"That is to say..."
Hill turned around, looked at the corpses spread out on the floor and said solemnly: "We don't have any clues about this organization?"
helicopter.
tank.
Countless guns and ammunition.
Jesus Christ, there is such an organization in New York City that can launch a small war, but SHIELD knows nothing about it?
Wow.
If the World Security Council finds out about this, I'm afraid their SHIELD budget will have to be reduced again.
a long time.
"check!"
Hill gritted his teeth and looked at Hand: "Let the New York Center move, issue a reward to the dark world, and be sure to find this damn organization for me."
Ms. Hand hummed.
There are two sides to this world.
One belongs to the world under the sun, and the other belongs to the world in darkness. However, although these two worlds are one white and one black, the people in these two worlds all belong to the kind of people who abide by the rules of their respective worlds. .
Terrorists are not from the dark world.
The dark world will not admit that assassins, hackers, and various gangs are also motivated by money. A stable society will make their performance soar. Therefore, people in the dark world do not like terrorists.
Of course.
Regardless of whether you like it or not, the transaction will still be done.
only……
Most dark people disdain to make deals with terrorist organizations, and Baker is one of them.
Half an hour later.
Baker, who was watching the news and drinking bourbon at home, received a reward push from the InterContinental Hotel APP.
one look.
Beck yelled. This was probably the first time SHIELD had taken the initiative to ask for help from the Dark World since he entered this world.
obviously.
The various equipment unearthed in the Bear Mountain Valley stimulated S.H.I.E.L.D.
What was S.H.I.E.L.D. founded for?
It was established to prevent the emergence of a second Hydra in the world. Now this underground organization appearing in the hinterland of the Federation has stimulated SHIELD's nerves.
Just look at the reward amount above.
A reward of six million dollars.
This made Baker think twice. However, just when Baker was about to collect the reward, the APP updated, and the originally red reward instantly turned into a completed green reward.
Someone picked up?
Who could it be?
Baker raised his eyebrows and thought in his mind.
In addition to Baker and countless assassins, those who thought the same thing also had the Templars, the organization involved, running away to somewhere in New Jersey.
"Bang!"
Alan Riggin, the president who was actually at the headquarters of Abstergo Industrial Pharmaceuticals in New York and projected in the conference room, was also the Grand Master of the Templars. At this moment, he punched the table angrily: "Who is it?"
This was a slap in the face to the Templars, and even to his Grand Master.
after all……
He just patted his chest and said that their base in Xiongshan was very safe and would not be invaded.
But the result?
As soon as he finished speaking, people came over and slapped him in the face, and the slap in the face was so successful that he snatched away all the apples they had.
And it wasn't just the golden apples, they were also ripped away from their nest.
Onishet.
"Are we raising a bunch of pigs?" Alan Rikkin suppressed his anger: "I heard that the intruder was a person. Who is it? Is it a cross that faked death?"
Sitting on the left side, a member of the Presbyterian Church who was considered to be the person in charge of the Bear Mountain Base said solemnly: "Monroe said no, the intruder was Hero Moulton."
"Herro Moulton?"
Alan Rikkin muttered the name and said suspiciously: "Who is this person? Is he an assassin from Tiber Island?"
"No, Hero Moulton is the last survivor of the textile factory today. Moreover, according to Monroe, this person is also a strange person who can become invisible."
"Alien?"
"I remember, in the Middle Ages, we already tried them, didn't we?"
"Obviously, we didn't have a clean trial."
"Is he an assassin from the League of Assassins?"
"Not sure."
Alan Rikkin, who was projected in the first place, coughed, and after everyone stopped talking, he said, "How is Monroe now?"
The person in charge of the Xiongshan base said: "I'm afraid the situation is not optimistic."
Alan Rijn nodded: "So, our strongest guardian knight in New York has been scrapped."
The person in charge frowned and said, "The medical officer said that if organizational resources are used, Monroe can recover in about a year."
"The Templars don't need trash." Alan Rikkin looked at the person in charge expressionlessly: "Especially the trash who was defeated by the assassin."
Say it.
Alan Rikkin was about to end the conversation: "To clean up the finishing touches at Bear Mountain Base, the League of Assassins has revealed the matter of our Templar organization to SHIELD. We have found the blood descendants of that person. In August , I will fly to Madrid with that person, and the sanatorium will be ready."
A person sitting on the right nodded: "Yes."
Alan Rikkin took one last look at everyone, and then glanced at the person in charge of the Bear Mountain Base: "Take care of it!"
Say it.
Alan Rikkin cuts off his own projection transmission.
New Jersey base.
Benedick, the person in charge of Bear Mountain, took off his linen hood and felt a little unhappy thinking about what Alan Riggin had just said.
but……
It was just displeasure. After all, the supreme master of this generation was Alan Rikin, not Benedick.
Half an hour later.
The Jersey base has three underground floors.
Benedick stood in front of a three-meter-tall glass water pipe filled with healing fluid and stared.
In the water pipe, there is the guardian knight Monroe who is soaked in the healing liquid.
Monroe, who was naked, was in a miserable state.
Although the limbs are still healthy, they are all charred and black. Even though both eyes are closed, one eye is empty.
It looked terrifying.
Not long after.
Benedick sighed: "The Supreme Master thinks you are worthless, so don't blame me."
Said.
Benedick turned and walked outside. After a while, Benedick's voice came from outside: "Inject electric current into the No. 3 Nutrient Chamber."
In the nutrition warehouse, the one-eyed Monroe suddenly opened his eyes.
The next second.
Monroe's whole body twitched violently.
after an hour.
A white van drove out of the inconspicuous food factory behind it. About half an hour later, in a beautiful forest, the two people opened the trunk and picked up a sack inside. , and threw it into the hole that had just been dug.
Fill the hole.
The van leaves.
Night falls.
There was silence in the forest, and suddenly, there was a sound like something squirming.
The next second.
There was a pop.
A blackened hand poked out from the newly filled hole, and then, a sound like an evil spirit echoed in the forest.
"Alan Rikkin!"
"Herro Moulton!"
"you……"
"Damn it!"
"..."
