Hill is communicating with the World Security Council, trying to persuade them not to abandon nuclear weapons.
And Hill here has become a rivet. If she stays here, the nuclear bomb of the World Security Council will fall one minute later.
Hill's role is to maintain the connection between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the World Security Council. If she dies here, it will inevitably affect the issuance of orders from the World Security Council.
Even the disappearance of Nick Fury would not be as big a commotion as the disappearance or death of Hill. After all, when Nick Fury was in office, Hill was already an agent arranged by the World Security Council and was responsible for becoming the thorn in the side of the World Security Council.
This is also the reason why Hill was able to quickly take charge of the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. after Nick Fury disappeared. She knows almost everything about S.H.I.E.L.D.
But now Hill is a little unsure whether he understands S.H.I.E.L.D.
Just now, she was forced to kill another person who tried to get his hands on the Wolf Knight's sword. This person was someone she had personally examined. She thought she knew this person well, but she couldn't clearly see his true intentions.
What is strange is that these agents have tried that as long as they step out of the protection of the Wolf Knight's sword, they will completely lose their five senses and become a member of the darkness, and any means of communication will lose their effect.
But within the confines of the Wolf Rider's greatsword, Hill was even able to get on Twitter and see slutty Stark showing off the news that his Stark Tower was about to be completed.
Everyone present discovered the specialness of this protective circle, so now the Wolf Knight sword has become the target of everyone's competition. As long as you get that sword, there is hope of surviving alone!
If this was the previous SHIELD, there would never be such a situation of disobedience and freedom, but now, the darkness of hell has magnified their dark side.
Now everyone is a competitor, and everyone is an enemy that hinders their own survival!
Several gunshots were heard from the Quinjet, and after the bullets bounced off the inner wall of the cabin, several painful dull sounds were heard.
Next came the sound of the engine warming up, and everyone's attention was drawn to the Quinjet about to take off.
This is the hope of escape! Everyone is flying towards the Quinjet. The original orders and regulations have long been forgotten. Now most of the people present only have eyes for the Quinjet that is about to take off.
On the mounting rack outside the aircraft, someone has already grabbed a position in advance, waiting for the aircraft to take him away.
However, the companion who was following him mercilessly grabbed his legs and tore him to the ground, and then mercilessly stamped his friend on the ground.
In order to compete for this slightest opportunity, the two began to tear and fight mercilessly.
The agents present seemed to have forgotten all the fighting skills they had trained in the past, leaving only the three-axe skills of street fighting, eye-piercing, kicking in the crotch and pulling hair.
At this moment, the ferocious people seemed to have forgotten that they originally wanted to serve as pendants on the Quinjet fighter, so that they could escape from the darkness. They just faced the enemy in front of them, put their mouths together, and took a fierce bite.
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Hill had no hope for the situation at hand. Only Sharon Carter could barely maintain her sanity beside her. This may be because Hill had secretly given her moss ball fruit before.
The Quinjet's engine has been warmed up, and the turbine engine is spitting flames downwards. It only takes a few seconds of acceleration to leave this hell.
Just as the Quinjet was hovering to find its direction, several short spears made of energy accurately hit the Quinjet's engine.
The explosion of the engine caused the plane to fall from the sky to the ground. Fortunately, the hovering distance was not high, and the plane that fell to the ground could still keep its fuselage intact.
But the people in the darkness didn't give the plane a chance. They shot short spears at the plane one after another, directly turning the plane into a hedgehog.
At the same time, these short spears seemed to have some unique power. When they were pierced into the aircraft, the aircraft directly annihilated a layer of external armor.
The Quinjet at this moment was like cheese, covered with all kinds of holes, revealing various equipment inside and the pilots looking for opportunities to escape.
Before the driver had time to unbuckle his seat belt, two more short spears were fired through the first hole. One shot directly hit the driver's chest, nailing him to the seat, and followed closely.
Another short spear fired directly took away his head.
Crazy S.H.I.E.L.D. staff, life-threatening short spears fired from the darkness, these changes made Hill look desperately into the darkness, and kept getting closer to the Wolf Knight sword, as if only this sword could give her a sense of security.
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Hill's back was pressed tightly against the Wolf Knight's sword, and he pushed Sharon Carter down under him. He held the sword carefully to guard against threats in the dark.
But the sounds in the darkness were getting closer and closer, and they were also becoming more and more orderly, just like uniform soldiers approaching in a group.
These sounds are like ghosts, neat but elusive, with only the weird steps echoing in your ears.
Since killing the Quinjet, no short spears have been fired again. These ghosts seem to be hunting, fixing the prey in one position to prevent them from escaping the encirclement.
At this time, a figure passed through the protective range of the Wolf Knight's sword and appeared in Hill's field of vision. Then more figures with the same equipment appeared one after another, showing a trend of encirclement, surrounding everyone in the middle of the protective circle.
These people wore high conical hats similar to Hawkwood's, but without Hawkwood's cowboy hat-like brim, it was just an iron cone covering their heads.
Under the green cloak is gray armor. In order to ensure flexibility, the armor of these soldiers only protects the most important chest and waist, and the rest is leather or cloth armor.
These newly emerged soldiers usually come in groups of three. The two in the front row hold shields, one holds a saber, and the other holds a light spear. The one behind is a little behind, but he is holding a burning torch in his hand, which he is holding high.
The top of the head illuminates the surroundings for those in front.
Hill noticed that these people who appeared were still covered in snowflakes, as if they had just stepped out of the snow-capped mountains.
Like the snowflakes on their bodies, these soldiers did not bring any warmth. They held green wooden shields with the same color as their cloaks and stood guard carefully. The light spears seemed to have been specially designed. With each throw,
The shadow of the short spear will condense into reality, and every crazy S.H.I.E.L.D. employee will be accurately found.
These soldiers did not communicate at all, as if they were born unable to speak. They just repeated the actions on their hands and quickly killed everyone on the scene.
Hill's voice was swallowed hard in her throat. She didn't know how to communicate with these people who were as cold as snow, and she didn't know how her voice would be treated.
Hill just slightly moved Sharon Carter in his direction, and dozens of short spears were fired at her.
These short spears were like warnings, accurately drawing a circle around her to surround her and Sharon Carter.
These soldiers fought as a small team and quickly killed all moving objects on the ground. Just when Hill thought that the battle of these people was over, those with sabers moved.
They raised their sabers and held them levelly like the etiquette of the undead team. Then they slashed quickly, and the blades and airflow ripped apart everyone on the ground.
There were people who were pretending to be dead on the ground, but their bodies were cut into pieces before they could react in such an attack, and they became one of the many broken pieces.
These saber soldiers interspersed with each other with swift sword skills and thrusts, leaving no gaps, ensuring that every person or corpse on the ground had the scars they left on them before quickly returning to their original positions.
After waiting for the two people in front to complete their actions, the soldier from behind who was holding a torch for lighting quickly stepped forward and held the torch diagonally in front of his chest, aiming the flame right at his mouth.
I saw them bending slightly and blowing air forward. A fierce stream of fire like a flamethrower came from the torch, burning everything here.
Hill watched helplessly as they burned everyone's bodies to ashes, but they seemed not to be satisfied, and even burned every inch of the land to black before stopping.
Hill opened her mouth, she wanted to make some sound, but fear only made her open her mouth, and the sound only echoed in her soul and mind.
She didn't dare to make any moves at this moment. This team had a complete process of attack control with long-range short spears, rapid defense breaking and hunting in close combat, and even the final destruction of corpses and traces.
There is no communication between them, and even the coordination between different teams is exquisite. This is a team that only exists for hunting.
Hill had already felt the chill on these Frank ghosts, and the murderous aura was like the wind and snow on their bodies, freezing Hill's whole body.
Several teams carefully surrounded Hill. They held shields to block their key parts to prevent Hill from counterattacking.
Those short spears have also been raised. As long as there is a slight movement, Hill will only end up with thousands of spears piercing his heart.
Hill looked at these tall and thin warriors. Their faces covered by scarves only had the space for their eyes. Their empty eyes seemed to have decided what kind of execution they would give to the people in front of them.
At the moment when these soldiers' short spears were raised above their heads, just waiting to be thrown, these soldiers seemed to have received some instructions, quickly gathered themselves, and stood in formation according to their duties.
They split into two teams, and the soldiers at the head and tail blew flames, as if to greet someone.
At this time, a group of people came out of the darkness. They were wearing the same clothes as Hawkwood who left. Even the murderous look in their scarlet eyes under their scarves was exactly the same. They looked at everything equally, as if everything could be killed.
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Seeing the respect these soldiers showed towards these new people, Hill gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart, 'This is actually an army of servants!'