marvel god of war

Anyone who puts life and death at risk is daring.

Wayne was one of them, and so was Susie.

She stood on the windowsill without panic at all, and even wanted to poke her head in to take a look at the scenery.

But the physical reaction was still uncontrollable. Wayne even saw her eyelids trembling when she was flying in the air.

"Ah~"

Seeing Wayne's body flying past her eyes, Susie exclaimed in surprise, her tone sounded a little strange.

Fortunately, Wayne's reaction was a little slower, otherwise he might have been affected by her.

"Are you okay? I...hold my hand."

Susie turned to look at Wayne hanging on the window sill, and tried her best to squat down and try to help.

However, Wayne refused: "Just stand still and don't move. Don't worry about me."

As he spoke, he did a pull-up, stood firmly on the window sill and began to observe the floor-to-ceiling window.

The windows are huge, and there is an obvious gap between the two outermost windows, and the color of the upper layer is slightly darker.

"Visor? What kind of design is this?"

Wayne moved cautiously towards Susie, approached her and pressed her against the glass to prevent her from falling, and then reached out to touch the visible gap.

Touching the glass from the outside, Wayne did not feel a round cut, but it was very flat.

This shows that the window does not open inwards.

Wayne looked hard and didn't see anything with a switch inside. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: "What the hell, these rich people don't even bother to install a window switch?"

As he spoke, he pressed Susie down with his arm, opened his hand to withdraw the ax, and prepared to pry open the window.

Susie had seen Wayne take back his ax before, and she wasn't so surprised to see him again now. She just frowned, as if he was hesitant to speak.

Wayne saw her expression when he adjusted his position and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you scared?"

"No." Susie shook her head and said to the window: "I know you don't break the window because you are afraid that the whole window will be broken, but why don't you break the window that can be opened?"

Wayne glanced up, not feeling embarrassed at all, and nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."

Being so high from the ground, Wayne was not worried that the sound of breaking such a small piece of glass would be transmitted downstairs. He raised his hand and struck the center of the sun visor with an axe.

The material of the glass was a bit strange. Wayne's ax did not break it, but instead made a big hole.

"what?"

After seeing this, Wayne came up with a plan. He picked up the ax and used it as a glass knife, trying to cut the piece of glass he was leaning on.

The sharpness of the Leviathan battle ax is no worse than that of a glass knife. After the glass is frozen, it is easier to cut.

There was a hissing sound, and soon Wayne dug a hole in the glass.

Before Susie could react, Wayne pushed her in. Wayne also twisted his body and got in, accidentally cutting his finger in the process.

Wayne didn't care about the minor injuries and even looked outside to see if the police had dispersed.

"Wayne, what now?"

Susie's weak voice sounded, sounding a little confused.

"Now?" There were a lot of police cars and ambulances downstairs, and it would be difficult to get out of this building for a while.

unless...

"You find a place to rest for a while, and I'll find someone to pick us up."

With Hydra's relationship, it's useless if you don't use it, right?

Wayne immediately called Sitwell.

Sitwell seemed to be playing with his cell phone, and the call was answered as soon as it rang: "Agent Patrick? What do you want from me?"

The little bald man's voice was a little trembling, and he didn't know what he was afraid of.

Wayne didn't pay much attention to it and explained the problem directly: "I caused some trouble in New York. Come over and help me sort it out."

This commanding tone made Sitwell feel uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Wayne didn't even have to say anything else threatening, he just had to do it.

"Tell me your location and briefly describe the situation."

After Sitwell finished speaking, he sighed softly, making Wayne almost feel embarrassed.

However, there was no delay in his answer: "There was someone who wanted to assassinate me, and I found him. I originally wanted to kill him, but I accidentally injured someone. There are police officers downstairs now. Come and take me out. .”

Sitwell relaxed. He originally thought it was a big deal, but this is what happened?

After Wayne told him the specific address, he set off and rushed over.

On the way, Sitwell thought about Wayne.

He is extremely reluctant to do this kind of thing, neither SHIELD agent Sitwell nor HYDRA member Sitwell is willing.

But he had no way to refuse.

As for SHIELD, Fury suddenly favored Wayne for some reason.

On the Hydra side, Pierce and Malik were also determined to recruit Wayne, even risking exposure to find traces of Whitehall for him.

It just so happens that Wayne still has their identity information.

Why didn’t Pierce choose to forcefully control Wayne?Instead, use Huairou’s method?

This was a question that troubled him greatly.

Time passed quickly during the process of thinking, and Sitwell, who had gained nothing, heard the voice of the team members in his ears: "Sir, we have arrived in New York."

Sitwell came to his senses, nodded, and walked towards the plane door.

"The car is ready, and the search warrant and arrest certificate have been signed and placed in the car. We can just go there."

His assistant is not Hydra, but a young agent who has just graduated from the secret service academy.

He admired Sitwell very much, the man who was strategizing at the rear, but he didn't know how he would react when he learned Sitwell's true identity.

"Well done." Sitwell nodded in praise: "Our status does not allow us to walk under the sun, but fortunately, we can create a sun for ourselves."

The agent listened carefully to Sitwell's teachings, and his face became awe-inspiring.

"No matter what, that sun will shine on us, the key is how we use it to build advantage."

It's nice that Sitwell is a Hydra, but that doesn't mean he's bad in every way.

There are no outright bad people in this world, that type of person simply does not exist.

He has a good reputation in SHIELD, mainly because he does a good job teaching these new agents and teaches them very useful things.

"Sir, what level is the agent we are going to help?"

After getting in the car, Sitwell's assistant Roger asked questions like a curious baby.

"The level doesn't matter, but he does matter to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Sitwell said in a deep voice. Although he was so angry that he exploded in his heart, he did not show any signs of it.

Roger asked no more questions.

Although he is a newbie, he understands the rules of SHIELD. Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. This is a matter of principle.

They got off the plane from near Brooklyn and arrived in Hell's Kitchen quickly.

Just as Wayne thought, the entire apartment building was under martial law and sealed around the perimeter.

The car was stopped by two police officers. One of them came up and knocked on the car window. Roger took out the ID he had prepared and handed it to him. He also took out two donuts and handed them out: "I'm still busy at night. Are you exhausted from our case? We need something."

The police officer didn't answer. He looked at Roger for a while before looking at the ID he took out.

"Homeland Security? Spies from other countries?" The police officer looked at these documents stamped by NPYD and hesitated for a moment.

"Isn't this the job of the CIA? Does your Department of Homeland Security also deal with this kind of thing?"

The police officer didn't know how to deal with this kind of thing, so he asked his companion casually while calling the police chief.

Roger smiled after hearing this, tilted his head and asked, "Do you think the arrest warrant and search warrant I gave you are fake?"

The police officer's expression changed immediately, his eyes flickered a few times, he shook his head and said with a smile, "How could that be? I was just asking casually, out of curiosity."

Homeland Security has many responsibilities, but most of them focus on terrorism.

Work such as catching spies is generally done by the CIA and FBI, which have a distant relationship with the Department of Homeland Security.

Sitwell, the co-pilot, saw that Roger might complicate things, so he looked out and said to the police officers outside: "This mission requires the cooperation of Homeland Security and CIA. The enemy we are facing is very terrifying. I believe it." You understand, right?"

When the police officer saw Sitwell's conversation, he knew that his rank was unusual. He instantly became serious, nodded and said, "Understood, I'll call the police chief over right now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a somewhat arrogant voice came over: "No need, I'm already here."

The source of the voice was a man with a goatee and a cigarette in his mouth. He looked carefree.

As soon as he came over, he took the documents from the police officer's hand and read them casually under the light of the street lamp.

There was a hint of sullenness on the police officer's face, but he didn't show any signs of anger and turned away unconvinced.

This gave Sitwell a message: This man was not a police chief at all, but there was no guarantee that he was not a prominent figure in the police force.

"Homeland Security Department? Do you need to be dispatched for such a small matter?" The man smiled disdainfully and mocked: "Didn't you bring the Coast Guard here? Haha."

Sitwell smiled and nodded subtly.

The door of the back seat was opened immediately, and all five guns were pointed at the man at the same time as the door was opened. He was so frightened that he dropped his cigarette, just in time for the search warrant.

"The Coast Guard you asked for is here, and the National Guard is behind it. Do you want to talk to them?"

Sitwell's tone was slightly mocking, but his expression was serious.

When the man reacted, the injured search warrant had already had a hole burned by a cigarette butt. He was stunned in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.

"It's up to you to repair what you damaged. Is that okay?"

After finishing speaking, Roger drove into the cordon. The police officer who had communicated with them before also shouted inside: "One of our own! Let us go!"

The car stopped in front of the apartment building, and the agents in the car rushed out instantly. Their movements were quick and capable, and they were more heroic than well-trained soldiers.

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