44. Devil's Agent

Night, Atlantic Ocean, Island Prison.

Hidden under the sea, this mysterious prison consists of millions of metal parts and a specially made body.

There is a complete ecological cycle system inside, which can ensure that it can hide under the sea for more than several months if necessary.

Of course, it will float up once every half month to accept inspections from the headquarters.

The people held here are very dangerous super criminals, and those who can be held here are basically unlikely to have a chance to regain freedom in this lifetime.

No hangouts, no visits, no Christmas treats.

There is nothing here but a group of ghosts waiting to die and their jailers.

"Wow, wow"

The icy sea water rolled and made a monotonous sound.

Under the deep sea, a hidden small submarine slowly "swimmed" out of the shadows, it was not too close to the isolated island prison hidden in the sea ahead.

The thing cast a huge shadow in the sea, like a cylindrical mountain.

And this submarine was hidden in the shadow of the prison, almost perfectly stopping at the blind spot closest to the radar detection area of ​​the island prison.

"Disruptors in place."

A message was transmitted from the small sub, and all noise died away again.

Everything in this sea area has returned to death.

A few hours later, at dawn, a S.H.I.E.L.D. helicopter pierced through the clouds and hovered over the isolated island prison. After confirming several commands, the isolated island prison hidden in the sea slowly floated up.

It's like a mechanical monster sleeping in the sea is awakened.

Amidst the crackling sound of tens of thousands of tons of seawater being squeezed apart, like the low sound of storm thunder, the black prison that occupies a large area rises like a rising mountain in the sea.

The multiple shells on top of it open outwards, revealing the apron inside.

Under the watchful eyes of several agents, the helicopter landed on the tarmac, the cabin opened, and a group of agents in full armor and wearing black helmets got out of the helicopter.

"Commander of S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Reaction Forces, Level 7 Agent Rumlow."

The agent leader who led the team pointed to the guy whose head was covered by a gray cloth bag behind him in a business-like tone, and said to the guard agent of the isolated island prison:

"Hand over dangerous prisoner."

"Well, we received the notice in advance."

The guard agent who came to meet him nodded to Agent Rumlow, and said:

"It is said that this crazy guy installed a pair of steel claws on himself, and brutally killed more than a dozen people?"

"Not a dozen, old James."

Rumlow showed a disgusted expression, he said:

"32 people... This guy is a real madman, very dangerous, he can kill with a spoon, so we have to personally escort him to the cell."

"All right."

Guard Agent James did not doubt the request.

For dangerous criminals, the Lone Island Prison has a complete set of transfer procedures, which does not violate the rules of SHIELD.

Soon, under the escort of heavily armed agents, the steel claw murderer was quickly sent to the 4th floor underground, where he was locked in his own cage.

"The mission is over."

Agent Rumlow watched the bastard who had been injected with sleeping pills thrown into the cage, he turned around, and held out his hand to James behind him.

The two of them are quite familiar, and they used to be friends who participated in the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy training in the same period.

Rumlow said:

"Thank you, James, it must be hard to stay here, right?"

"It's all work. We're here for defense. It's you who are really working hard, uh..."

The guard agent smiled and stretched out his hand to hold Rumlow, but just as his hands touched, a pulsating electric arc shot out from Rumlow's hand and hit the palm of guard agent James.

Under the stimulation of the strong current, James, who already had a heart attack, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground because his heart stopped beating.

At the same time, a small submarine docked outside the radar zone of the isolated island prison also began to operate.

The special data signal is like an invisible hand, silently covering all the electronic equipment in the isolated island prison.

As if it had its own consciousness, it did not alarm any alarm devices. In the complicated data signals, it accurately locked several data information streams, and then completed the data replacement in an instant.

In the monitoring room of the Island Prison, the screen of the monitor monitoring the prison for felony prisoners on the lower floor jumped for a while, but it quickly returned to normal.

"5 minutes until the next internal data flow self-test."

A hazy and low voice with a strong metallic sound sounded in the ears of Agent Rumlow:

"Take action!"

"swish"

Agent Rumlow made a tactical gesture, and several armed agents in black helmets immediately followed him and rushed to the elevator.

The elevator, which only insiders had the authority to operate, bounced open automatically when they arrived. On the button of the elevator, between the jumps of the electric arc, the button leading to the bottom cage strangely lit up.

The next moment, the elevator closed and fell to the lower part of the prison at an ultra-fast speed.

"Permission approved! Welcome back, Your Excellency Merlin!"

In the sound of the prompt sounding from the passageway of the prison at the bottom, the specially-made cage stored in the depths of the sea floated up to everyone's eyes amidst the rattling sound of metal collisions.

The cages that should have been opened through several detection systems were automatically opened one by one in front of Agent Rumlow.

After opening the last metal plate that was fully enclosed like the experimental cabin, the agent finally saw the guy imprisoned in the cell.

Well...

It was a guy with a hideous scar on his face, wearing a straitjacket, sitting on the edge of the bed and giggling.

"?"

When Rumlow saw this guy, he asked the communicator in surprise:

"Are you sure you didn't mistake the target? The guy in front of me doesn't look like a dangerous person..."

"That's the message Pierce gave me."

The metallic voice said impatiently:

"No mistake! You still have 3 minutes... Hurry up!"

"All right."

Rumlow took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand to push the cage in front of him away.

He gestured, and an agent who was a little stiff followed him into the cage.

He reached out and took out a metal box from his pocket, and opened it swiftly.

Then he took out a transparent, mask-like thing from it, and stuck it on the face of the imprisoned clown, whose memory had been washed away and maintained in a mentally handicapped state.

Beside him, the stiff-moving agent was stripped.

After the internal metal exoskeleton system was undone, the dazed guy was pulled to the bed and forced into a clown's prison uniform and bondage suit.

After 1 minute, Agent Rumlow took off the transparent "mask" on the clown's face and put it on another guy's face.

The weird "mask" covered the cheeks of the replaced substitute, and as Rumlow smoothed the mask little by little, the guy's face changed rapidly, and soon became exactly like the clown.

His figure and height are also very similar to the Joker.

Obviously, this wasn't some random guy.

"One minute and 27 seconds left!"

The voice reminded again that Rumlow had put the clown who could only giggle into the special agent battle suit supported by the exoskeleton system, and buckled him with a black helmet.

"Walk!"

Rumlow took one last look at the "clown" who was sitting by the bed, giggling, and stepped out of the cage.

Behind him, multiple defenses were reactivated, and the metal plates like the biological cabin closed.

The next moment, the cage was like a torpedo being fired, and with the sound of metal collisions, it quickly sank along the track to the bottom of the sea again.

One minute later, the consciousness that interfered with the data easily erased all traces, and then just like when it came, it disappeared into the ocean without a sound.

The second after it disappeared, the internal data self-check program of the isolated island prison started.

The artificial intelligence directly connected to the large database of S.H.I.E.L.D. scanned all the data modules of the isolated island prison, but found nothing abnormal.

Agent James, who was knocked out before, also woke up leisurely.

In front of him, Agent Rumlow was looking at him worriedly with a friend-like expression. Beside him, there were also the medical staff from the island prison who had just arrived and were busy.

"James, your heart condition is getting worse..."

Rumlow reached out and patted the guard agent James on the face, he said:

"Maybe you should apply for a job change. Hell, I was really taken aback when you collapsed from a heart attack just now."

"We've taken over here, Mr. Rumlow."

The medical staff of Lone Island Prison rushed over and said to Rumlow:

"You can leave now."

"Um."

Rumlow nodded, and he said to James:

"Take good rest, brother, don't be too tired, I'll buy you a drink when you return to New York."

After finishing speaking, he took the heavily armed agents behind him and left here according to the normal process. Amidst the buzzing of the helicopter as it lifted off, Rumlow watched the island prison re-sealed and then slowly sank into the sea.

He said to the communicator:

"Mission complete, thank you for your help."

"Thank you? No, you're welcome."

The metallic voice that had been helping them, made no secret of its disgust, said:

"I just hope you don't bother me again..."

"Tell Pierce that my debt to him has been paid off, and there is nothing more to do between us."

Rumlow looked back at the clown who was still giggling in the cabin, he shrugged, and said:

"Okay, I'll pass it on."

While the helicopter was leaving the sea, the small submarine hidden in the sea also disappeared on the bottom of the sea like a ghost.

After rapidly traveling tens of kilometers, it quickly completed its deformation on the seabed.

It rushed out of the sea in the form of a blue sports car, washed up on a desolate beach with splashes of water, and then transformed into a small robot with a hideous appearance in a dazzling transformation.

This is a Cybertronian, and he is also the best intelligence officer among the Decepticons, Sound Wave, who is good at intelligence collection and infiltration operations.

This is its last collaboration with Hydra.

But Soundwave could feel that the entanglement between it and the group of restless humans would definitely not end so easily.

"Maybe it was a mistake to ask him for help in the first place."

Sonic kicked depressed the stone beside his feet.

But if you think about it carefully, this cooperation actually did not suffer.

"Ark... and the legendary leadership module..."

Soundwave made a buzzing sound of unknown meaning, it raised its head, looked towards the sky, and said:

"Finally found it, Shockwave should be coming soon."

"Master Megatron's recovery is just around the corner, let's make trouble, the more violent the better, the more chaotic the better, anyway, this world...is destined to belong to the Decepticons!"

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Raccoon City, Umbrella Corporation's underground hive base.

Lady Hydra was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a black wand, and she looked at the guy who was tied to the chair in front of her.

The guy was thin and covered in scars, like a scrawny freak.

There was a silly smirk on his face, and he couldn't even say a word clearly. This was obviously the situation after his memory was completely erased.

Mrs. Larson is familiar with this situation, after all, she is also an outstanding black magic master.

But no matter how you look at it, the guy with the scar on his face doesn't look like a dangerous person.

"Just to make sure one last time, your agents didn't bring the wrong guy in, did they?"

Lady Hydra said to Pierce on the other side of the magic projection ceremony:

"Getting rid of the Forgotten Curse is a very complicated process that requires a lot of energy, not to mention that Merlin released it himself... His attainments in the Forgotten Curse are probably the strongest in the world."

"If you bring in the wrong people, the amount of time and effort we waste is exaggerated."

A moment later, Pierce's voice sounded from the magic projection beside Lady Hydra:

"That's right, it's him."

Pierce observed the man bound to the chair through the projection, and said:

"A guy who called himself a clown... was brought back from Gotham by Merlin and put in the lowest cell of the island prison."

"We should trust Merlin's vigilance in this regard. If he thinks this seemingly powerless guy is dangerous enough to rival Magneto, then he does have super destructive power."

Pierce's projection leaned on a cane, and he breathed a sigh of relief:

"He is the spokesperson chosen by the devil..."

"Go ahead, ma'am, get him back to his senses as soon as possible."

"Pierce, even though your pact with the devil makes me think you might be out of your mind, I still want to ask..."

Lady Hydra waved her wand and said softly:

"In the future order, should guys like clowns exist?"

"No."

Pierce looked at the clown with a smirk on his face, and said softly:

"He's just a tool, a tool used to hold Merlin back. He will be destroyed as soon as possible after completing the mission the tool should have."

"There is no doubt that in our order, I should say in all orders..."

"There is no place for him!"