The Marvelous Dragon Balls

"Need not."

Hearing that, "Brock Rumlow", who is over half a hundred years old, but still looks very strong and doesn't show his age at all, turned his head and waved his hand: "If you give her another sedative, you will have to wait a few hours. After an hour, we can use Veritaserum on her, because Saint Lee has now returned to the country, we must complete the task as soon as possible, and then 'dispose of' her, so as not to have a lot of dreams at night."

"I see, sir."

After the young soldier respectfully watched Rumlow walk out of the room, he just crouched down, opened Colleen Wen's handcuffs, and was about to drag her to the torture chair, when he saw a small white and tender hand in front of him. Zoom in rapidly in the sight! Immediately afterwards, an extremely frightening pain came from his throat!

"Uh...uh..."

The young soldier covered his bleeding neck with his hands, and his eyes became more and more horrified when he couldn't make a sound. A second ago, Colleen Wen, who was still completely motionless, suddenly opened his eyes, lightning flashed. He poked a hand knife at him, and then, a bright blood light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Colleen Wen, whose pretty face was splattered with blood, looked a little hideous. She covered the young soldier's chin, blocking his silent cry for help, and pinched the back of his head with the other hand. At the same time as he showed a fierce expression, his arms suddenly staggered, twisting the neck of the young soldier, ending his pain.

"where am I……"

Colleen Wen put the corpse in her hand on the floor silently, her eyes a little confused, although she had woken up long before Rumlow and the young soldier started to talk, but just based on the few The content of the sentence is obviously not enough to piece together the whole incident. The only thing she can be sure of is that these people are damned!

Especially that bastard named Rumlow!

Colleen Wen gritted her teeth viciously, and said to herself silently, "Get rid of me? Don't let me meet you again!"

I need weapons.

With this thought in mind, Colleen Wen found a half-foot-long saber from the corpse under her feet. As for the rifles and pistols carried by the young soldiers, she simply ignored them as she didn't know how to shoot.

After Colleen Wen had a knife in her hand, she felt inexplicably calm in her heart. Although it was said that with the blessing of qi, her bare hands were already a very deadly weapon, but the so-called hard-to-change habit, she touched it. In the past ten years, the knife has long been accustomed to the feeling of having a guy in the hand.

At this moment, a dazzling red light suddenly flashed in the corridor outside the door of the torture room, and the alarm sound of "woo woo woo" came in from the door. Colleen Wen frowned. Looking around the room, I found a camera in one of the corners.

Can't stay here and sit still.

Colleen Wen thought so, and quickly rushed out of the door. She had just run two steps in the corridor when she saw a brown-haired white soldier with a rifle in both hands at a corner in the distance. In her first moment, she aimed the dark muzzle at her, and put her finger on the trigger at the same time.

Too late!

After estimating the distance between herself and the brown-haired soldier, Colleen Wen suddenly stopped and stood still. If you look closely, you will find that her expression also froze at this moment, looking very stiff.

The next moment, continuous and spaced gunshots of "da, da, da" resounded throughout the corridor. Judging from the trajectory of the brown-haired soldier's shot, he aimed at Colleen Wing's legs and feet. The order is to shoot, but not to kill.

However, it doesn't really matter where the brown-haired soldier is aiming. Several bullets shot from his muzzle penetrated "Colleen Wing" in front of him without any hindrance. He hit the wall behind him, and at the same time he showed a puzzled expression,

Suddenly, there was a figure around him. Before he could turn his eyes to see who it was, he only felt a pain in his chest. A familiar-looking standard saber penetrated the bulletproof vest and plunged into his heart.

Colleen Wen pushed the dead brown-haired soldier hard and pulled out the blood-stained saber. Her face was very ugly. With her physical strength, she could only use the "Afterimage Fist" once in battle. Without a rest, forcibly use it again, the consequences would be disastrous, and of course she couldn't be happy if she handed over the "big move" so early.

To make matters worse, Colleen Wen didn't see a single window on the road after moving on, and she was not familiar with the terrain at all. Before she could feel the edge of the entrance and exit, she was given by a large number of soldiers with live ammunition. Blocked, caught in a desperate situation where there is no way forward, and there are chasing troops behind.

Colleen Wen has never been a person who easily admits defeat. Even though she knew she was in a dead end, she did not lose her fighting spirit. Facing the hail of bullets, she rushed to a room with the door open, a second before she ran in. , "Oh!" with a painful cry, his body staggered abruptly, and he almost fell into the room.

"Bang!" After slamming the metal door and locking it, Colleen Wen glanced left and right, and found an office. She limped away two steps, "Bang!" He knocked down a metal filing cabinet and blocked the door. Then he sat down against the wall and checked his painful right leg.

The sharp tip of a rifle bullet penetrated Colleen Wing's thigh and stayed in her body. Thankfully, it seemed to be stuck in the muscle and didn't hurt the bone.

Hearing a "chirp", Colleen Wen tore a piece of cloth from her shirt, and after simply bandaging the wound, she began to look at the office carefully, trying to find an escape route.

The only feasible solution is obviously the vents on the ceiling. However, the louver vents that block the ventilation ducts are made of solid alloys and cannot be easily pried open. The soldiers who are already smashing the doors are obviously not. Will give Colleen Wing so much time.

Just when Colleen Wen felt helpless, there was a loud "Boom!" outside the door, and the wall she was leaning against also shook violently.

bomb?

Colleen Wen thought of these two words first, and then, looking at the metal door that had been partially distorted, but still remained intact, she immediately denied the conjecture, and then she heard it again, coming from outside the door There was a continuous shooting sound of "da-da-da", a cluttered collision of "crackling", and bursts of exclamations and screams.