"Long live the Hydra."

Agent Heatwell felt that this slogan, which he had been shouting for half his life, seemed particularly harsh today.

The task that Pierce entrusted to him is glorious and great, and Pierce's strategy is correct. In his current capacity, Captain America will definitely come to him if he wants to learn about the Insight program.

Therefore, he pinned the emblem of Hydra in a conspicuous position, made a complacent appearance, and kept in touch with his colleagues.

But Heatwell guessed all morning, what means they would use to deal with themselves.

Are you pointing a gun at yourself?

Long range sniper rifle?

Do you need to pay extra attention to whether there are red spots on your chest?

Or call yourself pretending to be a colleague?

This technical means Black Widow should also have it.

Or just rush up and take yourself away like a robbery?

In public, even Captain America wouldn't do that, right?

Just like even if they captured Captain America, they couldn't have shot him in public.

That would directly lead to huge social problems.

Captain America should be conceivable. It would be absolutely inappropriate to treat himself as an international agent in this way.

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So when Heatwell wandered outside all morning and didn't find any red spots on his body, nor did he receive any strange phone calls, he began to think that he had gone too far?

Rumlow has called himself three times to confirm, but he is like nothing...

Could it be that Captain America found out that this was a trap and found another target?

But Captain America did not disappoint Heatwell after all.

Even he couldn't help but praise Pierce's great forward thinking.

It's just... it would be better if they could kidnap themselves back gently.

When Heatwell saw the sun again, he appeared on the roof of a building.

He clutched his chest, his heart was about to jump out of his mouth—

What has he experienced just now?

He was sitting outside a coffee shop, ready to taste the coffee he had just ordered.

In broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of the public, he was swallowed by an invisible object, including a person and a chair...

That's right, take a bite!

The frightened Sitwell was extremely certain and certain that he was definitely in the mouth of some kind of beast just now!

Those razor-sharp teeth shattered the chair that came in with him before he could react!

And he tried all kinds of methods, and even took out a portable high-temperature cutting machine, but he didn't let this unknown beast move a little bit!

how can that be!

Or is it an illusion? !

But who can explain what happened to his drool all over his body? !

Steve looked at the acquaintance who was spat out by Skool. He wanted to go up and punch him, but now he grinned and stopped.

"What is that! What are you doing!"

Fortunately, Heatwell has not forgotten his role.

He seemed flustered, but he was actually very confident.

Because he has a positioning device on his body, the special forces who have been monitoring his location find him suddenly missing and will track him here as soon as possible!

As long as he delays long enough, Captain America is no match for the heavily armed special forces!

Rumlow has repeatedly emphasized several times that the space in the elevator was too small last time, and there was no heavy weapon to throw off the shelf, so they were escaped by Captain America!

"Hitwell... It seems that last time I went to kill those pirates and rescued you, it was a complete joke."

Skool remained invisible, and Sam was mobile support, so there were only Steve and Heatwell.

"Captain, what are you talking about, I..."

"Tell me Zola's algorithm!"

Steve hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and kicked Sitwell down, and then rubbed the soles of his shoes on the ground:

"What did you do on the Star of Lemuria?"

"Algorithms? I haven't heard of it, Star of Lemuria? I...I threw up on it, I'm seasick!"

He got up tremblingly, wiped his glasses, and smiled reluctantly—

Is Captain America's kick so good?

He already felt that he was bleeding from his stomach, and his mouth was full of blood:

"Captain Rogers, you are now a wanted criminal of S.H.I.E.L.D...."

He watched Steve come forward step by step, and he stepped back step by step, but he had already retreated to the side——

One more step back, and he'll be in free fall.

"call……"

Heatwell calmed down in vain:

"Aha...it's really high here, but you're Captain America, the righteous man of God, and you would kidnap me in broad daylight for this trivial matter...

And throw me out of here? "

He slowly revealed a confident smile, and shook his head confidently and without panic:

"That's not your style, Captain Rogers."

"That's right."

Steve had already walked to the opposite side of him, and he could push him down with his hand, but he looked at Skool's saliva on the other side with disgust:

"Not only is it not my style, but it also makes me a little bit uncomfortable."

"But compared to being swallowed by a wolf, it's not unacceptable to be pushed off the roof by a wolf, right?"

Steve spread his hands, and then Heatwell felt like he was hit by something invisible, and fell down with a howl.

"Wow, what a shame."

Skool's voice came from an invisible position:

"He should hold on a little longer, his reinforcements are here."

"Can it be done?" Steve glanced behind him, and a helicopter was already flying over.

"Of course, it's daytime, and it's almost noon."

Skool's voice was a little further away:

"How cooked?"

"……All cooked!"

"no problem."

During the inhumane bombardment of the Sunlight Cannon, Sam dragged Heatwell by the collar and threw him on the rooftop.

Sitwell's miserable howl came to an abrupt end, because he saw a golden giant wolf three meters high, spraying a beam of light from its mouth.

The sun in the sky seems to be brighter, and the sun beam of the heat wave can be felt here, and the gunship of the special forces is directly blasted into slag~lightnovelpub.net~ No, it should be... molten metal juice.

As for the big explosion in the air and the few pieces of coke that fell, Heatwell was afraid to look at it.

He understands, what is so special about this...

"Zola's algorithm is a program that selects targets for insight..."

He surrendered decisively. He could reason with Captain America to play the game, and what could he say to a beast that wiped out all the members of the Special Forces with one mouth? !

He didn't even bother to think where this thing came from!

"What target?"

"You, Tony Stark, Oaks Lynn, Bruce Banner, a host in Cairo, the undersecretary of defense, a high school graduate in Iowa City, Stephen Strange, everything threatens The Hydra man!"

"Both now and in the future!"