Chapter 853： Madame Gao

"Marvel's I Can Control Metal (

Leo glanced upstairs, Jenny and George were still packing their things.

The two packed up the big bags again, and it seems that it will take a while.

Leo put on his glasses altogether, and on the two small transparent screens in front of him, the information passed to him by Nick Fury appeared very clearly.

After a quick scan, Leo couldn't help being surprised.

Unexpectedly, the information Nick Fury gave himself was so detailed, including the 22 small strongholds throughout New York, and even the estimated combat power of the strongholds were all included in the data.

It also contains a large number of peripheral personnel of the Shouhehui, the principals of the stronghold, and some major combat killers.

Among them are the identities of two gold medal killers, 22 silver medal killers, and more ordinary killers.

Among the two gold medal killers, one of them participated in the siege of the black prison and had been executed by Leo.

But the other two have no information.

After all, the information of S.H.I.E.L.D. is not that comprehensive and a bit outdated.

But these top-secret information, of course, are of great help to Leo.

And in the entire data, naturally there is also the rumored "Mrs. Gao" data.

However, there is no photo. There is a profile portrait of a young Asian lady with a gloomy face. It also proves that Mrs. Gao is the manager of the New York Hand Union.

Looking at the portrait in the data, Leo's eyes were even darker, and he clenched his fist in his hand and disappeared in place.

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More than ten kilometers away, in a small hand-in-hand association base on the edge of New York City, Mrs. Gao, who was sitting still in place, suddenly stood up.

Frowning tightly, carefully watching everything around him.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

The two entourages on the side looked at Madam Gao in confusion and asked.

They have followed Mrs. Gao for a long time, but she has a habit of never staying in one stronghold for more than three days before going to another stronghold to rest.

But this time, after returning from the black prison mission, the sacrifices were extremely heavy, and Mrs. Gao moved directly to this almost remote base.

Mrs. Gao, with a gloomy face, frowned tightly, and a very strong anxiety surged from her heart.

She has been like this several times, escaped several mission failures and survived.

But not once was it as strong as this time, as if he had half-footed into the edge of hell.

Mrs. Gao had no basis for her feelings, but she did not hesitate to believe her subconscious.

Because she understood that she had escaped many life and death crises by this feeling.

Including this time, after returning from the black prison, there was always a slight anxiety in my heart.

Thinking of the small helicopter exploding on the rooftop and the Zhi Yanxia, ​​Madam Gao suddenly widened her eyes.

"Withdraw, withdraw from here now!!"

The other two silver medal killers couldn't help but dare not deny Mrs. Gao's decision.

‘Unconditionally obey the orders of senior members’, this is the ironclad rule of hand union.

"Yes, boss."

The two picked up the commonly used weapons and walked out following Madam Gao's footsteps.

At the same time, outside the secret room, there are more than a dozen ordinary assassins and two silver medal assassins who exercise, study, or rest in it.

Mrs. Gao stopped the movement of the two behind her, and her pace accelerated a little further, "We can leave, don't say anything!!"

The two people behind them also frowned tightly. Looking at the people below, there was a trace of uncomfortableness in their eyes, but they still said coldly, "Do you want to start self-destruction?"

In the words, it was obvious that everyone left here would be buried in it.

"No, don't disturb anyone here, I don't want anyone to notice that something is wrong here!!"

Mrs. Gao's footsteps are a bit faster, she is obviously walking fast, but it is several times faster than ordinary people running.

And under the footsteps, there was no sound, like a ghost floating in the air.

The two elite silver medal killers behind them all have to run to keep up with Mrs. Gao's pace.

The three of them passed another trail, but within two minutes of effort, they left this extremely hidden stronghold.

Mrs. Gao looked at the small helicopter placed in the warehouse, but got into an ordinary BMW.

"Drive, head towards the city center."

Mrs. Gao said coldly, with a trace of anxiety in her words.

The two dared not delay, they hurriedly got in the car, obeyed Mrs. Gao's orders, and set off toward the center of New York.

"Is it going to base three?"

The man who drove asked, because Base No. 3 was the only small base in the center of the city.

"No, just drive, don't talk."

Madam Gao gasped slightly, stretched out her hand to caress her chest, and pressed down the crazy beating heart.

"I seem to have made a wrong decision."

The surrounding area was obviously brilliant daylight, but Mrs. Gao felt a chill.

Before she finished speaking, she felt a slight shock in her waist, took out the communication device, and one of the twenty-five points on it had disappeared.

"Base No. 3 was actually destroyed."

Madam Gao looked at the communication device in her hand and couldn't help but mutter.

As a result, before she finished her words, she saw another bright spot extinguished, which meant that a stronghold was completely destroyed.

In the next minute, eight light spots had disappeared.

And still disappearing the remaining light spots at the same speed.

Mrs. Gao looked at the communicator in her hand, her face turned pale.

"Someone is sniping our stronghold, and being able to find our position so accurately, it seems that SHIELD may have made an attack."

"They dare to do this. Did they send troops or use missiles? How could this happen!!"

The one on the side asked so puzzled.

Mrs. Gao looked back. At this time, she was only three kilometers away from the stronghold she had just left.

In less than a minute, there were a few consecutive shocks on the communicator, and the light spot that originally represented the base behind him also disappeared.

Madam Gao's face paled slightly, and she looked behind her attentively.

But only a small black shadow with a little golden light flew out from the stronghold.

But under that body, there was a flash of fire, although it was not so conspicuous under the bright sun.

‘Boom Rumble...’

A faint sound of explosions and building collapse came from behind, making the car speed a few minutes faster.

After Madam Gao glanced at the figure in the air, she didn't even have the courage to look again, or the throbbing in her heart made her unable to do it.

In the next second, the small figure already disappeared.

In the next time, I watched the light spots in my hand disappear. Every stronghold was the painstaking effort of Mrs. Gao and the achievements of many years in New York.

They were completely destroyed one by one.

Madam Gao's eyes were flushed with anger, and there was also the fear of that figure.

The stronghold was destroyed, and no news came out, even the army could not do it.

Looking at the movement just now, the whole movement trend looks like a shot alone.

But if it is really done by one person, then how strong this person should be! !