[Zhongyingmei] Do something!Do something!Do something!

Pierce's death caused a frenzied alarm. Nearly hundreds of fighters in the entire base picked up their equipment and spread out in search of the little thief who dared to come here to act wildly without any orders.

Senior agents such as Hawkeye and Black Widow also started their own operations to protect the retreat of important personnel.

The first ones to be protected were the group of 'lunatics' in the laboratory. These guys were still sorting out the data in a leisurely manner amidst the non-stop sirens, and the old and cunning foxes like Fury had already had abnormal occurrences. He was immediately protected and evacuated from this base.

The red shadow stuck behind a single agent, and his breath landed on the back of his neck like a snake spit out a letter: "HailHydra."

"HailRedSkull." Agent Lawrence answered reflexively, standing at attention.

In the next second, the sharp dagger pierced the back of the man's neck with a swift blow that the naked eye could not catch. Lawrence clutched his neck and let out the sound of air leaking from the bellows, and finally fell to the ground shaking his legs weakly.

Hot blood splashed on his face with the next action, Bai Chunlixu's expression was strangely satisfied, he knelt down and looked at the man whose eyes were gradually losing the vitality of his life, that gaze was like staring at a lover, with a smile on his lips expand.

The dagger in his hand fell again.

Tang Song sat on a chair and read a book in his hands. On the table in front of him was a few sips of coffee, steaming crispy fried crab legs, and several eaten steamed dumplings—a kind of Minced crab meat and vegetables are mixed together, wrapped in batter and deep-fried.

The dumb kid on the opposite side ate very happily.

It all originated from the fact that Last Work wanted to go shopping, while Accelerator preferred to sleep at home. As the protector of the servants, Tang Song was given the task of taking her out without hesitation.

Obviously, the servant should protect the Master.

Under the gaze of Accelerator, Tang Song swallowed these words back.

"Max, what do you want?" Tang Song folded the lower right corner of the page of the children's fairy tale book that came along, pretending to be puzzled, and looked up at Max who was parked by her desk with wide eyes.

Max rolled his eyes in a very Max style, that kind of feeling of 'I despise you with every cell in my body'.The action was completely inconsistent with the expression, and he gently put the orange juice in front of the last work.

Lori's affinity is really terrifying.

Tang Song couldn't help but sigh.

Even this fierce tongue girl was captured.

"I didn't expect your daughter to be so big." The smile on the corner of Max's mouth widened, and he gloated and gestured to Han who was a little disappointed over there: "It seems that our little Superman is destined to be broken in love."

Tang Song turned his head to meet Han's gaze. The other party stared at her in a daze for a while, then his neck became red, and finally he bowed his head shyly and pursed his lips into a smile.

"...Ah." Tang Song shuddered and felt that the hairs were about to stand up. She turned her head stiffly and talked to Max seriously: "Actually, I prefer inner beauty to outer beauty." Because in the university I don't have that stuff in the eyes of most people, "but the premise is that the other party's external beauty is enough to attract me to want to know his inner beauty."

"I can understand, the Yan accusation is not guilty?" Max agreed deeply.

The Last Work picked up the quilt and gulped down the orange juice in the glass.

"Don't you feel bloated?" Tang Song picked up the last fried dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely.The Last Work proudly put down the cup, and patted his chest: "I don't think so at all. Misaka Misaka is a good gesture to show youth."

"Don't look at me like this, I'm still a child." Tang Song said and raised his hand: "Here, here, another plate of fried dumplings."

The Last Work:  …

After eating and drinking, she took the order list in her hand and brought the last dish to the pair of diners who were two tables away from them: "The payment is handed over to you, remember to go back to Coulson for reimbursement."

She said with a smug smile on the corner of her mouth.

Obviously they gave them such a handsome dismount, and they even sent someone to monitor her. The S.H.I.E.L.D. really makes people wonder what is better to evaluate. If it was other heroes, they might not care, but Tang Song, she has never been hero.

It seems that the decision to let Bai Junlixu make a trip was the right one.

Tang Song happily slapped the order list on their desktop, and the number two mobile phone he carried with him suddenly rang.

The caller was from an unfamiliar number. Tang Song stared at it for a long time, until he was about to hang up automatically: "Hello, what's the matter? Let me explain first, since you know this number, you should understand The price I sell is [-] U.S. dollars a time."

That was the only good thing about knowing Wilson.

After being introduced by an acquaintance, she entered the bar, beat up a dozen people who looked down on her as a woman, and by the way let some of the hands-on men not have to worry about women in their lives, and successfully became a mercenary, and after completing several tasks, their employment level increased. After that, she entered a life of being closed for three years—those with low prices could not afford to hire her, and those who could afford her would not choose a newcomer.

It's so sad.

Tang Song sadly wiped away the tears that were squeezed out from yawning. This is the world of dirty adults. It's too sad to abandon even your own bottom line for money.

"Rush to 10th Avenue and 19rd Street immediately within 73 minutes." A strange male voice came from the phone, and he gave orders to Tang Song from the place where gunshots kept coming: "If you are late..."

"Are you an idiot?"

Tang Song interrupted the other party indifferently and then hung up the phone. Although she was a mercenary for making money, it didn't mean that other people could give her orders casually.

This should be one of the reasons why no one is looking for her despite the high degree of completion of each mission.

"Little Misaka, it's time to go back." Tang Song stretched out his hand and pulled back the last work that was trying to run out of the door. If the last work is allowed to wander around in this kind of place, it's like putting a completely defenseless sheep in a very hungry In front of the tiger.

And then she will be slaughtered by Accelerator. This is really the worst compatible character that has been summoned so far.

"Do you know what Accelerator likes besides you?"

"Huh--????!!!"

Tang Song said that she was very happy when she skinned it.

"Please wait!"

The two agents who were forced to pay the bill chased them out with their mobile phones. Tang Song looked back at them, and with an idea, he pulled up the last work and started running.Suddenly, a man and a woman were chasing after each other on the street, and two underage girls—one of whom looked like a minor—run ahead.

It's really going downhill.

The author has something to say: Unified reply to two doubtful points that have not been answered.

1. Bai Chunlixu was indeed sent by Tang Song to eliminate Hydra on purpose.

2. S.H.I.E.L.D. will play with Hydra, but not now.

This chapter is written intermittently, so it may be a bit strange.

The past two days have been spent between fever and confusion, so there is no update, and I will make up for it later.

Current chapters owed: 2