Body 34. Incorporation

Merlin and Vivian had preliminarily set the time for the mutation test, and the materials for the mutation potion on Vivian's side had been exhausted in several experiments. Merlin needs to go to Europe to add new materials and handle some personal affairs.

But before leaving New York, he went to see Fury.

Well, it's midnight again.

Fury had already lost his temper by Merlin, so he met with Merlin in his office.

The two mainly talked about Dr. Douglas who was brought back to New York by Elsa. The doctor of biology mastered a dangerous and exaggerated bio-modification technology. Caused a lot of trouble and panic, so he definitely applies to the "paranormal event contact protection regulations".

Fury arranged for him to start his life again at a secret location in Santalia, and his wife and daughter had been rescued by Thalia far away in Europe from a death knell base in Northern Ireland. Will be sent back to North America soon.

So far, the incident triggered by the Batman attack has officially ended.

Merlin has already set a net for the baroness who recruited Deathstroke, and maybe when he returns to New York next time, it will be the real time to close the net.

Merlin was not in a hurry. Judging from the information collected from the banker's memory, there were only a dozen Hydra leaders in North America, and he could kill them one by one.

In fact, he quite enjoyed the hunt.

And on the second day after Merlin left North America, in a certain rural farm in remote Texas, a special meeting was going on in an orderly manner.

A speeding off-road vehicle stopped at the gate of this unremarkable farm with a crisp head shake. With the sound of the car door opening, S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 7 agent John Gartler jumped out of the car,

Compared with a few years ago, this old cowboy looks much better.

It's like growing backwards in time, he is already in his forties, but from the outside, he looks like someone in his 30s now.

On the one hand, the therapists at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries really know how to take care of the patient's body.

On the other hand, after the life-support devices implanted in his body were gradually replaced by regenerated organs, Gartler, an old cowboy who had been on the brink of death, also regained his vitality.

Unfortunately, this is the best the therapists can do.

He was seriously injured in the 80s of the last century, his intestines were broken by a bullet, and his kidneys were damaged. He has been relying on life support for nearly ten years. That serious injury has completely changed him. Even with the help of magic, he cannot possible full recovery.

Now, there are still a small number of organs in his body that are replaced by life support.

But Gartler was content.

Now every day when he opens his eyes, he feels that he is living in a new life. He cherishes every day of his life, just like the last day of his life.

If possible, Gartler hopes to resign from S.H.I.E.L.D., return to his hometown to be an ordinary person, and then spend the remaining decades of his life.

He has already given his life for SHIELD once, and in the next life, he hopes to live it for himself.

But unfortunately, in the world of adults, not everything goes smoothly.

In particular, during those years when Gartler was injured, in order to beg for a living, he had to make some decisions that would affect his life. He made a choice, and he had to bear the price. He had already embarked on a road leading to the unknown. He has to go all the way to the end.

"It's here."

Behind Gatler, several heavily armed agents held guns, and beside him, a guy wearing a fine suit and touching hair oil, who looked slightly treacherous, was able to distinguish the surrounding environment. Cap's Gartler says:

"This is where the warriors who rebelled from the Assassin's League gathered in Texas, and it is also the goal of our mission this time."

"Okay, don't do it yet, I'll go talk to them."

Gartler didn't seem to like the cunning guy next to him very much. He waved his hand and signaled the agents behind him to stay where they were. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he swaggered over the fence of the farm and walked towards the inside of the farm. .

"boom"

A bullet from the farm house was hitting Gartler's feet as he walked forward, a warning, no doubt about it.

In front of the old agent, the door of the house was pushed open, and a young man dressed in farm labor clothes, holding a shotgun, and with South American ethnic characteristics stood arrogantly at the door of his house, and shouted to Gartler:

"This is private territory, get out!"

"Hey, calm down, buddy."

Gatler raised his hands and said to the farmer holding a shotgun with a gentle face:

"This farm is well cleaned up. Is this your site?"

"This has nothing to do with you, get out!"

The farmer, who has a strong Texas folk style, shouted in the same tone:

"I'm not in the mood to chat with you."

"Trust me, man, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to."

Gartler said:

"I'm here to deliver a letter."

"Whose letter?"

The farmer's gun was aimed at Garrett's head, and maybe the next moment, the flying bullet would blow the old agent's head. But Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Gatler was not afraid. He looked down at his pocket and said to the farmer:

"For your leader, Wilson Slade, he has a terrible nickname, 'Death Knell'."

The face of the farmer changed slightly, he raised his gun, and sternly reprimanded:

"I don't know Deathstroke, hell, get out of here!"

"are you sure?"

Gartler said slowly:

"But he told me that he knew you. He took you and a few others and escaped from Nandarbat in the dark, and then came to North America on a stowaway from the Bay of Bengal. You avoided the ninja master along the way. Of the 23 people who escaped with you, when they arrived in North America, there were only 7 left.”

"Well, let me think about it again. Except for you and Ms. Emily, the rest of the people are operating in Santalia State. They have established a stronghold there. What is it called? Deadlock Gang ? Right? Am I right?"

The farmer stared at Gartler, and after a moment, putting down his gun, said to Gartler:

"It seems you do know the leader. Where is he? Why don't you come yourself?"

"Slade's hurt, man."

Gartler said frankly and without reservation:

"A few days ago, with our support, he launched an attack on Nandarbat. He is a very good commander. If there are no unexpected factors, he probably has realized his long-cherished wish. But It doesn't matter, anyway, the ninja master you feared like a tiger is dead, and now the ninja master's daughter is in power, a woman with big breasts and no brains."

"Slade is recuperating on our site now, he can't come here to share the joy of victory with you, but he brought a letter, maybe you should take a look."

The old cowboy took a rolled up letter from his pocket and threw it to the farmer.

He said:

"I peeked at it. I'm sorry. I'm such a curious person. But unfortunately, I can't understand it. That cunning guy wrote it in secret language, right?"

"Of course you don't understand."

While reading the letter, the farmer replied in a cold voice:

"Only we can understand"

Ten seconds later, the farmer raised his head, turned sideways, and made a "please" gesture to Gartler. He said:

"Well, it seems that you are right. You are indeed our new friends. Come in and sit down. We need to talk."

Gartler gestured to the agents behind him, and they put down their guns and returned to the off-road vehicle. The old cowboy walked into the farmer's residence alone. He looked around, and then said to the farmer:

"Is Ms. Emily not here? I heard that she is the best female ninja under Slade's command, and she is also the most beautiful."

"You should be glad that it is me who is on duty here today."

The farmer brought two cups of tea and said to Gartler:

"If Emily was here, she wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger and blow your head off. She's not a patient person."

"Okay, then it's time to get down to business."

But Gartler didn't drink the hot tea, but kept the tea by his hand. He said to the farmer in front of him:

"Mr. Baptiste, I don't think I need to introduce myself anymore. Mr. Slade has already introduced us very clearly. I have come to ask for your opinion, you and the warriors under your command, Do you want to join us? Well, let me tell you something in advance, even if you refuse, you actually have no option to quit. "

"Are you so confident?"

Baptiste sat across from Garrett, and he said calmly:

"If it's just you and your agents who came here, I don't think it will take long to bury you in this farm. You won't be so naive as to think that I'm waiting for you here alone, right? ?”

"of course not."

Gartler said with a smile:

"I know you have many people hiding here, and they are all very dangerous warriors, but I don't really care much."

He raised his left hand. Under the thumb, there was a black device the size of a cigar, and his fingers were pressing on it. He said to the followers of Deathstroke in front of him:

"As soon as I let go, Mr. Baptiste, the military base closest to here will immediately launch a tactical ballistic missile. It takes nearly a minute of flight time to reach this position, and then it will fly several kilometers around. Everything inside will be destroyed."

"I know that you defected warriors are very powerful, but I think that 1 minute may give you time to prepare a suicide note, but it will not change your ending."

The old cowboy winked at Baptiste and said:

"You see, I didn't come empty-handed, either."

"But you will die, too."

Baptiste, the renegade warrior, stared at Garrett's hand as he whispered:

"You don't look like a lunatic, so I don't think you should be so reckless."

"Ha, then you guessed wrong."

Gartler picked up the teacup nonchalantly, and drank the tea in the cup. He tasted the tea, and then said to Baptiste:

"As long as you are within the range of the explosion, it doesn't really matter if I'm here or not. You may not know that my life is earned. I can live up to now, and I have already lived enough. But the problem is, you Have you lived enough?"

"Of course, you can take a bet on whether I have the guts to press this button, but with all due respect, if you guess wrong, the price will be very serious."

Having said that, Gartler showed a weird smile on his face, and he said:

"What did you add to your tea? A sleeping potion? Some sort of toxin? It's delicious."

"you"

For a while, Baptiste didn't know how to deal with the hob-like agent in front of him, and Gartler was also a little impatient, he said:

"Okay! The chat time is over, now tell me, Baptiste, would you like to follow in the footsteps of your leader, Deathstroke Slade, and join us! You only need to answer, yes or no!"

Facing Gartler's gaze, after ten seconds of silence, Baptiste let go of his fist, and he said:

"I have to see the leader before I can answer you."

"No problem, Mr. Deathstroke is waiting for the arrival of his most loyal subordinate."

With a genuine smile on Gartler's face, he stood up, held out his hand, and said to Baptiste:

"For our common cause hailhydra! (Long live Hydra)"

Yes, unfortunately, a good friend of Agent Merlin, a good comrade in arms of Nick Fury, a high-level executive of S.H.I.E.L.D., the chief officer of the European branch, Agent John Gartler

A Hydra, though that wasn't his intention.

During the year he was injured, while he was dying alone, Hydra's contact at S.H.I.E.L.D. approached him, and the guy told him that they could help Gartler heal his injuries. Those sophisticated life support devices were a gift from Hydra to Gatler.

Without those devices, Gartler would not be where he is today.

But now, although he found the possibility of surviving in magic, he was already in the game, and Gartler was too deep, and it was impossible for him to quit.

If he wants to betray Hydra, no matter it is the hidden minions of Hydra, or Nick Fury, who once trusted him so much, they will not let him go easily.

In fact, there are really not many choices left for Gartler.

After a while, Gartler left the farm. He watched Deathstroke's subordinate Baptiste leave in the car with that cunning guy with pomade. He shook his head,

Baptiste was doomed not to see Deathstroke.

In fact, according to the information received by Gartler, Deathstroke Slade seems to have been regarded as a test product that can be discarded at any time by the researchers of Hydra.

This is actually quite normal. If the conspirators in Hydra came to recruit the elite followers of Death Knell who have made a name for themselves in the mercenary world, then they would definitely not be able to keep Death Knell. Get in the way.

Or, will they use some kind of brainwashing method to turn the rebellious death knell into one of their own?

"hehe."

Gartler sneered, these things have nothing to do with him.

He sat back in his SUV and said to the driving agent:

"Next stop, go to Santalia, Dead End Canyon."

"We're going to meet the deadlock gang."

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