The correct way to attack the villain

Sure enough, not all of the nearly 4 troops boarded the gate elevator.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. is always one step behind the Avengers in dealing with external affairs, Nick Fury's calm and decisiveness is absolutely beyond anyone's imagination when it comes to internal issues.

The coalition government transferred personnel under the guise of enemy invasion, and caught S.H.I.E.L.D. by surprise. If they want to occupy the dome prison in a short period of time, at least they can get the capital to negotiate with S.H.I.E.L.D. Take full control of the main command room before arriving at the prison.

And queuing up slowly to get on the elevator obviously didn't conform to their action order of only being fast and not breaking.

The [-] allied troops who were diverted out immediately occupied the staff elevators and even the gates of the cleaning elevators. After opening the door of the cleaning elevator at the farthest point, fifty well-trained allied troops immediately stepped on it within the weight limit of the elevators. .

Until the elevator doors closed, the elevator began to slowly rise.

"Can I press the 120th floor?"

Fifty soldiers faced the elevator door and stood straight with their guns in hand. The team leader who had just pressed the number of floors subconsciously frowned and replied: "Our mission goal is 180 floors."

"But the medical center is on the 120th floor."

There was silence in the elevator for half a second.

then.

"alert!"

The team leader gave an order, and the soldiers who reacted quickly pulled the bolts of the submachine guns in their hands, and fifty [-]mm black guns were aimed at the man behind him who did not know when he appeared, sitting leisurely. A researcher in a white coat dangling on two legs in the cleaning cart.

The researcher blinked his eyes for no reason: "It's just a small effort, it's not as serious as killing me, right?"

No one listened to him. The team leader raised his hand after glancing at the nameplate from the Chinese Academy of Sciences on his chest, and the other 49 soldiers pulled the trigger without hesitation.In order to pursue the ultimate action, the coalition army came with the highest order to kill the coalition government. Of course, in order to maintain the superficial peace, they hypocritically added a sentence "except for the aegis" after the kill order. other than Bureau agents".

The idlers of the Academy of Fine Arts, who have long had a deadlock with all institutions, are not exempt from death.

However, after the sound of the trigger being pulled one after another.

No gunshots, no screams, no blood, no bullets.

The whole elevator was as quiet as nothing happened.

The soldiers looked at each other in disbelief, and quickly pressed the trigger a few more times in disbelief. The facts told them that they had debugged the intact equipment before they set off, and within just 10 minutes, there seemed to be problems in a uniform manner.

A burst of weird laughter drilled into the eardrum without warning, making the hairs stand on end.

No one saw clearly how the researcher moved, only that at the moment he raised his arm, a huge Gatling muzzle suddenly appeared behind him, the muzzle was filled with strangely colored syringes, and the researcher seemed to be aiming Also closed one eye.

"Now it's my turn."

The team leader just watched the plot take a turn for the worse. Those ordinary-looking syringes easily pierced through the soldiers' armor that couldn't even be blown up by bombs, leaving traces of corrosion on it.The soldiers around him fell one by one, and finally, the researcher's gun was aimed directly at the heart of the team leader.

"Tell your officer the clown in Gotham wants his life."

As he spoke, the researcher touched the team leader's waist, pulled out the well-crafted dagger from his belt, and reached out to press the floor button of the elevator a few times.

"The rules of the game are that I will sneak into the patrol of S.H.I.E.L.D. If he can find me within half an hour, then congratulations to him for saving a dog's life, if he doesn't find me—"

"Then the game is over and the clown wins."

The researcher pulled off the mask with one hand, revealing half of his face with pale skin and blood-red lips.

"You know I can do it."

On the top floor of the Dome Prison, as soon as the monitoring of the cleaning elevator was cut off, the general command issued an order. The Aegis patrols on the top floor were fully armed and surrounded the elevator door. Once the door was opened, there was nothing wrong with them. will pull the trigger.However, the elevator did not go directly to the top floor like other elevators, but stopped at the 120th floor.

Just when the patrol chief contacted the patrol on the 120th floor, the number of elevator floors began to drop again, and stopped at the No.20 floor, and stayed there for nearly 2 minutes. After that, the number of elevator floors went up again.

This time, the elevator stopped on the eighth floor of 180.

Everyone immediately went into alert mode.

The elevator doors slowly opened to both sides, and the air became anxious as a result.

then.

They saw 49 soldiers lying on the ground in disarray, with all their uniforms removed except their underwear and socks.

Patrolman: "..."

Chief: "..."

At the same time, the four cleaning robots parked outside the cleaning elevator on the [-]th floor took the "garbage" in the cleaning car and the latest instructions to the garbage incineration room on the bottom floor of the Dome Prison.

Retrieved Item - Combined battle uniform with signs of corrosion.

Recycling Mode - Force stripping.

On the 120th floor, the patrol chief who received the order from the top led the team to clean the elevator, and met a researcher in a white coat covered in injuries.

The researcher seemed to have been shot in the leg, and had multiple stab wounds on his wrist and arm. He limped while walking, leaving shocking bloodstains along the way.When he saw the patrolling soldiers, he rushed over as if he saw a life-saving straw.

"Sir, save me, they're going to kill me, they're going to kill me!"

The patrol chief supported the researcher with one hand: "Who is going to kill you?"

The eyes of the researcher wearing a mask were full of horror: "Joker, it's the clown and his men!"

The officer frowned immediately. He glanced at the wound on the researcher's body. The jagged wound was surrounded by metal powder that prevents blood from coagulating. It really looked like a single-soldier combat dagger that was unique to the United Army.

The researcher is still immersed in fear, and his speech is also in a mess.

"They're wearing Union clothes, the clown is wearing Union clothes, he's going to kill me, he says I broke his move, he's going to kill me, I'm just running, running, sir!" Wounded The researcher tightly grasped the officer's arm, "I'm in pain, please help me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die yet..."

The latter sentence was already crying, and the patrolman's gaze shifted from the signboard of the Academy of Fine Arts on his chest to his face, those blue eyes were soaked with tears, fear mixed with trust.

Even though the other party was from the Academy of Fine Arts, the patrol captain was still relented.He ordered the soldiers behind him: "Take him to the medical room."

After the soldier left with the injured researcher, everyone around him looked at the officer, waiting for an order from him.

The information revealed by the researcher's words is terrifying. If the clown really got in with the Union Army, then their way of allowing the Union Army to enter the Dome Prison may be the real way to lure wolves into the house.

"The third team, gather all the troops below the [-]th floor to intercept the remaining coalition forces and enter the top floor!"

"Explosion-proof team, logistics team, Flying Tiger Commando, come with me to support the top patrol troops!"

"Captain, there is news from the headquarters that someone has hacked into the prison's internal system, and the entire prison's surveillance system has been hacked!"

"How long does it take to reboot?"

"That person installed an anti-intrusion system in our system, and it will take at least 10 minutes to complete the cracking!"

"It's the clown."

"He's already started."

The patrol chief clenched the submachine gun in his hand, watching the United Army still pouring into the top floor on the elevator at the gate, the feeling of helplessness and helplessness made his scalp explode.

"He is more than one person. It is impossible for one person to have the ability to sneak into the Vault without us noticing. He must have planned for a long time."

From the communicator came a message from the patrol officer on the top floor: "We found 49 combined soldiers whose combat uniforms were taken from them in the elevator."

The patrol chief frowned.

That's right, the researcher just said "the clown and his men".

Therefore, the news that is worse than one villain infiltrating the coalition army is that at least 49 people have infiltrated the coalition army, and the number is not much more. Even if the coalition army wants to uproot them, it will take a lot of time.

The patrol chief took a deep breath, then turned his head and said to the adjutant: "Report to the superior, it is said that the clown and his men have infiltrated the coalition army."

The adjutant hesitated and said, "Shouldn't you ask the United Army to verify it first?"

"Do you think they will assist us if we ask them for evidence?" The patrol chief sneered, "No, they will even think that this is our way to drive them out of prison."

After finishing speaking, the patrol chief was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Yes, why do you need to ask for evidence?"

"We just need a reason to get the Combine out of prison, don't we?"

"Captain, the S.H.I.E.L.D. patrols on the top floor have already confronted the combined forces."

The second-generation clown was confident: "They will face each other sooner or later."

"What did you say?"

In the medical room, the emergency nurse with a sweet face and a gentle voice heard the researcher's whisper and asked with a smile.

"I didn't say anything, ma'am." Ereda looked at the emergency nurse squatting in front of him, and stretched out his hand to straighten the nameplate of the Academy of Fine Arts on his chest, "I just think you can treat people in the Academy of Fine Arts with such care, are you A good man."

The emergency nurse laughed: "What SHIELD Academy of Arts, you are all wounded here."

She continued to peel off the blood-adhered cloth on the researcher's thigh: "Be patient, it may hurt a little. They are really cruel, with so much blood, the wound must be very—"

The nurse stopped in the middle of her speech.

Because after she completely peeled off the cloth sticking to the researcher's gunshot wound, what she saw was not a shocking wound, but a small blood bag that was almost draining.

"What, what's going on..."

She froze in place, slowly raised her head.

She saw the face of a clown, completely blocking the overhead lights.

The clown smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

"I'm a gentleman."

Half a minute later, Ereda looked at the "young female nurse" wearing a nurse's uniform in the mirror, and confidently gathered two balls of medical cotton on her chest.

"Should I put on false eyelashes? Or get a wig?"

Bunya: "...we don't have much time, Captain."

"Ok."

Eredar glanced at the mirror with some regret, walked to the bed next to the female nurse who was stunned by a small dose of sleeping pills and was sleeping soundly on the bed, took her first aid kit, turned and locked the door.

Sitting on the only emergency elevator for medical personnel not occupied by the United Army, Ereda looked at the mirror in the elevator wearing a mask. Although her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, she was still a somewhat neutral "nurse" because she didn't have a wig. Miss", he could only comfort himself in pity.

"At least it's much better looking than the nurse my adoptive father used to be, what do you think?"

Bangya: "..."

The top floor of the Dome Prison is definitely the most spectacular sight since the prison was built.

Even though they were forced to stay outside the elevator in the end, the coalition army of nearly 2 people still rushed forward to face all the garrison forces on the top floor of the Upper Dome Prison. The originally huge and empty hall was crowded.

One side wanted to enter the command room, the other side tried to stop it, and both sides insisted that the clown had sneaked into the other side's camp.

No one was willing to take a step back, and the situation was deadlocked on the spot.And the consequences of this situation are-

The second-generation clown on the top floor of the Dome felt as relaxed as if he was visiting the back garden of Wayne Manor.

Harry Osborn was locked in the top-secret cell of the Dome Prison, which was originally built to hold venom, surrounded by a wall made of transparent metal with the highest hardness in the world provided by Stark Industries , all the facilities are available, and there is even a projector filled with precious fitness videos left by Captain America during World War II, so prisoners can enjoy a relatively comfortable and stable prison life at the same time.

Lost all his privacy.

There is no day and night in the life inside, and the biological imitation table lamp above the head illuminates all corners of the room like the sun 24 hours a day, criminals cannot escape, and life is muddled.It was Harry Osborn's tenth day in prison, or No. 20, he didn't quite know.

Just when he opened his eyes from the bed, ignored the dinner prepared for him on the table, picked up the only book in the room and read it over and over again like every day, while cursing the group of Osborne Pharmaceuticals for taking advantage of the wind While the moth executives were trying to escape, a pink and white figure appeared at the corner of the corridor.

Osborne raised an eyebrow.

Then he put down the book in his hand.

"Sorry, nurse, further inside is the highest prison. If you don't have permission from the headquarters, I can't let you in."

The nurse said softly, "Didn't the warden greet you? He asked me to come. If you don't let me in, the prisoners inside will die of illness."

The two tall guards outside the door turned their heads and took a look.

In the transparent cell, Osborn raised the corner of his mouth.

Then, completely ignoring the end of the nurse's eyes that were about to cramp from winking, she still sat there healthy and sound, her eyes narrowed slightly by the light above her head so lightly that they almost turned light green, looking at her with peace of mind. play.

"oops—"

Regarding the refusal of the trapped person to cooperate, the rescuers expressed great regret to the two heavily armed guards and said, "He may not be able to hear what I said, or there may be some obstacles in his ability to understand. Who knows, when he was in a magazine before The media also said that he got a Ph.D. in facial expression research, which sounds high-end and useless."

The two guards reacted immediately, picked up the weapons in their hands, and before they could ask, "Who are you?", the polymer air mortar that suddenly appeared on their chests had blasted them to the left and right respectively. At the end of the corridor on both sides.

"Miss Nurse" stretched out her right hand, and the mecha behind her also raised her right arm. The mortar became a Tang knife in a series of rearrangements and combinations of parts, with black liquid oozing from the tip of the knife. Little by little, he cut into the glass wall in front of him.

"This is the last bit of Honkai source energy I have left."

After manipulating the mech to completely cut the glass wall into an ellipse that is enough for people to pass through, the second-generation clown bent his fingers and flicked it lightly: "I hope it is enough to be worthy of the shelf of Stark technology."

With a bang, the oval transparent metal wall fell backwards and hit the ground.

Eredar looked up and looked at the blond youth who was still sitting there.

"Master Harry—"

In the center of Gotham, Judge Claude, who was sitting in his office, drinking alone and celebrating his dictatorship like Alfred, felt a chill go down his back. He turned his head, and the window behind him was opened at some time. The wind blew in and the curtains swayed from side to side.

He stood up suspiciously, and just as he closed the window, a black shadow suddenly enveloped him.

Judge Claude was startled, and immediately turned his head. In front of the wall lamp in the window opposite him, a dark figure stood there.He was wearing a black cloak, and his voice was as hoarse as ever.

"Judge Crowder—"

--"haven't seen you for a long time."