[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

"Hydra."

Tony Stark looked around: Hydera was standing in front of the monitoring equipment, reaching out to knock something, while Charles Lester was guarding the door, not noticing the situation inside.So the Great Inventor walked up to Goldilocks.

"Don't lie to me—"

The blonde girl saw the great inventor approaching and was about to cut the screen, but the inventor stepped forward to grab her hand in three steps and asked her in a low voice.

"Can you handle surveillance?"

Hydera opened her eyes slightly when she heard the words, and then couldn't help smiling.

"Not yet. Arnold went to Grant's side, and I'm not very good at dealing with things of this era, so I'm researching."

"Let me do it."

Hydera got out of the way, and the great inventor pulled up his sleeves a little, put his hands on the control keyboard, and began to deal with the suspicious traces left by Grant Bartuk.

"In order to prevent some special circumstances, the monitoring video and recording data of this mobile satellite launch platform will be backed up three times in different locations, and will be uploaded to the military and S.H.I.E.L.D. Clean it up."

He quickly checks the video and recording.To Hydera's surprise, the great inventor didn't reveal anything even when he saw the scene where the handsome agent, who has been cheerful and mature, a little mean-spirited but generally a good man, kills his companions without blinking his eyes. no surprised reaction.

Tapping quickly with both hands on the keyboard, he added the black fog representing Vashta Nerada to the video to cover up the spooky movements of the agents and the bodies on the ground.

Almost at the moment when Tony Stark cleaned up and revised all the video recordings with Grant Bartuk, footsteps sounded, and they arrived at the main control room from far to near.

Steve Rogers glanced at the unconscious black robed Celephaz at the door, and stepped into the main control room without a pause.Natasha Romanov, who was walking behind, stopped and looked at the two unconscious black-cloaked Celephas with great interest.

"Can I get rid of them?"

asked Natasha Romanoff.

"Better not move."

Tony Stark said: "Wake us up and be chased by those piranhas again."

The red-haired agent looked rather disappointed.

"Leave them alone, did you meet the other two teams on the way here?"

Tony Stark asked: "The monitoring situation is not normal, and the vital reactions of several people are disappearing."

"what happened--?"

Hearing this, Steve Rogers immediately walked to the monitoring screen.

"I come."

"You can do whatever you want—although there is nothing to see."

Tony Stark stepped aside very naturally and made a "please" gesture.

Steve Rogers leaned over to check, his brows were tightly locked after seeing the number of signs of life reaction.He quickly called up the infrared thermal imaging and the normal monitoring screen, but he could only see the scarlet and black shadows spreading all over the screen, and finally turned into a rustling screen of the monitoring failure.

"VashtaNerada is presumably capable of disrupting or even disrupting surveillance."

Tony Stark said: "The surveillance video you sent before turned into this in the end."

"I see."

Steve Rogers straightened up without accusing anyone.In fact, he didn't look at anyone, he just picked up the shield representing courage, truth and justice and walked out without hesitation, not intending to call anyone back into danger with him.

"You wait here, I will meet them."

Even if there is basically no possibility of his subordinates surviving, he will not give up that possibility.

"There's no need to respond—"

Grant Bartook and members of another team entered the master control room.

"Charlie, that idiot, didn't look at the road, and kicked the unconscious black-robed Celepis at a corner, kicking him awake."

The tall agent gasped, "—and it was just the two of us in the end."

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent next to him also nodded silently.

Steve Rogers stopped at the door.

His expression looked dark and gloomy, as if he was suppressing the raging anger, but also with tired sadness.

"What's left?"

he asked in a low voice.

"Have."

Grant Bartook took a handful of patches out of his bag and gave one to each of the remaining men.

"The energy of several nerve-type infrasonic guns has been exhausted, but the group that went to the weapon room found some other sonic weapons in the weapon room—the bioelectrical disturbance device, which is also useful in theory."

Life safety is more guaranteed, but no one shows a happy expression.

Steve Rogers took the device silently and said in a low voice.

"Respect comrades."

"—Respect comrades in arms."

Grant Bartook and the few remaining agents repeated in low tones.

"Time waits for no one, we should withdraw."

Hydera spoke up.

"What about those things outside?"

Even though the haze of losing his subordinates had not dissipated between his brows, Steve Rogers' response was still calm and reliable, and he immediately asked the most critical questions.

"From our experience, there's a lot of VashtaNerada out there too."

"There should be no need to worry."

Hydra said.

"The infrasound wave just now was also transmitted outside through the loudspeaker on the deck, and it has a wide range. The hosts of VashtaNerada will lose their mobility for a period of time. Let's hurry up during this time-Tony, you still have the previous one. An old detector? Try to see if it works now.”

Tony Stark took out the controller, and the machine that had not responded before had a signal at this time, and the screen clearly showed the hovering position of the Quin-jet fighter they were riding on.

"Yes." he said.

Steve Rogers nodded, and said to Natasha Romanov next to him: "Natasha, you have level [-] authority of S.H.I.E.L.D., and you can remotely control the Quinjet fighter through the console of the mobile satellite launch platform—— Call the fighter planes, and we will retreat immediately."

The red-haired agent nodded, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "What about this launch platform?"

"Hydra." Steve Rogers turned his head, "How can these things be disposed of?"

"What to do... VashtaNerada cannot be killed."

Hydera nodded her chin in distress.

"But under normal circumstances, VashtaNerada is not such a threatening creature, because they basically don't swarm, and they don't have the consciousness of unified action. The VashtaNerada on this ship is only so aggressive because someone deliberately made trouble in it."

"Is the host, I understand."

Steve Rogers glanced at the black robed Celephaz who was lying at the door, nodded, and ordered decisively.

"Start the self-destruct procedure of the mobile satellite launch platform, and after it is far enough away, detonate it."

Natasha Romanov did not speak immediately.

"Just do it."

Steve Rogers raised his tone slightly.

"Captain, do you want to think about it again?" Natasha Romanov had to speak, trying to spin, "This mobile satellite launch platform is very important..."

"We have nothing better to do with these people in Celeface, or with the hordes of Vashta Nerada."

Steve Rogers said.

"We have to deal with these Celephis people. But after the death of the host, VashtaNerada will inevitably spread out of control and spread rapidly, posing a great threat to the people around you. You also have no ability to activate this launch platform. Become a stronghold for this group of piranhas. As a result, the platform is not only abandoned, but may also become a fatal safety hazard for passing ships and aircraft."

The soldiers analyzed layer by layer, and their thinking was always clear and calm.

"But if the launch platform explodes in the sea, VashtaNerada will be scattered in the sea, unable to swarm, and no more people will be injured."

He paused, and looked around. The main control room was scattered with only a few people, and it looked very empty.

"We've lost enough companions, I won't allow any more casualties."

The captain of this mission looked down at the bioelectric disturbance device in his hand and said softly.

"This is an order."

"Yes, Captain."

Natasha Romanov stopped talking, lowered her head slightly, and turned around to activate the self-destruct program of the mobile satellite launch platform.

"Tony, download and take away the data that is too late to upload to the Internet.

"Grant kept an eye on the screen to monitor the movements of the other black-cloaked Celephas.

"Others take the time to rest as soon as possible."

After Steve Rogers gave orders one after another, he didn't stop for a moment, turned around and stood at the door, staring closely at the black robed Celephaz who was still in a coma.

The only remaining two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were exhausted, so they immediately found a place to rest.

And the blonde girl who hadn't stayed on the boat for a long time, didn't need to rest, and had nothing to do looked left and right, but couldn't help but step forward, ran to Charles Lester, poked her hand and closed her eyes to rest. agent.

"Do you want to consider Tony's proposal?"

She said to the green-eyed agent who opened his eyes and looked at her.

Charles Lester, who still had a layer of tired fog in his eyes, immediately woke up.

"why?"

He asked incredulously: "I have a formal establishment in S.H.I.E.L.D., a good salary, comprehensive insurance, less danger than a superhero, and the possibility of further promotion, and the possibility of switching to a civilian position that can comfortably sit in an office—I Why change jobs for a thankless, high-risk job?"

But Goldilocks said, "Because you are not suitable for S.H.I.E.L.D. now."

Charles Lester was puzzled: "...What basis do you have for making such a judgment?"

"Haven't you ever wondered why the types of tasks you do are so monotonous? Technical tasks or capture tasks, excellent agents can do far more than these."

Hydera rested her chin and squatted beside the agent, "Tony said that it is impossible for you to continue to be promoted in S.H.I.E.L.D. I think so too."

Charles Lester frowned involuntarily and pursed his lips slightly.

In fact, he was not unaware of this: agents who joined the same period or even lower ranks than him could be exposed to a large number of infiltration or espionage missions, but he almost never received such assignments.

"I like you the way you are, and you should keep it."

Hydera sincerely persuaded.

"But if you keep working at S.H.I.E.L.D., the job is going to kill you sooner or later ... that's a shame."

"... Hydra."

Suddenly someone behind her called her name.

"It will be fine in a while!" Hydera, who was trying to abduct and sell an excellent agent, said without looking back: "I'm going to solve it!"

"Hydra, this is important, I need you, but I want you to stay calm."

Steve Rogers said.

Hydera's heart immediately emptied for a beat.

...the man never asked for help.

She turned around abruptly—

——The blond soldier stood far away from everyone, with a calm expression and a calm tone, and said to the blond girl who turned around.

"I have two shadows."

The author says:

Hydera: "————"

Steve: "Hydra, calm down, I know you can do it."

——The always calm and stable tone is like a thin rein to hold a raging dog.

Recommend my dear baby Bie Han's article, "I Inherited the Bloodline of the Demon King"!

Whether you just want to do a good job in your career, but all of your subordinates are love-minded demon kings, the story of a tragic survival in an environment where the demons lose power and everyone shouts and beats, the writing style can switch between sand sculptures and sweetness without barriers, super cute!

The most important thing is that Biehan is not the same as me who crawls like a turtle with hand speed, but a spaceship at the speed of light (.

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I was reborn in a different world called [Troyer].

It is said that in this alien land where the weak eat the strong, the Demon King has been sealed for 500 years.

And the monsters lost their shelter and were expelled and suppressed by various races, making it difficult to survive.

All of this should have nothing to do with me, but my luck seems to be not very good.

I was supposed to live freely as a low-level monster, but I accidentally inherited the blood of the Demon Lord.

It also took on the important task of revitalizing the Demon Race.