Chapter 143 An ordinary day in New York City (please subscribe!!)

Again.

This war was never initiated by Hawke.

Hawke never wanted to turn New York City into a battlefield, and even without him, the Irish gang did not pull out the Hellfire shoulder-fired missiles just to show off.

So whether it was Hawke who pulled the trigger or not, this Hellfire shoulder-fired missile was destined to be launched.

In fact, New York City should be grateful that Hawke pulled the trigger.

the reason is simple.

Hawke pulled the trigger to kill only those who deserved it, and if the trigger had been pulled by someone from the Irish Gang, who knows how many innocent people would have died under this Hellfire shoulder-fired missile.

This war was initiated by SHIELD.

Hawke also killed people from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Since the other party wants to catch him, Hawke will think that the other party is also prepared to die.

You can't ask others to die while thinking that you won't die.

That doesn't make sense.

【Ding!】

【Ding!】

【Ding!】

[Strength +1, Constitution +1, Speed ​​+1, Mind +1, German +2, German +1]

When Hawke and Ekaterina were talking about how he pulled the trigger and that the meaning of saving people was greater than the meaning of killing, the ball of light that only Hawke could see flew across a straight line distance of two kilometers and disappeared.

Inside Hawke's body.

only……

"Huh? German?"

"What's wrong?"

"fine."

Hawke shook his head, feeling this wave, the sudden German +3 achievement, and his expression began to look a little weird.

Why are there talented people who can speak German in the S.H.I.E.L.D. team?

Are there still three Hydra agents inside?

Hawke blinked.

"They're not slowing down."

"Um?"

"Estimated arrival at Illidan Avenue in fifteen minutes."

"receive!"

Hawke said this, turned around without any nostalgia, and left the rooftop of the abandoned building.

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

The armored vehicle emerged from the underground garage of the 12th Precinct and drove on Hofton Avenue without making any move.

"Sir, L is dead."

"I saw it."

Coulson said in a deep voice. He also didn't expect that the folk customs of New York City were not inferior to those of the Lone Star State. Even rocket launchers were used.

Damn it, aren't you afraid that what's inside the helicopter is the real Zack Stany? What else will you get out of this explosion besides wasting the money of a rocket launcher?

……etc!

Coulson was suddenly stunned when he thought of this.

The next second.

A name came to Colson's mind, and then he almost gritted his teeth and said it.

"King!"

"King did it?"

"That's right, no one else would be that crazy except him."

Coulson took a deep breath and thought about the time when King was on the highway, without any regard for the safety of civilians, directly intercepting him, killing almost all the agents who were with Hawkeye, including Hawkeye, and even harming an unlucky citizen.

The scene of being brutally injured was affected, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes, this is what King did."

Apart from King, Coulson couldn't think of anyone else who would do such a thing.

Irish gang members are having a party.

Others didn't know where the rocket came from, but the Irish Gang knew very well that it was their rocket.

only……

"Boss, Little K and the others have brought down the helicopter. What if Fifty Million is also on top?"

"Idiot, look, have they slowed down?"

"No."

"If 50 million is on the plane, why are they driving? It's clear that the 50 million is not in the sky, but in the car. Hurry, hurry, go, you must get the 50 million."

"Yes."

A member of the Irish gang who asked the question reacted instantly after listening to his boss's explanation, and quickly followed up with the guy who was about to fuck him and grab 50 million.

The boss is right. If 50 million were really on the plane, the law enforcement team that saw the complete failure of escorting the target to death would definitely stop immediately.

Where can it be like this, not only does the speed not decrease, but it even gets faster and faster?

Fifty million Zack Staney must be in one of these twenty-odd armored vehicles.

Anyway, it was not just the Irish gangs who came over. Other gangs also came to their senses after falling from the helicopter. After coming back to their senses, they also fell into carnival.

Fifty million people are in the sky, and they can only look at the sky and sigh.

But 50 million is on the ground, so isn’t it easy to grab these 50 million?

They are not thieves or robbers.

We are tough bandits.

"Jerome!"

"clear."

Jerome, who was called, responded, looked at the road that was about to end, and told the agent driving the armored vehicle: "Turn right to the ninth block."

The driving agent nodded, immediately separated from the armored vehicle convoy, turned right, and slowly drove into the ninth district.

The other three groups of vehicles turned left, preparing to continue driving on Hofton Avenue, and then turned right at the end of the road to enter Illidan Avenue.

"Boss, what should I do?"

"Grab the one on the left or the one on the right."

"Information said the car was taking Illidan Avenue."

"No, the intelligence didn't say there would be a helicopter. Boss, I think it's the one on the right."

"Shet, grab the one on the right."

When the allied Irish gangs and Russian gangs saw this, they almost made a decision in a split second, and then roared angrily.

To strike first is to be strong, to strike later is to suffer disaster.

do not care.

Let’s grab it first!

In an instant, the Irish and Russians moved directly.

At the moment when the convoy had just been separated.

Almost at the moment when Jerome's five armored vehicles had just entered the ninth block, there was a roar and the roar of a truck suddenly sounded. With a bang, it blasted straight out of a garage and hit hard.

It hit the lead armored vehicle and overturned the first armored vehicle in an instant.

After struggling, another truck hit the last armored vehicle, and then directly used the truck to block the five armored vehicles.

Unfortunately for Agent Jerome, he was on the armored lead vehicle. At the moment of the impact, when he was about to report his situation to Coulson, there was a pop sound. As the special plane arrived, the intercom signal pole directly poked.

It entered his throat, squeaking, and blood started to flow instantly.
To be continued...