N-A-A Chapter 133
Chapter 133
In a somewhat humble house in New York, Baron Strack took the coffee cup and passed it to his mouth, and when he quietly changed it to Hitwell's face.
He calmly tasted his ground coffee, as an agent without any leisure vacation, he was either busy every day Hydra's task was to complete the work of S.H.I.E.L.D., and even sometimes the Skuru would give him something, he had not enjoyed such a leisurely life for a long time.
After losing his identity as an agent of the Serpentine Shield Bureau, his whole person seems to have been sublimated, and he has been separated from the days of deceit, leaving only happiness and comfort.
Now there is more time and opportunity to do what you want to do, such as your dream, owning a ranch full of lambs, and raising a sheepdog, and living a dull and fulfilling day-to-day life.
When
the doorbell rang, Hitwell hesitated slightly, glanced at the pistol not far away, shrugged his shoulders, walked to the door and opened it.
Strange, who was wearing a suit outside the door, nodded to him, and before the frowning Hitwell could react, he had already stepped into the house, and Hitwell could only close the door speechlessly.
"Baron Strange, if you have something to do with me, it's best to call me directly, this is my private residence, and I don't deal with any business!" Hitwell walked over to the table, picked up the cup of coffee again, and stared at the thin smoke rising above.
Strange didn't see anything, looked at the surrounding furniture, shook his head, and said: "I thought that you had been an agent for so many years, you should have made a lot of money, living in a big apartment, but I didn't expect..."
Hitwell put the coffee cup on the table with a cold face and said: "Strange Baron, if you are here to evaluate my taste, you can roll."
He scanned the simple furniture, paused and explained: "I do have a lot of savings, but I don't like the luxurious life, which will make me forget my original intention."
"Your original intention? Put all the aliens in this world in concentration camps? Strange asked with some curiosity.
And Hitwell rolled his eyes, resisted the urge to splash this cup of hot coffee on the other party's face, and said in a cold tone: "Strange Baron, I remember that you should think more about how to blend into the Avengers now, instead of coming to me to judge my ideals."
Strange clasped his hands together and said, "Yes, this is indeed one of the purposes of my visit, I mean can you introduce me to the Avengers, after all, you almost became one of them."
Hitwell sighed, looked at him with contempt, and said, "You want their enemies to introduce you into their organization, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?"
"No, no, no, I have a plan!" Strange pulled out a chair and sat on it, stretched out his hands and danced to introduce his seamless plan: "The enemy of the enemy is a friend, as long as you want me as the highest enemy of Hydra, and then let S.H.I.E.L.D. know about this, they will definitely investigate me, and then invite me, then I refuse, they propose again, I refuse again, and then I am caught by you, and they rescue me, invite me again, and I join them helplessly..."
After speaking, Strange looked at Hitwell hopefully.
Hitwell applauded perfunctorily: "Now there is only one problem, that is, I am dead, whether it is in S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra, I have no right to speak, sorry, Baron Strange, I can't help you." "
You faked your death?" Strange sighed helplessly and said, "I thought you were still alive, and it was already a real power mission in Hydra, don't you think you died too casually?" Did the Avengers believe it? "
They'll believe it." Hitwell stood up, walked quickly to the gate, opened the gate, and said: "Go slowly, don't send it..."
Starranch reluctantly walked out of the gate, turned around and said: "Your address is what Rumlow gave me."
Hitwell closed the door expressionlessly, and when she turned around, she had faded her appearance, green skin and pointy ears, like an adult female goblin.
She grabbed her coffee, her lurking life was over, her identity that had accompanied her for many years had been blown to pieces in a German lounge, and she needed to spend this long and leisurely time, waiting for her new identity.
"Dingding..." The
sudden ringing of the phone rang, and after glancing at the number called, she quickly picked up the phone.
"Hey, Hitwell?" The voice of Yi Kai sounded from the opposite side.
"I'm here, sir, do you have any orders?" The female voice coming from the microphone made Yi Kai slightly stunned, he covered the microphone and looked at the number he dialed, and confirmed again: "Hitwell?
Hitwell pinched his throat to make his voice as strong as possible, and replied, "That's right, sir."
"Well, Hitwell, don't mind if I call you that, do you? I remember you were a Skuru, but I didn't expect you to be a woman all the time. Yi Kai was sitting in Peter's secret base, not far away Nick and Steve were studying the latest battle plan, they listed all the Hydra bases provided by Gard as targets, and Nick also launched a purge of S.H.I.E.L.D.
, "Hitwell, how did you feel about your recent vacation?" Yi Kai fiddled with the red wine glass and asked.
"It has never been better, sir, but I can't wait to get back to my old life, and working under you has been the most enjoyable time I have ever had and the honor of my life," Hitwell replied solemnly.
Yi Kai poured red wine and said, "Okay, Hitwell, it's time for the Winter Soldier to appear, he must be impatient, right?"
"Yes, sir, what is the mission of the Winter Soldier? Please instruct. "
His mission is ... Hit Captain America's buttocks ten times with a robotic arm. The corners of Yi Kai's mouth curled, imagining the wonderful scene, and said, "Tell him that you must be swollen."
"Yes, sir, the Winter Soldier will definitely do this job well." Hitwell replied with a straight face.
"Hitwell is dead, and you need a new identity." Yi Kai scratched his head and said, "You can use Strange's identity for the time being, after all, it should be more convenient to use his."
On the other side of the phone, she replied in Strange's voice: "Yes, sir, this identity is indeed convenient..."