Chapter 7: Archer full-time outfit?
"This morning, there was an explosion at the NYPD, in which Officer Stan Phil was killed."
"According to the preliminary judgement of the police, the death should be an accidental explosion."
"For the specific situation, please ask his colleague, Officer Marcus..."
Inside the artifact shop.
Raiden and Matilda sat on the chair together.
He was not surprised by this result.
The self-explosive paper crane is not on a normal path, and it is impossible for surveillance to capture it.
Plus it's the center of the explosion.
It is even less likely that explosive substances will be produced.
Therefore, this case is destined to be judged as an accident.
Except for Nick Fury and a few people, no one will know about it.
However, they will never trouble him because of this matter.
"Thank you, Raiden."
Matilda looked excited, and there was an inexplicable meaning in her sincere eyes.
"You're my sister, it's too outlandish to say that."
Raiden said casually.
The next moment, the air froze.
Looking sideways, the little girl lowered her head, only showing her profile.
With a sigh, he turned to study new props.
…
The top floor of an abandoned building in New York.
"Has the informant arrived yet?"
A man in a suit with a bloated figure, who was about to become a ball, kept wiping his sweat.
Looking back at the stairs from time to time, fidgeting.
"If I had known that this would be fatal I would not have taken this business!"
Next to him, there were several burly men with sunglasses holding guns.
They formed a circle, faintly surrounding him in the middle.
Their eyes kept scanning his surroundings, full of vigilance.
"Sir, please don't be nervous."
"We have all undergone strict training, and no one can hurt you."
A man in sunglasses who was obviously the leader comforted him softly.
His eyes are sharp, and the palms that are inadvertently exposed are covered with calluses.
This is the result of holding a gun for a long time!
The standard standing posture for a long time can only be achieved by the absolute elite.
"What's that sound?"
Suddenly, a deep voice came.
A dozen or so people in the room tightened their expressions and opened their gun's safety pin.
"James, please report the situation!"
"It's okay, it's just foggy, and it's still a little big."
The ground floor of the building.
A man in black replied by pressing his headset.
Looking at it, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, and the visibility is almost 0.
Suddenly, a cold light pierced his throat.
"It's really good."
In the dense fog, Hawkeye's unique voice sounded.
Holding a bloody dagger in his hand, he walked upright behind the enemy.
Killed with one strike!
Wiping off the blood, he swaggered towards the stairs.
He already understood that no one could see him or hear his footsteps.
At this moment, he is a ghost, taking human life invisibly.
Ten minutes later,
"Are you a human or a ghost!"
Looking at the leader in black, he could only see a blood-stained dagger, with the blade piercing through his chest.
Just now, he could only hear the sound of people falling to the ground. More than a dozen people lost their voices one after another.
In this weird dense fog that they could not see clearly, they became blind.
Whether they are lying or sitting, the enemy in the dense fog is like a human radar.
Killing them one by one with a dagger.
Until he was alone, in endless terror.
Then finally die.
Another low-pitched blast of the horn sounded.
All the thick fog seemed to be ordered to drill into the horn and disappear.
In an instant, only corpses remained in the heavily guarded building.
…
"Fury, I heard that you bought new equipment from a small shop?"
Alexander Pierce walked into Nick Fury's office with a smile and asked straight to the point.
"I got a set of special equipment, which has been sent to the laboratory for research."
"It should come out soon."
Fury frowned and looked at Pierce who came in without even knocking on the door.
He has a lot of respect for this former boss.
But that doesn't mean his behavior can be tolerated.
Moreover, he had reservations and didn't tell the whole story.
For anyone, he will not completely trust them.
Although the other party is his supporter.
"It cost 5 million?"
"Why don't you get that person under control?"
"You should know how dangerous this kind of person is."
Pierce poured himself a glass of water and said in a deep voice.
He appreciates Nick Fury's ability.
He was the best, most ruthless person he had ever met in a long time. So he fears him even more.
"I don't think that those who can sell these equipment will not have a killer in their hands."
"Besides..."
Boom~
Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door at the right time.
"Well, it seems that you are busy. In this case, I won't bother you."
Pierce raised his glass and drank it down.
When the two passed each other, Pierce glanced at Hawkeye and smiled.
Just went out.
Pierce straightened his face and whispered softly.
"Did you find it?"
"The goal is clear!"
In his ear, an inaudible voice came.
"Very good."
….
"How's the effect?"
When there were only two people left in the office, Fury asked first.
"Unexpectedly powerful."
"It turned me from a shooter to a top assassin."
"Even more than my job!"
Hawkeye reported the situation meticulously.
In the short statement, there was no secret praise for the assassination suit.
The value displayed by this set of equipment far exceeds its selling price.
It is impossible to imagine the power of the priceless golden scissors in Raiden's mouth.
Presumably, it is really as he said.
An army can easily be destroyed!
"In that case, perhaps we should reconsider this matter."