Marvel world code name ghost

"Sir, Commander Sitwell's name is on the death list." Just as Ron was cursing Pierce's cunningness in his heart, another bombshell news hit him.

died

"How did you die?" Ron asked before Colson could say anything.

"Uh" The agent looked at him and then at his immediate boss, hesitant.

"Tell him, he is the one who captured those criminals." Coulson nodded in agreement.

"Chief Sitwell, died in a grenade explosion."

What a show, Pierce

Cut the grass and root it out, Pierce.

There's no evidence to tell, Pierce.

The originally clear situation became increasingly confusing due to the intervention of Pierce and his Winter Soldier.

"So what are you going to do?"

Looking at Colson who stood up, Ron took a few deep breaths and his tone was slightly lower.

"There must be a hidden secret behind Chasitville's death. Let's start with his dating records." The good old man's face completely lost its previous amiable side. Instead, he looked solemn and said in a gloomy tone.

"Since you want to investigate, I can provide you with some ideas." Ron looked at the other party, and after hesitating for a moment, he was ready to remind him again, "Don't limit your sights to the Hand itself. After all, today's attack was too blatant. It may not be them. You can also look up ancient organizations that have declined and disappeared."

I've already started spoiling the story, Coulson, you need to be angry.

"If there's nothing else, we'll leave first."

"" Colson looked at Ron and said nothing, but nodded solemnly.

After saying "Take care", the space became slightly distorted, and Ron and the three disappeared in front of him.

"Sir" looked at the three disappearing figures, and the agents on the side were shocked.

"Don't worry about them, they are not enemies for the time being." Colson looked at the stable space in front of him, turned around and told his subordinates.

On the other side, in the East District of Washington, the capital, in a luxurious villa.

Alexander Pierce, the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and current director of the World Security Council, was wearing a technological mask and was sitting on a soft sofa, drinking champagne from a glass and looking at the three people sitting opposite.

"What do you plan to get?" Alexandra, who was still seriously injured, asked first, her eyes full of distrust.

"Relax, ladies and gentlemen. I brought you back to work with you, not to argue with you," Pierce said after finishing the champagne, placing the cup on the coffee table and crossing his legs.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. My enemy is Ron, and Ron's enemy is you, so we are friends." The white man in an important position stood up, walked behind the three Hand Club members, and held out his hands He held the back of the sofa and whispered in their ears.

"We can deal with him ourselves," Murakami frowned and said in a cold voice.

"Oh, can you?" Pierce straightened his back and said with a deliberately surprised look on his face.

"Look how successful you are in dealing with it." He put away the exaggerated expression on his face with a look of disdain, "One person and a knife overthrew your headquarters in less than half an hour. This is what you call "can do it" Deal with ""

Then, Pierce ignored the increasingly ugly faces of Alexandra and the three of them, walked up to them and continued:

"You have nothing now: no soldiers, no headquarters, no backup, not even a sound body. What can you do to fight him?"

He glanced at the three people with gloomy faces, took a deep breath and said: "I can help you with these things. There is only one thing I want, which is Ron's body."

"What's the problem between you and him?" Mrs. Gao, who had been silent, suddenly asked.

"No, no, no, no, no, me and him are not just celebrating the holidays, he blocked my way, blocked our way." Pierce thought of those things that were hidden well in the past, but were finally forced to deal with them because of Sitwell's confusion. The Hydra elite's eyes were filled with coldness.

Damn Ron, how did he know our identities?

"us"

The three leaders of the Hand looked at each other, wondering who this "we" was referring to.

"Actually, it's not just us, he also provoked the underworld emperor in Hell's Kitchen." Pierce put away his murderous gaze, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and his face disguised by the technological mask was indescribably weird.

"Kingpin" Alexandra and the other three showed surprised expressions.

"He killed Fisk's chief assassin, "Bullseye" Lester." Pierce dropped another bombshell.

"Is he crazy?"

"So that big guy is also our ally now." Pierce shook his head with a happy expression, looked at the three people who were deep in thought, and continued, "In this regard, Fisk knows more about current affairs than you do, and he is good at it. Taking advantage of everything around him, that's why he became the Emperor of the New York Underworld."

""

"So what do you need us to do?" Alexandra asked. It seemed that the three of them had reached a consensus.

After hearing her words, the current World Security Council Minister walked around the sofa a few times, then stood directly in front of them and said:

"Tell me everything you know about Ron."

At the same time, the original headquarters of the Hand is now the location of "Homeland".

"So, do you think they will unite with the Jin and launch an attack on us?" In a slightly luxurious living room, Matt, who was sitting on the left side of the conference table, asked Ron, who was sitting in the middle.

"The Hand's headquarters is currently in our hands. Alexandra and the three have lost their base. Now they have only two choices: either escape back to Japan and make a comeback; or they can rely on others and seek revenge."

Ron dragged his chin with his hands and thought deeply.

"But now someone has rescued them, and Ron also said just now that there was someone else who rescued them. I guess the most likely possibility for them now is to rely on that force to seek revenge."

Skye, who was sitting on the right, took over Ron's words and said to Daredevil.

"Smart girl"

Ron looked at the girl with eyes full of approval, winked at her and continued.

"Today, in New York, in addition to the original Hand, the one who has conflicted with us is Kingpin, and the other one is hidden within S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Wait, what is SHIELD?" This was the first time Matt heard this name.

"It's the abbreviation of "Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Agency" "s.h.i.e.l.d."" Ron glanced at Daredevil, who looked confused, and explained with a smile.

"You mean that organization hidden in SHIELD that's more terrifying than the Hand?"

"Yes, this organization has a name that has been submerged in the waves of history called Hydra."