Chapter 422

After she came out of the s.h.i.e.l.d., Natasha hid from the wandering rebel forces and was ready to try her luck in the atlas headquarters building. As a result, when she was three blocks away from the atlas headquarters, she heard bursts of gunfire over there.

Natasha's little face turned white immediately. The Hydra hit the door. What if Fisher gets cold? As a result, when she swayed the basketball wrapped in tight clothes and rushed slowly, she saw a row of combat robots carrying weapons to replenish guns for the corpses on the ground, and many snake demon soldiers wearing heavy armor were helping the robots carry the corpses.

“？？？”

Looking at the robot with Atlas logo printed on her and the snake demon soldiers of Hydra fighting together, Natasha's heart suddenly cooled and her brain filled in the picture of Fisher being assassinated by Hydra, then Hydra took over the atlas combat force, and finally the atlas fleet was deployed over the world.

When Natasha was about to sneak into the building to find out, she collided with a team of snake demon soldiers. Before she rushed to the melee to solve the team of soldiers, the other party took the initiative to lay down her weapons.

At this time, Natasha reacted that her brain supplement was a little excessive. According to her incomplete understanding of Fisher, the other party was absolutely unfathomable, or the guy always liked to hide! God knows what's under that guy's face before the last piece of camouflage cloth is lifted!

What makes Natasha curious is that the expressionless snake demon soldiers are cold, efficient and silent. Since she was brought into the building by the robot, the soldiers haven't said a word, and even their breathing rate is surprisingly similar.

Atlas, what's hidden!

But Natasha didn't see Fisher himself in his office. Instead, she saw the machine housekeeper of the building. The other party politely invited her to drink a bowl of sugar water, and then politely refused her request to send out a violent and terrorist mobile response force.

"Why, world security has reached a precarious point!"

"Atlas is only a private enterprise, not a national institution. Its actions in the United States need to be authorized!"

"The White House has been bombed. How can I authorize you!"

"But the president didn't fall into each other's hands!"

"I...!" If she hadn't seen the other party's understatement to solve the six heavily armed Hydra soldiers, and the blood of the mantis knife hidden under the arm armor was not dry, Natasha really wanted to give the other party's Tin head a blow.

"Damn it, I knew I couldn't count on a capitalist!" Natasha slammed the door angrily. Since she couldn't count on Fisher, she settled it herself!

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"Oh, woman, I just can't hold my breath!"

Fisher, who received the report, shook his head. The Hydra didn't even have complete control over the aogou class. If he went out and solved the enemy with great speed, what about these ships? Back to countries? As a qualified wool plucking master, Fisher naturally could not agree. Even he took control of the Hydra and stuffed the Hydra personnel in other areas into the team to seize the ship, and then these hydras were consumed by the internal defense system of the ship.

The nine headed snake soldiers who fell in front of automatic machine guns and laser stumbling mines have piled up like a mountain, and the fierce smell of blood has been blown out along the channel by the air conditioning system. Now these paralyzed aogou level are like a delicious hedgehog for the nine headed snake. They can break through its spikes and devour the sweet flesh and blood, but it is the last layer of spikes, Fifty percent of Hydra's manpower has been completely dragged to death, and this proportion is rising. Even Hydra has been ordered by Fisher to stop its attack on the Pentagon and join the ship attack sequence.

Pierce, who played hide and seek with two fallen people in the White House, also received a forged order from Fisher. The other party wanted to connect the communication to scold Malik Gideon, but the communication was intermittent. He could only vaguely hear what a celebration party seemed to be holding opposite, so pierce angrily left all his men, With only baldheaded brother and romlow and a small guard, he was ready to see what Malik was doing.

The convoy ran all the way across the White House lawn to rock Bay, north of the Special Administrative Region, where Malik's base was.

But as soon as the convoy reached the Columbia Highlands, an atlas six wheeled armored vehicle rushed out of the slash.

The six wheeled armored vehicle with collision angle impolitely overturned the head of the team and knocked the Chevrolet off the road. Then two triple 14.5mm machine guns and 20mm automatic guns deployed on the roof of the armored vehicle impolitely turned the Chevrolet and the soldiers into a burning fireball.

"Back, back!" Before the driver of the second car had time to shift back, the tail car behind the team was blown to pieces by an energy pulse again.

Then another atlas armored car ran over the wreckage and hit the tail of the penultimate car.

Pierce's team has a total of five Chevrolets. Now the head and tail have been killed. The remaining three vehicles are directly blocked together. They have no choice but to advance and retreat. The team protecting pierce can only get off and fight, and expects nearby friendly forces to support them.

"Atlas, why is atlas here!" Alexander Pierce, who was holding his injured arm in the car, couldn't believe his eyes. Didn't he say that Fisher had been killed?

"I don't know, sir. What shall we do now?" The bald man who threw the locator in the car also gave full play to his superb acting skills, pretending to be afraid and shrinking in the car.

There were screams outside the car. As soon as pierce got off the car, the escort team was knocked down by smoke penetrating bullets. The dense bullet rain impolitely tore the armor of the escort team, and then smashed the blood and flesh wrapped inside.

Pierce could only see a flash of color in the whole team, and then he could no longer hear the voice of his men, only the crackle of burning vehicles.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the car. The bald man shrank in the car took a deep breath, then pressed himself as low as possible, and then looked at the bloody window, on which a very fuzzy figure was projected.

After shaking for a few seconds, the figure disappeared again, but the next second, the window was smashed open by someone's rough fist, and then the air with bloody and burnt smell poured into the car. In the inner scream of brother bald, the whole door was completely torn off.