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midnight

The Alexander Pierce mansion was brightly lit.

The former Chairman of the Security Council was pacing anxiously in his study as the encrypted communicator continued to receive alerts of attacks on various branches.

When he failed to dial the number for the third time, the hands of the antique clock pointed to midnight.

"Are you looking for this?"

Pierce turned around suddenly and saw Adam Bernard's figure emerging from the shadows, the dark blue antimatter energy condensing into the familiar shape of a communicator in his palm.

"You have no idea what you're up against."

Pierce pressed the alarm button under the table, only to find that the power system of the entire mansion had been paralyzed. "Hydra is not..."

"If you cut off a head, two will grow back?" Adam gently crushed the communicator, and the blue light reflected on his cold face.

"Try it."

.........

SHIELD's Triskelion Headquarters is currently experiencing an unprecedented data storm.

Tony Stark's virtual projection is in the center of the SHIELD control room, and tens of thousands of code streams are washing every terminal like a golden waterfall.

"We found you, little snake." On the holographic map, hundreds of red dots were flashing on each floor.

"Jarvis, send coordinates to Natasha."

When the morning sun breaks through the clouds

The stretcher in the SHIELD medical room was covered with a white cloth with Pierce's name printed on it.

Global news was rolling with the news that "former Security Council President died of a sudden heart attack."

The World Security Council has unanimously approved the resolution for Tony Stark to take over as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Sir, war reports have arrived from the European branch."

Agent Hill walked quickly into the new director's office, where the tactical tablet displayed real-time footage of Adam destroying the ninth Hydra base.

"Agent Coulson on the other side has requested additional Quinjet jets."

Tony sat cross-legged in the office chair that once belonged to Fury, twirling the SHIELD emblem on his fingertips. "Give him five. Also, replace this chair with an ergonomic one. The Director's butt is also very valuable."

Natasha's voice came from the communicator: "A Skrull nest has been discovered on the 17th floor. A biological elimination team is needed."

"Approved." Tony snapped his fingers, and the holographic projection switched to a diagram of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal structure.

"Hill, take your lovely team and take inventory of the 084 items in the underground warehouse. I bet we can find half a dozen alien pickles."

the other side

In the Culver University lab, Bruce Banner is placing a bouquet of white roses on Betty Ross's desk.

The female professor looked at the man who had disappeared for many years in astonishment, and the test tube slipped from her fingers.

"This time, I won't run away." Banner said softly, and the gamma ray detector made a steady ticking sound behind him.

When night falls again, the lights at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters are still as bright as day.

Tony stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the night view of New York, the newly made director's badge reflecting a cold light on his chest.

The holographic screen scrolled the day's battle results.

2174 Hydra agents and 586 Skrull imposters were eliminated worldwide, and 43 alien technology items were seized.

"Sir, Mr. Xiao sent a message." Jarvis suddenly spoke.

"He said it was a good job, but be careful of Hydra's counterattack."

Tony raised his coffee cup and saluted the void: "Tell that domineering CEO who likes to bask in the sun that this director is not afraid of Hydra at all, unless they are willing to build a limited edition coffee machine."

In the reflection of the glass, the new director's smile gradually faded.

Outside the window, a transport plane with the Stark Industries logo was flying over the moon, its cabin fully loaded with 084 items recovered from the Hydra base.

An underground base in Europe

In the dim conference room, several of Hydra's most core leaders sat on both sides of the long table.

A holographic projection floated above the table, showing scenes of Hydra bases around the world being raided by S.H.I.E.L.D., and the red "cleared" mark was shocking.

Daniel Whitehall pushed up his glasses and said in a low voice: "Alexander's death was not an accident, it was an execution."

One of the Hydra leaders snorted coldly, "Tony Stark just took office, and he dared to take action directly? Where does he get the courage?"

Madame Hydra, Vivian De Frost tapped the tabletop lightly with her fingertips, her scarlet nails gleaming coldly in the dim light: "Because he's not just Tony Stark, Superman stands behind him."

There was a brief silence in the room.

"Superman..."

This name gave different expressions to the people present.

Gideon Malick spoke slowly: "We underestimated him. Not only did he see through the Skrulls' infiltration, he also directly attacked S.H.I.E.L.D., and even..."

He paused, his eyes darkening, "He might even be aware of our existence."

"impossible!"

A certain leader suddenly slammed the table and said, "Hydra's level of confidentiality far exceeds that of S.H.I.E.L.D.! It's impossible for them to have all our intelligence!"

"But he has already killed Pierce," Whitehall said coldly.

"That means he at least knows Pierce is Hydra."

Madame Hydra narrowed her eyes slightly: "The question now is, what should we do?"

"Lie dormant." Malik said in a deep voice.

"Suspend all actions temporarily and wait for the opportunity."

"Wait? Wait for Superman to pick us out and kill us one by one?"

"So what do you want to do? Start a war directly?" Malik asked back.

"Why not? It's not like we don't have any trump cards."

"You mean..." Whitehall frowned.

"Winter Soldier." Madame Hydra slowly uttered the name.

The air in the room suddenly froze.

The Winter Soldier, Hydra's deadly weapon, is a brainwashed, transformed super soldier who has performed countless impossible missions for decades.

"Assassinate Tony Stark?" Malik shook his head.

"It's too risky. Stark Industries has too much influence. His death would cause a global shock and might even directly anger Superman."

"But this is also the most direct way." Mrs. Hydra said softly.

"Once Tony Stark dies, S.H.I.E.L.D. will immediately fall into chaos, and Superman will lose his voice in human society."

"Besides..." She smiled slightly, "Once the Winter Soldier takes action, no one can stop him."

"But what if we fail?" Malik asked in a deep voice.

"fail?"

"Then let Superman know that Hydra is not a small fry like the Skrulls."

Whitehall pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly: "I agree."

Malik still hesitated: "This could lead to an all-out war."

"The war has already started." Madame Hydra stood up, her voice cold.

"It's just that now, it's our turn to fight back."

She looked around at everyone and finally made the decision: "Winter Soldier, move out. Target, Tony Stark."

new York

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters

Tony Stark sat in the director's office with his legs crossed, and the holographic projection in front of him showed the progress of clearing Hydra strongholds around the world.

"Jarvis, how's it going in Europe?"

"Mr. Adam has cleared out the strongholds in Berlin and Paris and is currently on his way to Moscow."

Tony nodded and looked at Natasha and Clint on the other side: "What about headquarters?"

Natasha swiped her tablet and pulled up a list: "37 sleeper agents have been arrested, and 12 are still at large."

"Very efficient." Tony took a sip of coffee.

"However, I always feel that Hydra will not give up so easily."

Clint leaned against the table, toying with an arrow. "They're bound to strike back. The question is, when? And how?"

PS: Four updates a day, nearly 10,000 words. Is there anyone more dedicated than me? ^_^

Chapter 66 Tony is attacked

new York

midnight

The rain curtain covered the entire city, but the glass building of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was still brightly lit in the night.

Tony Stark pushed open the door, and a cold wind mixed with rain blew towards him. Although he couldn't feel the cold, he still subconsciously tightened his suit jacket.

"What horrible weather!" he muttered, walking quickly towards the black car parked on the side of the road.

The car door opened and Happy Hogan's familiar face popped out: "Boss, get in the car, it's raining too hard."

Tony got into the back seat and shook the water droplets from his hair. "Thanks, Happy. Today was really tough. Those Hydra spies are better at hiding than I thought."

Happy started the car, the wipers drawing regular arcs on the windshield. "Boss, I heard the cleanup in Europe is almost complete?"

"Well, Adam is quite efficient." Tony leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"However, I have a feeling that Hydra won't just give up like that."

The car slowly drove into the street on a rainy night, the tires rolling over the puddles, splashing tiny drops of water.

Tony looked at the blurry neon lights outside the window, his thoughts drifting away.

suddenly

"squeak!"

Happy slammed on the brakes, but Tony's physique had already reacted and he sat firmly in his seat.

"What?" He frowned.

Happy stared at the front and said in a tense voice, "Boss, there's someone ahead."

Tony looked up.

In the rain, a tall figure stood in the middle of the road, blocking their way.

The man was wearing a mask, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. His long golden hair was wet by the rain and stuck to his shoulders.

What is even more eye-catching is his left arm, which is made of metal and glows coldly under the street light.

"Hydra." Tony narrowed his eyes.

Happy's hand had already reached for the pistol at his waist: "Boss, I'll go down and take a look."

"No." Tony held his shoulders.

"Stay in the car."

"But…"

"Trust me, Happy." Tony opened the car door and the rain immediately soaked his suit.

He stood in the rain, looking directly at the Winter Soldier in front of him, his voice calm.

"Who are you? A Hydra man. What do you want? Money? Freedom? I can give you both."

The man didn't answer.