Faced with the reward of ten Jade Talismans, the Predators agreed without hesitation to kill a few Blue Natives.
Moreover, the agreement between the Predators and William was that they had to obtain William's permission to enter the Blue Planet.
The ordinary Predators, who couldn't act on the Blue Planet because of the agreement, were all a little impatient when they heard the news.
They invited William to board the combat spaceship and turned on the stealth mode. In just a few minutes, they arrived at North Africa, which was more than 1,500 kilometers away.
At around one o 'clock in the morning, twelve Predators activated the stealth mode of their armor and walked out of the spaceship. They quietly walked into the secret camp of Satan's Hand in North Africa.
With the intelligence support of the Spider Robot and the Predators' own infrared detection technology, the hidden sentries in the camp didn't raise any alarms before they were stabbed in the heart by the invisible Predators with their mouths covered.
William stood on the bridge of the spaceship and silently watched the merciless Iron Blood Warriors split up in pairs and scatter in all directions.
Hidden in the darkness, it was a hunt without any suspense or mercy.
It only took ten minutes for the 39 mercenaries in the camp to be killed by the Predators.
When these unsatisfied guys heard William say that they could make specimens according to their tradition, they returned to the camp with joy.
They broke the spines of the dead mercenaries, pulled out their skulls, and hung them in the mercenary barracks.
Looking at the bloody barracks in the camp, William was disgusted for a moment. He thought of the three engineers who optimized the design for him.
He had no sympathy for these mercenaries who didn't need to kill the three engineers.
Since these bastards liked to torture and kill their own kind, there was nothing to say about them dying at the hands of the Predators, who were even more perverted.
Moreover, William also had the intention of warning and intimidating other forces. Therefore, after cleaning up the camp,
He led the Predators to South Africa, which was more than 500 kilometers away, to find the mastermind behind the attack.
The supervisor of C1A South Africa was one of the four high-ranking members of Satan's Hand who had escaped.
On the rooftop of an ordinary residential area in South Africa, the four high-ranking members of Satan's Hand were waiting for the supervisor of C1A.
The deal began. William confirmed that the computer that the four mercenaries handed to the supervisor of C1A had the information about his design.
Covering his earpiece, he gave the order to the Predator hiding on the rooftop to attack.
"Puchi, puchi." Four consecutive sounds of a knife piercing through a chest resounded throughout the rooftop.
For a moment, the four mercenaries who were still alive all widened their eyes as if they had seen the devil. They looked at the Predator who had revealed himself and pierced his teammate with a sword.
As for the C1A supervisor, before he could shout out, his mouth was covered by the warrior leader who was itching to get off the spaceship.
Feeling the blade on his neck, the C1A supervisor was so scared that he didn't dare to move at all. But when he saw the Predator tear off the spines and skulls of the four mercenaries, he was shocked.
He did not care about the blade on his neck as he struggled with all his might.
When William jumped from the invisible spaceship to the balcony, the director of C1A was so scared that his pants were wet.
Looking at the supervisor whose pants were dripping with water, William asked expressionlessly, "Who sent you, and how do you know that I was the one who sent the blueprint to the three engineers?"
"Go to hell, William Devonshire." After the supervisor shouted, he bit the poison hidden in his teeth and his whole body convulsed in less than ten seconds.
Then, his mouth and nose bled and he slowly lost consciousness.
When William saw the supervisor commit suicide without hesitation, he understood that this guy was 100% from Hydra.
Only these fanatical lunatics would be so scared that they would pee their pants and directly commit suicide by swallowing poison.
Thinking of this, William curled his lips. "It seems that after the procedures for the spaceship are completed, I'll have to have a serious chat with Snake SHIELD's Pierce."
Looking at the C1A supervisor who was vomiting black blood, William turned around and walked to the spaceship. He ordered, "Cut off his head and hang it up."
Then he said to Sunday, "Go to the underground world and issue a mission. I want this supervisor's family to go to hell to accompany him."
"Understood, Sir."
With the destruction of Satan's Hand, even the head of C1A was beheaded. It was a tragic death.
After that, no one and no gang dared to accept a mercenary mission related to William.
Nick Fury, who had been following William for nearly a month, looked at the photos of the scene where the mercenaries were killed.
He couldn't help but mutter in his heart. Why was this technique so similar to the ancient murals in Central and South America where the so-called gods liked to collect the enemy's skulls and spines?
And those so-called gods were very likely to be aliens.
Did this mean that William Devonshire had the ability to order aliens?
Thinking of this possibility, Nick Fury couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
He comforted himself that this was impossible, but from his decades of experience as an agent, many things that seemed completely impossible were often true.
If he wanted to draw a conclusion, he would have to investigate thoroughly first.
With this idea in mind, Nick Fury picked up the landline on his desk and called his two best subordinates to come and see him.
Not long after, a middle-aged man in a suit and a woman with an explosive figure and an unusually beautiful face arrived.
The only flaw was that the beauty was a little short. They appeared outside Nick Fury's office one after another.
"Dang dang dang."
The middle-aged man and the beauty nodded as a greeting and knocked on Nick Fury's office door directly.
"Come in." Nick Fury's voice came from outside the door.
The two of them pushed the door open and entered the office, standing in front of Nick Fury with their hands behind their backs.
"There's a mission that I don't know who to give to you for the time being."
Nick Fury looked at the beautiful Black Widow and Coulson, who looked very calm and friendly.
"I think you all know that William Devonshire is the target of this investigation." Nick Fury looked at the Black Widow and said.
"We can find five of William's women. Three of them are normal people and two of them are not afraid of sunlight. We can't be sure if they are Blood Breed women."
"You can't be sure?" Coulson thought and asked. "Although there are very special individuals of the Blood Breed who are not afraid of sunlight,
But from the food, the Blood Breed will not eat any human food. We should be able to confirm it from this point. "
"It's useless. We've checked all of this. Those two women are basically no different from ordinary people now.
But we have very solid evidence that they were indeed Blood Breeds before. "Nick Fury shook his head." Forget it, let's not talk about this today.
What I want to talk about is William Devonshire, this guy likes beautiful and beautiful girls, and Natasha. "
Nick Fury didn't finish his words, but the Black Widow and Coulson understood what he meant.
The beauty trap, a simple strategy that had existed for thousands of years and had never failed, was useful.
The Black Widow looked at Coulson. "Leave the mission to me. I'm the best at dealing with young boys."
Seeing that Coulson didn't fight for the mission, Nick Fury waved his hand at Coulson and asked him to leave.
"Your mission is to investigate why William Devonshire is in a hurry to go to Mars.
If possible, get a copy of the spaceship technology in his hands. "
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