A sinkhole suddenly appeared in the California Outlet Desert area.

This kind of big news is bound to be flooded, but when these California media flock to see a face in the sinkhole that seemed to have seen on TV, they were extremely excited at first.

But the second one is somewhat familiar.

The third member of the noble house of Zhang Daying.

The fourth picture.

The fifth picture.

...

When I saw the sixth familiar face, the California media reporters who were like chicken blood were instantly turned off the fire. For the first time, I honestly handed over their cameras and storage cards as directed by the federal agents who arrived.

yes.

Guns and America are the beacons of freedom. This is true, but freedom also has another meaning, that is, the strong have everything. Who will insist on freedom of speech even though they know that the report may not be able to see the sun?

Is life valuable?

Free price is higher?

Please.

The freedom of guns and cannons in America is sold by pounds. In the saying goes, Great America has its own national conditions here.

Just look at it and you'll know.

Politicians are casually reported, but how many journalists dare to expose the dark side of the people who are dominating this country?

Therefore...

The enthusiastic media left in obscurity.

Colson, wearing sunglasses and a thick coat, walked down from the helicopter and glanced at the media reporters who left silently, and smiled at Natasha, a partner who was coming down next to him, saying, "I wish that the group of media in New York were so obedient."

Natasha smiled and said, "Victor is a person. Here, there are countless people, and many people put pressure on the situation. They don't want the matter here to be exposed."

Colson took off his sunglasses and looked around. Some people kept carrying products from the sinkhole and throwing them into the burning fire pit: "This is, if the world knows that so many powerful people are cremated in concentrated cremation, the world will be much more lively."

Said.

Colson looked at Natasha, and the two looked at each other, pursing their lips, expressing their smile without saying a word.

soon.

Colson walked into the temporary tent and said to the computer expert in the bureau: "How is it? Can it be repaired?"

"A little surveillance video has been restored."

“When can I see it?”

"It's soon, give me another half an hour."

Colson nodded, walked out of the tent, looking at Natasha who was standing not far away watching the flame pit soaring into the sky.

Natasha, who was watching the flames soaring over there, listened to the footsteps behind her and said lightly: "Phil, I joined S.H.I.E.L.D. to do some right things, and I didn't wipe the butts of these powerful people like before."

Colson stood beside Natasha without saying anything.

There are three orders they received this time. First, to prevent the spread of the California Outlet Desert area and solve it without any trouble. Second, to find out who created all this, and the last one, to find Dr. McRick. The Council's order is very clear. It is necessary to see people and corpses alive. The worst thing is to get all the information in the computer of Clon Island Company.

but……

Natasha had no intention of tracing after watching what was lit up the sky flames in the distance.

Nothing else.

The scene in front of her reminded her of some not-so-good things when she was still in the red house.

after all……

During World War II, one of the battlefields with the largest scale, the most intense battle situation and the most casualties was her motherland.

In that super battle, the players of both sides used all kinds of black technologies and even exploded various black technologies. In other words, many of the black technologies in recent years were built on a time when they were exposed.

Natasha is the party involved in some kind of black technology. Even now, she doesn't know whether she is a template or a product of black technology.

clone!

If Hydra chooses to find the universe's magic cube and pursue the power of gods, then Red House pursues the power of science, cloning the best warriors to enter the battlefield...

Natasha recalled the memories of ballet in her mind, and closed her eyes with a little pain.

As a senior agent, although Colson doesn't know Natasha's past very well, he still knows a little.

Colson was silent for a while and said, "It was destroyed so thoroughly, how could there be any information to find."

Natasha came back to her senses and looked at Colson.

Colson made his most classic smile, as if he was saying to Natasha, "Hi, don't worry, you and I stand together."

Natasha smiled slightly and made a thankful expression.

The computer expert with glasses ran out of the tent behind and said, "Sir, the surveillance is ready to watch."

Colson and Natasha turned around at the same time.

Not long.

In the tent, a young computer expert jumped on the keyboard with his hands twitching, typing on the code and saying, "Although only some of the surveillance videos have been repaired, I think it can still be useful."

Said.

The computer expert stopped with both hands, pointed to the large monitor hanging on the wall of the tent and said, "It should be OK."

The words fell.

A snowflake flashed on the large monitor, accompanied by severe distortion and garbled code, and a battle video of only ten seconds appeared.

Colson frowned: "That's all? Mosaics on one side?"

The computer expert spread his hands and said, "Sorry, I can only do this. I don't know why. There seems to be an electromagnetic storm here. Can this video be repaired or because the hardware that stores this video is well protected."

Colson was angry and laughing, pointing to the severe distortion and garbled picture: "Do you call this a good protection?"

Computer experts shrugged: "If you can find a second person who can fix this video better than me, I will automatically leave."

He is a technical talent.

If it weren't for protecting the peace of the world, the genius would be willing to give up the annual salary of 5 million on Wall Street and come here to earn an annual salary of 500,000.

Colson, who was criticized like this, was stunned and looked at the computer expert who was inexplicably confident in his technology and shook his head, turned around and said to Natasha next to him, "Do you think the Valoran equipment in the bureau can be repaired?"

Natasha repeatedly watched a severe distortion of white shadow flashing across the screen without saying a word.

Just then.

An agent walked in from outside and said to Colson: "Sir, an agent who was asking nearby residents reported that he had seen a strange helicopter flying through the sky three days ago."

Colson turned around and looked: "Freaky? Why is it weird?"

The agent handed over the phone and said, "Maybe you should take a look at it yourself."

Colson took the phone and looked with Natasha.
Chapter completed!