Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 219 Have you forgotten Peggy Carter? (Seeking monthly votes)

As top-tier agents, whether it was Coulson, Hawkeye, or this Asian female agent, they all recognized the danger.

Because the three of them were in a very awkward position.

There was a huge military camp building in front of us.

The area behind them was completely open, with nothing obstructing their view.

What's worse, all three of them could tell that the footsteps were very close.

The three drew their weapons and immediately locked onto a corner of a military camp building not far away. Just as they were about to start running over, a large group of fully armed soldiers appeared.

Including the front corner.

They were surrounded in a semi-circle, with the walls of the military camp buildings beside them.

Now that's settled, there's no way they can escape.

"Fuck, Coulson, didn't you say there hadn't been any activity here for a long time?"

The Asian woman held up the gun and cursed under her breath.

"According to my investigation, no one has been here for at least a decade, May," Coulson said innocently.

"OK, then we're doomed."

Hawkeye Clint held a specially made composite bow and carried a quiver on his back, but surrounded in this situation with no obstacles to stop him, even someone as strong as him had no way to resist.

Those guns were pointed at him, and if he made even the slightest movement, he would be met with a dense hail of bullets.

Even after death, the body is often found to be more than ten kilograms heavier.

But he saw a familiar face.

"Rumlow?"

"Hey, Hawkeye, surprised?"

The leader was Rumlow, codenamed Crossbones, who was the captain of the S.H.I.E.L.D. internal field operations team.

The two are simply colleagues and have worked together on many missions.

Unfamiliar!

"Yeah, Merry Christmas." Clint replied irritably to Rumlow's teasing expression.

"So, this is a trap?"

Coulson calmly countered with a question.

"Of course, otherwise why would you have found this place so easily among our people?" Rumlow said cheerfully, even patiently explaining to the three of them.

"You are indeed the most elite agents; we cannot detect your communications or movements."

"But we know very well who our people are inside, so we will pay attention to each of you. We just need to screen and test you."

"What I didn't expect was that you would actually find the legendary agent Iron Rider May."

After saying that, Rumlow looked at May with some confusion.

"I remember not long ago, after you thought you'd lost control while capturing that superpowered girl, you voluntarily stepped down from your administrative position and didn't plan to do any more fieldwork, right? How did they manage to heal your wounded heart?"

"Of course it's because of you bastards."

May's expression turned even colder after her sore spot was touched: "I can step back anytime, but when it comes to Hydra, I am still the same ironclad warrior, especially after you killed Nick Fury."

"Tsk, then there's no other way. Any stumbling block that tries to oppose Hydra or hinder its revival must be eliminated."

""

Rumlow snorted coldly.

"So you're going to kill us here?"

"No, someone wants to see you."

Just as Rumlow finished speaking, the roar of a car engine came from outside, and soon the crowd parted to make way for Alexander Pierce, who appeared in front of the three.

"It really is you." Coulson's expression turned ugly when he saw Alexander.

Clint and May exchanged a glance, a strange light flashing in their eyes.

It seems that some kind of tacit understanding has been reached.

"Coulson, within the department, besides Nick Fury, you are the person I value most. You are a very good talent and shouldn't be buried with Nick."

Pierce, wearing a thick down jacket, spoke with an air of condescending charity.

He was there to complete the final step, foreshadowing the rise and resurgence of Hydra.

But it's also a form of recruitment.

Talented individuals are rare, and these three are among the best of the best. He hopes these three talents can join Hydra and become his most loyal soldiers.

To Pierce's utter surprise, Coulson instead revealed a smug smile.

"It's an honor, but you don't really think you've won, do you?"

Done.

boom! !

A sharp, piercing audio sound suddenly erupted, and the raging, vibrating special frequency audio instantly covered the entire venue.

Pierce, Rumlow, and all the Hydra soldiers present were enveloped by this peculiar audio, and a violent wave of dizziness and pain erupted from them.

Everyone instinctively covered their ears, even dropping their guns, and howled in agony, their faces contorted.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh."

"Fuck, attack, assault."

Rumlow and a few more determined soldiers attempted to fight back and picked up their guns again.

Unfortunately, they were still just mortals, and their willpower could not overcome the physical pain. In the end, they collapsed to the ground like all the other Hydra soldiers.

On the contrary, Coulson, May, and Hawkeye Clint were all unharmed.

The three of them stood there leisurely, enjoying the pained expressions on the faces of Pierce and the other Hydra members.

Soon, just as Pierce and the others were about to faint...

The jarring audio suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, other fully armed soldiers and special agents came over and surrounded the scene.

Furthermore, the roar of the propellers of armed helicopters could be heard from the sky.

The Hydra agents were easily disarmed, their hands and feet bound with specially made shackles, including Rumlow.

Only Pierce didn't have it.

Pierce was in a daze and it took him a while to slowly recover. When he regained consciousness, he saw that familiar figure push through the crowd and walk in front of him, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

He couldn't help but cry out, "Nick?"

"A Christmas surprise, Pierce."

That's right, the person who came was none other than Nikolai, who had faked his death.

S.H.I.E.L.D. agents helped the Hydra agents, who had collapsed to the ground, to their feet and escorted them onto the arriving transport vehicles.

Only Pierce and Rumlow remained at the scene.

The two were helped up, their heads pressed against guns.

But Pierce and Rumlow completely ignored the threat, staring intently at Nick Fury's familiar face.

"That's a pleasant surprise! How did you manage that, Nick? Where did you get these people?"

Even Pierce, who was usually quite dense, figured it out and then asked, puzzled.

"A high-frequency loudspeaker, made by the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy. Do you like it?" Nick Fury looked at his former mentor and friend, a cold smile playing on his lips.

After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and looked directly into Pierce's eyes.

"Also, you forgot a key person, Pierce, a man who hates Hydra more than anyone else."

"Peggy Carter."

A name flashed through Pierce's mind like lightning, causing his expression to change.

Peggy Carter is said to be the former lover of Captain America Steve Rogers and one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D.