Merlin and Vivien had preliminarily set the time for the mutation test, and the materials for the mutation potion on Vivian's side had been exhausted in several experiments.Merlin needed to make a trip to Europe to add new material and take care of some personal matters along the way.Before leaving New York, though, he went to meet Fury.Well, at midnight again.Fury has lost his temper by Merlin, and he meets with Merlin in his office.The two mainly talked about Dr.
Doug Ance, who was brought back to New York by Elsa, who was a doctor of biology who possessed a dangerous and exaggerated bio-modification technology that would cause a lot of trouble and panic if he fell into the hands of any ambitious force, so he was absolutely applicable to the "Paranormal Contact Protection Regulations".Fury sent him to a secret location in Santaglia to start his life again, and his wife and daughter, who had been rescued from a Deathstroke base in Northern Ireland by Thalia in Europe, would soon be sent back to North America.At this point, the incident triggered by the Batman attack officially ended.Merlin has already laid a wide net for the baroness who recruited the death knell, and perhaps the next time he returns to New York, it will be the real time to close the net.Merlin was not in a hurry, judging from the information gathered from the banker's memory, there were only a dozen leaders of Hydra in North America, and he could kill them one by one.Actually, he enjoyed the hunt.And the day after Merlin left North America, a special meeting was going on a country farm in faraway Texas.A speeding off-road vehicle, with a crisp swing of its head, stopped at the gate of the inconspicuous farm.With the sound of the car door opening, S.H.I.E.L.D.
Level 7 Agent John Brown.
Gatler jumped out of the car, and the old cowboy looked much better than he had been a few years ago.Like a retrograde growth in time, he is in his forties, but from the outside, he is now about the same as someone in his 30s.On the one hand, the therapists at St.
Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries do know how to take care of their patients' bodies.On the other hand, after the life-supporting equipment implanted in the body was replaced by reborn organs, Gatler, an old cowboy who had been on the brink of death, was also revitalized.Unfortunately, this is already the ultimate in what those therapists can do.He was seriously injured in the 80s of the last century, his intestines were broken by bullets, and his kidneys were damaged, and he relied on life support devices for almost ten years, and the severe injuries completely changed him, even with the help of magic, it is impossible to completely recover.Now there are still a small number of organs in his body, which are replaced by life support devices.But Gatler was already satisfied.Every day he opened his eyes, he felt like he was living in a newfound life, and he cherished every day as if it were the last day of his life.If he could, Gatler would like to leave S.H.I.E.L.D., return to his hometown as an ordinary person, and then spend the rest of his life for decades.He has already given his life for S.H.I.E.L.D., and in the rest of his life, he hopes to live it for himself.But unfortunately, in the adult world, not everything can go well.In particular, in the years when Gatler was injured, in order to beg for a living, he had to make some decisions that affected his life, he made a choice, he had to pay the price, he had already embarked on a path to the unknown, he had to go all the way to the end."
Here it is."
Behind Gatler, several heavily armed agents with guns in their hands, and beside him, a slightly treacherous-looking guy in a delicate suit and touching hair oil discerned his surroundings and said to Gatler, who was wearing a cowboy hat, "This is the gathering place of the samurai who rebelled from the Assassin League in Texas, and this is also the target of our mission this time." ”"Okay, don't do it yet, I'll go talk to them."
Gatler didn't seem to like the cunning guy next to him, and he waved his hand to signal the agents behind him to stay where he was, and with his hands in his trouser pockets, he swaggered over the fence of the farm and into the farm."
Bang" a bullet came out of the farm house and hit the feet of Gatler walking forward, a warning, no doubt.In front of the old agent's eyes, the door of the house was pushed open, and a young man with South American characteristics dressed as a farm laborer and holding a shotgun stood in front of his house and shouted to Gatler: "This is private territory, get out!"
”"Hey, calm down, man."
Gatler raised his hands and said to the farmer with a shotgun on a gentle face: "This farm is well cleaned up, is this your territory?"
”"It's none of your business, fuck off!"
The farmer, who was quite a tough Texas farmer, shouted in the same tone: "I'm not in the mood to talk to you." ”"Trust me, man, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't necessary."
Gatler said, "I'm here to deliver the letter. ”"Whose letter?"
The farmer's gun was pointed at Garrett's head, and perhaps the next moment, the bullet would burst the old agent's head.But Gatler was not afraid of the black muzzle, he looked down at his pocket, and said to the farmer, "For your chief, Wilson.
Slade, he has a terrible nickname, 'Death Knell'. ”The farmer's face changed slightly, he raised the muzzle of his gun, and scolded sharply: "I don't know the death knell, hell, get out of here!"
”"Are you sure?"
Gatler said slowly: "But he told me that he knew you, and that he took you and a few other people to escape from Nandarbat at night, and then took a smuggling boat from the Bay of Bengal to North America, and you escaped from the ninja master along the way, and the 23 people who escaped with you were only 7 when they arrived in North America." ”"Well, let me think about it again, except for you and Ms.
Emily, the rest of the people are operating in Santalia, and they have established a stronghold there, what is it called?
Deadgame?
Right?
I'm not wrong, right?
”The farmer stared at Gatler, and after a moment, he lowered his gun, and he said to Gatler, "It seems that you do know the chief."
Where is he?
Why not come yourself?
”"Slade is hurt, man."
Gatler said calmly and unreservedly: "A few days ago, with our support, he launched an attack on South Darbat.He's a great commander, and if there aren't any surprises, he'd probably have fulfilled his long-cherished wish.But that's okay, anyway, your feared ninja master is dead, and now in power is the ninja master's daughter, a big-breasted and brainless woman. ”"Slade is now recuperating on our turf, and he can't come here to share the joy of victory with you, but he has brought a letter that you should perhaps take a look at."
The old cowboy took a rolled-up letter from his pocket and threw it to the farmer.He said: "I peeked, I'm sorry, I'm such a curious person."
But unfortunately, I can't read it, that cunning fellow, it's written in secret language, right?
”"Of course you don't understand."
The farmer read the letter and replied in a cold voice, "Only we can understand it...", and after ten seconds, the farmer raised his head, turned sideways, and made a "please" gesture to Gatler, and he said, "Well, it seems that you are right, you are indeed our new friends."
Come in and sit down, we need to talk. ”Gatler gestured to the agents behind him, and they put down their guns and went back to the SUV, and the old cowboy walked into the farmer's house alone, looked left and right, and said to the farmer, "Isn't Miss Emily here?"
I've heard that she's the best female ninja under Slade's command, and she's the prettiest. ”"You should be glad that I'm here today."
The farmer brought two cups of tea, and he said to Gatler, "If Emily were here, she wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger and blow your head off."
She is not a patient person. ”"Okay, then it's time to get down to business."
Gatler did not drink the hot tea, but kept it in his hand, and said to the farmer in front of him, "Mr.
Baptiste, I don't think I need to introduce myself any more, Mr.
Slade has already introduced us very clearly."
I'm here to ask for your opinion, do you and your samurai want to join us?
Well...
To be said in advance, even if you refuse, you don't have an option to quit. ”"Are you that confident?"
Baptiste sat across from Garrett and said calmly, "If it were just you and your agents, I don't think it would be long before you were buried on this farm."
You're not so naïve as to think that I'm here waiting for you alone, right?
”"Of course not."
Gatler smiled and said, "I know you have a lot of people hiding here, all of them very dangerous samurai, but I don't really care. ”He raised his left hand, and under his thumb was a black device the thickness of a cigar, and his fingers were pressed against it."
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As soon as I let go, Mr.
Baptiste, the nearest military base here will immediately launch a tactical ballistic missile, which will take nearly a minute of flight time to reach this position and destroy everything within a few kilometers of it," he said to the Deathknell followers in front of him. ”"I know you defected samurai are very powerful, but I think that 1 minute may give you time to prepare a suicide note, but it can't change your ending."
The old cowboy winked at Baptiste, and he said, "You see, I didn't come empty-handed. ”"But you're going to die, too."
The defector Baptiste stared at Garrett's hand and whispered, "You don't look like a madman, so I don't think you should be so reckless." ”"Hah, then you're wrong."
Gatler picked up the teacup nonchalantly, drank the tea from the cup, savored the tea, and then said to Baptiste, "As long as you are in the explosion range and I am not there, it doesn't really matter that much."
You may not know that my life is earned, and I can live until now, and I have already lived enough, but the question is, have you lived enough?
”"Of course, you can bet on whether I have the guts to press this button, but with all due respect, if you guess wrong, then the price will be severe."
At this, Gatler put a strange smile on his face and said, "What did you add to the tea?"
Sleeping agents?
Or some kind of toxin?
It's weirdly delicious. ”"You—" Baptiste was a little unsure of what to do with the hob-like agent in front of him, and Gatler was also a little impatient, he said, "Alright!
Now tell me, Baptiste, would you like to follow in the footsteps of your leader, Deathbell Slade, and join us!
You just have to answer, yes, or no!
”After more than ten seconds of silence in the face of Gatler's gaze, Baptiste released his fist and said, "I need to see the chief before I can answer you." ”"No problem, Mr.
Death Knell is waiting for the arrival of his most loyal subordinate."
With a genuine smile on Gatler's face, he stood up, stretched out his hand, and said to Baptiste, "For our common cause...
HailHydra！
(Long live Hydra)" Yes, it's a pity, Agent Merlin's good friend, Nick.
Fury's good comrade-in-arms, a high-ranking member of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the chief officer of the European Division, John Brown.
Agent Gatler....
It's a hydra, though it wasn't meant to be.In the year he was injured, while he was waiting to die alone, Hydra's contact in S.H.I.E.L.D. found him, and the guy told him that they could help Gatler heal his injuries.Those sophisticated life support devices are Hydra's gift to Gatler.Without that equipment, Gatler wouldn't be where it is now.And now, although he has found the possibility of survival in the magic, he is already in the game, and Gatler has fallen too deep for him to exit.If he wants to betray Hydra, whether it's Hydra's hidden minions or Nick, who once trusted him immensely.
Fury won't let him go easily.In fact, there really aren't many options left for Gatler.Moments later, Gatler left the farm, and he shook his head as he watched Deathknell's subordinate Baptiste ride away in a car with the cunning guy with the oil smear, who was destined not to see Deathknell.In fact, according to Gatler's information, Knell Slade seems to have been used by Hydra researchers as a test subject that can be discarded at any time.This is actually quite normal, if the conspirators in Hydra were here to co-opt the elite followers of Deathstroke who have made a name for themselves in the mercenary world in the first place, then they will definitely not be able to leave Deathstroke in the way.Or will they use some kind of brainwashing means to turn the unruly death knell into their own people?"
Huh."
Gatler let out a sneer, these things have nothing to do with him.He sat back in his SUV and said to the agent driving, "Next stop, go to Santagria, Dead Canyon." ”"We're going to meet the Dead Gang
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