v4 Chapter 191： Help from a friend (second)

Wu Yang put down Natasha who was faint. "Natasha, wake up, wake up, and throw you into the lake without waking up, hi."

"Wu Yang ..." Natasha's mouth suddenly appeared in these words.

Wu Yang froze for a moment, "Suddenly called my name at this time, could you have dreamed of me in a dream?"

"I will kill you, kill you ..."

"Even if it is a dream, it is also a nightmare. Even when I was in a coma, I was thinking about killing me. I was really impressed. I said with a sense of accomplishment." Wu Yang put a hand in Na Tasha's face was gently stroked.

Natasha's body trembled a bit, and she continued, "Wu Yang, I hate you, there are so many broken bodies ..."

After a while, Natasha's eyes slowly opened.

Wu Yang took his hand off Natasha's face. "You're awake."

Natasha sat up slowly and looked around. "Have we escaped?"

"Yeah, escaped." Wu Yang smiled.

"It seems you saved me, Captain, thank you." Natasha smiled.

Wu Yang shook his head. "No thanks, we are team members now and we should have supported each other."

"Really?" Natasha suddenly felt a little lost.

"what happened?"

"I thought I knew who I was killing for, now ..." Natasha shook her head with a mockery.

Wu Yang smiled, "Don't you know now?"

"If I die under that missile, I don't think I'm going to be reconciled. It doesn't make sense to die, for whom?" Natasha said mockingly.

"Obviously, it did not die for itself or for SHIELD. After all, that missile was" shot "by SHIELD." Wu Yang said lightly.

"The SHIELD is now Hydra."

"Anyway, we now know who the opponent is, which is not too meaningless, and we are still alive." Wu Yang laughed.

Natasha looked at Wu Yang. "You are really optimistic."

"Natasha, don't you go and kill those guys with me? If you want to kill us, you should pay the price." Wu Yang held out a hand towards Natasha.

Natasha smiled with "Lu", "You don't need your hands, and I'm afraid I vomit again." Natasha stood up.

"That's really heartbreaking."

Natasha looked at the lake in front. "You're right. I don't work for anyone now. I myself, if I want to kill me, it depends on whether they have that ability."

"Let's go." Wu Yang walked forward.

"Where to go?" Natasha asked.

"A friend of mine."

"You still have friends? It won't be as old as you." Natasha smiled.

"Go and you will know."

An ordinary house in Washington, DC.

Sam Wilson, who had just returned from morning training, poured himself a cup of cow * 'milk', and as he was preparing to drink, the sound of knocking on the door came in.

Sam opened the door and saw Wu Yang and Natasha, who were ashen-faced, and froze, "you ..."

"I'm sorry, but we need to avoid the limelight now," Wu Yang said solemnly.

auzw.com "Everyone who knows us wants to kill us." Natasha said.

Sam looked at the two and said, "Except me, come in."

Wu Yang and Natasha sat on the sofa, and Sam came over, "I made breakfast, and you can eat fireworks on earth."

"Of course." Wu Yang smiled.

After breakfast, Natasha and Wu Yang watched TV, and Sam was washing dishes in the kitchen.

"The question now is, who has the right to fire missiles in the United States at SHIELD?" Natasha said lightly.

"This is only Pierce. Pierce is really well-intentioned."

"But he just stayed in the safest building in the world, and I remember there was the bald Sitwell on the satellite that" shot "that day." Natasha thought about it.

Wu Yang smiled, "Do you want to arrest him for interrogation?"

"Why not? Maybe he is the breach." Natasha smiled.

"Can I help?" Sam came over and handed Wu Yang a copy.

Wu Yang took a serious look, but of course he didn't look in. "Sam, you want to help us?"

"of course."

"But you're in danger, and I can't let you join us."

"Captain America needs help. As a citizen of the United States, I can't hold back."

"Don't you really regret it?"

"I won't regret it."

Wu Yang nodded. "Ok, now that you have said no regrets, what else can I say? What do you need?"

"A set of falcon equipment." Sam took out another document and handed it to Wu Yang.

Wu Yang glanced, "Where is this thing?"

"The last set is in Fort Meade, with three protective doors behind a twelve-inch-thick steel wall."

Wu Yang raised a brow. "No problem, just get it."

The next day, the three of Wu Yang went to Middelburg and took the falcon equipment Sam needed. Falcon equipment is a tool for air combat using a biplane backpack system. In short, it is a Kind of flying equipment.

In front of a high-end restaurant, a bald Sitwell and a fat man in a suit walked under the **** of a bodyguard. This fat man in a suit is a member of the congress, what's his name, forget it, the dragon suit doesn't need a name.

"I have to go back tonight." The Fatty MP said to Sitwell.

"What happened? Mr. MP."

The fat expression of the Fatty Member's face, "It's nothing, right. Twenty-three-year-old, hot, pretty spicy. I remember she wanted to be a reporter. I don't remember. Who cares to listen to her."

"It doesn't seem to be a big problem," Sitwell laughed.

"Really? She scratched my back so badly that she wanted to be caught again." The Fatty Councilman's expression was so low at home, "Here, it doesn't seem to be appropriate to say this, your pins are good."

"Thank you for the compliment." Sitwell laughed.

"Hug." The Fatty MP hugs Sitwell, and the Fatty MP whispered in Sitwell's ear, "Long live the Hydra."

After the hug, the Fatty Member was escorted by the bodyguard.

Sitwell's cell phone suddenly rang. Sitwell took a look. It was Pierce's call and immediately connected. "Hey, sir."

"Agent Sitwil, it's good for lunch."

Unfamiliar voice, Sitwell's face changed, "Who are you?" ..