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Then Sitwell came to two conclusions. First, Lancer's shooting skills were pretty good. The 5.7mm bullets on the two bodies hit very concentrated positions, two in the chest and one in the head. It was obvious that Lancer was most likely practicing the Mozambique shooting method recently.

Of course, considering that John Wick is a good friend of Lancer, and everyone knew that Lancer had protected John Wick when he was being hunted by the Russian mafia, it is not surprising that Lancer learned this shooting method from him (RO635: Then how do I account for the toy I was taken advantage of?).

And the second one: There is something wrong with SHIELD! There are some key data in the two autopsy reports in Sitwell's hand that are different! The testing equipment used by both sides is the same brand and even the same model. Tell me how they are different!

Sitwell found his immediate superior, not Nick Fury from S.H.I.E.L.D., but Alexander Pierce, and told him everything (S.H.I.E.L.D.: It's broken! I've become a substitute

! ).

A strange storm began to brew within S.H.I.E.L.D., and in this werewolf killing, as night was about to fall, the werewolf discovered that there seemed to be one more person killing people at night.

What Lancer showed Balalaika was the autopsy report data from Hydra sent by Sitwell, and of course the file logo was still that of SHIELD. Balalaika was confused by the document, after all, there were too many professional terms on it, and she couldn't understand it very well, but she could still understand the intuitive photos.

"There's a kind of alien in Ukraine that can change its appearance?! And the exact number isn't clear? Are you kidding me?" Balalaika looked at Lancer with fear in his eyes. If this were true, and the news got back to Russia, there would probably be a massive purge and all people in key positions would have to pass a loyalty appraisal.

"It's not that I don't know the exact number, but I don't know exactly how many there are... Ten thousand people! Guess which unlucky guy bumped into them and where he bumped into them."

"...You can't be in the United States, otherwise we would not be unaware of it. The date of SHIELD's report is very recent, so... it was when you went to Mexico!?" Balalaika said gritting his teeth. This question was very fatal!

"I killed Braga. I made sure it was Braga, not a substitute. Then I left Mexico, and the result..." Lancer shrugged and looked at Balalaika.

"Braga is still alive. I called him last week to confirm some information. There is also such a situation." Balalaika narrowed her eyes, and murderous aura began to emerge from her body. The agent beside Lanser stared at Balalaika and frowned unhappily. What a rude woman. "Is there any way to verify her identity?"

"Not yet. SHIELD is already researching it, but what is certain is that he will turn into this thing after being shot." Lancer pointed to the photo of the Skrull corpse on his phone.

"Yes, the hotel higher-ups will want it, and you will still be friends."

"Humph, I won't take the wrong side on such a matter, especially when it comes to this kind of terrifying race. Oh, by the way, it seems that they can simulate people of another gender, so pay attention to this."

“…This is disgusting!”

2-14 Is it easy for me to eat a bowl of noodles?

"Two more bowls!" This time it wasn't Tiancheng who was yelling, but the female hero. It can only be said that the Chinese people's foodie talent was passively activated because of the noodles, and even Lancer could eat a little more.

"Boss, what's going on in the street recently? It looks better than last time?" Lan Se said to the boss while eating the mutton rice noodles in the bowl. It has been a while since he last came here to eat noodles. As a result, he ate a bowl of noodles that was full of blood.

So when Lancer suggested coming over to eat noodles, Fei Ma and the AR team were all laughing. Oh, it’s okay. We made a small profit last time. At most, we can make another breakthrough.

"Thanks to you, the past few months have been peaceful, and a group of big bosses have made a lot of money, so they are willing to spend money, so there are naturally a lot better things on the market." The boss certainly remembered Lancer, who brought a group of beautiful girls with him. It's just that John and his friends planned to go out to have fun at night, and his girls would take over the duty at that time. "The streets are not safe, but at least there are no..."

"It's him! He broke my finger last time!" A little kid pointed at Lanser and shouted loudly.

"Is it you? Do you know that this area is our West City..." A guy who looked a little older was playing with a dagger, staring at the stack of dollars in Lanser's hand, then suddenly his face changed, he swallowed, took two steps back and turned around and ran away.

"Not bad, at least they know to run away when they see a gun." Lancer put his pistol back into the holster on his waist and continued to sip noodles. The Springfield beside him took out his main body in the boss's fearful and helpless eyes. Lancer looked at his coffee shop boss lady and raised his lips, "Left thigh... Let them behave for half a year."

"Okay!" Chuntian pulled the trigger, pulled the bolt, and pulled the trigger again. The two half-grown boys screamed and fell to the ground. Then several of their peers around them were very loyal and lifted the two unlucky guys up and ran away.

"Hey, the outsiders are too strong. If we locals don't unite, we can't survive." The rice noodle shop owner said with a wry smile, and then looked at Fei Ma with surprise when she took out another stack of money at Lan Se's signal.

"Tell them that what they have is not enough for those powerful dragons. If they really want to do something, they should recover from their injuries. I will arrange for them to go to Columbia, and someone will take them there. It is up to them to choose whether to save their own lives or rot in this quagmire." Lancer grinned. Such ignorant kids who want to climb up are Irons' favorite.

Irons was already gifted in how to bribe such brats. He had successfully established a force in Colombia that was trained by local young men. In some areas ceded by the Colombian government, the fierce attacks of these young men in Atlas uniforms had caused headaches for the mercenaries hired by drug dealers. After the drug dealers' estates were breached, the farms and factories belonging to Atlas were being attacked.

As the farms sprang up, a fruit company was eager to contract them.

And recently, after Megatron joined, Ians, who originally thought he had a very planned plan, suddenly felt that he still had a huge room for growth after communicating with Megatron! Being mentored by a former military commander of a hegemonic civilization is not a treatment that anyone can enjoy.

"..." The stall owner shook his head and took the money. He did not thank Lancer. Although it seemed that Lancer gave a choice, what choice would these little kids make? How could these dreamy little kids want to roll in the mud? So... the money he took could be said to be the life-saving money for these little kids in a sense. He knew it very well, and Lancer also knew it very well, but these little kids might not understand it, and they might even think that Lancer was a "good guy".

"Boss, I saw a torpedo boat. They said it was someone from the Black Lagoon Chamber of Commerce... using a torpedo boat?!" Marco's voice came over the radio. Marco, who was at the lookout, adjusted the focus of the telescope and said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Because generally speaking, when people see this kind of torpedo boat, they won't think it's a cargo ship. The interior has been modified and has a large cargo hold." Lanser shrugged, "It's a very good disguise, and..." Lanser smiled and said, "There are real torpedoes in its torpedo tubes."

"And we sold it!" SOPII interrupted the communication and leaked the secret loudly, "The American warehouse manager is awesome!"

"Hahaha..." The communicator was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Marco, you did a good job. Stay alert. When we get off the boat, let John take you out for some fun. This island is quite interesting."

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"Hey! Dutch, the boss's ship seems to be at the port!" Levi jumped into the cabin from the observation seat, "It seems like we are about to encounter something terrible."

"Really... If the big boss is really after this little guy, then the whole of Roanapura will be reduced to ashes in the flames! Why is our luck so bad! We are just picking up some goods along the way." Dutch tied up his bald head and felt his blood vessels beating violently.

Because even in Roanapura, everyone knows that the price of cocaine has been rising worldwide recently due to some special reasons. The reason is that in Colombia, a large number of drug lords are being uprooted because these guys are ungrateful and have chosen the wrong side of the fence, trying to strangle Atlas in its cradle together with a certain American intelligence agency.

And the best news for Dutch is that... Azur Lane is first on Atlas' list of sponsors!

"Hello! This is Black Reef Shipping Company." At this time, Dutch's radio rang. Dutch's heart skipped a beat and he looked at Levi who was smiling bitterly beside him. Others might have different opinions, but he really couldn't beat this big guy.

"Dutch, please postpone your entry into the port. It seems that they haven't discovered anything yet. I will compensate you later! You know how valuable this luggage is. It must not fall into his hands!" The Colombian gangsters on the radio spoke quickly. They also knew the news of Lancer's arrival in the port. The incident of the Italian being hung up and beaten was still vivid in their minds. The Colombians couldn't help but panic.

The AR team, led by M4, tilted their heads in unison and looked towards the overseas location. The communication equipment on Dutch's ship had been decoded last time, and now, the content of their conversation delivered the intelligence itself.

John on the boat directly ordered the team members to lower their speedboat immediately! Let the sandman go to the crane control panel and let the 14.5 heavy machine gun point to the approximate range. This wave of free credit, the people haven't even landed yet, and the money is thrown in their faces. These Colombian bastards are good people!

After all, at this point in time, at this time, they were just about to use some tricks to force a family that still had great influence in South America to stand on their side of "fighting against the Americans"! The "luggage" in front of them was the only son of the La Bresse family. Although this family had declined, it still had great influence, the network of contacts was still there, and the next generation of heirs seemed to be quite outstanding.

"Idiot..." Levi covered her face, not knowing what to say about the Colombians' actions. If you say they don't know how dangerous Lancer is, they at least know to stay out of the spotlight at this time; if you say they know...

"...Huh... Let me tell you something. This boss's electronic warfare ability is more powerful than you can understand." Dutch sighed, "So, boss, are you online?"

(SOPII smiled and made a V sign to Lancer.)

"Oh? You guessed I was here? Sure, Dutch." Lancer said directly. He was not worried that the other party couldn't hear him. The humanoid girls would take care of everything. "I'm eating, and there's such good news, so I'm in a good mood now."

"Do you want to talk?" Dutch rubbed his forehead. If it weren't for this radio call, the big boss seemed unaware that they could have completed the transaction quietly. But now it seems that this has become completely impossible. The big boss in front of him has decided to intervene, just like wiping out the Italians last time.

"Talk?" Lanser sneered.

"I'll take the person away, and you can keep your lives. How about that? It's a great deal!"

"Damn arms dealer!" Gu Sabo was sweating all over at this time. He didn't know what to do. If he lost the only son of the La Bresse family, he would be dead! If he tried to rob him, he would be dead too! "Do you really think you can do whatever you want?"

"I can't say about other places, but here..." Lanser raised his lips and said hello to Sheriff Songpasan who came rushing over. He threw a Cuban cigar over and asked him to join him in eating. "It's always the one with the bigger fist who has the final say, isn't it?"

Songpasan muttered to himself how embarrassed he was while sitting down next to Lanser. The stall owner quickly brought 10,000 noodles to Songpasan, who was now very famous and capable in the police station. Songpasan nodded arrogantly, then quickly looked at Lanser with a flattering look, lowered his head and started eating, even though he had just finished dinner half an hour ago, he now stuffed the mutton noodles into his mouth in big mouthfuls.

“……” The Colombian remained silent.

"Okay, I understand! John, control that little guy and tell him that this is Atlas' friendship. If he refuses, sink him into the sea." Lancer snorted coldly. He didn't want to fight, nor did he want to embarrass himself. How could such a good thing happen?

"Dutch! You can't!" the Colombian yelled.

"I'm already surrounded by drones, and I don't want to die." Dutch reluctantly let go of the control panel. There were at least 20 drones on the boat, and the opponent's speedboat was already heading towards them. There was no choice anymore.

"M4, move, don't waste time, it's not easy for me to eat a bowl of noodles."

2-15 Hydra detects the disease

"Huh... 3 o'clock, Lancer, I can't support you here. You are in Southeast Asia now. If there is any emergency, I can't support you. I hope you can know." Sitwell has been busy recently. He heard the ringing in his sleep, picked up the phone subconsciously, rubbed his nose, sighed, and began to complain while quickly describing the current situation. "Most of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s forces have been transferred to Eastern Europe recently."

"So... SHIELD really sent a lot of people?" Zemo's voice came from the phone. It can be heard that his voice is also full of resentment, because during this period of time, a large number of organizations began to become active in Ukraine, and several of them caught Zemo's attention...

Sitwell suddenly perked up, "...You shouldn't have called." Sitwell stared at the phone twice to confirm. It was a string of numbers. Zemo was still cautious.

"Because the situation is too special, I have no choice but to contact you now." Zemo was also helpless. What happened to him left him speechless.

"What's going on... The situation here is very special." Sitwell looked at the phone again and confirmed that it was SHIELD's confidential communication line, which would basically not be monitored by anyone.

"In Ukraine... there are traces of Hydra!" Zemo let out a long sigh. As the head of a not-so-small faction of Hydra, Zemo was full of doubts about life and self-denial at this moment.

It's normal for Hydra to have a tangled head and split itself. Even the bigwigs at the head of the hydra themselves probably can't tell how many small organizations are subordinate to Hydra.

But during such a long period of time, Hydra's consistent policy has been to keep a low profile. It is okay to do things, but it must absolutely protect its own information! If there is really a risk of exposure that is unavoidable, then it must be done to the utmost and leave no one alive.

And right now…what’s going on with this Hydra branch, almost brazenly causing trouble in Ukraine! ?

"Hydra's...traces?" Sitwell had a look of doubt on his face. As the real Hydra, he knew very well that Hydra's greatest ability was not hiding, that's why they were able to hide after it disintegrated at the end of World War II and hid for 60 years in one go. Almost everyone thought they were finished, but the fact was that Hydra had grown in the shadows and became even more powerful than it was more than 60 years ago.

So when Sitwell heard Zemo talking about the traces of Hydra, he naturally knew that he was not talking about them, the genuine ones, or even the heretical factions that had split off and had no ties with them (or rather, they were the factions that split off). This realization made Sitwell feel extremely confused.

"Yes... my people even found that they have a complete communication network, funding network, markings, and secret codes. It's just that their people are not very proficient in using them, so... my people found their tracks." Zemo himself seemed a little helpless. "My people should have followed them, and then they were ambushed. The other party first snatched his phone and led him into the alley, and then attacked him."

"It sounds like a highly disguised defense attack process, but you can't confirm whether this is true or false." Sitwell commented. Although it is old-fashioned, it is useful. As long as the other party chases this thing up, then the subsequent development of this matter is logical. (The surveillance camera silently watched all this.) "Your people are

Have you investigated the area? Have any of your people been killed?"

"No, but I couldn't think of anything useful in the hospital, and my wallet and other things were searched clean. It looked like a robbery, so the police were not alerted." Zemo was a little helpless. After all, he himself didn't know what had happened.

"So... you alerted them? They went into Silence and hid, right?" Sitwell rubbed his brows, trying to concentrate as quickly as possible, thinking about whether this information could be used in the future, or how to use it...

Sitwell instinctively felt that the sudden news about Hydra was no longer just a coincidence. He was almost certain that someone was plotting something. He picked up the can of bitter coffee that Lancer had given him on the table and said, "Then wouldn't we be in a very passive position?"

"No... you're wrong." There was a strange silence from Zemo, and then as if he had taken a puff of smoke, he continued, "They became very aggressive... They followed the vehicle I sent to the hospital, and then... that night, they attacked one of my bases with rocket launchers and explosives."

"..." It was rare to hear Zemo fail, but Sitwell simply didn't have anything to say now, "You... were tracked by them, and then the base was directly attacked? Is that what you mean?"

"Yes, I even suspect that they are baiting us. I now think that they are very likely some extreme factions of Hydra, or maybe they are Hydra." Zemo shook his head, "I have sent the intelligence and information to your email, please investigate it if it is convenient for you. My people in Ukraine have basically withdrawn."

"Okay... I'll report it." Sitwell also began to feel confused, but after thinking for a while, he understood what Zemo meant. Someone was operating in the name of Hydra. These guys were very crude and could not even do the most basic confidentiality work well. But! The people behind them were very powerful!

Zemo's people are not useless. They were simply reverse-phished by the other party! The loss must be heavy, otherwise Zemo would not withdraw from Ukraine so honestly!

Because a series of disturbances are gradually evolving into storms, the Ukrainian government has begun to gradually lose its ability to manage Ukraine, so this country is becoming a piece of fat meat covered with honey, attracting everyone's attention. A large number of humans and non-humans have begun to pour into this land and began to plunder the people living on this land.

"It looks like I have to report this to Director Fury tomorrow. It just so happens that I'm going to Ukraine again. I wonder how much support I can get this time." Sitwell sighed and fell on the bed. After thinking for a while, he forwarded the information about the Skrulls from the email sent to Lancer to Zemo. There are some things he should know. After all, now they only know a rough area of ​​activity of the Skrulls.

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"Someone actually triggered the defensive trap so quickly?" Tiancheng's defense was somewhat broken. When he heard the report from 191, he felt a little uneasy. Although this defensive measure was prepared by Tiancheng to be stepped on, weren't these rubbish acting too quickly?

"It's normal for a group of civilians to become professional intelligence officers so easily, and without even the most basic training." 191 covered his face, and had a very pessimistic view of the development of the situation. After all, the so-called Hydra Ukrainian branch established by Amagi was too frivolous, and it would definitely be caught and killed soon. After all, Hydra's reputation in the human world is not ordinary! Even terrorists want to come and step on it!

"Are the Commander's millions of dollars going to go down the drain?" AR15 was clearly concerned about something.

"It won't be that fast. Do you know why we call it the branch?" Tiancheng tapped No. 191's forehead with his fan.

"But it doesn't have any superior unit, nor does it have any support. It's impossible for Chkalov to fly over by plane to provide support and then run away after fighting." 191 slapped Tiancheng's hand and said speechlessly.

"No, the other party will investigate and find that there are indeed people supporting the operation of this organization. The most important thing is that some actions will appear to be very crisp and decisive. This is a strong sense of separation. What do you think they will do?" Tiancheng said with a complacent look on his face, shaking his fan.

"It is indeed possible, but my information, including the source of funds, cannot withstand scrutiny. Even if AR15 does the accounting, it is completely operated online. It is only a matter of time before it is exposed." 191 glanced at AR15, who nodded in agreement. As long as the money is transferred online, an electronic record will be left. If one wants to erase this record, he may need to directly blow up a bank's key server.

"There's no need to be so troublesome. Who gives us most of the money we use?" Tiancheng said cheerfully, "Think about it, and then what do you think the other party will most likely think of this organization."

"So there is still room for maneuver in the short term." 191 did not argue and agreed with Tiancheng's idea.

Think about what to do next. This kind of mistake cannot happen again."

"It's really difficult to control it remotely like this." 191 smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Fortunately, even if it was exposed, it would only be one of the companies at most. So far, there has been no bad news from most of them."

"So, now we have to face the reality, but don't be pessimistic. Our Hydra Ukrainian branch still has a chance to regroup." Amagi waved his little fist confidently.

"So can you tell me what a Hydra branch is?"

"Eh? Lord? I'm discussing tonight's battle with 191 and the others!"

"what?"

"Hey, hey! Let's go! Let's take a bath, let's take a bath!"

2-16 Overt Conspiracy and Baiting

"Is this what you are doing?" Lanser looked at Tiancheng in front of him, "If I hadn't come at the right time, I wouldn't have known that I had become a head of Hydra?" Lanser had a look of helplessness on his face. He had just been fooled by Tiancheng's cuteness (seduction), so he went straight to ask the two girls AR15 and 191.

The two girls had no intention of helping Tiancheng to deceive Lancer, so they told him everything. M4 covered his face the whole time while listening, he didn't know what to say. Hydra was a shitty organization. When the commander said Sitwell was Hydra, they had already collected intelligence.

So the AR team knew very well what Hydra was. M4 had just glared at AR15 who was helping Amagi to do evil things. The new humanoids 95 and others also quickly read through the consultation package thrown out by the AR team, and were speechless. 95 looked at 191, who spread her hands. She was assigned by the commander to help, so what could she say? She was also speechless.

"However, some things are very suitable to be done in the name of Hydra, aren't they? And when some of our actions are investigated, it seems that we now have a place to shirk responsibility." Fei Ma sat down next to Lancer and glanced at Tiancheng who was pretending to be miserable with his ears drooping. "For us, it's just a cost of some money. This deal is not a loss."

"The great emperor said that we can cover our faces and give a bandit name when we go out to rob people." Binjiang crossed his legs and looked at Tiancheng. "But the gang members chosen by the big fox of the Sakura Empire are not good. They have a bad reputation. If we are discovered, we will be stinking for ten miles."

“No…” Tiancheng raised her head. “This is not difficult at all. Hydra has always been labeled as racist.” Her eyes sparkled. “So when faced with aliens discovered in Ukraine, isn’t it natural for them to shout “Humanity First” as human beings and then raise their butcher knives?!”

"Moreover, the target race is a race with such terrifying ability. Humph... I don't believe that they will honestly become illegal residents. As long as we find the identities of the people who replace them and then announce them, we can cause enough panic!" Lanser laughed. The operability of this matter is indeed very strong. It is worthy of Tiancheng's plan.

If the Skrulls were fewer in number and stayed quietly in a corner of the Earth, even if they were exposed, humans might not be affected. As long as they played the victim, there would be all kinds of kind-hearted people who would donate money and materials to them. On the contrary, as long as they took out some technology to make a deal with the big countries, they might be able to establish an independent country in some places.

But would the Skrulls do this? Farming? Building infrastructure? Working in a factory? Impossible! Not possible in their lifetime! In their eyes, the human world with low technology is like a paradise where they can get whatever they want! Even if they are the integration faction, they have no intention of lowering their heads to dig for food in the fields!

Therefore, the most beneficial and realistic approach for them is to replace the upper class or other powerful people, and then directly grab huge profits! After all, why work hard when you can make a living with talent! ?

But there is a very interesting point in this matter. Those bigwigs who are high up in the sky and decide the livelihoods and destinies of millions of people at the cocktail party will never have any empathy with the people below when facing this matter! Panic will spread to every corner of their souls.

A life that was replaced?! Wealth that was plundered?! And then...what will be the fate of the people who were replaced?! They are so high up that they simply cannot accept such a risk! What will they do?!

Western democracy is a game of votes, and elections… cost money! A lot of money! Who has that money? The poor people at the bottom who can only afford a $1 cheeseburger at McDonald’s?!

And now, there are nearly one million Skrulls on Earth! Come on, randomly select one million rich people from all over the world to replace them? !

"Then the fear of the rich will be transformed into real money and motivation, drowning out some insignificant moral conscience!" Fei's mother stroked her long hair. It was really good that her bad kid could figure this out. "So you agree to Tiancheng's matter?"

"I guess so! Nice conspiracy, ah..." Lanser just nodded, and then he felt a black screen in front of his eyes! Then he was thrown to the ground! He was hit by Tiancheng with the ball, and he finally held down the happy Tiancheng, "You usually pretend to be sick, right!"