For the next three days, the two of them waited in the abandoned factory.
Most of the time, Phil was trying his best to familiarize himself with the Kunlun Qi Refinement technique and the stealth armor.
Luke, on the other hand, was analyzing the intelligence.
He had gathered some of it himself, and Nick had passed it on to Phil.
In a week at most, the two of them would secretly arrest some members of SHIELD.
If there was nothing wrong with the other party, Nick would arrange a rescue so that the other party could return to SHIELD safely after a "thrilling" experience.
If the other party was Hydra, the only outcome would be to disappear.
With Phil as a partner, the division of the "snake hunting operation" was very clear.
Nick gave the target and provided the other party's whereabouts.
Big Dipper was in charge of the attack and was responsible for all military issues.
Phil would assist and resolve any unexpected situations during the operation.
During the interrogation, Big Dipper only wanted intelligence on Hydra members, and Phil would ask about SHIELD himself.
Luke was indeed interested in S.H.I.E.L.D., but there was no need to argue with Nick Fury at a time like this.
Hmph, did he really think that the mental amplifier had to be a "helmet" and that it had to be worn on his head?
A helmet was just the most portable and easy to wear.
A remote device that could receive the other party's mental energy was enough to be effective from a hundred meters away.
At that time, Phil would be asking questions enthusiastically, but he definitely wouldn't get as much as Luke. Phil didn't have Mental Communication!
Superpowers were meaningless if they weren't used to cheat.
After Nick made up his mind, he was quite efficient.
Very soon, the first target was chosen. It was an agent who was an ordinary friend of Garrett, and who had been secretly in contact with Garrett during the investigation.
Although there wasn't enough evidence, Nick wouldn't talk about evidence now.
There was no need to talk about evidence with Hydra.
Luke and Phil hid in a bathroom cubicle in a low-end hotel in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Relying on their armor to hide their scents, the wait wasn't too hard.
Phil was lost for words.
So what if it was high-tech? So what if you were rich? You didn't even need to enjoy the stench when you were squatting.
When he first entered the profession, he had even jumped over dung pits.
Although that was when he was being chased, it really couldn't compare to this treatment.
Luke sent a message. "Why do bad guys and agents like to meet in the bathroom?"
Phil was stunned. He hadn't expected Big Dipper to suddenly ask such a senseless question.
But he didn't have to think to give a very convincing answer, "Because anyone who takes off their pants will feel a sense of insecurity, and even running away will be difficult."
Luke imagined himself running out of the bathroom with his bird and onto the street, and had to admit that his answer was correct.
After people invented underwear, losing this layer of protection would bring about a strong sense of insecurity. This would undoubtedly make every movement extremely uncomfortable.
This kind of discomfort in battle was very fatal.
Luke said, "It's not like the contact person will take off his pants, right?"
Phil said, "But if a normal person comes in, they would definitely take off their pants. Otherwise, it would be abnormal, and the target would be obvious."
Luke said, "Fine, I'm glad we came in invisible."
Phil said, "He's here."
Two minutes later, two groups of people entered the bathroom one after the other. There were two more people guarding the door.
Instead of going to the bathroom, they checked the cubicles before they stood in front of the sink again and put down their suitcases.
The unlucky group was the first to open the suitcase and push it to the leader of the other group, who was a middle-aged white man.
He picked up a few items in the suitcase, put on a magnifying glass and a few gadgets, and examined them carefully.
A moment later, he nodded in satisfaction. "There's nothing wrong with the goods."
As he spoke, he pushed the suitcase he had brought over to the black man in the lead.
The black man eagerly opened the suitcase and quickly checked the money inside.
Although the two of them had made more than one transaction, they absolutely couldn't trust the integrity of the other party in this line of work. People with integrity wouldn't do this.
At that moment, the door suddenly opened.
Four people in combat uniforms rushed over with their waists bent, and the submachine guns in their hands opened fire.
In an instant, five or six of the two groups of people in the bathroom fell.
Then, a chaotic battle began, and deafening gunshots echoed in the bathroom.
The party that came later had fewer people, and had the advantage.
Both parties were flustered because of the large number of people, but after a long period of fighting, they put up a desperate resistance.
In the middle of this fierce battle, none of the three parties paid attention to the faint clicking sounds.
With the clicking sounds, two of the four men in black combat uniforms fell, and two of the two parties also fell.
The battle continued.
People kept falling. By the time the middle-aged white man came back to his senses, he found that he was the only one left in the bathroom staring at a man in a black combat uniform.
Almost without hesitation, both sides pulled the triggers.
At the same time, two inconspicuous clicking sounds rang out.
Both of them fell at the same time.
The difference was that blood burst out of the middle-aged white man's chest, while the man in the black combat uniform only shook a little before he collapsed in surprise.
There was only one thought in the unconscious man's mind: How is this possible?
They had a complete plan, and they were wearing bulletproof vests and helmets. Logically speaking, it was impossible for them to die together.
But in fact, all three parties in the bathroom had collapsed, and more than ten people were lying on the ground.
The lights in the bathroom suddenly went out, and Luke and Phil walked out of the cubicle.
Phil covered the last black combat uniform with optical camouflage and carried him out of the back door.
Luke, on the other hand, put the middle-aged white man's body and the two boxes they had traded in his inventory before he left.
Two minutes later, the three men in black combat uniforms suddenly woke up and got up.
Sensing the dead silence, they turned on their tactical flashlights.
Looking at the bodies on the ground, their expressions turned ugly.
After a quick check, they realized that their captain and the middle-aged white man were missing. Their expressions turned even uglier.
What did it feel like for a pride of lions to be f * cked by a bunch of coyotes and even get rid of the lion king? That was probably how they felt at that moment.
One of the three quickly made a call, and at the same time, the other two chased away the terrified employees who were peeping outside the bathroom.
They had killed a bunch of people at a fast food restaurant abroad and lost their captain. This time, they were in trouble.
On the other side, Phil moved forward and soon arrived at an old bungalow a kilometer away. He entered the basement from the storage room.
Luke walked behind them and cleaned up all the traces on the way.
This matter might attract Hydra members, and they couldn't let them notice anything unusual on their first operation.
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