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The rain is still falling.

This sudden shooting did not cause much commotion.

Maybe it was early in the morning, and it was raining heavily. Apart from the vehicles rushing by, there were only one or two pedestrians holding umbrellas on the road who witnessed the whole process.

These people, with the indifferent mentality of doing less than doing more, did not take out their mobile phones to call the police, but instead accelerated their steps.

"Huhahuha"

Waves of rapid breathing sounded in the car.

Rumlow, who was sitting in the driver's seat, endured the severe pain in every muscle of his body and tried to take out the dagger from his boot.

That damn bastard, when I find you, I will torture you to death.

While secretly cursing the guy who fired the gun, he used the dagger in his hand to cut the stuck seat belt.

If he hadn't stepped on the brakes hard the moment he was about to hit the guardrail, and with the protection of his seat belt, he would have already been in a violent impact, and with the inertia, he flew out of the car.

In that case, it would not be as simple as just two broken ribs and a sprained arm.

At this moment, a slight moan sounded from behind

Rumlow turned his head alertly, only to find that he was not the only one who survived the assassination.

Although his pale face was stained with blood and his eyes were dull.

However, the bald man Sitwell was perhaps the least injured person in the entire car.

He was protected by his seat belt, but when the car hit the guardrail, his forehead accidentally hit the hard part of the seat in front of him, causing him to be briefly dizzy.

At this time, he did not forget to hug the silver suitcase tightly in his arms.

"Sitwell, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

Seeing that the bald brother was not dead, Rumlow was secretly relieved.

In such a situation, the survival probability of two people is definitely much higher than that of one person

After "tearing" the seat belt and cutting it, Rumlow did not push the car door immediately, but asked the bald man behind him:

"Do you have your satellite phone with you? We need backup."

"It should be there, let me look for it"

After the bald man found his satellite phone, he immediately sent a request for support to the nearest SHIELD branch.

If there hadn't been a death order from above, and the identity of Hydra could not be exposed at any time, the bald brother would have wanted to immediately notify the Hydra base in Japan and ask them to come and support him.

However, distant water cannot save nearby fire.

Since the nearest branch of SHIELD is in Malacca, no matter how fast it is, it will take a certain amount of time to reach Tokyo.

There is no other way. Rumlow can only rely on his many years of mercenary experience and powerful survival skills to find a glimmer of hope in such a desperate situation.

After looking around, Rumlow quickly came up with a simple escape plan.

"I don't know if that bastard is still somewhere, holding a gun and aiming at us. However, staying in the car is not an option. We have to find a safe place as soon as possible before we can wait for support or fight back. So. , wait a minute, I’ll count to three, let’s open the car door together and rush into the alley over there.”

After talking about his plan, Rumlow couldn't help turning his head to look at the pale bald brother, and said in a serious tone: "Do you understand?"

"Understood." Nodding, Sitwell couldn't help but tighten the suitcase in his arms.

It's not like Rumlow hasn't thought about leaving the bald brother behind and running away alone.

However, once he thought that the bald man could be used as bait, Rumlow gave up the idea.

What's more, the suitcase in the bald brother's hand is also something that the superiors attach great importance to, and he can't just leave the bald brother alone.

In that case, even if he escaped alone, he would not be able to escape the punishment from above.

The plan has been made, the next step is to implement it

"One"

"two"

"three"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rumlow and Sitwell pushed open the car door, which was slightly deformed due to the impact, and rushed towards the alley on the left side of the car in the face of the pouring rain.

In order to avoid bullets that might be fired at any time, the two of them squatted half-crouched and moved with snake skins, racing all the way.

Until the two of them rushed into the alley and leaned against the wall under the eaves, they did not hear any gunshots.

"Hello, he should go"

The bald brother speculated while breathing heavily.

However, Rumlow, who was physically stronger, held the dagger tightly in his hand and remained vigilant at all times.

He didn't think the other party just left like this.

Not only that, his instinct told him that if the other party was a professional killer, it would be impossible for him to leave like this.

I don’t know who or what the other party’s goal is.

However, Rumlow speculated that the other party came for the potion in the suitcase.

Maybe, at this moment, the other party is in a dark place, staring at them closely with those eyes without any emotion.

When he thought of this, Rumlow suddenly felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

He looked at Sitwell, who was still breathing, and asked in a deep voice: "Okay, we have to leave here quickly and find a safe place."

Before Rumlow could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred.

A black figure, like a ghost in the dark night that comes and goes without a trace, falls from the sky with the falling rain.

Snapped

The boots made a crisp sound as they stepped on the waterlogged depressions.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to have stopped.

Looking at the man in black who suddenly appeared in front of them, Rumlow and Sitwell reacted like a conditioned reflex while their eyes flashed with horror.

The bald man suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist and tried to shoot the man in black.

Rumlow, on the other hand, flicked his right hand fiercely and threw the fighting dagger in his hand towards the chest of the man in black.

Between the lightning and flint, the man in black moved

He seemed to be well prepared, holding a very ordinary Beretta 92f tightly in his black-gloved right hand.

He suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun, took the first step, and pulled the trigger.

砰

"what"

Soon after, the bald man who had just put his finger on the trigger was shot directly through the arm by a bullet. The severe pain made him let go of the pistol in his hand while shouting.

After accurately shooting Sitwell's gun-holding arm, the man in black did not forget to move sideways to avoid the direct dagger.

It wasn't until this moment that the bald man's Glock 18 fell to the ground and made a "snap" sound.

Looking at the two people who were facing formidable enemies, the corners of their mouths hidden under the white civet cat masks could not help but rise slightly.