Beautiful Man

Stanfill left the White House before the lockdown, humming Beethoven's music all the way back to the vice president's villa.

"Sir!" The black maid enthusiastically came forward and took his coat.

Everyone in the house stood in awe when they learned that this unexpected guest was actually a cadre of the Joker organization.

Even after all these years, the Joker organization was still very prestigious.

That fear and power seems to be engraved in the genes of all Americans.

Even if Stanfield did not use telepathy to manipulate their brains, these people still obeyed him with the utmost respect.

"Sir, do you need me to prepare lunch for you?"

Stanfield removed his disguise and said in a happy mood, "Not hungry for now, put on the bath water for me."

"Yes sir." The maid hung up the clothes and walked to the bathing room on the second floor.

Stanfield went to his room and got his clothes and walked into the bathroom.

The maid asked again, "Sir, do you need me to assist you in the bath?"

"No, no, you go down quickly." Stanfield waved his hand repeatedly.

If the other party was a white and beautiful maid, he did not care to have a fling, but this black maid ......

The waist is as wide as the shoulders, Stanfield really can't get down ah.

The actual black maid's waist is as wide as her shoulders.

Today is really a day to celebrate!

If not for the fact that his identity cannot be revealed yet, he would like to sit on the street and give a personal piano recital.

Washing his body clean, Stanfield put on his bathrobe and walked into the room.

He sat down on the roller office chair, pulled out the communicator from the storage compartment, and pressed the start button to establish an encrypted communication channel.

This communication channel was set up by Chloe herself, the security is extremely high, even Tony Stark, there is no way to detect.

The route was connected, and Stanfield proudly exclaimed, "The mission has been completed!"

Belmoder's voice came out from the communicator: "This is the age of the Internet, half of the world already knows about it. Congratulations, well done!"

Stanfield said smilingly, "The vice president has been controlled by me, his family is traveling in Europe, you are responsible for 'receiving' him."

Belmod: "I know, the task has been arranged."

Stanfield: "Very well, I'll disconnect if there's nothing else."

Belmod: "Hold on a second."

Stanfill: "Is there anything else?"

Belmod: "I want to talk to you about Hydra."

"Hydra ...... hum!" Stanfield sneered, "Alexander is dead, and most of the top people lurking in the government have been captured, what else can they do?"

Belmod: "Although Hydra's top brass was reunited, they have many branches at home and overseas, as well as hundreds of thousands of grassroots personnel. Just yesterday, the head of their branch base in Sokovia contacted us."

Stanfield asks, "Does that mean these Hydra remnants want to defect to us?"

Belmod: "Guess so. It's understandable that the high level was destroyed by the group, and the people at the bottom want to make a living. We had a small meeting yesterday, and most of them agreed to absorb the remnants of Hydra's forces."

"After all, our overseas forces have been wiped out, so if we have to start developing from scratch, it will take time and effort, so we might as well just take over the nest and send people to receive the remnants of Hydra. About this proposal, how do you think about it?"

Stanfield thought about it and said, "Sounds good, I agree!"

Belmod: "Since you also agree, then please get those imprisoned Hydra members out."

Stanfield: "This is a breeze for me now, you send the information."

Belmod: "Yes, I will send you all the details of Hydra. They also have a number of people lurking in the United States, these people are also given to you to deploy."

Stanfield: "Understood, then I'll hang up the line."

Hang up the phone, Belmod immediately sent a copy of the information over, Stanfield will download the information to the computer to carefully review.

This information is very large, it took two hours for Stanfield to finish reading the general introduction.

At this moment, he finally understood why Hydra can and S.H.I.E.L.D. openly and secretly fight for so many years.

Because just lurking in the United States, Hydra members are more than 50,000 people.

This includes a large number of highly trained combatants, reputable scientific researchers, and spies hidden in key departments of the government military and other key departments.

If it were not for the Insight program that led to the near-reunion of the top brass, Hydra's power in the United States would be nothing less than that of the Republican and Democratic parties.

Stanfield focuses on Washington, where the numbers are a little more dismal.

Most of Washington's members are serving in S.H.I.E.L.D., all of whom are being held at the FBI headquarters to eat the national meal at the moment.

There are less than four hundred members left who have not yet revealed their whereabouts, and they are all combat troops at the bottom.

Stanfield closed the computer, lying on the bed and began to think.

What exactly do we have to do to get all these Hydra members out?

............

Night fell and it was dark.

Mr. Vice President, who had been busy all day, dragged his tired body back home.

Hearing the door open, the black maid walked to the door and questioned in a cold tone, "Why did you just come back? Sir wants you to go to his study immediately."

How ...... do you talk to me!

Mr. Vice President's expression froze, and only after half a moment did he react.

The master of this home was not him long ago.

This is only two or three days, he used the master treatment into guest treatment, or unwelcome guests.

In the official world, Mr. Vice President practiced social Darwinism, the survival of the fittest, the weak are the true face of the world.

But when he was reduced to the bottom of the food chain, he was still a bit uncomfortable.

"I see." He took off his jacket and sent the dust to hang it up.

"Hurry up, don't keep the gentleman waiting." The maid urged and returned to her room.

The vice president looked around his home at the unfamiliar and familiar surroundings, sighed in depression and headed to the study on the second floor.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Come in!"

The vice president pushed the door in, only to see Stanfill sitting in front of the sofa drinking coffee alone.

He walked over and asked, "Sir, you wanted to see me."

Stanfill nodded, gestured for him to sit across the table, and said, "I have a plan that requires your cooperation."

The vice president sat across the table, "Go ahead."

Stanfill slowed down the plan he had been thinking about all afternoon.

"How about it? Is it difficult?"

The vice president shook his head, "No problem, just you sir ......"

Stanfill waved his hand and smiled, "It's okay, before I joined the DEA, my dream was actually to be a drama actor."

The vice president said, "Then I'll start making arrangements tomorrow."

............

Three days later, FBI headquarters.

The investigation team's internal review of S.H.I.E.L.D. continues.

S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters has close to 10,000 employees, and the investigation and evidence collection is an extremely time-consuming task.

In addition to working overtime day and night, the FBI also set up a special line to solicit intelligence information from the entire community in the hope of speeding up the investigation.

Since the establishment of the special line, three hundred phones in the room, not even a minute stopped ringing.

The operators were divided into cubicles, answering calls every hour of every day.

They worked in two shifts, and at the end of 12 hours of work, it felt like their vocal cords were tearing.

After the opening of the special line, the people of the community did provide some valuable information, but most of it was meaningless intelligence.

But since we got the information, we have to investigate, there is no other way but to continue to apply to the top for the deployment of manpower.

............

"Thank you for the information, goodbye."

An operator with dark circles under his eyes had just hung up the phone when it rang again.

He sighed helplessly and picked up the phone again, saying the same thing he had repeated over and over again.

"Hello, this is the special FBI line."

"Hello, I have an important piece of information to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"I'm a vagrant, without a job, without shelter, and have to live in a park in the suburbs, or in a closed down abandoned factory."

"Last night I was sleeping when I was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of a gunshot."

"The gunshots were very close to where I was sleeping, which was an abandoned factory. There were several factories in it, and the lights were on at night."

"I got dressed and sneaked over, and found that the place had been occupied by a group of strangers, all of whom had guns in their hands, and there were people standing guard, so I didn't dare to get too close and left immediately."

This information is said to have a nose, the operator immediately alert up, call out the location of the caller.

"May I ask where is the location of the abandoned factory you mentioned?"

"It's in the western suburbs of ......," the homeless man said, giving the address.

"Okay, I'll take note of it. Do you have anything else to add?"

"No more. I just want to ask you to quickly send the police to arrest all those bad guys. Otherwise I'll have to sleep with my eyes open at night."

"Okay, thank you for the information, goodbye."

The operator hung up the phone and immediately pressed the button to temporarily stop the call from coming in, then typed quickly on the computer, this message up.

............

Twenty minutes later, two bomb-proof vehicles carrying a dozen SWAT officers were headed toward the target location.

When there was still one kilometer from the location, the riot van stopped at the side of the road.

The SWAT officers got out of the car to set up a defense, then activated a drone and flew over towards the abandoned factory.

The drone flew above the target and activated thermal imaging mode.

Inside the target factory, there was indeed a large number of thermal responses, roughly estimated to be about three to four hundred people.

At the entrance and roof of the factory, gun-wielding guards responsible for reconnaissance were also seen.

The intelligence was actually true!

The SWAT officers did not dare to be careless and immediately contacted the headquarters to apply for support.

The two squads spread out and occupied the nearby high points to monitor this factory area.

A few hundred gunmen is not a small thing.

Although their true identities were unknown, no matter who or what they were, their presence was a serious danger to Washington's security.

Just in time for an eventful day, immediate action must be taken to wipe out this armed outlaw in its entirety.

And to eliminate hundreds of armed thugs, relying on the power of the FBI alone is not possible, must be supported by the local garrison.

More than an hour later, dozens of military trucks carrying thousands of soldiers arrived here, and three helicopter gunships appeared in the sky.

The troops spread out and blocked all the exits of the factory.

With an order from the military commander, piercing gunfire rang out in the sky.

The dozen or so guards on the outside were instantly hit by bullets and fell to the ground dead.

The sound of gunfire woke up the group of thugs and they immediately returned fire.

As soon as the fight, the commander found that this group of criminals is not ordinary.

The weapons they used were all military weapons that were not in circulation and were extremely powerful.

There were even professional man-portable rockets, and one of the military's helicopter gunships was hit by a rocket and crashed.

The enemy was far more powerful than the commander could have imagined, but the battle was decided from the moment the enemy was surrounded.

The military had more than twice the number of troops and had the advantage of terrain and firepower, with fire support from helicopter gunships in the air. With just the 300 or so of them, they were sure to die.

The scales of victory gradually tipped as the army, under the cover of armored vehicles, slowly approached the interior of the factory.

Under the powerful firepower suppression, the casualties of the outlaws kept increasing.

Just then, the steel battle armor in charge of reinforcements arrived.

They ignored the dense bullets and rushed into the factory, taking less than five minutes to completely end the battle, capturing a dozen thugs.

The battle over, the commander led his men into the factory and found a large cache of supplies and weapons and ammunition hidden here.

Based on the signs of life at the site, the group had been here for at least a week.

Why did they live here in piles? It was less likely to be exposed if they were spread out instead.

The commander felt that things were not that simple, so he ordered the soldiers to clear the battlefield and search the area thoroughly.

After a few hours of searching, they finally found a hidden basement where a scarred man was being held.

It was the nationally wanted, former S.H.I.E.L.D. Logistics Department head agent - Stanfield.

............

Stark base.

Tony and Steve were sitting in the lounge drinking tea and chatting.

Just then, Jarvis's voice suddenly rang out: "Sir, found Stanfield."

At the sound of this, the two men jerked to their feet and looked at each other with surprise.

I thought it would take months, or even years, to find Stanfield.

But never thought that after only three days, he appeared.

Tony said with surprise, "Pick up the video feed."

"Yes, sir."

A screen suddenly lit up in the mid-air of the lounge, a screen of the guardian battle armor monitoring from afar.

In the background was a ruined factory, dozens of riot and armored vehicles could be seen, as well as a large number of soldiers and special police.

There had just been a battle here, and they were cleaning up the battlefield, carrying out one corpse and box after another.

Suddenly, an ambulance came quickly.

Several soldiers carried a stretcher toward the ambulance.

Tony: "Jarvis, zoom in!"

After saying that, the screen slowly moved closer and the camera focused on the man on the stretcher.