Devil in Marvel

In an inconspicuous alley not far from a certain four-star hotel, two commercial vehicles painted with the Eagle Shield logo stopped.

The four-star hotel is the temporary foothold of the gloomy man, and the agent in the car is the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent led by Ward.

"The bastard lives in a good place."

Che Neward snorted disdainfully while checking the ammunition: "Hmph, but his happy time is coming to an end soon, because we are here."

The seven agents in the car laughed cooperatively: "Hahahaha! That's right!"

Ward nodded in satisfaction, opened the door first and walked down, followed by the 15 agents in the two cars coming out in a single file, standing behind him in unison.

Ward turned around and looked around, disguised himself as a passerby's subordinate, and nodded with satisfaction.

But then he frowned and stepped forward to stuff the exposed gun barrel of one of his subordinates back into his sleeve.

The agent said nervously, "Sorry, sir!"

Ward patted him on the shoulder and said lightly: "It's okay, just pay more attention next time."

Before the agent could be moved, Ward said again: "But this time, for the sake of everyone's safety, you should stay here and watch the vehicle."

The agent didn't have any dissatisfaction, because he understood that Ward's actions were correct. During the operation, there were many cases where everyone was killed because of the negligence of one team member. Chief Ward just wanted to make him grow taller. memory.

The agent replied with some frustration: "Yes, sir!"

Ward nodded, then adjusted his suit, and asked everyone seriously: "Are you all ready?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Then, let's go! Everyone enters the XX hotel in batches, and don't attract the attention of the target."

"Joel, after entering the hotel, you lead your team to block all exits to prevent the target from escaping."

"Understood, sir!"

A small drug lord leads 4 mobs (bodyguards). For this combination, Ward's plan is still cautious.

Leaving a team of 7 people in ambush at various exits of the hotel, Ward and the remaining 7 team members met on the 12th floor of the hotel.

The next process was unexpectedly smooth, so smooth that Ward even wondered if it seemed too stupid to make a careful plan for such a thing.

When they reached the twelfth floor, the Mexican drug lord who was their target was in the room, carrying out multiplayer activities in broad daylight, and the four men he had brought with him were driven to the corridor to let the wind go, and they were not with him.

Ward and a few agents passed by the four bodyguards pretending to be tenants, and instantly subdued the four bodyguards with worrying professionalism.

Then he used the room card confiscated from the hotel cleaner to open the door of the drug lord's room. Amidst the screams of several multiplayer sports heroines invited by the drug lord, Ward rushed forward and punched him dry, ready to take Drug lords with gun rebellion.

Not a single shot was fired.

During the whole process, one agent was injured. This was when he was "making way" for several multi-sport heroines, he was knocked down by them with a ball and hit someone, fell, and broke the back of his head.

Ward was a little depressed looking at the drug lord who was escorted into the car.

That's it?

It seems that the task this time is far easier than imagined, so I went back and persuaded Coulson to catch up with the rest of the people.

Ward thought lightly.

On the other side, Coulson brought several agents to the villa owned by Fafner, a wealthy British businessman.

According to the information, the wealthy British businessman only brought a butler to the United States this time.

Coulson didn't intend to use violence, knocked on the door, took out the FBI ID, and told the butler who opened the door that he wanted to find out about something with Mr. Fafner.

To Coulson's surprise, the butler didn't even ask Coulson what they wanted from their boss, but happily let Coulson and the others in.

The butler politely said to Coulson, "Mr. Fafnir is in the front living room, please come with me, detectives."

Coulson frowned. For some reason, he always felt uneasy.

Following the butler, Coulson and his party came to the living room of the villa, where they also saw the target this time, Fafnir Brown.

With a smile on his face, Fafnir got up from the sofa and said with a smile, "Everyone is welcome to visit me."

This Fafnir looked like a typical British gentleman.

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Coulson took out his FBI ID and said with an excuse he had already thought up: "Mr. Fafnir Brown, I am Agent Coulson from the FBI. I have something about a smuggling case here." I want to find out about you."

Several agents behind Coulson had already come to Fafnir's side during Coulson's routine work, and one of them wanted to put his hand on Fafnir's shoulder.

Fafnir's face turned cold, and he warned: "Sir, if I were you, I would not touch the shoulders of strangers with my hands at will, it would be dangerous."

The agent was taken aback when he heard the words, and the hand in the air hesitated for a moment, but then the agent continued to reach out with a look of disdain.

But with a sharp pain in his wrist, the agent's palm detached from his wrist in front of his eyes and flew into the air.

"Ah! My hand!"

The agent let out a scream, clutched his wrists and stumbled back, but unexpectedly bumped into the armrest of the sofa behind him. Unsteady, he immediately rolled to the ground, and was dragged behind him by a colleague.

Fafnir, who hadn't moved in place, smiled and said, "Look, that's what I said."

No one expected this turn of events, but due to the professionalism of the agents, Coulson and others did not delay at all, and all pulled out their pistols and aimed at Fafner when the agents screamed.

Seeing Fafnir's strange and invisible attack, Coulson immediately warned loudly: "Sir, please stay where you are and don't move!"

But looking at the Glock in his hand, Coulson always felt that this scene seemed familiar, and his anxiety became more and more serious.

At this time, there was a sound of closing the door, and Coulson subconsciously looked behind him.

It turned out that Fafnir's butler sneaked up to the entrance of the villa without knowing when, and closed the door. The butler leaned against the door and showed a slightly creepy smile to Coulson who was looking over.

With his back route cut off, Coulson looked at Fafnir who was surrounded by himself and others with an ugly expression.

I saw Fafnir took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood stains on his clothes, and said lightly: "Agent Coulson, please forgive me, I hate people..."

Driven by anxiety, Coulson didn't have the interest to hear him finish, and shouted loudly: "Fire! Kill him on the spot!"

However, after Coulson yelled this sentence, the whole living room was a little quiet, only the strange laughter of the butler behind him "Jie Jie Jie".

The veins on the hands of Coulson and others holding the gun were bulging, but the trigger on the damn Glock pistol seemed to be welded dead, and they couldn't move it even with all their strength.

Fafnir shook his head, and said in a loud voice: "Tsk tsk, just this time, don't interrupt me next time, Agent Coulson. Otherwise, I will be angry."

Falk!The damn Glock!

Coulson threw down the pistol in frustration, raised his hands, and said with a wry smile: "Goddess of Luck really didn't favor me. Mr. Fafner, we surrendered."

Fafner smiled and said, "I accept your surrender, Agent Coulson."

But in the next second, the other agents who had just followed Coulson to put down their guns all fell to their knees in pain, clutching their throats, desperately trying to breathe with their mouths open.

Seeing the protruding eyes of each of his agents, their faces turning blue and dying of lack of oxygen, Coulson closed his eyes in pain.

After a long time, Coulson asked hoarsely, "Why?"

"I only need to keep one, and I personally like you better, so they are worthless, and I kindly left them a whole body."

Fafnir came to the bodies of these agents, and with a smile on his face, he took out a black weng and put their souls into it one by one.

Coulson saw all this scene in his eyes, but he couldn't see the soul, he only saw what Fafnir did to the corpses of his men with the black man.

Coulson thought for a while, and then he had the answer in his heart. The Fafnir in front of him was collecting the souls of his subordinates.

So, is he a demon in disguise?

Coulson took a deep breath, resisted the act of rushing up to snatch Xiao Weng, and asked, "What are you going to do with me?"

Fafner glanced at him and praised, "You are much calmer than I imagined."

Fafner pointed to the sofa and said with a smile, "Agent Coulson, come and sit down. Don't worry, we have plenty of time to chat slowly."

Coulson knew that he might be doomed this time, but before he died, he still wanted to gather some information and leave some clues for others.

Coulson adjusted his mentality, walked to the sofa and sat down, thinking about how to get more information.

At this time, the butler had already entered the living room again, and was about to drag the corpse away, but was stopped by his master.

Fafner said: "The corpse is not in a hurry, go get a bottle of red wine, let's treat this agent Coulson well."

PS: There may be an update at night, for the first deacon! ! !