Chapter 371 Hydra Surrenders!

Stan Phil left the White House before the lockdown, humming to Beethoven as he drove back to the vice president's villa.

"Sir!" The black maid enthusiastically stepped forward and took his coat.

Knowing that this uninvited guest turned out to be a cadre of the clown organization, everyone in the family was in awe.

Even after many years, the clown organization is still famous.

That fear and strength seem to be engraved in the genes of all Americans.

Even if Stan Phil didn't use telepathy to manipulate their brains, these people still obey him and respect him very much.

"Sir, would you like me to prepare lunch for you?"

Stan Phil took off his disguise and said in a happy mood: "I'm not hungry for the time being, please put the bath water for me."

"Okay sir." The maid hung up her clothes and walked to the bathroom on the second floor.

Stan Phil went to the room to get his clothes and walked into the bathroom.

The maid asked again: "Sir, do you need me to help you bathe?"

"No, no, go down quickly." Stan Phil waved his hands again and again.

If the other party is a fair-skinned and beautiful maid, he doesn't care about flirting, but this black maid...

The waist is as wide as the shoulders, and Stan Phil really can't do it.

Lying in the bathtub with suitable water temperature, Stan Phil closed his eyes slightly and smiled.

What a day to celebrate today!

If it weren't for the consideration that his identity could not be revealed for the time being, he would have sat on the street and had a solo piano recital.

After washing his body, Stan Phil put on his bathrobe and walked into the room.

He sat on the rolling office chair, took out the communicator from the storage compartment, and pressed the start button to establish an encrypted communication channel.

This communication channel was set up by Chloe himself, and the security is extremely high. Even Tony Stark has no way to detect it.

The route was connected, and Stan Phil said proudly: "The task has been completed!"

Belmode's voice came from the communicator: "Now is the Internet age, and most people in the world already know about it. Congratulations, you did a great job!"

Stan Phil said with a smile: "The vice president is under my control. His family is traveling in Europe. You are in charge of 'receiving' him."

Belmode: "I know, the task has been arranged."

Stan Phil: "Very well, I will disconnect if nothing happens."

Belmode: "Wait a moment."

Stan Phil: "Anything else?"

Belmode: "I want to talk to you about Hydra."

"Hydra...huh!" Stan Phil sneered: "Alexander is dead, and most of the high-level officials lurking in the government have been arrested. What else can they do?"

Belmode: "Although the top management of Hydra was wiped out, they have many branches at home and abroad, as well as tens of thousands of grassroots personnel. Just yesterday, the person in charge of their branch base in Sokovia contacted to us."

Stan Phil asked: "Could it be that these Hydra remnants want to join us?"

Belmode: "You guessed it. The high-level people were wiped out, and the bottom-level people wanted to make a living. This is understandable. We had a small meeting yesterday, and most people agreed to absorb the remaining power of Hydra. "

"After all, our overseas power has been wiped out. If we want to develop from scratch, it will take time and effort. It is better to just occupy the magpie's nest and send people to receive the remnants of Hydra. What do you think about this proposal? "

Stan Phil thought for a while and said, "Sounds good, I agree!"

Belmode: "Since you also agree, I would trouble you to fish out all the imprisoned Hydra members."

Stan Phil: "This matter is easy for me now, please send the information."

Belmode: "Okay, I will send you all the details of Hydra. They have hidden a lot of people in the United States, and these people will also be assigned to you."

Stan Phil: "Understood, then I hang up."

After hanging up the phone, Belmode immediately sent a document, and Stan Phil downloaded the document to the computer to check it carefully.

This information is very large, and it took two hours for Stan Phil to read the general introduction.

At this moment, he finally understood why Hydra had been able to fight SHIELD for so many years.

Because there are more than 50,000 Hydra members lurking in the United States alone.

This includes a large number of strictly trained fighters, well-known scientific researchers, and spies hidden in key departments such as the government army.

If it weren't for the insight plan that led to the almost annihilation of the top management, Hydra's power in the United States would be no less than that of the Republican Party and the Democratic Party.

Stan Phil focused on the situation in Washington, where the numbers were bleak.

Most of the members of Washington are serving in S.H.I.E.L.D., and they are all being held at the FBI headquarters at the moment to have a national meal.

There are currently no members whose whereabouts have been exposed, and there are less than 400 people left, and they are all low-level combat troops.

Stan Phil turned off the computer, lay on the bed and began to ponder.

What should be done to rescue all these Hydra members?

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Night fell and it was pitch black.

After a busy day, Mr. Vice President dragged his tired body back home.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the black maid walked to the door and asked in a cold tone, "Why did you come back? Mr. asked you to go to his study immediately."

You...how are you talking to me!

Mr. Vice President was stunned for a moment, and it took half a day to react.

The owner of this house is no longer him.

In just two or three days, he changed from being treated as a host to being treated as a guest, and he was still an unwelcome guest.

In the officialdom, Mr. Vice President pursues social Darwinism, nature selects the fittest to survive, and the law of the jungle is the true face of the world.

But when I was reduced to the bottom of the food chain, I still felt a little uncomfortable.

"I see." He took off his coat and sent it to hang up in the dust.

"Hurry up, don't keep your husband waiting too long." The maid urged and returned to her room.

The vice president looked around the unfamiliar yet familiar environment at home, sighed depressingly, and went to the study on the second floor.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Come in!"

The vice president pushed the door open and saw Stan Phil sitting in front of the sofa drinking coffee alone.

He walked over and asked, "Sir, you are looking for me."

Stan Phil nodded, motioned him to sit opposite, and said, "I have a plan and I need your cooperation."

The vice president sat across from him: "Please tell me."

Stan Phil slowly talked about his plan that he had been thinking about all afternoon.

"How? Is it difficult?"

The vice president shook his head and said, "No problem, it's just that you..."

Stan Phil waved his hands and smiled: "It's okay, before joining the Drug Enforcement Administration, my dream was actually to be a drama actor."

The Vice President said, "Then I'll start making arrangements tomorrow."

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Three days later, FBI headquarters.

The investigation team's internal review of S.H.I.E.L.D. continues.

The SHIELD headquarters has nearly 10,000 employees, and investigating and collecting evidence is an extremely time-consuming job.

In addition to working overtime day and night, the FBI has also established a special line to collect intelligence information from the whole society, hoping to speed up the progress of the investigation.

Since the special line was set up, the 300 phones in the room have not stopped ringing for even a minute.

Operators are divided into cubicles and answer calls at all times.

They worked two shifts, and at the end of the 12-hour workday, it felt like the vocal cords in their throats were about to be torn.

After opening the dedicated line, the public did provide some valuable information, but most of it was meaningless intelligence.

But since he got the news, he had to investigate. There was no other way but to continue to apply to the higher-ups for deployment.

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"Thank you for the information, goodbye."

An operator with a black eye had just hung up the phone when the bell rang again.

He sighed helplessly, picked up the phone again, and repeated the rhetoric over and over again.

"Hello, this is the FBI special line."

"Hello, I have an important piece of information to tell you."

"Please tell me."

"I'm a homeless man with no job and no shelter. I can only live in a park in the suburbs, or in a closed and abandoned factory."

"Last night I was sleeping and woke up in the middle of the night to a gunshot."

"The gunshots were very close to where I slept. There was an abandoned factory there. Some of the factory buildings were still lit at night."

"I put on my clothes and sneaked there, and found that the place had been occupied by a group of strangers. They all had guns in their hands, and there were people standing guard. I didn't dare to get too close and left immediately."

This information was so eloquent that the operator immediately became vigilant and called out the location of the caller.

"Where is the abandoned factory you mentioned?"

"It's just in the western suburbs..." The homeless man said the address.

"Okay, I've made a note. Do you have anything to add?"

"No more. I just want to ask you to call the police quickly and arrest all those bad guys. Otherwise, I will sleep with my eyes open at night."

"Okay, thank you for the information you provided, goodbye."

The operator hung up the phone, immediately pressed the button to temporarily block incoming calls, and then quickly typed on the computer to report the news.

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Twenty minutes later, two explosion-proof vehicles drove towards the target location with more than a dozen special police officers.

When there was still one kilometer away from the location, the anti-riot vehicle stopped on the side of the road.

The special police officers got out of the car and set up their defenses, then activated a drone and flew towards the abandoned factory.

The drone flies over the target and activates thermal imaging mode.

In the target factory, there was indeed a large number of thermal reactions. It is roughly estimated that there are about three or four hundred people.

At the entrance and roof of the factory, armed guards responsible for investigation were also seen.

The information turned out to be true!

The special police did not dare to be careless, and immediately contacted the headquarters to apply for support.

And the two teams spread out, occupying the nearby commanding heights, and monitoring the factory area.

A few hundred gunmen is no small matter.

Although they don't know their real identities, no matter who they are or what their identities are, their existence seriously endangers the security of Washington.

It's an eventful time, and we must act immediately to wipe out all the armed gangsters.

But to wipe out hundreds of gunmen, it is not enough to rely on the power of the FBI, and must get the support of the local garrison.

More than an hour later, dozens of military trucks carrying thousands of soldiers arrived here, and three armed helicopters appeared in the sky.

The troops dispersed and blocked all the exits of the factory.

As the military commander gave an order, piercing gunshots rang through the sky.

A dozen guard posts on the periphery were instantly hit by bullets and fell to the ground dead.

The gunshots awakened the gangsters, and they immediately fought back.

As soon as they fought, the commander realized that this group of gangsters was extraordinary.

The weapons they use are all military weapons that are not in circulation on the market, and they are extremely powerful.

There are even professional individual air-to-air rockets. A military helicopter gunship was hit by a rocket and fell.

The enemy's strength is far beyond the commander's imagination, but the battle has already been decided from the moment the enemy is surrounded.

The military has more than twice the number of troops, and has the advantage of terrain and firepower. There is also fire support from armed helicopters in the air. With just over 300 of them, it is definitely a dead end.

The balance of victory gradually tilted, and the army, under the cover of armored vehicles, slowly approached the inside of the factory.

Under the suppression of powerful firepower, the casualties of gangsters continued to increase.

At this moment, the Iron Armor in charge of reinforcements arrived.

They ignored the dense bullets and rushed into the factory area. It took less than five minutes to completely end the battle and capture more than a dozen gangsters.

At the end of the battle, the commander led people into the factory and found a large amount of supplies, weapons and ammunition hidden here.

According to signs of life at the scene, the group had been here for at least a week.

Why do they live here together? It is less likely to be exposed if it is dispersed.

The commander felt that things were not that simple, so he ordered the soldiers to clean up the battlefield and search the area comprehensively.

After hours of searching, they finally found a secret basement where a scarred man was being held.

It was Stan Phil, the former S.H.I.E.L.D. logistics agent in charge who was wanted across the country.

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Stark Base.

Tony and Steve are sitting in the lounge drinking tea and chatting.

At this moment, Jarvis' voice suddenly sounded: "Sir, Stan Phil has been found."

Hearing this, the two men stood up abruptly and looked at each other in surprise.

I thought it would take several months, or even years, to find Stan Phil.

But I never expected that after only three days, he would appear.

Tony said in surprise, "Take over the video."

"Okay, sir."

A screen suddenly lit up in mid-air in the lounge, which was a picture of the guardian armor watching from a distance.

The background is a disused factory, dozens of anti-riot vehicles and armored vehicles, as well as a large number of soldiers and special police can be seen.

There has just been a battle here, and they are cleaning the battlefield, carrying out the corpses and boxes.

Suddenly, an ambulance came quickly.

Several soldiers carried a stretcher to the ambulance.

Tony: "Jarvis, zoom in!"

After speaking, the screen slowly approached, and the camera focused on the man on the stretcher.