Marvel's Alien Sword Fairy

"Sir!" An agent approached Bridge who was sitting on the sofa.

"Huh?" Bridge turned his head and looked at the man who came over.

"They..." The agent raised his head slightly and looked at Betty and Hill who were sitting on the other side of the room.

"Uh!" Bridge followed his men's gaze, then raised his hand to look at his watch, frowned, and then looked outside at the sky. It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and Owen hadn't come out yet.

"Miss Ross." Bridge frowned, sat up from the sofa, and walked slowly to Betty and Hill.

"Just call me Betty, we are not that strange." Betty blinked and looked at the agent with an incomprehensible attitude. She said with caution in her heart, even though she and Owen had lived together at Bridge's base for two years. Yue, but now Hydra is hidden in S.H.I.E.L.D., and even Commander Hill can't tell it apart, so we must be extra careful.

"Okay! Then Betty, Owen, he..." Bridge took a breath, trying to find some words.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." Betty shrugged and said.

"Uh, when can he come down?" Bridge grinned. He was worried about nothing but fear that the guy would run away. That guy was a legendary great magician.

It has to be said that the emergence of Owen has caused the imbalance in the universe to surge. In order to cope with this imbalance, some mysterious luck is instigating, and Samuel, who was not outstanding at first, has been raised to a higher level. SHIELD has also discovered that they are exploring the supernatural world. However, they are now suffering from catastrophe and cannot find any traces. However, this does not prevent SHIELD from being wary of him.

"I don't know about this. He used to be like this a lot. Sometimes he would meditate for several days." Betty blinked. Although she didn't know what Owen was doing, she could tell the general meaning, so she naturally had to cooperate. .

"How many days?" Bridge opened his mouth slightly. Was there any mistake?

Facing the innocent-looking Betty and Hill, Bridge didn't know what to do, so he could only retreat. To be honest, he wanted to go up and see what the magician was doing, but he was worried about it. To save face, I thought it was not late yet and there was nothing urgent, so I could only sit back on the sofa first.

"Sir, how about we send these people and Commander Hill back to the Tri-Wing Building first!" The agent on the side looked at the situation and couldn't help but approached Owen and said, since we can't wait for the magician, let's send him back first. The person to be detained is sent back.

"This..." Bridge listened to his men and nodded in his mind, but looked at Hill who was with Betty and frowned a little. He could probably guess that Owen was stalling for time, but this guy shouldn't be an enemy. But for the captain.

I have to say that Rogers's weight here is very important. In addition, Bridge thought that if he wanted to officially fall out with Irving, he could even knock down so many AIM personnel. The weapons and equipment piled together, cloth Rich himself had verified it himself and didn't have the confidence to take action, which was also due to Rogers.

"You send these people back first and leave half of them here with me." Bridge said to his men. Out of caution for Irving, he left half of the people.

"Yes, sir." The agent listened to the officer's words and glanced at Hill who was with Betty. He saw Hill looking this way and couldn't help but nodded.

"Tell the headquarters again and call in some helpers." Bridge pursed his lips and added.

"Okay, no problem."

The worker looked at the officer, nodded his head, then turned to greet his brothers, held the AIM personnel together, and sent them away.

"They sent away those AIM personnel." Hill looked at the situation of these people and couldn't help but said to Betty.

"Let them go!" Betty shook her head, how could she care about these people at this time.

The serious agents brought the AIM personnel out, rushed them into the car, and then escorted them away. On the way, the indifferent agents in the cab began to communicate with the headquarters.

"Hi, Hydra!" The cold agent said the first step when the signal was connected.

"How is it?" came the question from the headset.

"The other party is stalling for time. They may have noticed that all the AIM personnel were captured. Bridge refused to force them. Now we are escorting those AIM personnel back."

"Oh, I see."

"In addition, Bridge didn't come back. He left half of his men there to guard. He said he needed support."

"Support, ordinary support is not enough to deal with that guy."

"Then shall I go back now?" the cold agent asked back.

"It's useless for you to go back. Just find a place and kill those AIM guys! They are just in the way."

"Yes!" The indifferent agent nodded, turned off the headset, and then asked the driver to turn around and go to the deserted sewer in the wild.

"Let them get out of the car and dig a big hole." The cold agent ordered directly after getting out of the car. Some used guns to force the prisoners to get out of the car, while others used laser settings to dig holes from the ground.

"What are you doing? We are in the same group." Huw Jones was dragged out of the car and looked at these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Although they did not have the superpowers attached to the snake bracelets, he instinctively felt scared, especially when they saw them. Looking at the agents who used lasers to dig holes, he became even more desperate. He had done this many times before.

"Stand together." The cold agent said nothing, standing in a row with his men, raising the gun in his hand, forcing Huw Jones and his men together, and wanted to line up and shoot them.

"..." Huw Jones' legs were a little weak, and he didn't even have the courage to close his eyes with his hands raised.

"Hmph!" The indifferent agent looked at these people and couldn't help but laugh. He was about to pull the trigger, but unexpectedly, a white flower suddenly fell from the air, exuding a white light, which made him involuntarily pull the trigger. He cast his gaze over.

The white lotus appeared between the executioner and the criminal. It was very abrupt. The white light flashed away. Huw Jones came back to his senses. When he looked again, his eyes widened. He was originally holding a gun and pretending to be a god. The nine agents of the Shield Bureau had all fallen to the ground, their bodies uniformly broken into two pieces. They had been cut in half by some sharp weapon.

Facing more than a dozen corpses that had been chopped into two pieces with blood stains on the ground, these AIM employees were so frightened that they felt overwhelmed. A cold air rose from their feet and went straight to their foreheads. However, a word came from the air. Come, making them even more chilled to the bone and almost incontinent on the spot.

"Bury them and don't do bad things again."

"..." After Owen's voice passed, Huw Jones and his men looked at each other in confusion. They wanted to confirm whether they were hallucinating.

"Hurry up." The voice in the air came again, making Huw Jones and others tremble with fear. They couldn't care less and could only follow the instructions and bury these corpses in the pits they dug before they were alive.