Me, Hydra

Nodding, Hydra patted the dust off her body and felt around in her clothes for a moment before taking out a uniquely shaped black card.

S.H.I.E.L.D. let's not talk about anything else, but it was definitely one of the best in terms of service alone. Up to a hundred thousand, not enough money to contact the phone in three seconds. Obviously, in order to appease Hydra S.H.I.E.L.D. was also considered to have made an effort....

But then again, that's the only thing S.H.I.E.L.D. uses to appease Hydra....

By crushing satellites outside the atmosphere with just their minds, it was conceivable that S.H.I.E.L.D. would definitely meet all their demands before they had a means to overcome their enemies.

But........

That group of politicians didn't think so. Plus, there were quite a few HYDRA agents hidden among those politicians....

"Ready to strike."

Such was the voice that came out of the agent's headset.

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Volume 2: Extra - 9 - Things Fall Apart

Tugged and helpless, Hydra followed Black Chastity into a restaurant. , "Give me the best food all over again!"

With the bank card from S.H.I.E.L.D. in hand, Black Chastity didn't show the slightest shame....

Seeing the big customers, the group of waiters quickly sent the two Black Chastity into a luxurious single room.

Almost three meters long table, candles were burning slowly on a silver-plated shelf.

There was an inexplicable fragrance emanating from the candles, which seemed to be some unknown spice....

But it was clear that neither matter 1 Black Chastity nor Hydra's attention was on the candle.

Downstairs, pushing a food cart, the agent assigned by the politician grimly pressed a gun to the waiter's back just as the waiter was about to enter the elevator.

"Don't move, do as I say."

With a knowing burst, the agent had put on the waiter's clothes, and the stripped waiter was thrown into a single room in the bathroom with a sock in his mouth, and with one look at the whimpering waiter, the agent grimly knocked him unconscious.

There were many ways to kill someone, but the target of this mission was too dangerous and easy to reveal if it was tainted with blood....

"Sir, your order is here."

As he said that, the agent pushed open the closed door, then slowly and methodically placed a dish on the long table.

Hydra's expression was frighteningly calm as she watched the nimble agent in action.

But even so, the agent's movements were not the slightest bit sluggish, but from an ordinary person's perspective, absolutely no one could see a flaw in this agent's body....

But a person's thoughts... were soul fluctuations that couldn't be hidden, especially from ordinary people.

"How about you take a bite first?" Hydra chuckled lightly and said, "Second course on the left, third course on the right and that appetizer dessert."

With an inaudible movement, the agent smiled like a true waiter and responded, "How can you do that? I'm just a waiter, and if the manager finds out I'm stealing from the customers, I'll be fired~"

As he said that, the agent bowed slightly and then gestured to leave the room.

The corners of his mouth lifted in mockery, that group of naive politicians actually thought the poison could work on him....

Don't they know they are Hydra?

"Won't you stay and see if the poison works?"

Hydra jokingly said at the same time the movement of her hands was not idle. The silver knife gently slashed across the tender steak, the rose-colored beef so delicate that it seemed as if with a little more pressure it would squeeze out the warm gravy.

"Cyanide? No, a biological poison? It's pretty good. But you know what? And then use poison on this, as far as I know, no one has been able to surpass me."

As she said that, Hydra put her knife and fork down, wiped her mouth lightly and stood up, Hydra walked unhurriedly towards the agent.

Watching the scene unfold before them with small interest, Black Chastity watched them with a direct hand on the steak as if it were a play.

If the chef knew that his delicately fried expensive steak was being eaten so rudely, he would be furious, wouldn't he?

It's also awesome that a piece of prime steak is hardcore street-roasted squash with Black Chastity's action....

"Using poison eh, it's been a long time since I've seen such a LOW to the point of assassination technique~"

As she said that, Black Chastity licked her gravy-soaked fingers.

Looking at the approaching Hydra, the agent didn't retaliate in the slightest the first time, but turned around and prepared to flee without hesitation.

According to the intelligence, it could instantly crush satellites outside the atmosphere, and in the case of an assassination gone awry, the first priority was to flee the scene.

"........"

Tugging on the tightly sealed door, the agent was dismayed to find that no matter how hard he tried, the door in front of him didn't even make the slightest sound.

"Still delusional about getting out of here? As a killer, shouldn't you kill yourself right there?"

Without a word, the agent drew a modified miniature submachine gun from the dining car, and the fierce tongues of fire accompanied by the sound of bullets discharging made the entire room noisy.

Expressionless, Hydra jammed her hand directly onto the muzzle of the submachine gun.

The instantaneous high heat of compression caused the entire barrel of the gun to bulge and clink, Hydra's body was unscathed, while the poor Mr. Agent's entire hand turned flesh and blood due to the close proximity.

"Can we talk now?"

Hearing Hydra's words, the agent looked coldly at Hydra in front of him, then said stiffly, "The U.S. government is not going to let you go."

"What nonsense..."

Glancing at the corner of her mouth, feeling a little impatient Hydra compressed the agent directly into a marble the size of a fingernail.

Returning to her seat, Hydra took out that phone that S.H.I.E.L.D. had sent over and clicked on the address book, which only had one contact, and it read, "Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency".

Well, it was also known as the S.H.I.E.L.D. Directorate.

Picking up a glass of red wine filled with poison and pouring it, Hydra gave a small gesture to Black Chastity. Then speaking muddledly into the voice box, he said, "SHIELD? Tell your boss, just tell him that he doesn't seem to be in complete control of his sky mothership~"

Afterwards, without waiting for a reaction from the other side, Hydra tossed the phone onto the side table.

Looking somewhat helplessly at the communication connection in front of him, Coulson felt like he could simply be unlucky lately.

After thinking for a moment, Coulson gave up the urge to dial back....

It's not like it's been once or twice that group of politicians have meddled in S.H.I.E.L.D., and as Nick Fury's right-hand man, Coulson knows the disgusting face of that group of politicians by heart....