Transformed Marvel Genius

After climbing out of the small workshop, Anna with short legs was lying on the side of the shoe rack, staring at the living room with big eyes.

Outside the window, the wind was blowing violently, and thick raindrops fell, beating on the floor-to-ceiling windows together with the phoenix trees, making a loud beating. A bright light flashed across, and the living room was instantly illuminated as if it were daylight, reflecting the rare serious face of Tang Yuan Jing.

The rolling thunder rumbled, and the air became more and more dull.

After a short day, Beacon Mountain fell back into darkness, without a single light.

During the torrential rain, Beacon Hill lost power.

She has lived in Boston for five years, and has not seen such a large-scale power outage in two years, still in Beacon Hill, the seat of state government.

The last time was due to the renovation of the power plant's electrical equipment, and the power outage was near the Cambridge Primary School in Cambridge, Weston.

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Rewind time to ten minutes ago.

In the small workshop, Short Leg was woken up by an annoying phone ringing, Coulson's phone.

Anna was sleeping on her stomach, still covered with a blanket. When she received the call, she was still out of breath when she woke up.

"Listen, Anna, someone has entered the villa, so hurry up and find a hidden place to hide."

The sound was mixed with the sound of pouring rain.

Short legs haven't woken up yet, still confused.

"The agent protecting you lost contact."

In the surveillance car outside the community, Coulson was so emotional that he wanted to smash his phone.

Four well-trained agents, fully armed, were distributed in different locations in the community, separated by more than 100 meters, watching each other, forming a thorny situation.

He was worried, and he knew that this was an organized and premeditated crime.

Maybe the refurbishment of the circuit in the community is a trick of the criminal gang.

Coulson was sure that those guys had been observing the community for many days under the watchful eyes of S.H.I.E.L.D. and figured out the working and resting time of the agents.

If it wasn't for Coulson's meticulousness and temporarily checking the patrol positions of the agents, S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't even know when Little Short Leg disappeared.

Coulson was so anxious that it would take half an hour for the bureau to send out support again.

Just when I was about to tell Little Short Leg that he was coming, to tell her not to panic, she didn't speak, and there was a blind voice over there.

"Damn, the cell phone signal is blocked."

Without hesitation, Coulson pulled out a Remington 870 shotgun, wore a body armor, and rushed out of the surveillance vehicle.

The heavy rain fell madly from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.

In less than a moment, Coulson was poured through.

Boom...

A flash of lightning broke out in the sky, like a sharp sword, piercing the sky. The shining silver arc ran all the way down from the dark night, over the State Capitol, and smashed into the community garden.

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In the community garden, Coulson saw an agent lying down in the bushes.

Coulson remembered that the agent's name was James, who joined Coulson's field team just after graduating from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Now he is dead.

Died by the murderer touching the whistle.

Broken neck and died.

The fracture is in the middle of the cervical spine.

Coulson knows that there is a free-hand neck folding technique, the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu naked twist neck.

The right elbow is placed in the middle of the front of the victim's neck, the left hand grabs the victim's head from behind the head and pulls it to the left, and at the same time, the right arm is forcefully raised to the upper right. In this way, the left and right arms and the victim's weight form a shearing effect, which is powerful and clean.

However, in this way, the required strength is enormous, at least 200 pounds or more, and the height must be over a head of the victim.

Converted to tonnage, that is 50 kilograms more than Coulson.

Coulson was silent, clasped the dagger in his palm, and ran to Building B at a faster pace.

On the way, he saw the other three agents, all of them died. The causes of death were different. One was a big hole in the chest, and the heart and lungs were smashed to pieces. The last one was the worst. The boss was directly sunken in his forehead, and his brains burst out.

Three agents, each of which is a one-shot solution.

No weapons, all body spells, alone.

Coulson's heart gradually sank.

He knew what he was capable of, he killed four agents at the whistle, and he could do it even if no one else was on guard.

As long as you touch the side and back of the enemy, insert the dagger into the gap between the cervical vertebrae instantly, and cut off the motor nerve, the effect is the same as that of the neck.

That's how it's very risky. If you are not careful, you will expose your position.

As for the opponent, looking at his behavior, killing people has become a habit, and he doesn't need to make up for one move.

An extremely formidable enemy.

Boom...

There was another sound of thunder.

In the lightning, Coulson saw the wide open door of Building B, the front garden in front of the door, the white wooden fence door was kicked open, and the wooden slats were torn apart and scattered on the climbing vines.

A deep footprint was left on the gate of the villa.

Powerful and proficient in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, this is the enemy Coulson is now dealing with.

Holding a military flashlight dagger in one hand and a shotgun in the other, Coulson called Anna to the door.

There was a strange sound in the house, rustling like the sound of a snake crawling across the grass~www.readwn.com~ The flashlight turned down, and Coulson saw a pool of blood on the floor.

Whose?

Coulson doesn't think it's Anna's. Whether it's S.H.I.E.L.D. or those scumbags, they all think that a living Anna is more valuable than a dead one.

Inexplicably, Coulson felt nauseated and dizzy, and he thought he was dizzy.

Shaking his head, he settled down, and following the blood trail, Coulson finally saw something rustling, a robot vacuum cleaner.

It may be that the short legs have been timed. As long as the time is up, the sweeping robot will automatically start to clean the ground.

"Phil Coulson?!"

Facing the dazzling light, Coulson saw the short legs with a flashlight and looked unharmed: "Where's the enemy?"

Could it be that the short legs were solved? !

Coulson shook his head, isn't it a joke, when does a cute pet gain attack power?

Of course, Coulson felt that the weapons made by Tang Yuan Jing were leveraged.

Little Short Legs ignored Coulson. She's annoying now. You look at the house, there are bloodstains everywhere, from the living room to the corridor, from the corridor to the kitchen.

But the sweeping robots are not honest, they make trouble when they see an opportunity, and run around smeared with blood.

That's good, maybe there's bloodstains left in any corner, and it can't be washed clean.

Little short legs took a step forward, put on the overalls and suspenders, walked to Coulson, looked up at Coulson. Clap, raised one foot and stepped on it, stepping on the sweeping robot.

The robot bounced automatically, making a clicking sound under the feet of its short legs.

Anna was even more annoyed, she simply stepped on her two short legs and stomped it again and again, crushing the robot disc.

Okay, it's finally quiet.