Chapter 419 The duty of the director is to protect his subordinates!

  After a muffled noise that everyone heard, an agent beside Coulson slumped to the ground holding his spurting neck.

   "Sniper!"

In the heart-piercing cry of a passerby agent, another bullet fell and hit the shoulder of Agent Simmons who was about to open the door to Nick Fury. Even with the help of an exoskeleton, Simmons was still The impact of the bullet made a circle, and then collapsed to the ground.

   "Coleson! Run!"

  Nick Fury looked at Coleson who was standing in the open area without cover, and countless power surged from his body. Then he jumped and rushed towards Coleson in the air.

  The hydra killer with a sniper rifle in the distance originally wanted to hit Coleson, but Nick Fury's bald head was too bright in the sun, so he subconsciously shifted the muzzle.

"boom!"

  A blood flower bloomed in the air, and Nick Fury, who was shot in the back, screamed and fell in front of Coleson, and then he pressed Coleson down firmly.

   "Director! Chief!" Coleson felt the trembling of the opponent's body, and warm blood was flowing on his face.

"boom!"

"what!"

"boom!"

   "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

  The sniper didn't plan to let Nick Fury go. He fired three shots in a row, all of which hit Nick Fury.

   "Director!" Coleson burst into tears.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The pistol bullet that went out immediately disappeared.

  Looking at the opponent's hideous face, the sniper silently removed the finished magazine, then got up to pack his weapon. When he grabbed the weapon, the red star on the mechanical arm was shining brightly under the sunlight.

   "Woo...Woo..." After the shooting stopped, the gunfire on the court also stopped. Both Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents watched as they tried to shake and stand up Nick Fury.

   "Director, what are you doing!"

"Huh...huh..." Nick straightened up, the gun in his hand was still in the state where the hammer was bounced after the bullets. He dropped the pistol and looked at a messy battlefield, "Coleson, what is your expression? I'm Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!" With this, Nick Fury reluctantly walked a few steps to the side of the car.

   "It's my responsibility to protect my subordinates. It doesn't matter if this is a small injury!"

   "Sir!"

   "Now you go quickly, get out of here, the battle is not over yet!"

"We will take you along!" Coleson helped Nick Fury and was about to get into the car. The surrounding Hydra agents immediately surrounded him. It was clear that Coleson and others would either surrender or follow Nick. Fury died together.

Coleson and others naturally refused. The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were ready to die. Just as the two sides were about to fight, the last Kun-type fighter that was cruising in the sky suddenly caught fire and was driving. In the Mayday voice of the crew, the Hydra soldiers guarding the bridge head saw a motorcycle approaching fast.

  "It's Captain America!" The sharp-eyed soldier saw a shield flew out again, and then exploded the Kun-style fighter's engine. Amid the explosion of the falling Kun-style, the American team's motorcycle rushed over.

   "Fire! Stop him!"

The shadow of the person’s name and the tree. These Hydra knew clearly about Steve’s combat effectiveness. The explosive, muscular man would be silent when he saw it, and the woman would drool when he saw it, and his legs would feel weak. The kind of, seeing the other side's aggressive and unkind look, Hydra immediately fired.

Seeing the opponent fired, the US team retracted the shield, then stood in front of him, and then twisted the motorcycle's throttle to accelerate the motorcycle to the fastest speed. Then he exerted force on his feet, jumped up, and made a handsome 720-degree turn in the air. After three and a half weeks of flipping, a superhero-like half-kneeling land finally came.

   And the motorcycle he flew out also disintegrated in mid-air, transformed into several parts, and then ignited, smashing into the surroundings of the Hydra soldiers like a sky monkey.

   "Boom boom boom...!"

  Hydra soldiers garrisoned at the bridgehead are instantly wiped out.

   "Quickly, call for reinforcements and find Captain America! Kill him! There are still these people, I can't let him save! Kill them all!"

  Hydra agents immediately divided into two groups. One team intercepted the US team, and the other team began to attack the S.H.I.E.L.D. survivors who were in the corner.

"Avenge for the Chief!" The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, who thought it was doomed, saw the U.S. team appear, but the morale was boosted. The remaining dozens of people picked up the weapons of their dead companions and wiped their tears and began to fight back. All of a sudden, nine heads. Snake has become a tendency to ride a tiger. They can't advance or retreat. They can't win the US team, nor can they solve the S.H.I.

   "Sir, what shall we do now?"

Soon the problem was handed over to Sitwell. The bald man huddled behind the bunker, listening to the sound of the bullets swishing over his forehead, and then looking at the US team that was just brushing the Hydra copy not far away. He just felt A big danger word appeared on the forehead.

  However, he still kept in mind his responsibilities as a second-to-five boy.

  "Don’t panic, we have more than a hundred people, and they can completely eliminate them. You will all be up to me, and I will report on the situation to Minister Pierce!"

  Looking at Brother Bald, who was pretending to be calm, the Hydra agent nodded, then gave the order to his deputy, and he followed the Bald brother out of the battlefield on the grounds of protecting the Bald brother and reporting the battle to Minister Pierce.

Fortunately, the two slid in time. Just after they left, the newly-acquired Falcon from the US team joined the battlefield. The Falcon with its flying wings was like a bomber, throwing away all the explosives it collected. , A bunch of Hydras were fried, crying for father and mother.

  Many people tried to fight back, but the other party was like a loach, and they ran away. They couldn't fight or chase, they could only watch themselves flying to the sky with their comrades in arms.

  After struggling for a few minutes, the last Hydra soldier was smashed into the turbulent river by a shield.

   "Sorry, I'm late!" Looking at the dead and wounded and wreckage everywhere, the scorched American team looked apologetic.

   "It's okay, it's not too late!" Nick Fury, who seemed to have the last breath, tremblingly stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.

   "Captain, I have taken Natasha to find Fisher, your mission is the big guys in the sky, you must not let them fall into the hands of Hydra!"

   "I see! Leave it to me!" The US team sighed secretly, and today he lost another comrade-in-arms!

   "Thank you, let's go to fight, let me, a veteran, it's time to take a break!" After saying that, Nick Fury went into a coma and passed out completely.

  (End of this chapter)