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In the left and right corners of the room, each of the field agents with extraordinary skills was in charge of monitoring, and one of the agents issued a reminder.

"Fuck off!"

Ivan glared at him, and sat down on the ground, "I can eat wherever I want, and don't give me food if I can. See if you starve me to death, will you eat a gun!"

The logistician who delivered the meals was a young guy in his early twenties, probably not long after he joined S.H.I.E.L.D. He glanced at the two colleagues in embarrassment.

The oldest detective nodded, and didn't want to continue entanglement about the meal.

The logistician breathed a sigh of relief, and put the food tray on the armored helmet.

Ivan picked up the plastic fork and stirred the food in dissatisfaction, "What the hell is this? Are you Americans feeding rabbits? Just this food, in Russia, feeding rabbits is too bland!"

The two surveillance agents have heard enough of Ivan's complaints these days, and they don't take his words seriously at all. He obviously looks like a tough guy, and his mouth is broken more than anyone else.

This little negligence allowed Ivan to seize the opportunity. He quietly opened the food and saw a note stuck under the plate.

Ivan smiled, put down his fork, raised his head and said to the logistics staff: "Did you bring the wine I mentioned last time? I can't work without drinking."

His words seemed to have turned on a hidden switch, and the shyness on the logistics staff's face disappeared instantly. His eyes were cold, and he said, "I have brought two bottles."

He took out two cans of "wine" from the trolley, one orange and one blue.

One of the detectives didn't realize that something was wrong. He thought it was because the logistics staff didn't understand the rules, so he came over and said, "Hey! He can't drink—"

His words were blocked by a dagger stuck in his throat, and he could no longer speak.

The moment the agent took the first step, the logistician threw out the knife hidden in his leg!

Pfft!

The agent fell to the ground, and the other older agent immediately put his hand under his ribs.There's a pistol in there.

Draw, shoot, and hit your target.

For decades, he has done this set of movements tens of thousands of times.

But the old detective put his hand on the gun, and the logistics officer had already come in front of him and punched the detective on the elbow, forcing the detective to be unable to pull out the gun at all.

Entering close combat, the detective gave up the plan to draw the gun, and with the strength of the support staff, his body quickly turned [-] degrees, and hit the support staff on the right cheek with an elbow.

blocked!

Under the logistics officer's loose shirt, there are muscles as hard as steel, which are not moved at all.

The older agent gets old and gains experience, but also loses the strength and speed of his youth.

The elbow hit was ineffective, and the agent habitually adjusted his footsteps to change his body's center of gravity.

This movement is a few tenths of a second slower than when I was young,

The logistician didn't miss this opening. He took a step and hit the agent's rib firmly with a punch. Under the tremendous force, the rib broke instantly and pierced into the internal organs.

The older detective spat out a mouthful of blood, "You..."

The logistician had no desire to talk, so he walked over and hugged the agent's head, then twisted it hard, ending the battle completely.He looked around, pulled out the old detective's pistol, and blew up the hidden cameras above his head and in the corner.

Seeing the neat movements, Ivan couldn't help whistling.

The logistician walked up to Ivan and said indifferently, "Is there anything else I need to do?"

Ivan thought for a while and said, "It's nothing, just go away."

"it is good."

The logistician holds the gun to his temple.

"Long live the Hydra!"

boom!

Hot blood splashed Ivan's face.

He wiped his face with a dull expression, a little confused about what happened.

This young Hydra member, he was ordered to deliver two bottles of medicine to Ivan, follow Ivan's instructions, and assist him in escaping.

If Ivan expresses that he has no use value, he must commit suicide immediately to avoid being captured by S.H.I.E.L.D. and reveal the existence of Hydra.

The moment the trigger was pulled, the young man felt himself sublimated.

Ivan stared at the young man's wide eyes, and the stench of liquid dripped down his beard.

"Crazy."

He stood up and kicked the backer's body aside, and pushed an experimental bench to the door, which could buy him at least ten seconds.

From the death of the first agent to the destruction of surveillance, the whole process took less than thirty seconds.

Coulson, who was eating lunch, got the news a minute later. He threw down his fork and gave an order: "Notify the agents to rush over and catch Ivan and the spies immediately."

The subordinate asked: "Do you need to carry heavy force? Ivan is researching steel armor. If he is like Tony Stark, he can't be stopped with a few pistols."

"Don't worry, the bureau has taken this risk into consideration."

S.H.I.E.L.D. is of course worried about Ivan. No matter how powerful the steel armor is, it is driven by the Ark reactor. S.H.I.E.L.D. firmly controls the core raw material of the reactor: metal palladium.

Without an energy source, Iron Armor is nothing more than a thick iron can.