I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

The rain is still falling.

The sudden shooting did not cause much disturbance.

Maybe it was the early morning, and with the heavy rain, there were only one or two pedestrians with umbrellas on the road who witnessed the whole process.

These people, with the indifference that one thing is worse than one less thing, did not take out their mobile phones to call the police, but instead accelerated the pace of their feet...

"Hu... hu... hu... hu..."

A burst of rapid breathing sounded in the car.

Rumlow, who was sitting in the driver's seat, endured the severe pain in every inch of his body and tried to take out the dagger from his boots.

That damn bastard, when I find you, I will torture you to death!

While scolding the guy who shot, he started cutting the stuck seat belt with the dagger in his hand.

If it weren't for the moment when he was about to hit the guardrail, he slammed on the brakes hard, and with the protection of the seat belt, he would have been in the violent collision, and with inertia, the whole person flew out of the car.

In that case, it's not as simple as just breaking two ribs and spraining the arm...

At this moment, a slight moan sounded from behind!

Rumlow turned his head alertly, but found that in this assassination, he was not the only one who survived...

Although his pale face was stained with blood, his eyes were dull.

However, the bald Sitwell was perhaps the least injured person in the entire car.

He was protected by the seat belt, but when the car hit the guardrail, he accidentally hit his forehead against the hard part of the seat in front of him, causing a brief dizziness.

At this time, he did not forget to hug the silver suitcase tightly in his arms.

"Sitwell? Are you all right?"

"I... I'm fine, just a little dizzy..."

Seeing that the bald brother was not dead, Rumlow was also secretly relieved.

Under such circumstances, the odds of survival for two people are definitely much higher than for one person...

After "tearing" the seat belt and cutting it, Rumlow did not immediately open the car door, but asked the bald brother behind him:

"Do you have your satellite phone on you? We need support!"

"It should be there, I'll look for..."

After the bald brother found his satellite phone, he immediately sent a support request to the nearest S.H.I.E.L.D. branch.

If it weren't for the death order above, if the identity of the Hydra could not be revealed at any time, the bald brother could not wait to inform him immediately that he was at the Hydra base in Japan and asked them to come to support him...

However, far water cannot save near fire.

Since the closest branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. is in Malacca, no matter how fast it is, it will take a certain amount of time to reach Tokyo.

There is no way, Rumlow can only rely on his years of mercenary experience and powerful survival skills to seek a chance of survival in such a desperate situation!

After looking around, Rumlow quickly came up with a simple escape plan.

"I don't know if that bastard is still somewhere, holding a gun, aiming at us. But staying in the car is not the way, we can only wait for support or counterattack until we find a safe place as soon as possible. So , wait a minute, I count to three, let's open the car door together and rush into the alley over there!"

After talking about his plan, Rumlow couldn't help but turn his head to look at the pale-headed brother, with a serious tone: "Do you understand?"

"Understood." Nodding, Sitwell couldn't help but tighten the suitcase in his arms.

It's not that Rumlow didn't think about throwing the bald brother down and running away by himself.

However, when he thought that the bald brother could still be used as a bait, Rumlow gave up the idea.

What's more, the suitcase in the bald brother's hand is also something that is very important to him, and he can't just leave the bald brother alone.

In that case, even if he fled back alone, he would not be able to escape the punishment from above.

The plan has been made, the next step is to implement...

"one…"

"two…"

"three!"

The voice just fell,

Rumlow and Sitwell simultaneously pushed open the car door that had been deformed due to the impact, facing the pouring rain, and rushed towards the alley on the left side of the car together!

In order to avoid the bullets that may be shot at any time, the two of them also squatted halfway, walking with snakeskin, and racing all the way.

Until the two rushed into the alley and leaned against the wall under the eaves, they did not hear any gunshots coming from their ears.

"Huh... he... he should go..."

The bald brother speculated while breathing heavily.

However, Rumlow, who was more physically fit, held the dagger in his hand tightly and remained vigilant at all times.

He didn't think the other party just left.

Not only that, his intuition told him that if the other party was a professional killer, it would be impossible to leave like this.

Don't know who the other party's target is, who or what.

However, Rumlow speculated that the other party should have come for the medicine in the suitcase.

Maybe, at this time, the other party is in a dark place, staring at them with those eyes without any emotion...

Thinking of this, Rumlow's inner sense of urgency surged up.

He looked at Sitwell, who was still breathing, and asked in a deep voice, "Okay? We have to leave here quickly and find a safe..."

Before Rumlow finished speaking, the mutation suddenly occurred!

A black figure, like a ghost in the dark night that comes and goes without a trace, falls from the sky along with the falling rain!

Snapped!

The boots stepped on the low-lying water and made a crisp sound.

For a time, the whole world seemed to stop.

Looking at the man in black who suddenly appeared in front of them, Rumlow and Sitwell both reacted as if they were conditioned reflexes while their eyes flashed in horror!

The bald man suddenly pulled out the pistol at his waist and tried to shoot at the man in black!

Rumlow, on the other hand, threw the fighting dagger in his hand to the chest of the man in black with a ruthless swing of his right hand!

Between the lightning and flint, the man in black moved!

He seemed to be prepared, and on his black gloved right hand, he was holding a very ordinary Beretta 92F tightly.

Raising the muzzle sharply, took the first step and pulled the trigger.

boom!

"what…"

It was too late to say that, the bald brother who had just put his finger on the trigger was directly shot through his arm by a bullet. The severe pain caused him to let go of the pistol in his hand while shouting.

After accurately shooting Sitwell's arm holding the gun, the man in black did not forget to dodge a little sideways, dodging the direct dagger.

Until then, the bald brother's Glock 18 fell to the ground and made a "slap!" sound...

Looking at the two people who were facing the enemy, the corners of their mouths hidden under the white civet cat mask could not help but rise slightly.