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When Hydra agents outside the laboratory found that something was wrong and rushed in to check, Garrod had already pried open the ventilation duct baffle on the ceiling and disappeared from this bloody room.

Leaning over the maze of pipes, he found another exit through which he could pass.Mr. Elf took a closer look at his surroundings, quickly tore off the buckle of the metal iron net, and nimbly jumped into the empty corridor without making a sound.

This place should be an internal emergency passage or something. Apart from the pale lights, there is no other decoration, and usually only the guards on regular patrols pass by here.Garald looked around, his eyes fell on the thick isolation doors at both ends, and he took out a pass from his pocket.

This is what he found together with the tactical knife from the agent who was brought down by him. Only this can allow him to open the doors of those intelligent controls. The only disadvantage may be that he will expose his whereabouts to others, but Garald has already taken care Not anymore.His current mental and physical strength is far from being in the state, and the effect of nutrients on an elf is also very limited. It is very likely that he will lose his strength due to weakness before he can reach the door. If he was tied back to the experiment bench, then he had to escape from this damned place in the shortest possible time.

Picking a direction that should be the exit, Jarod clenched his dagger tightly and walked over without hesitation.

'drop--'

The red light on the isolation door lighted up and slowly slid open the moment it turned green.Although they don't have the ability to see through, they can still judge the number and location of agents from the scattered breaths in the air and the occasional footsteps.He swung the knife with his backhand, drawing a silver-white arc from bottom to top, and in the blink of an eye, he had already cut the throat of the nearest person.

"you--!!"

Surprised by the splash of blood in mid-air, the agent standing on the other side raised his gun reflexively, but only had time to see the afterimage of the elf in front of him flashing away.Immediately, there was a chill between the eyebrows, and he fell to the ground involuntarily, and instantly became a warm corpse.

Without even looking at them, Jarod didn't look sideways, pulled out his blood-stained tactical knife, and continued walking forward.

No one can underestimate an elf who has lived for nearly ten thousand years, especially he has experienced almost all the appalling wars in Middle-earth, and he has come all the way from countless wars.The gentleness and tranquility on the surface are just the most superficial things that time has bestowed on him. Once someone tears away this calm surface, they will see clearly that what is hidden underneath is definitely not something that can only be slaughtered by others weak soul.

In this way, he broke through several doors in a row, and if he encountered a guard, he would dodge if he could dodge it, and if he couldn't dodge it, he would chop it down.Although Garald didn't say it went smoothly, he walked to the basement level of the base without any injuries. He was only one step away from the exit. It seemed that his successful escape was not as difficult as imagined.

However, it just seems to be it.

Standing in front of the guards lying all over the ground, before they had time to destroy the corpses, they faintly heard footsteps not far away.Garald frowned, stepped on the walls on both sides, jumped up with strength, hooked the opening of the ceiling where the pipes were laid, and hung the whole person up with force, and rolled into the narrow interlayer.

At the same time, a whole team of heavily armed Hydra agents also appeared around the corner, aiming their guns at the empty corridor and the corpse with a broken neck on the ground.

"Damn!!"

There was no trace of the elf in sight, the leading agent cursed angrily, and waved his subordinates to check.I took other people to check the rooms on both sides one by one, but still found nothing.

"What should we do now?"

Looking at the companion who went to check the corpse and nodded, indicating that it was indeed Garald's handwriting, the agent next to the leader held his gun a little anxiously: "There are so many people who can't find an elf, if 'he' Got it, then we all have to..."

This 'he' obviously has a great deterrent effect. At the very least, Garald did see that everyone's faces changed.And he guessed that these people should be referring to his fallen fellow. After all, in this base, that person is completely the most terrifying existence Garald has ever seen. It's easy to say, if he accidentally bumps into him, given his current situation, he doesn't have any confidence that he can successfully escape from that person.

"What are you afraid of, 'he' is not here now, we still have time."

Probably also a little frightened, the tone of the leader is actually not as relaxed as he said.He took out the communicator and ordered the other teams to report the situation. After listening for a while, he didn't get the information he hoped for, and his expression turned ugly again.

"The surveillance didn't capture the video of him leaving this floor, that guy should still be around."

Waving his hand, he motioned for the team to disperse: "Start from here, use infrared thermal imaging to find him, I don't believe you can't find him like this!"

"Yes."

Hydra agents responded one after another, and quickly began to tune the channel.

Seeing that they really wanted to get serious, Jarod decided not to hide any longer.After all, there is really no way to hide his whereabouts in front of those modern technologies, and the number of hydra gathered here is not small. Rather than being forced to deal with it when it is discovered, it is better to preemptively strike now, and perhaps take advantage of them. When you don't react, give yourself a chance to escape.

Thinking of this, he leaned over to look at the Hydra soldiers who were spreading out at his feet, and clenched the tactical knife in his hand.

However, at this moment.

"呲-"

Accompanied by the sound of electric current passing through, the pale light on the ceiling dimmed and suddenly turned into a flashing red.At the same time, a burst of rapid and piercing sirens exploded in everyone's ears, echoing in the corridor, causing eardrums to hurt.

Garrod was taken aback.

"The base was attacked?"

Obviously startled by the sudden siren, the agents pressed their headsets and eagerly asked what was going on outside.And the answers they got were not very happy.

"It's actually the Avengers."

Someone whispered in surprise: "Are we going out for reinforcements?"

"...No, there are those newly cultivated experimental subjects outside, and they can still stand up for a while."

Frowning tightly, the leading agent thought about it carefully, and gestured to his subordinates, speaking very hurriedly:

"Seal this floor and continue searching. That elf is too important to our plan, we must find him before they break in, and then move to another place."

"clear."

Nodding, there was no further delay, and the heavily armed soldiers quickly dispersed again.At the same time, the heavy isolation door at the end of the corridor was also slowly closed and locked, completely sealing off the basement level of the base, cutting off any possibility of Garrod sneaking away.

So, it's up to you to die.

Also heard the news that the Avengers are attacking outside.Garald pursed his lips and didn't hesitate anymore. He simply jumped down from the mezzanine where he was hiding, stepped on the shoulder of a hapless agent, stretched out his hands, and broke his neck.

"it's here!"

As soon as someone fell from the ceiling, there were already more corpses on the ground. The agents who hadn't gone far turned around and raised their guns, aiming at the elf, but it was difficult to catch his flexible figure.

"Bang bang bang-"

Bullets kept hitting the walls on both sides, and screams kept ringing in the corridor.For the soldiers of Hydra, their opponents are like nightmares, no one can keep up with his agile movements, like a god of death crawling out of hell.However, for Garrod, this melee was not easy.Leaving aside his own state, just dealing with the continuous reinforcements of agents from other places was enough to make him feel powerless for a while.

However, he had to persist.

Pulling hard on the gate on the wall, the metal door closest to him slammed down, sealing off the area.Although it is equivalent to squeezing his own space for movement and cutting off possible retreats, it still temporarily blocked Hydra's reinforcements and relieved his pressure.

Next...

He clenched the tactical knife in his hand.Garrod turned around and faced the remaining soldiers who were imprisoned here with him, intending to take this opportunity to get rid of them first.

but.

Even if Garald tightened his pupils, the moment he was about to rush forward and swing the knife.Among the Hydra soldiers who were confronting him, someone suddenly turned their guns and pulled the trigger forcefully towards their companions.And there was no preparation for this. Before those soldiers could react, and even before they could take their eyes off the elf, they were sent bullets into their vital organs.Without even screaming, they all fell to the ground, the shock of the sudden death still remained in their eyes.

……This is?

Garrod was stunned.

Then, he watched in amazement that the Hydra who suddenly turned back dropped his gun and took off his helmet, revealing a face that was no longer young but still attractive enough.

"This thing is giving me a headache."

Taking off all the equipment on his body, the man straightened his suit, avoided the blood all over the ground with a bit of disgust, and walked towards the bewildered Jialuode.

"It's not wonderful to meet in a place like this."

Stand before the elf.The man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his voice was low and hoarse, with a trace of inherent laziness and ambiguity.

"When we meet for the first time, you can call me James Bond, this lady."

As he spoke, he gently held Garrod's hand, and kissed the back of his hand in a gentlemanly manner.

Garrod: ...

However, before he could explain, Mr. 007 seemed to realize that the size seemed wrong.Shocked, he raised his head and looked at the elf who was taller than him: "...Wait, you're a man?!"

"..."

Really unable to hold back, Garrod punched him.