sitwell's cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and saw that it was Alexander Pierce's call, so Sitwell said to the two bodyguards, "Go and drive the car over here first."

After the two bodyguards left, Sitwell answered the phone: "Hello, sir."

Pierce said on the other end of the phone: "Agent Sitwell, did you have a good lunch? I heard that the crab cakes here are quite good."

"Who are you?" Sitwell's expression suddenly became stern. Pierce never asked him how his lunch was, and the person on the other end of the phone was definitely not Pierce.

"A handsome guy wearing sunglasses at ten o'clock."

Sitwell followed the voice on the phone and turned to ten o'clock, but there was no handsome guy in sunglasses there.

The voice came again from the phone: "Another ten o'clock direction."

Sitwell turned again, and in a street coffee shop, Sam was crossing his legs and smiling at him with a glass of drink in his hand.

"What do you want to do?" Sitwell's expression was angry, he didn't like being treated like a monkey like this.

Sam said: "You turn right at the corner, there is a gray car in the second parking space, let's go for a drive."

Sitwell said in a dissatisfied tone, "Why should I listen to you?"

Sam smiled: "Because that tie looks expensive, I don't want to get it dirty."

Sitwell looked down, his tie illuminated by an infrared spot.

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Sitwell's heart that had been let go was suspended again because of the appearance of infrared light spots.

He hasn't seen such a thing as being threatened at gunpoint for some time, but he really can't do anything about it. When he came to the gray car according to Sam's words, Steve greeted him friendly. He said hello: "Long time no see, Agent Sitwell."

Natasha patted Sitwell's shoulder together with a smile. Sitwell turned his shoulder away with dodge eyes. The commando he sent out hadn't caught Steve and Natasha yet, and now he turned back. Threatened by Steve.

Sitwell really wanted to scold the commandos one by one, but he couldn't protect himself right now. After getting in the car, Steve took him to the roof of a building, a full fifty-floor The tall buildings gave Sitwell an ominous feeling.

Steve pushed Sitwell's shoulders fiercely with both hands, and the arm strength stronger than the Guinness World Record's Hercules pushed Sitwell back uncontrollably, and smashed open the door of the roof.

Steve can be said to be very imposing and forced Sitwell to ask: "Tell me Zola's algorithm."

Sitwell was rolling on the ground, and it was just the time for the sun to go down. A slanting sun hit the roof, and the afterglow did not make Sitwell's body feel very warm.

After stopping the rolling body, Sitwell stood up and put on his glasses, and Steve asked Zola's algorithm that he would not tell him anyway.

"I've never heard of it." Sitwell stepped backwards, and Steve pushed him to the end of the rooftop. One more step back, and he would fall from a fifty-story building. Even God couldn't save him life.

Sitwell knew in his heart that Steve would not kill him, so he played sloppy and played dumb.

"What are you doing on the Star of Lemuria?" Steve gave Sitwell the last chance to confess. After learning the truth about S.H.I.E.L.D. The members of the head snake are no longer benevolent.

Especially after Fury's death, the situation has become severe. If he doesn't ask Zola's algorithm this time, he will probably be wiped out invisibly next time.

Sitwell turned his head and glanced at the scenery of the fifty-story high-rise building. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his body trembled uncontrollably: "I'm vomiting, I'm seasick."

After hearing this, Steve grabbed his shoulders and lifted him into the air. Sitwell felt the cool wind blowing from behind. The coolness of the wind was not half as cool as his heart. Sitwell was very nervous He asked tentatively, "Will you throw me out of here because of such a trivial matter?"

Sitwell still didn't believe that Captain America, Steve Rogers, who put the interests of the people first, would throw him down in such an obvious place to cause chaos.

"It's not your style, Rogers!" Sitwell sneered.

After Sitwell finished speaking, Natasha turned her head selectively without looking at him again.