Chapter 1269: ?respectively

The Hydra evacuated smoothly, not even a single corpse was left behind, fast in and out, still the blitzkrieg set.
S.H.I.E.L.D. did not carry heavy weapons this time. After all, you need to pretend to be bodyguards and you can't go out with a rocket launcher, right?
So in the face of the weird troop carrier like Hydra, their armed helicopter was destroyed at the first time of the raid. After that, there was no way to fight the Hydra, and they could only let the enemy leave.
Howard let go of Tony, patted the dirt on his pants and stood up. Both he and his son were lucky. They were not hit by stray bullets in the melee, and the explosive shrapnel did not kill them.
This shield should be upgraded after going back, and energy is still a big problem after miniaturization.
A bodyguard with a dome hat and a beard came over: "Howard, the casualties are still being counted. Our loss is not small. At present, it is determined that one person was killed in the battle, and more than 30 people were injured to varying degrees."
Howard sighed and moved his mind from scientific research to reality. He looked at the agents rescuing the wounded and putting out the fire, and gently closed his eyes.
Then he took out the cheque, signed a cheque for 3 million U.S. dollars, and handed it to the bearded man: "Dugan, take this money and divide it among the brethren. You know how much the wounded and the dead should be divided. If it is not enough Come find me again."
Dugan glanced at Tony who was kneeling next to him in despair, and did not say much. After receiving the check, he raised his hand and squeezed his hat and left.
This time he didn’t bring the Howling Commando. After all, the appearance of the members of the squad was unacceptable to ordinary people. They brought in new agents who had just graduated from the academy. Never expected to be attacked by Hydra.
This loss is really wrong.
"Kassandra Cassandra"
Tony has been chanting her name in a low voice, his eyes have faded away, he is like a "Wang Wife Rock" looking out at the sea.
With the roar of explosions and bullets reverberating in his mind, her face and weeping were all in front of her, and Tony's brain completely stopped.
After Howard called Tony a few times, he found that he hadn't reacted at all. It seemed that he was overstimulating and needed to be slowed down.
"Come here to help!"
Panting, Howard wanted to take Tony into the intact vehicle, but found that the energy of his exoskeleton armor was exhausted. He couldn't hold his son at all, so he could only ask someone to help.
"Come sir."
A young agent with a slightly shifted hairline but a smile on his face ran over. There was another person passing by who was aware of the movement and followed to show his courtesy. That person was a bald head and looked a little like an Indian.
"Thanks, young man, what is your name?" Howard motioned for the two to help Tony up.
"Phil Coleson, sir, just graduated last year." The agent who smiled and looked like a good old man replied, and bent over to try to find a better spot to focus. Tony's upper body was as soft as noodles.
"How about you?"
Howard asked the person who looked like an Indian again. He didn't know why. When he saw these two people, he felt that they must have something to do in the future, just like when he first met Captain America.
Well, in fact, when they first met, Steve and Bucky watched Howard show off their suspension car under the stage. Howard's attention was on the dancer girl, and he didn't even notice the two below.
He now thinks he and Steve first met in the laboratory underground in Brooklyn.
"Hitwell, Mr. Long." The fake Ah San looked a little flustered, but he changed his mouth in time, he smiled and shook hands with Howard, then looked a little at a loss, and finally lifted Tony under Coulson's reminder.
"You take some people to take him to my house and protect him. You did a good job before. I saw it just now. After the task is completed, I asked Fury to report and said I asked you to get back to normal."
Howard touched his beard and whispered, actually because the two people saw the shame of his son. Tony's desperate noodle-like shape really had to give someone an extra hush fee, so it was stuffed to Ferry's side. Go to the field.
Coulson and Hitwell looked at each other and smiled. Is there such benefit in helping the director do private work? This is a second-level agent.
Although the process is a bit risky, how can one not risk being an agent?
Regardless of the fact that the second-level agents are not very eye-catching, there are tens of thousands of second-level agents in S.H.I. I bought a small apartment.
"Thank you, Mr. Stark, one two three, get up!"
The two shouted, grabbed Tony's two arms and framed him, and walked to the car on the other side of the road. I don't know whose car it is, just pry it open and hit the wire to ignite it.
Even if he was carried on the car with two arms by the agents, Tony remained kneeling when he was in mid-air. His lower body seemed to froze, coupled with the hands held by the two agents on their shoulders. , He looked like a heavy weight hanging on a pole.
"Kassandra Kassandra" he still read along the way.
Howard sent Tony away, rubbed his forehead and walked back and forth on the battlefield. After that, he had a few conversations with the police officers who came to deal with the problems and accounted for the UN.
And when everything was processed quickly, it was already ten minutes later, and Tony should have been on the plane by this time.
"Director, the finishing touch is complete." Dugan walked over again, and Tony didn't need to act anymore.
"I have to find someone to repair this wharf, including the fuel cleanup work in this area. This is the condition of the local government that I just promised." Howard found a broken tree on the side of the road and sat down: "Remember to remind I don’t want to travel to Auckland, New Zealand.

Dugan smiled, handed Howard a cigar, lit one himself and smoked it.
"If you have time on vacation, it is better to spend more time with your child. You can see what he is like. If he were my son, I would have been ah!" Dugan made a motion like twisting a towel, his mouth There was a forceful sound like constipation.
As an old friend, Howard was not angry. He just gave Dugan an angry look: "So what? That's my son. I don't need to explain to you the way a genius like me raises a son. Go, go, collect the team. Let's go back."
Dugan lifted his hat and smiled, stuffing his cigar into his mouth, biting out a piece and spitting it out:
"What about you? Waiting for Hydra's luxury sports car to come back and refuel?"
"I am safe here, do you think I will come without preparation?"
Howard sniffed the cigar and took out the scissors to trim it.
Dugan looked around, but didn't see anything. If there was anything abnormal, it was that he heard the constant sound of ‘ticks’ just like Tony before.
"I thought your source of confidence was us, but you still have a secret weapon?"
Dugan's beard squirmed, a little curious.
Howard stuffed his cigar into his mouth to light it. He felt tired, and Tony was too uncomfortable. Is it right to isolate him from the dark?
No, it must be right, I must be right.
"It's not my secret weapon, I hired it." He thought about the matter and answered Dugan's question.
Du Gen squinted his eyes, tilted his head for a moment, and suddenly his eyes widened as if thinking of something.
"Wait! Hey, did you call that person?"
Before Howard could answer, the air behind them twisted, and the death knell appeared behind them like a phantom. He also grabbed a handful of plant seeds and kept sending it to his mouth. His mask was soft. Yes, it can change with muscle changes.
It is these seeds that have been the sound of clicking.
"What is that person? Dugan, we are old friends too. You can't even remember my code name, right?"
Su Ming was holding a handful of melon seeds, and he was stunned. Wilson Group’s new product, "Kaka Xiang melon seeds", first tasted the quality.
The taste is good, the flavor is very good, I hope it can cultivate the hobby of aliens eating melon seeds.
After all, Spartans usually live so leisurely. Apart from being in art, they are talking with friends. They should like it. And Contracia plans to build an entertainment industry planet. Naturally, snacks when drinking, melon seeds, peanuts and pistachios are good.
Today’s trip was full. I saw the tragic story of a pair of young men and women being dismantled by feudal parents, and saw the gunfight between S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra. At this time, eating melon seeds is very delicious.
Dugan still remembers how many times Fury was tossed and played with the death knell, and their old comrades knew that he squeezed out an ugly smile to say hello: "Death knell"
Su Ming divided the melon seeds among the two ~EbookFREE.me~ and looked at the sea: "You are also good, by the way, your mechanization transformation is pretty good, is the ld (life-deldey) technology so mature?"
Howard raised an eyebrow and tasted melon seeds like a death knell: "How do you know that he is a substitute for a bionic person? Tomorrow, the clothes will be seamless. Look at this artificial skin and this hair."
Su Ming clapped his hands and took the saliva-stained melon seeds into his bag: "I have seen Nazi's bionics since World War II, blue gloves, do you remember?"
"The ghost knows who it is." Howard rolled his eyes. Did SHIELD secrets only appear before the death knell before being seen through? This is too abnormal: "The current situation is just like your plan. The girl was rescued by Hydra. Are you satisfied now?"
"Pay attention to your attitude when talking to the savior." The red eyepieces on Su Ming's mask glanced at him, his tone full of disdain.
"Huh?" Howard tilted his head with a black question mark on his face.
Su Ming sneered and squeezed Howard's little arm: "Just your broken shield, if I hadn't been invisible in front of your father and son, you two would have become hornet's nests a long time ago. Is it true that luck can block bullets?"