Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

Hydra is indeed a Hydra, with tentacles all over the world, and their eyes are almost everywhere.

Anthony had just given instructions through the internal network with his own authority, and someone immediately sent the three-dimensional plan of the New York SHIELD branch requested by Anthony, as well as the location and details of Mike Blount and his detention, through the network. Anthony's side.

And Gin lived up to Anthony's expectations. Within the time it took to get these things, he had already made relevant plans and started to officially implement them.

As the SHIELD headquarters in this area of ​​New York, a metropolitan city with a population of over 800 million, there will naturally be no shortage of manpower. With so many people eating work meals together, naturally a lot of ingredients are consumed every day.

"Old John, you came back so soon today," the SHIELD perimeter guards greeted the person in charge of purchasing ingredients.

After taking the certificate back, Old John, who was in charge of buying ingredients, smiled and explained: "Yes, I have some personal matters to be busy with today. Come back early, work early and rest early."

"Understood," the guard nodded: "Then open the carriage quickly. The inspection here will be completed early, so you can go back to work early."

"Okay," Old John's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he quickly opened the car, and then smiled as he watched the agents who came up to check the ingredients with instruments and scanned every corner of the car.

"No problem, let's go over there." When they found that nothing was detected on the instrument, the guards got out of the car and waved their hands to let Old John in.

On the top of a building in the distance opposite, a person saw the car entering through the device. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, pressed the communicator switch next to his ear and reported: "Boss, Bellmore has to go in."

"Very good, Cohen," Gin's voice came from the headset: "Then start preparations on your side, don't be in a hurry."

"Okay, boss."

On the other side, in Coulson's office at the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Why can't we come over now to escort the prisoner?" Colson frowned.

"Yes, there's something going on here. Several of the manpower scheduled are tied up by emergencies. It will take time to mobilize manpower from other places, so we may have to go a little later," the communicator is responsible for arranging this situation. Hill, who was being escorted for the first time, said in a deep voice.

Coulson couldn't help but have a flash of doubt in his heart when he heard this: "Why is it such a coincidence that I got entangled, and something happened at this time?"

"It's not clear yet, so you have to be careful over there," Hill obviously felt that something was wrong, so he couldn't help but warned.

Colson nodded and said solemnly: "I know, I will send people to keep an eye on him. But you have to be faster over there. The longer he stays with me, the more dangerous he will be."

"I understand, but this kind of thing will happen soon," Hill said solemnly: "You also know that I must ensure that the agent responsible for escorting this person has no involvement with other forces."

After hanging up the communicator, Colson turned to the cavalry and said, "Mei, you must have heard it. This prisoner will have to stay in our bureau for a while."

"I understand," Tieqi nodded and said, "I will go and watch him personally during this period. There will definitely be no problems."

"Very good," Colson nodded and said, "This prisoner is very important and we must not let anything happen to him in the New York branch."

"understood."

Coulson's side has just finished the arrangements, and Gin's side has also completed preparations.

"Brother, I'm here," Vodka parked the container truck at the designated location and reported through the communicator while performing relevant operations.

"Yeah, I got it," Gin nodded in response, then switched to a communication frequency band and asked, "Belmod, where are you?"

"We have arrived at the designated location, and the things have been taken out and assembled." In the kitchen of SHIELD's New York branch, the short, fat, middle-aged man who had just taken charge of the kitchen was wiping his hands and watching with satisfaction. The bomb, which was made of parts made of special materials, was taken out of the food and reported through the communicator in the ear like a headset.

"Very well, let's get started