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On the inner corridor of the battleship, Fury, a lieutenant officer, was rushing in a hurry and rushed to Kyle's office.

The female medic who suspected of being a special agent of another country had been in the office for some time. He also wanted to see how the matter was handled.

Just arrived at the iron gate that was closed at the office, Fury vaguely heard a conversation from the interior, Kyle and the girl military doctor.

"Can't you come over?"

"I am not coming."

"Then I am coming."

"You don't come over!"

The brief and boring conversation ended, followed by a fierce fighting in the office.

Fury was about to knock on the door, and the other end of the iron door was slammed with something, and the iron door with the fine iron texture showed a slight smear.

"Kyle, are you okay?" Fury decisively gave up the door and shouted a cold sweat.

Kyle's calm and steady voice quickly came out of the door: "Nothing, just stay outside the office, don't let other soldiers come in."

"OK." Fury nodded and did not worry about whether the indoor Kyle was in danger.

This is completely unnecessary, and you have to worry about it – it should be the one who is fighting Kyle.

In fact, it is true.

At this time, the interior of the battleship office, the wood chips are scattered and scattered throughout the indoor floor, full of raging traces left after fierce fighting.

In addition to the venom suit, Kyle, which is not equipped with any other equipment, stands straight in the middle of the office, coldly looking at Shatana lying halfway down on the iron gate.

Nowadays, Shatana is also indifferent to the small face with a little tenderness. The beautiful eyes are filled with a sharp cold glow. The white medical dress on the body is like a beggar. An unusual wolverine with the sweaty dust.

It is a single convenient crushing bureau!

"Why, the top agents trained by the Soviet Union have this ability? I haven't made all the effort yet, is this ready to fall?" Kyle sneered.

Satana bit her teeth, resisting the pain of the body, and struggling to hold the iron door slowly.

"Not bad." Kyle showed a demonic smile, but just used the power of 80%, and several consecutive fists were implemented on the other side.

Ordinary normal people have long been killed alive, and now Shatana has the ability to fight hard, the super agent's immune system and anti-strike ability, it is not as simple as that.

"I will let you get started," Kyle shrugged said.

Shatana also did not hesitate to know that in the territory of other people's army, escape can not escape, can only fight for a fight!

She slammed her body down and slammed forward. Near the two-meter range of Kyle's body, the right hand palm reversed the piece of broken wood that had been hidden for a long time. The tip of the broken wooden board was whistling and screaming. Eyes to Kyle.

Kyle seems to have known for a long time, the left hand responds quickly and sticks out, and the wrist that holds the right hand of the sharpwood is held first, and the fingers of the girl's wrist are almost pinched. The grid is loud.

"Ah, let me loose!" Satana yelled, and quickly kicked her left calf to Kyle's armpit.

The next moment, her left ankle was also intercepted halfway by Kyle's other hand, and the buckle was firmly held in the palm of her hand.

This is exactly the trick! In the huge gap between combat skills and physical quality, Shatana is a kitten with a pointed tooth for Kyle's cheetah.

Captain America Steve was completely abused by Kyle under pure melee combat. Not to mention that Shatana is also less than half the level of Steve.

If Steve is Kyle's younger brother level, then Shatana is a younger brother, and even a chance to win does not exist!

"No boring." Kyle looked at the close-up, and Shatana, who was unable to move her body, was shaking her head in disappointment.

He grabbed the other's petite body with both hands, and his left leg was bent and raised, hitting the girl's soft stomach with his knees.

This blow is a real hard knee!

Shatana, who was still trying to resist, turned her eyes and the whole person completely lost her combat ability. Kyle also loosened her hands and still fell to her knees.

A short battle, quickly ushered in the end.

"Fury, you can come in." Kyle took the dust on his hand and called.

The iron gate was quickly opened by Fury, who served as the guard. He walked into the room and was startled when he saw the messy messy office and the stunned Shatana.

"The Soviet Union is really very restless, sending agents to secretly take my blood," Kyle expressionless said.

"So how does she deal with it? Is it held or handed over to the rear to deal with it?" Fury asked.

"The relevant matters are temporarily kept secret, and I will talk about it after the end of this campaign. Now it is no longer good for the Soviet Union."

After Kyle finished, he re-introduced the general's coat and put it back on his body. He glanced at Shatana on the ground and said, "Put her up to the single room of the battleship and send a female military doctor to help deal with the injury. I will change the military uniforms, and I will ask her when I will."

"Is it going to be?" Fury stared at Satana, who was still groaning on the ground. It's not a few days to fear recovery.

Kyle shrugged and said, "I didn't have a dead hand. With her physical fitness, I was awake for half an hour."

Fury shook his head and gave an after-the-fact evaluation: "The mission is for you, who is really who is coming… to give the head."

"This account can be said without even saying it. After the opportunity, I have to go to the red house organization," Kyle said coldly.

The experimental abacus hit him, sorry, the small book of death first recorded!

After an hour.

Shatana gradually woke up in an isolated single room, just woke up, and the wounds on her body were sorely sore.

She calmly looked around and found that her body was tied to a wooden chair, her hands and feet were tightly wrapped around the ropes, and the broken white skirt had long been replaced by the American trumpet green combat uniform.

The firm ropes on the body are indeed imprisoned for ordinary people. For Shatana, this is just a small trick to fix the body – it can easily be broken off by its own flexibility.

But in addition to the ropes on his body, Shatana can still feel her neck, tightly buckled with a cold metal round neck.

"I advise you not to struggle with fearless, the thing on your neck, before I let Howard make a reserve of electric shock collars. Just want to remove it or use the remote control button to work, the maximum shock is enough for a cow to incontinence ""

The cold, calm voice rang from the door, and Kyle said as he slowly walked into the detention room.

The electric shock collar was originally prepared for him to cope with the winter warriors in the future. He did not expect to use it here first…

Success, capturing one of the Soviet agents.