ATPnovel Chapter 359 It's not the same as I imagined
Chapter 359 It's not the same as I imagined
Because Melinda was so resentful, she surrounded the warehouse where Johnny Blaze was and bombed it for a full minute before she finally got over it.But the motorcycle that carried Johnny across the ocean and worked so hard had long since died without a single body, and even the handlebars were broken into three parts.
It would be okay if Johnny was in a transformed state. With the blessing of hellfire, it could automatically repair itself even if it was seriously damaged. But the critical moment it was bombed was in broad daylight.So now the knight does not die with his bare hands, but is trapped on foot.
"Who can imagine such a thing if you don't have magical powers? You should do your duty first." Evanson said with some helplessness. "Now that we know the direction in which the mother and son escaped, then..." Evan Sen asked Rumlow again, "Do you know their model number and license plate number?"
"Yes sir, the local police station has reported the details to us." Rumlow replied.
"Then let's search here first." Evanson said weakly, "If we know that such detailed information can't be found, those SHIELD satellites might as well crash as space junk."
"Please rest assured that they will be found soon, as long as they are still on the earth." Rumlow vowed.
"Huh." Melinda looked at Evanson's dejected look and gave a rare smile, "Not used to it?"
"What?" Evanson asked with drooped eyelids.
"Working on both ends, running around behind the target. One second you were rejoicing at the new information, but the next second you found that the information had become waste paper." Melinda stood beside Evan. Next to Mori, he put his hands on the table and said, "It's very frustrating, isn't it?"
"Sigh..." Evanson sighed and shook his head, "I'm not used to it." Although this is not the first time Evanson has been on a SHIELD mission, the previous missions were very directional, with the location and target marked. Wherever people arrive on time, they will be successful if they get things done.It's not like being led around by the nose this time. "But I thought your efficiency would be higher. After all, you are SHIELD agents."
"Agent..." Melinda said while operating the virtual interface and setting up the monitoring program for the mother and son's escape direction. "Everyone wants to be an agent when they are in adolescence, wearing tight leather clothes and sunglasses, with a cold face. Tell people this is a secret matter."
"Or wearing a windbreaker and holding two small pistols, rushing into a small room and doing random things, killing the terrorists and safeguarding world peace."
"Alas..." Melinda sighed, "I was deceived into the industry by Ms. Peggy Carter. Otherwise, you would only see me on the Olympic figure skating podium."
Evenson looked at Melinda sideways and thought that this was really possible. At least those women's figure skating champions were very average.
"But when I started going on missions, I discovered that the life of an agent was completely different from what I imagined." Melinda set up the data. She still didn't know what Evanson was thinking, and her eyes were blank. Looking ahead, he seemed to be thinking about some painful memories: "I stayed in a small space day and night, gnawing on cold bread in the work truck, always prepared to take bullets, and learned how to use bottles in a speeding car." …Forehead…"
; Melinda paused for a moment as she said this, not embarrassed to continue, but Evanson was immediately shocked by her and asked desperately, "Have you even learned this?"
Bang, oh!
Evanson rubbed his sore nose. "Actually, we are similar. When I was 14 years old, I knew that I could learn magic and become a warlock. I thought I could do whatever I wanted, but the reality is...sigh..." Evanson also sighed and shook his head. , he found that if he continued to speak, he would say bad words.
Unexpectedly, Rumlow's eyes suddenly turned red, and he jumped in and said, "I was originally a member of a shooting club, and then I was recruited directly into the SHIELD action team and was trained as a sniper. Not a bad career, right?" ?" Rumlow curled his lips, "Take someone's life thousands of miles away, or escape into the shadows with your back to a fire. It's so cool to think about it."
"But my first mission..." Rumlow said unbearably, "was to assassinate a warlord in the jungle of South America. My observer and I finally got into position on the sniper position, but later we discovered that the former S.H.I.E.L.D. There was a mistake, and that bastard won't come for five days."
"Think about it, I have to lie motionless in the summer tropical rainforest for five days." Rumlow stretched out his trembling right hand and gestured. Eaten alive, and on top of that I had to endure those animals on me... well, I had to live in my pants, and it was five days of hell."
Evenson raised his eyebrows and said to himself that SHIELD's intelligence error caused you to lie down in the jungle for five days. Is this the reason why you betrayed SHIELD and joined Hydra?
"Alas..." But Evanson had no intention of pursuing this now, and stretched out his hand to put on the shoulders of the two of them. "Everything in the world is unpredictable, and it is not easy. If you don't do everything yourself, you won't know the difficulty."
Looking at the three people who were reminiscing about their sorrow and sweetness, Claire raised her eyebrows and said, "This is completely because you are not mentally prepared, okay? Before I became a priest, I had never imagined standing in the distance, practicing boxing or kicking in Zamabu." But never complained.
At this moment, the virtual interface on the table suddenly flashed red, and the monitoring program set by Melinda was triggered. She immediately called up the picture and observed with a solemn expression, "We found the mother and son."
Although the daily life of SHIELD agents is different from what they imagined, it is still easy to track a single mother who has no professional training and whose counter-detection methods are quite naive.
"But they may be in trouble, and someone is following them." Melinda called up the pictures one after another, showing a convoy of three off-road vehicles. Behind the mother and son who fell down, "is Carrigan." Soon. She found out the identity of the tracker, the mercenary Shame who was now taking orders from Locke.
Then she picked up the communicator and "immediately adjust the course and head for the target location." Then she said to Rumlow, "Get your people ready for battle and show the color of those rogues."
At this time, Moru, who was aware of the situation, also came over and said, "Hurry, we must not let that child fall into Locke's hands."
"Wait." Evanson suddenly stopped him. "What are you going to do? We still need Carrigan to take us to find Locke. Isn't it too early to solve it now?"