Marvel turns into Iron Man

420 Chapter 418 Rescue

When it was packaged and sold, Miss Stark reminded the benefits of working with drones, and then tried to sell her own drones.

It's just that SHIELD has already spent a lot of money on buying battle suits, and it's not that there is no drone technology in the bureau, so they didn't buy them.

Although the hard power is not as good as the Kestrel drone produced by Miss Stark, it is at least usable and cheap.

The six micro-drones of the Rumlow team took off immediately, and marked each heat source captured by infrared cameras on the eyepieces.

Through the cold steel wall, the crimson appearance of the human body can be clearly seen clearly.

The same video capture results were also sent to the eyepiece on Natasha's visor through the wireless transceiver.

Only he, Captain America, Steve Rogers doesn't have it - because he doesn't deserve it.

His Kevlar suit by Miss Stark has no electronics at all.

Strictly speaking, it doesn't count as anything, after all, the electromagnetic adsorption system uses electricity anyway.

It's just that his visor doesn't have the bright green see-through function of the DC Batman next door who has been criticized by Miss Stark.

The stealth mode provides these agents with excellent protection, even standing in front of the enemy, the enemy will not notice it at all.

In less than 2 minutes, the action team led by Lang Mlow cleaned up the enemies at the stern.

At the same time, the kitchen where the SHIELD personnel were held was completely surrounded, and the doors and windows on both sides were ready for an assault.

The cutting-edge combat suit naturally provides a magnetic attraction function that is not inferior to Spiderman's special ability, allowing the agents to climb the wall of the ship and climb to the glass outside the kitchen restaurant.

And when the action team was in place, there was a report from Rogers that the bow part of the ship had been cleaned up.

"Rum, how's the situation over there?"

"Sir, we are ready to break in and await orders—"

Hearing the other party's answer, Rogers was indeed surprised at the speed of Agent Aegis.

He has cooperated with Lang Muluo's action team more than once or twice, and he is very clear about their own strength.

It's just that Captain Rogers still doesn't know the existence of the special battle uniform worn by Lang Muluo and others, and this group of people didn't tell him what they meant at all.

"I told Bartok that if we want a ransom, we'd better give them some dead bodies."

Wearing a brown jacket and holding a submachine gun, the mercenary kicked the leg of the hostage under his feet and said impatiently.

In the kitchen, S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel were placed in a circle under the dining table with their hands and feet caught by plastic strips.

Two of the three mercenaries guarding them stood in front of the doors on both sides of the kitchen, while the other walked around the restaurant.

Obviously, these people are indeed just a group of guys planning to come and rob.

Agent Sitwell, whose hands and feet were also tied, looked at the person walking in front of him and shook his head slightly.

Deep down in his heart, he refused. It was only because there were no weapons on board that it became what it is now.

Sitwell had to provide life support for these fifteen scientists and engineers, so he voluntarily gave up resistance.

But look at this group of mercenaries with empty weapons, no order, and low quality.

Sitwell could only mock from the bottom of his heart, these idiots had no idea who they had offended.

He had already seen the muzzle of the gun deliberately protruding from the opposite window, so he was not in a hurry.

"I hate waiting, call the people in the engine room, and when the ransom is paid I want the boat to leave immediately."

On the bridge not far away, the leader of this group of mercenaries, George Bartok, was standing where the captain stayed and looking into the distance.

He once again rejected the request of his subordinates and asked them to continue to wait.

Although he successfully hijacked the mobile launch platform, Bartok's expression was still a bit ugly.

In fact, only he himself knows one thing, that is, he has to delay time.

Bartok is waiting for the arrival of S.H.I.E.L.D. support, but the reason cannot be told to anyone, that is, he has a deeper identity.

He, Georges Bartok, was a former top international agent from the French External Security Service.

Now under Nick Fury's hands, he has become a non-staff agent who is not affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D.

It sounds bluffing, but it's really just a group of undocumented agents under the leadership of Nick Fury who wiped his ass.

Strictly speaking, the time of this hijacking was simply that the agents of the SHIELD hijacked the ships of the SHIELD and kidnapped the agents of the SHIELD.

Although it seems a bit nonsense, such a thing did happen, and it was an order from the chief.

The mercenaries are a group of bastards he hired from the dark web, and they are just a group of short-sighted discarded children.

When Bartok took over the task, he also learned from the director what the director was going to do.

There are traitors within S.H.I.E.L.D., and Bartok is on a mission to create chaos so Fury's cronies can get on board.

Only in this way can he find information about traitors in the data management database of the mobile launch platform.

Bartok knew the chief's purpose, so he could only cooperate and wait for the support force from S.H.I.E.L.D. to arrive.

And this time, he waited for a full six hours, and by the time his mercenaries were completely annoyed.

"I can't wait, who wants to come first, you, come here."

One of the mercenaries dragged a female employee out of the row by pulling her by the hair, and put a pistol to her head.

"On your marks, ready, and take my orders—three, two, one!"

When Rogers yelled "One", several agents who had already put the enemy's head in the center of the red dot indicator's front sight immediately pulled the trigger.

The glass was just ordinary glass, so it couldn't stop the bullet, so it was shattered immediately.

The gates on both sides were blown to pieces at the same time, and Lang Muluo rushed in with people.

The remaining mercenary had his brain shattered before he could raise his gun.

His body fell down weakly, right in front of the bound Sitwell agent.

"I've already told you that we at S.H.I.E.L.D. will never accept any negotiations and compromises—too bad you won't listen."

But Agent Sitwell, who saw this scene, just shrugged his shoulders lightly, with a smile on his face.

"Communications were completely cut off and I couldn't get in touch with anyone."

The mercenary beside Bartok turned off the communicator, raised his head and spoke to his boss.

Hearing such words, Bartok couldn't help frowning.

There is probably only one result of the sudden loss of contact, that is, the support of S.H.I.E.L.D. has arrived and solved everyone.

And at the same time he was thinking, Bartok noticed a ray of light from the corner of his eye.

The red and white metal shield shattered the glass of the bridge out of thin air. If he hadn't squatted down in time, he might have lost a layer of his head.

Bartok thought with an ugly face, but didn't delay, and rushed directly to the other side of the bridge.