A comic book about Apostle Awakening

Trembling and confused, General Bronn walked out of the Red Skull's office and returned to Berlin under the escort of Hydra soldiers. Along the way, his mind seemed to be confused, and he almost lost the ability to think. He was still thinking about Red Skull. What the skeleton said before leaving, "Spies all over the world have been active recently. You have to be careful. Unfortunately, we found that Mrs. Ling has been secretly contacting the United States recently, so when you came here we had already She was arrested. She is really a stupid woman. Although she confessed her identity as a spy, she never revealed who her accomplices were. She was speaking out. Mr. Polon, you will definitely not do such a stupid thing, right? .”

The gravel road was a little bumpy. Bronn was sitting in the back seat of the car. Outside the window was the endless night. He struck a match and lit a cigar. Green smoke was lingering in the rear compartment of the Mercedes-Benz. The burning tobacco could be clearly seen in the darkness. He drove the car in the cab. The Hydra agent was unmoved and looked at the mountain road in front of him seriously, but occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror as if to confirm something.

"Does Schmidt know my identity?" This is the question that Jeffrey has been thinking about. He has to find something to calm his nervous mind. "Since I have been to the castle, the contact between Hydra and me has been... We are getting closer and closer, and Erica is exposed, which means that Schmidt has been targeting me for a long time, but why did he let me go again? I don’t believe that he can’t find out my identity, so why should I say?”

Jeffrey remembered a theory in the secret service school. If the enemy pretends not to know your identity, it means they have to put a long line to catch a big fish. Jeffrey realized that he had become the one tied to the fishhook. Small fish.

"No, I have to run away."

Jeffrey calmed down and noticed that the corners of his driver's eyes were always twitching unintentionally. Looking from behind, he could also see the driver's eyeballs moving slightly in the rearview mirror. He immediately understood that this was an agent monitoring him. action. But he already understands the situation. If things develop, he will definitely drag everyone down. This is the wilderness, which is an excellent opportunity to escape.

"Ahem," Jeffrey blew out two smoke rings, "I need to go to the toilet, can you stop the car first?"

The driver looked at Bronn in the rearview mirror doubtfully for a while, and then said with a pretended humility, "Are you sure? This is a wild and dense forest. It would be bad if there are wild animals."

"Ah, it's okay," Jeffrey smiled, "Isn't there still you? A dignified Hydra agent will not be able to defeat the beast."

His heart was pounding. He frowned and used his forehead lines to stop the sweat drops. After Jeffrey finished speaking, he waited for the driver's response. He had to make sure that Schmidt did not give other orders, such as in emergency situations. Yes, agents can give priority to killing targets.

"Of course," the driver's words relieved the tense atmosphere, "I will always be with you to ensure your personal safety." After saying this, the driver showed a gentle smile.

Jeffrey breathed a sigh of relief, and then nodded in response, "I know I can trust you."

The car stopped beside the road, and the driver turned on all the lights. The two opened the door and walked into the bushes. "Help me get it, young man." Jeffrey threw his coat to the driver. He played Bronn, who was very tall. He was so bloated that he had to take off his coat if he wanted to relieve himself.

The driver nodded and took it, put the military jacket on his left forearm, and put his right hand in his trouser pocket. He held a mini pistol tightly. If the fat man in front of him made any move, the driver would shoot Bronn's head.

"And this," Bronn threw the cigar to the driver, "Cuban handmade goods. You know this kind of goods is hard to come by now. Although the people there are stupid, the craftsmanship is pretty good." Jeffrey unbuttoned his pants. With the belt, the sound of rushing water poured down.

"I agree, General." The driver's answer was short and crisp. He had been watching Bronn's back, ready to shoot at any time.

"You know," Jeffrey paused, "when I was a child, a strange thing happened in my hometown. That night..."

"boom"

Suddenly the fire flashed, and the driver's left hand suddenly exploded. The sudden and severe pain caused the agent to collapse to the ground and roll around, "My hand, my hand."

Upon seeing this, Jeffrey rushed to the driver and held down his right hand. Based on the outline in his memory, he pulled the trigger against the driver's thigh and fired all the bullets inside.

"Didn't your mother tell you not to take things from strangers?"

Blood dripped all over the ground. Only a little finger was left on the driver's left hand, and only a little flesh was left on the wound on his right leg. It was Jeffrey who suddenly detonated the small bomb in the cigar while talking. This was what he learned in the secret service school. If you want to catch the opponent by surprise, you have to launch an attack at the most unexpected moment. He is not the idiot in the movie who has to wait and finish his words before attacking. Every move of the agent will determine who will be the next second. Will leave alive.

Jeffrey picked up a stone, held down the driver's chin and neck, and smashed the driver's temple with a stone. He looked around to make sure no one was there, then grabbed the body's legs and dragged it into the dense trees.

The car didn't turn off and the key was still in the car. Jeffrey threw away his disguise, put on the driver's clothes, closed the door and drove away.

Next, he just needs to leave Germany. Jeffrey smiled slightly. Although Schmidt wanted to catch a big fish, he had already prepared a fishhook for Schmidt. He opened the heel of his shoe and took out the headphones inside, " Schmidt, you never thought of my move."

The conversation between Schmidt and Dr. Zola came from the earphones, and all of this was recorded by the tiny bug hidden in the button of the document bag.

"The super soldiers are ready, when will they be released?"

"No rush, Dr. Zola, wait until the night of September 20th, and we will sneak them into the United States from the Gulf of Mexico. Someone will pick us up in New Orleans.

"Then good luck with the plan, Mr. Schmidt, and long live Hydra."

"Long live Hydra" Schmidt responded.

"September 20th," Jeffrey murmured, "there is still half a month, enough time to set up fortifications, so we have to go back quickly."

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Schmidt's office

In front of Schmidt was a short, top-heavy man with cunning eyes. He was Dr. Zola. After the two discussed, they walked into the next room together as if they had agreed.

Next door, the two men were standing in front of a one-way glass curtain. In the center of the view was the document bag that had never been moved on the table. "They will believe it. Mr. Polon must have thought that we did not find the bug," I have to say that you are really good at predicting things." Zola flattered.

"It's just years of experience. We don't need to fool the SSR, we just need to fool this rookie, hum."

Schmidt smiled evilly. He picked up the phone next to him and ordered, "Transport the super soldiers to New York tonight. I want to eat this piece of the big American apple."