He listened to the indifferent voice coming from the helmet. After comparing and unlocking the complicated secret keys in the helmet, he was sure that this was an order from his master. He didn't care about why the mission goal was changed.
It was a small thing, it didn't matter to him. He took a deep breath and carefully released the switch of the electromagnetic adsorption gloves on his palms. While the Quinjet flew over the mission target, he jumped down lightly and landed at
There was not a sound among the low houses in the old town of Tangier. He was a battle-experienced warrior. Under the blood-red goggles, there were small black symbols of eagle wings and swords on his eyelids, as well as surrounding
The star-dot tattoo around his eye socket is a testament to his achievements.
Assassins leap between low-rise buildings.
Even though the sky was as bright as day, he could still flash past everyone's blind spots, like a ghost under the scorching sun. He quickly found a suitable position and took off his sniper rifle from the magnetic buckle on his back.
, and then completely stopped. At this time, the invisibility cloak on his body began to work after he completely entered the still state. It not only completely blurred the figure of the assassin, but also adjusted the surface temperature to be consistent with the contact surface, preventing
Someone discovered through infrared thermal imaging equipment the heat released when a firearm is fired.
Daisy Johnson stepped over an overturned stall and kept running.
As expected, she screwed up again. This situation is extremely common for a field agent. Every field agent must make a rough plan and consider how to complete the task when the situation changes. Only those who have the ability to complete the task
, to achieve certain hard conditions that must be met, even if there is an accident every time in the field, you can be called a qualified field agent. Daisy Johnson is working hard in this direction, and she must solve the problem by herself.
The low houses, too narrow streets, and numerous parasols in the old town of Tangier all hindered Melinda May's support. Melinda May was unable to use the powerful fire support of the Quinjet because
Activating the cannon here will 100% accidentally injure innocent civilians, which is something Agent Coulson will never allow. The target Joseph Haddad's familiarity with the terrain makes Melinda May, a skilled pilot, a big headache.
Daisy Johnson must solve the problem on her own. Even if she just killed nearly ten gun-toting gangsters not long ago, she must also solve the last one.
"Stop!" She knew that the person who heard someone shouting from behind would definitely not stop, but she still shouted in a routine manner. If she had been an ordinary female hacker who dropped out of high school a few years ago, what she had just said would have been
The chase would make her so tired that she would stick out her tongue and lie motionless on the ground.
"I have no weapons!"
Hearing this, Joseph Haddad ran faster. This is what this woman said when she broke in ten minutes ago. He originally planned to point a gun at her to complete the transaction, but he saw the result.
"Force him to turn left." Melinda May looked down at the target fleeing in the streets and provided instructions to Daisy Johnson. "Turn left to the loading dock of Freeport. I will block him there."
"Roger!" Daisy chased Joseph Haddad to a fork in the road. She stretched out her palm to release her power, shattering the sandy road on Joseph Haddad's right. As expected, Joseph Haddad quickly left.
Turning and running towards the loading dock of Freeport, Daisy had a smile of victory on her face. She only needed to block the target from behind to capture Joseph Haddad alive, and then get what she wanted from him.
"He jumped on the roof and tried to enter the alley next door!" Melinda May shouted, "Hurry up and chase him! You must not lose him!"
Daisy Johnson stepped on the wooden crate that Joseph Haddad had just stepped on and jumped onto the roof. She felt that she could not catch up. As a local, Joseph Haddad could always find the path, but she could only
In pursuit. Joseph Haddad must not be allowed to enter the alley, otherwise she will never catch up to her target.
She felt warm water droplets splash onto her face.
Daisy, who was extremely nervous, would not have noticed such a small thing at first, but along with the warm water droplets came a broken calf. She was so surprised that her breathing was disordered, and she had to slow down and look at what was ahead of her.
Target - A section of Joseph Haddad's calf disappeared. It happened so suddenly that he didn't even notice it. It wasn't until he fell involuntarily that the pain flooded his nerves like a tide. Joseph
·Hadad wailed and lay on the ground, with a large amount of blood splashing at Daisy's feet.
"Mei..." Daisy moaned and asked.
"Get down, there's a sniper!" Melinda May piloted the Quinjet and dived quickly, blocking Daisy and the target with her fuselage. The sand and dust blown by the hot wind almost made it difficult for Daisy to open her eyes. "Here."
Target to stop the bleeding!”
"Who?" Daisy asked as she skillfully took out a tourniquet from her waist and bandaged the wailing Joseph Haddad. Joseph Haddad was completely enveloped in panic, and it took Daisy a lot of effort to subdue him.
"I don't know." Melinda May knew that her move was quite risky. She knew nothing about the firearm used by the sniper and the location of the sniper. After making a preliminary judgment based on the direction of the target's blood, Melinda May
Knowing that this was the only option to protect Daisy and the target, she could only hope that the bulletproof glass of the Quinjet could block the opponent's bullets. She pressed the button on the console and opened the side door. Her intention was quite obvious.
She just wants Daisy to take Joseph Haddad on the plane, and they can make plans after taking a short rest.
"We must abort the mission, we are not the only ones involved in this operation!"
"We can't abort the mission!" Daisy dragged Joseph Haddad, who had just stopped bleeding, and pulled out a long blood trail on the roof. As soon as she boarded the plane, she threw the target on the alloy floor. She hurriedly rushed in
Cab, "If we want to save Fitz and Simmons, we can only use the clues provided by Fitz! We must interrogate him now for the password to the lockbox. You will cover for me later, fast in and out to complete the mission."
Melinda May glanced at her.
"Carry out emergency treatment on the target. He has gone into hemorrhagic shock." She said coldly, "Inject epinephrine into the target, a large dose, into the chest."
"Mission accomplished." The assassin conveyed the message through the earphones, and data flashed through the blood-red eyepiece on the alloy skull mask. Factors such as wind speed, ballistic speed, light and humidity, etc. that may affect shooting are all calculated and planned through the built-in computer.
, what the assassin needs is to control his body to complete this calculation. He must perfectly control every muscle of his, adjust his breathing and heartbeat, so that he can be like a dead person when shooting, and he must control the possible effects of his body.
The factors of the shooting result are reduced to a minimum. He can do it. His strengthened bones and muscles support him to normalize this superhuman behavior. The first thing he was told after leaving the laboratory culture chamber was that about him
His ability, and the people he will use this ability to serve.
"Mission accomplished," Stephanie Hui reported.
Salomon, who was sitting in the assault transport boat, nodded. He had arranged for a team to be stationed near S.H.I.E.L.D., and the assault transport boat was loaded with two ground-penetrating bombs. If he cleans up the planet
If the work is not perfect, then these two nuclear warheads can help him complete the final mission.
As for the astronaut named Will, he is still in isolation, but Stephanie has moved him to the isolation facility built in the Eternal City for monitoring. Salomon plans to talk to the astronaut.
It was intended to compensate Will for his life after being exiled to that planet by NASA, and for the time he lost. In fact, at that time, NASA was not so politically correct in selecting astronauts. Astronauts must go through study and training, not just any random cross.
Gender: black, fat, gay, msl. Not to mention that he has survived alone on an alien planet for so long. As long as he is not infected, Salomon is willing to recruit him.