Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

Coulson couldn't help but not be angry. After all, he had just lived a peaceful life for a long time before he was attacked again. He was attacked at his headquarters. It was a slap in the face.

But fortunately, he was also a veteran agent after all. He regained his composure after a while and started making relevant arrangements.

He took out his communicator and looked at it. Yes, it could still work. He nodded with satisfaction. It is indeed extraordinary that the scientific research department of the headquarters designed and manufactured it especially for important personnel.

However, Coulson was a little too happy because he ignored that communication has two aspects. The communicator in his hand is specially made and will naturally be uninterrupted, but the people under him do not receive such treatment. Therefore, no matter how good his communicator is, it is useless. If he wants to make relevant arrangements, he still has to find other ways.

Fortunately, SHIELD, as an established top intelligence group, has never encountered any big storms or harsh conditions. For this situation, they already have a complete set of backup plans.

After finding that using the communicator to contact him was fruitless, Coulson leaned down directly, dug up a section of the ground, and pulled out a copper pipe wrapped in a special material from the ground in a moment. After unplugging the plug and blowing on it, a buzzing sound instantly spread throughout the room and even the entire office building.

It has to be said that sometimes local methods are quite effective. Copper tube sound transmission and purely mechanical communication methods, even if you are an awesome electromagnetic bomb, they will not be able to interfere with it.

"Attention, New York branch agents, I am your branch chief Phil Coulson. Due to the attack by an unknown electromagnetic bomb, I can only inform you through this traditional method.

From now on, all scientific researchers should not leave their rooms and wait for the members of the action team and rapid response team to appear and let them take you away. The action team and rapid response team members will arrive at your gathering location in the shortest possible time in accordance with the relevant regulations for handling crisis incidents, waiting for arrangements from your superiors.

Next, I will start the relevant deployment, Action Team 1. After gathering, immediately lead your team members to find the opponent's attackers and attack points to counterattack, Action Team 2."

Coulson was making relevant arrangements here, while the cavalry was rushing back desperately in the dark. Somehow, she had a hunch that this attack was probably targeting the person being imprisoned.

People there are in danger now

Outside the room where Mike Blount was being held, several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with guns were standing upright, not forgetting their duties because of the sudden chaos. From this point of view, they are worthy of being the elite personnel of the branch. It is no wonder that Coulson would give such an important prisoner such an important prisoner to their care.

"Who is it?" At this moment, footsteps suddenly appeared in the empty corridor, which made several guards tense up because they were attacked.

"It's me, George Clooney, from the quick reaction force, here to transfer the prisoners," Belmode said as he approached.

"Transfer the prisoner." Several SHIELD agents on guard couldn't help but glance at each other, and then the leader stepped forward directly, pointed his gun at Belmod's figure and said coldly: "Stop, raise your hands above your head and investigate." Chief Erson specifically stated that no one could move this prisoner into a room without him personally coming to pick him up. So the chief would never give such an order. Who are you?"

Baird was slightly startled when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but laugh: "Yeah, yeah, it's actually been discovered, it's really nerve-wracking."

"Sure enough, they are intruders." After hearing this, the several guarding agents couldn't help tightening their guns again, pointing at Belmod and saying coldly: "Tell me what is your relationship with the people imprisoned inside. How many weapons are there and how many people are there?" "

"I'm the only one here," Belmode said with a smile as he looked at the cold gun pointed at him, "As for weapons, do you think this counts?"

As she spoke, Belmod revealed the blade between her palms, and before the other person could take her eyes off the blade in her hand, Belmod's entire body turned into a whirlwind, spinning around in the blink of an eye. Came to a few guards.

The two tiny blades were like butterflies surrounding her fingers under Belmode's operation.