Chapter 542 The Target Is the Boss?

"Wait a minute, haven't you noticed that something is wrong!"

Among the three agents, one of them stopped the other two vigilantly.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a problem. There are three private servers in their monitoring system in the whole building, but I only cracked two, and the other one cannot be dealt with at all in a short time."

One is also holding the anesthesia pistol in his hand, looking at the other two and saying.

"We went upstairs and met a total of four groups of people. The first two waves all shot us directly. If it wasn't for the body armor, we would have been shot, but when we encountered the third wave, they didn't have a relationship with us. When we have a head-on conflict, we will take the initiative to avoid it.”

"I don't think the security guards at higher levels are inferior to those below."

"You mean, they did it on purpose? Is there a problem here?"

"It's like letting us go up on purpose. Is there a trap on the top floor?"

Several people had already gone up to half of the building. The elevator stopped working shortly after they entered the door, and there was a lot of movement above the two passages going upstairs.

Sure enough, for the three of them, forcibly breaking through and going upstairs was still a bit too reluctant.

After all, there are dozens of people on the opposite side, and they are also experienced combatants, so it is not easy for ordinary people to solve it.

Just as the three of them were hesitant to ask for help from the branch, the door to the floor on the side opened unexpectedly.

Although for the position of the three people, they saw the open door at a glance, and the muzzle was immediately shifted to aim at it.

But it didn't happen unexpectedly, but walked out silently, walking slowly like an elderly man.

The three of them were confident. Under such circumstances, even if the man had the speed of a world sprint champion, he would not be able to escape the bullets in the hands of the three of them.

And the man who had lowered his head just now slowly raised his head and looked at the three people in front of him.

There was a slight red glow in his eyes, and there were also lines of fire like lava flowing on his face.

In the dark stairwell, this scene was so conspicuous that the three of them couldn't help trembling when they saw it, and almost pulled the trigger in their hands.

"Come here, the boss is waiting for you."

The person who came out was naturally Rez who had just woken up. Looking at the three people in front of him, he said in a slightly hoarse voice.

After speaking, Rez also turned around and left, without stopping at all, and not at all afraid that the three people behind him would shoot.

The three of them looked at each other, whether to pull the trigger or not, they also hesitated and lost the opportunity.

After all, the power is weaker than people, and the three of them underestimated the strength of the black prison. They did not expect that it is already early morning, but there are so many well-trained people in the black prison building.

Although the three have already anesthetized more than 20 people, the remaining people are still crushing for them.

In their hands, there are not many anaesthetic bullets, and the rest are two live magazines in each hand.

If there were real bullets, the current situation would only get worse.

"What? Is this a trap?"

"Want to pull us into a circle?"

The two muttered softly.

And Rez's cold and hoarse voice came from far away.

"This is your last chance. Invading the black prison is not easy to leave. This is because the boss wants to see you, otherwise, you will not live now."

The eyes of the three were somewhat disdainful. They still had many means and equipment that they had not used, even if they were surrounded.

Before the three of them could continue to think and hesitate, just above and below the stairs, there were all the sounds of dense gunshots and bullets hitting the wall.

The splashing sparks seemed to light up the upper and lower sides of a beacon.

Intensive continuous gunfire suppression is very terrifying. If it is a pistol, there are at least 20 people on one side. Even if it is an automatic rifle, there are at least five guns for fire suppression.

In such a small space, under this kind of firepower suppression, even fully equipped agents are a bit tricky.

The dense gunfire on both sides rang out for two or three minutes before gradually quieting down.

The scattered gunshots were still resounding, covering the time for others to change their magazines.

This is also the best breakout time for the three of them.

But I thought of the mission goal that came in this time. If I go back empty-handed, think about the way Hydra dealt with, a few people will definitely have no good fruit to eat if they fail to complete the mission.

Until there was no movement on both sides, the three of them understood that if they went out again, there would be countless bullets waiting for them without mercy.

In their hands, there is a way to solve this situation, but they are not very sure.

Several people looked at each other a few times, firmed up their determination, held the gun in their hands vigilantly, and walked towards the open floor door.

The floor is much brighter than the corridor, and the three of them can even clearly observe that there are many experimental equipment around. This floor is the laboratory of the black prison.

"Something's wrong!"

"Yes, be careful."

Looking at the white experimental environment around, there was a scorching and blackening movement in the two rooms, which made the three of them feel a little bad.

The three of them still walked forward step by step calmly, walking through the path in the middle, but what they saw was a laboratory hall.

There is also a circular glass column in the hall, like those in science fiction movies that specialize in injecting experimental gases or capturing the opposite sex.

Then there are eight black prisoners with automatic rifles and two bulletproof shields standing opposite.

Behind them was where the Zosters stood.

However, Rez stood carelessly not far from the group of people, looking at the three of them with interest.

"Three, explain your identity, not to mention that you are a police officer, we won't believe it." Zost stood behind the bulletproof shield, looked at the three and said.

In addition, the eight people who raised their guns also moved their muzzles slightly, as if they would shoot at any time.

These eight people are the elites of the Zost squad, and their combat effectiveness is not inferior to that of ordinary special forces.

Seeing this, the three of them have nothing to say. For this time's battle analysis error, they must take responsibility for themselves.

"We are level six agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and we are here to investigate. We suspect that you are implicated in one of our suspects."

"We have reported to the headquarters. If you are willing to cooperate, then nothing will happen. We will leave after checking the information!"

The three looked at everyone vigilantly and said.

Especially the shirtless man standing beside Zost, the red eyes that made the three of them feel a little horrified when they saw it.

Zost frowned when he heard it. "It turned out to be a person from SHIELD. The boss explained that let's not have anything to do with SHIELD. How could they come here on their own initiative?"

"Whose information do you want?!!"

Zost stood up and shouted.

"Liu Chong! Do you know this person, he is involved in a big case!"

One said loudly and waved the photo in his hand.

And Zost looked at the photo in the agent's hands, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and there was a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

Afterwards, he tilted his body and looked at Lang Du, whose eyes were shining beside him, and said.

"Lando, do you want to go play?"

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