Swart in Marvel

"Help Elf, how long will it take for the money to arrive after the task is completed?"

"Mr. Swart, the mission commission needs to be confirmed to be killed before it can be released. Due to the nature of this procedure, as long as the target is confirmed dead, it will be paid within 5 minutes."

Swart held his chin and thought for a moment, and felt that this ticket can be used. "After doing this to help the elves, when the mission commission is received, you can immediately recharge it as points to buy a ghost cloak and equip it on me."

"Generating instructions"

"The command has been generated, please confirm authorization"

"I'm sure"

"The command has been authorized and the command has been written. Happy mission"

After the order was confirmed, the helper elf disappeared in front of Swart, and Swart breathed a sigh of relief.

Walk up Fifth Avenue, look at the navigation, and walk toward Brooklyn. "I can take a taxi. Why did I forget this and walk over? I feel sorry for my status as a special forces elite."

Suddenly a realization came to my mind and I looked around.But I didn’t see any large trucks, but there were quite a few small and medium-sized ones.

"Just you"

Focusing on the small train with its cargo box covered with green cloth that was waiting for the traffic light at the intersection ahead, I accelerated and reached about ten meters behind the small truck. I stepped on a bench on the side of the road and jumped.

Hanging his hands on the guardrail of the truck, using both arms, he got into the truck.

"Coming in," he sighed, staring intently at the navigation, always paying attention to which direction the car was going.But apparently by good luck, the car's destination was Brooklyn's Central Park.

Because Swart saw that the car contained a load of furniture. Next to the furniture was a registration form, and the destination written on it was 21 Central Park East, Brooklyn.

The park is only three kilometers away from the community school, so we can get there quickly.

放下心之后，看看时间日期2008年04月17日，下午8：46。斯沃特来到这个世界已经整整46分钟了。

There are still 37 days until Tony Stark is kidnapped by terrorists, which means that Swart will have to prepare weapons and personnel within a month.

"Help Elf, can you contact Tony's assistant Pepper Potts or AI Jarvis?"

"Mr. Swart, there is no system on this earth that I can't enter, please don't worry."

In this way, Swart can prepare for the construction of the mercenary group with peace of mind this month without worrying about missing the main mission that can make a lot of money.

After waiting in the car for half an hour, I found that I had arrived at Central Park and the car stopped.

Swart stuck his head out and looked around, and found that no one noticed him and there were no pedestrians around. He quickly slipped out while the driver was not paying attention when he was talking on the phone.

"finally reached"

Although he was looking at the personal terminal on his arm, he looked serious at pedestrians and was just a person with his head bowed while walking and playing with his mobile phone.

While walking on the road, although the navigation system provided more than a dozen paths to success, Swart did not choose any of them.

Instead, find a path with the least amount of traffic to reduce your chances of exposure.

These are the basic training for an elite special forces soldier, and Swart will naturally carry them out strictly.After all, the less you are caught on camera, the lower your chances of exposure.

Consciously or unconsciously avoiding idle people, by the time we arrived at our destination, it was almost ten o'clock.It was only three kilometers and took half an hour to walk, almost 10 minutes.

Although it took a long time, the harvest was also very great. I avoided nearly a hundred cameras and countless passers-by.

At this point, the door of the community college has been closed, leaving only the dormitory and the doorman with star lights on.

Through the terminal, call up the university's surveillance distribution map, find a more suitable position and flip in. The sound in the whole process is less than [-] decibels.

He took off his camouflage and put on his night vision goggles. He was wearing a black combat uniform and blended into the night. If you didn't look carefully, you would never have guessed that there was a person hanging from the water pipe.

Climbing the water pipe to the third floor, he entered the corridor from the surveillance blind corner of the corridor. Although there was no surveillance installed in the corridor, Swart was still cautious and did not dare to relax at all.

From the inside of the corridor, that is, on the handrail, climb up one level at a time, holding on to the steps with both hands. Every time you go up, you will gently click to remove the footprints.

"Arrived at the target location safely. Now we have to wait for the prey to take the bait."

Swart checked the target's specific residence on the navigation system, then ran to the edge of the roof and looked far into the distance. However, the distance was too far and he could not see clearly at all. He could only see the general outline.

He reached out to call up the program and clicked on Backpack No. [-]. Countless blue flashes gathered in his hand, and finally condensed into a [-]-caliber Barrett anti-tank rifle made of obsidian and glowing with dark red light.

Also known as: destruction.

True to her name, no matter which part of the enemy she hits, the flesh and blood will be instantly torn apart by the huge kinetic energy.

If you don't wait for rescuers to arrive, you will lose too much blood. If you survive by chance, your internal organs will be shocked and damaged, and your life span will be shortened.

What's more, this gun has been strengthened, and the bullets it uses are also made of special metals. Its power and penetration are far beyond those of ordinary weapons.

Swart was on the roof of the building, put the bracket on the eaves, opened the scope, and looked for the target location.

Through the Destroyer's vision, he saw two men in black staring at the target next door to the room.

The corners of Swart's lips raised slightly: "Are we going together?"

After carefully observing the face of the man in black, he found something familiar: "Help Elf, help me check this person's identity. He should be the person in the folder."

"searching, please wait"

"The corresponding identity has been matched and the report is being generated"

"The report has been generated, do you want to view it?"

"Check if this is nonsense. Can you please stop asking such retarded questions in the future?"

After being scolded by Swart, the gang elf stopped talking and silently displayed the report in front of Swart's eyes.

Name: Nick Fury

Sex: Male

Occupation: CIA agent

A World War II veteran needs regular injections of a drug called Infinite Formula to alleviate aging.Allowing him to have peak physical function.

Captain Marvel's best friend.

The intermediary between the government and the Avengers, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Well, it's him, but that's right. The Avengers haven't been established yet, and Iron Man hasn't been born yet. He's just a little agent. It's natural to keep an eye on the gangsters. But, I wish you good luck. I hope you can I won’t be fired for failing this mission.”

The corner of Swart's mouth raised. An Audi A8 bulletproof car appeared in the scope, and the person in the car was the target of this operation.