I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

When Sitwell opened the suitcase, five orange potions were quietly stored inside.

"This is the latest research result."

"What is the success rate?"

"Ten percent..."

Hearing this percentage, the bald brother's brows couldn't help but wrinkle, and he said solemnly, "This is still very low."

The woman took a sip of the whisky in her glass, then spread out her hands, and said meaningfully: "What can I say? This potion is inherently unstable, and not everyone can be a lucky one..."

"Did you say so?"

In this regard, the bald brother and the crossbones who are only responsible for running errands are not qualified to express any opinions.

Closing the suitcase and holding it in his hand, the bald brother looked at the woman and said, "The receipt of the goods is confirmed. As for your research funds, it will soon enter your account."

"Oh!" The woman's eyes flashed a hint of orange light, then she got up, stretched out her hand to the bald brother, and smiled: "Happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!"

After the transaction was completed, Sitwell and Rumlow had no attachment, and then turned and left the room.

When I came to the hall, I called a few members of the special team. They protected the "goods" and stepped into the elevator when they came.

Standing on the rooftop opposite the building, the mysterious figure disappeared without a trace...

As soon as he left the gate of the building, Rumlow beckoned and instructed one of his subordinates, "Go and drive the car over, let's get out of this ghost place."

"Yes!"

Soon after, two black Mercedes-Benz sedans, carrying Rumlow and his party, left Kabukicho.

The car went along the road, heading south.

Their purpose is to be located at the mouth of the Tama River at the southeastern tip of Tokyo's Ota Ward.

A S.H.I.E.L.D. Kun-style fighter plane was already there at Haneda International Airport, waiting for a long time.

Sitting in the speeding car, Rumlow glanced at the suitcase that the bald brother had been holding tightly in his arms, and then said, "I don't like these guys, they are a bunch of lunatics..."

Although he didn't like the bald head, at least the two were on the same side.

As for the woman just now, hehe...

The bald brother was a little surprised when Rumuro suddenly spoke up. He was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted: "I can see it. However, this is an order from above, and neither you nor I can change it."

"Besides, we need their research. After all, we can't say for sure that someday we'll be able to use what's in here..."

As he spoke, Sitwell patted the suitcase with his hand, as if he meant something.

Rumlow, who knew something about the medicine in the suitcase, also closed his mouth when he heard this.

A moment of silence fell in the car.

Just as the two black Mercedes-Benz left the avenue and came to the road with relatively sparse traffic, before noticing, a dense drizzle began to float in the sky, and it had a tendency to gradually increase.

And in the dark rainy night, on a low building about 800 meters in front of the road, a black figure suddenly appeared!

Wearing a black hooded windbreaker and a white civet cat mask, this weirdo with no features at all was holding a black AWM sniper rifle, aiming ahead.

Obviously, his target is the two Mercedes-Benzes in motion!

The drifting raindrops did not prevent him from setting up the sniper rifle in his hand and adjusting the scope. The driver of the Mercedes-Benz car driving in the front was set into the crosshair of the scope.

The entire figure, integrated with the night, stood motionless in the rain, as if calculating the wind speed and raindrops and other adverse factors, any impact on the shooting...

The Rum Luoyi group sitting in the car never thought that a black-clothed death god in the distance was staring at them, waiting for the fatal blow.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the distance between the two cars is getting closer and closer.

Seven hundred meters…

600 meters…

Five hundred meters…

at this time,

He pulled the trigger!

boom!

A crisp gunshot covered by the sound of rain disappeared instantly before it started.

The flying bullets spun wildly, shot through the falling raindrops, penetrated the space, carried a burst of wind, and accurately hit the driver of the car driving in front.

With a sound of "Pfft!", the head of the driver sitting in the driver's seat was like a squashed watermelon, and a big hole was blown out all of a sudden!

Brains and blood spurted out in all directions, dyeing the entire car window a glowing red.

squeak~~~z~~~

The vehicle that lost the driver was like an out-of-control bison, the tires slid violently, and accompanied by a dashing drift, it directly hit a street light not far away!

boom!

Under the surprised gazes of Rumlow, Sitwell and the others in the other car, the hit vehicle was directly smashed on the roof by the fallen street lamp.

Judging from the sunken roof, the other three people in the car are also in bad luck.

Rumlow, who witnessed all this, did not lose his fighting instinct as a mercenary. He immediately slapped the driver's seat vigorously and shouted loudly:

"Quick! Quick! Get out of here!!"

However, the second blow that followed was so timely!

boom!

The car where Rumlow and the bald brother were in also experienced the same situation, and the driver's head was opened!

However, this time, with the top mercenary Rumlow present, the lives of the remaining three people in the car were temporarily saved...

"Damn it!"

While yelling, Rumlow didn't forget to get into the driver's seat from the back seat, kicking the headless corpse out of the car.

After taking over the steering wheel, he slammed on the accelerator and drove forward at full speed in a zigzag run.

Rainy night, on the road at one o'clock in the morning, a battle

Just when Rumlow rushed to 120 miles per hour and drove a few hundred meters away, thinking that he was out of the opponent's attack range...

boom!

The third shot is here again!

This time, the killer in black is not targeting the driver's head, but the vehicle's tires!

With a "pop", the car that was moving at high speed was hit on the right front wheel and lost its balance instantly!

The whole car seemed to be hit hard by a huge force, and it shifted to the right.

Holding the steering wheel tightly, Rumlow twisted abruptly in order to stop the out of control car.

However, things didn't go as he had hoped...

With a screeching sound of friction, the black Mercedes-Benz on the move rolled over!

The car turned over a few times on the slippery road, and finally slammed into the guardrail on the side with a "boom".

A burst of black gunpowder slowly floated up from the car...

The killer standing on the rooftop did not leave, but held a gun and continued to observe the movement of the vehicle using the sight of the scope.

He seemed to have a feeling that the other party didn't die so easily...