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You... what do you see me doing?

Under the gaze of the thin agent, the person in charge who had experienced countless births and deaths felt a pain in his liver.

"Sir... it's not good!"

Falk!The person in charge cursed.

"what happened again?"

Chapter 270 Sending Flowers, Eating, Confession

"Sir! It's bad!"

"What, what's the matter?" the person in charge of Hydra asked nervously.

"The battle between Steve and the Winter Soldier was seen by ordinary people!"

After hearing this, the person in charge of Hydra put his heart back into his stomach, and reprimanded his thin subordinate: "Hasn't this kind of thing been considered a long time ago! Why panic! There are special agents on the periphery of the battlefield responsible for clearing the battlefield." , even if someone sees them, they will be quickly intercepted and taken away, so as not to affect Zhang Ming."

Not only that, but the Winter Soldier also consciously controlled the direction of the battlefield, limiting the impact of the battle to a small area of ​​more than ten meters.

"But...a few of the intercepting agents died, and the frightened citizens passed through the cordon and ran towards Zhang Ming's hotel!"

The words of the thin and weak agent made the head of Hydra jump into his throat again just as he fell back into his stomach, and his heart, which had not been calmed down yet.

Why was it killed?

No, when exactly was it killed?

Steve was entangled by the Winter Soldier, and there was a distance of 400 meters from the intercepting agents in the rear, and there was no way to kill him.

and many more!

"Where's the Black Widow?" the person in charge of Hydra asked.

"She was besieged between these buildings, but she was too cunning to catch her yet," another agent said, pointing to the outermost tall buildings.

"building……"

A thought flashed through the half-bald head of the person in charge of Hydra, "Sniper rifle! Natasha hid between those buildings, while going around in circles with us, while supporting Steve remotely with a sniper rifle, and because of the silent As a result, she doesn't have to worry about the gunshots revealing her position at all!"

Falk!This damned woman!

After solving the doubts about the subordinate's death, a new problem emerged:

How did she find out where the agents were?

You know, everyone present here today has been carefully selected. They are definitely the elite of the elite. It has long been an instinct for them to hide their whereabouts. Can see through their disguises.

In the distance, Natasha put down her sniper rifle, carefully picked up the small blue flower on the ground, wrapped the root with soil again, put it back in the small plastic bag, and continued to escape.

After the elf was captured, although she didn't kill anyone from the beginning to the end, she felt guilty for what she had done, and even tried to commit suicide many times. Later, Natasha approached her, and she chose to spend the rest of her life , Protect more people, make up for the mistakes you have made as much as possible.

With the help of elves, Natasha seemed to have a pair of invisible eyes, looking down on everything within ten kilometers from the sky.

Relying on this powerful ability, Natasha wandered like a ghost among the encirclement of Hydra agents, stealing lives silently.

That woman is troublesome.The head of HYDRA knows this, but now it's the townspeople who are panicked and terrified.

In the nearby streets, the hotel is the most conspicuous building. There are security guards and crowds inside, which will involuntarily attract this group of citizens to join them.

Once they entered the hotel, Zhang Ming must know that "a man in black with a metal arm is fighting a handsome man with a shield and huge chest muscles".

"They must be stopped..." the head of Hydra yelled.

"But our agents didn't have time to chase them," said the skinny agent.

"...at all costs! But try not to kill anyone!"

The communicator transmitted this order to the ears of every field agent present. They knew that the requirement of "no human life" was not the benevolence of the person in charge, but to reduce the impact and not cause panic on a wider scale.

They took out their guns and shot at the legs of the citizens who were running towards the hotel, but there was still no sound of gunshots. The bullets hit the legs of this group of hapless people, and they fell to the ground one after another.

One of them saw wounds on other people's legs, and turned his head to see several black muzzles. He seemed to have practiced parkour, running around an arc at an extremely exaggerated pace.

This made it more difficult for the Hydra agents to shoot, and they turned to the man in the center, the sharpshooter among them.

The man was holding a gun, and the muzzle first aimed at the "Parkour Boy"'s back, and then thought of the order not to kill, the muzzle of his gun drooped and aimed at the Parkour Boy's ass.

The sound of the gunshot was wiped out, and the bullets spun out, flying towards the parkour kid.

The parkour boy grabbed the railing with one hand, stretched his legs apart like scissors, and was about to step over the railing in a handsome and efficient posture.

Just then, bullets flew.

Because the Parkour boy suddenly changed his movements drastically, the bullet that flew towards his butt was now aimed at his crotch. Fortunately, the bullet didn't hit completely, but passed by with a "swoosh."

The Hydra sharpshooter felt his companion's gaze, and swallowed quietly.

At the beginning, the parkour boy didn't feel that he was about to say goodbye to his little brother who had been with him for more than ten years, but after running for two steps, he felt a coldness below, and when he touched it, he felt blood.

The power of the bullet passing by is more than just scratching the pants.

"what--"

The parkour boy's shouts disappeared under the influence of silence. He choked his throat and fell to the ground in horror. Under the action of inertia, he rolled several times in a row, and just avoided the bullets of Hydra agents.

This lucky guy.