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In the beginning, he was the one who came up with the plan to assassinate Zhang Ming in order to ensure the perfect implementation of the "Insight Plan".

Dang!

The ashtray hit Jasper's bald head, and blood dripped from the top of his head. He swayed and almost fell down, but when he came into contact with Alexander's cold gaze, he stood up straight.

"You were the one who said you wanted to get rid of Zhang Ming."

"It was your assassination plan."

"For this I put a Winter Soldier under your command!"

Alexander's saliva sprayed Jasper's face, not to mention wiping, he didn't dare to move a finger. The old guy in his sixties in front of him, although he was usually amiable, Jasper knew that he was The old man of "that era".

Experienced glory and war, in the purge of iron and blood, the evil spirit that crawled out.

Still in the Trident headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., the surrounding walls were sealed off, and no one could hear their conversations. Alexander could vent his anger to his heart's content.

"Do you know how valuable a Winter Soldier is? Every single one of them is far more important than you, you idiot!"

Jasper lowered his head and said, "The target has shown an ability beyond the record. Originally, he could only emit dozens of white lights, but in this operation—"

His plan was fine, a Winter Soldier, and a firepower network of five veterans, in the case of a surprise attack, it was more than enough to kill a superhuman.

Not all capable people have Hulk's indestructible body. No matter how powerful Zhang Ming is, as long as his heart is pierced by a bullet, he will die.

Yes, Jasper calculated well.

He just didn't expect that Zhang Ming had become popular recently, and there were so many barrages that he could use them to scrub the floor.

"Shut up!"

Alexander wanted to slap this subordinate to death. He took a deep breath, tried to contain his anger, and asked through gritted teeth, "And then, how do you plan to end it?"

Jasper lowered his head even further.

"Give me one more chance, please."

"Yeah, I'll give you one more chance, and you'll definitely succeed. Don't waste your precious manpower because you're so stubborn, just bite the bullet and do it yourself."

Hearing the boss's ridicule, Jasper trembled and dared not speak.

Alexander was very angry.

He wasn't angry because the action failed.

Zhang Ming is just a person with superpowers. No matter how strong his personal ability is, he will not change the world structure much. Sending someone to kill him, whether he succeeds or fails, is nothing to Alexander who has seen great storms. .

As for the death of a Winter Soldier, although it is a pity, it is also not worthy of Alexander's anger.

What really made Alexander angry was the waste of resources.

Obviously, he could have acted more cautiously, but he wasted an opportunity and the life of a Winter Soldier.

You know, every Winter Soldier is a perfect killer.

Under the right conditions, sacrificing a Winter Soldier could even bring victory in a war.

"last chance."

Alexander helped Jasper tidy up his collar and said, "You pick people yourself, a team of no more than 20 people, no Winter Soldier, no logistical support, this is the last chance, if it fails..."

He patted Jasper's chest.

"You know the result."

"Yes."

Still the old saying.

There are many reds.

Zhang Ming, who was at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, stared at the "Trouble Attracting Physique" in his personal interface, which had just flashed for a long time.

Zhang Ming knew that he was being targeted again, but what's the use of flashing lights.

He didn't know who it was, and he didn't know when the other party would come, but it made him feel anxious.

"Small TV, set the message do not disturb, I'll squint for a while."

"Okay~"

Zhang Ming exited the beep station system and yawned long.

At this moment, he is sitting on Tony's private jet, with comfortable seats, soft music, and stewardesses of different nationalities, each with a sweet appearance and a hot body.

These are sugar-coated bullets of capitalism.

but……

Really fragrant.

"Mr. Zhang, we are about to arrive in Monaco. Is there anything else we can do for you?"

A flight attendant squatted beside Zhang Ming, looking up at Zhang Ming from bottom to top, with a charming smile on her face.

The neckline of her uniform is a bit low. From Zhang Ming's perspective, as long as he lowers his head slightly, he can see a deep career line.

The stewardess didn't know Zhang Ming's identity, but she knew who this private jet belonged to, and she didn't mind having a beautiful encounter with the young man in front of her.