The command was changed.

He listened to the indifferent sound from the helmet. After the complicated key comparison and unlocking in the helmet, he was sure that this was the order from his master. He didn't care about the little thing about changing the mission target, which was irrelevant to him. He took a deep breath and carefully released the switch of the electromagnetic adsorption gloves placed on his palm. While the Kun-style fighter passed over the mission target, he jumped down lightly and landed between the low houses in the old town of Tangier without making any sound. He was a warrior with all kinds of battles, under the blood-red eyepiece, the small eagle wings and the black mark of the sharp sword on his eyelids, and the star-dot tattoo surrounding his eye sockets proved his achievements.

Assassin jumps in a low building room.

Even though the sky was as bright as day, he could still flash through the dead corner of everyone's sight, like a ghost under the scorching sun. He quickly found the right position, unloaded his sniper rifle from the magnetic buckle on his back, and then stopped completely. At this time, the invisible cloak draped on his body began to work after he completely entered a stationary state, not only completely blurring the assassin's figure, but also adjusting the surface temperature to the same as the contact surface to avoid anyone discovering the heat released by the firearm through infrared thermal imaging instruments.

Daisy Johnson stepped over a overturned stall and continued running forward.

Just as nothing unexpected happened, she messed up again. This situation is extremely common for a field agent. Every field agent must make a general plan and consider how to complete the task when the situation changes. Only by being able to complete the task and meeting certain hard conditions that must be achieved can be called a qualified field agent even if there is an accident in the field. Daisy Johnson is working in this direction and she must solve the problem herself.

The low houses in the old town of Tangier, the too narrow streets and the lined parasols have all become obstacles to Melinda May's support. Melinda May cannot use the powerful firepower support of the Kun-type fighter jets, because starting the cannon here will accidentally hurt innocent civilians, which is something Agent Colson absolutely does not allow. The target Joseph Haddad's familiarity with the terrain has caused a headache for Melinda May, a skilled pilot.

Daisy Johnson has to solve the problem herself, even if she had just solved nearly ten gun-held gangsters not long ago, she had to solve the last one.

"Stop!" She knew that she would definitely not stop hearing someone shouting from behind, but she still shouted like a routine. If she was an ordinary female hacker who dropped out of high school a few years ago, the pursuit just now would make her tired and stick out her tongue and lie on the ground and stop moving.

"I don't have weapons!"

Hearing this, Joseph Hadard ran faster. That was what the woman said when she broke in ten minutes ago. He originally planned to point a gun at her to complete the transaction, but he saw the result.

"Force him to turn left." Melinda May looked down at the target and fled in the streets, providing command for Daisy Johnson. "Turn left is the loading and unloading terminal in Freeport, where I will block him."

"Received!" Daisy chased Joseph Haddad to a fork in the road. She stretched out her palm to release her abilities, shattering the sandy road to Joseph Haddad's right. Sure enough, Joseph Haddad quickly turned left and ran to the loading and unloading dock in Freeport. Daisy showed a winning smile on her face. She just needed to block the target from the rear to capture Joseph Haddad alive, and then get what she wanted from him.

"He jumped onto the roof and wanted to enter the alley next door!" Melinda May shouted, "Chasing! You must never chase him!"

Daisy Johnson stepped on Joseph Haddad and jumped onto the roof as she stepped on the crate. She felt that she could not catch up. As a local, Joseph Haddad could always find a path, but she could only chase her. She must not let Joseph Haddad enter the alley, otherwise she would never be able to catch up with her target.

She felt the warm water splashing on her face.

Daisy, who was extremely nervous, would not have noticed such a small thing, but with the warm water droplets, there was a broken calves flying over. She was so surprised that she was even in disordered in her breathing and had to slow down to look at the target ahead - a piece of Joseph Haddad's calves disappeared. It happened too suddenly, and he could not even notice it. It was not until he fell down involuntarily that the pain drowned his nerves like a tide. Joseph Haddad wailed on the ground, and a large amount of blood was splashed at Daisy's feet.

"May..." Daisy asked moaningly.

"Let's go down, there's a sniper!" Melinda May drove the Kun-type fighter jet and quickly dived, blocking Daisy and the target with the fuselage. The sand and dust from the hot wind almost made Daisy unable to open her eyes. "Stop bleeding for the target!"

"Who?" Daisy asked, skillfully took out the bleeding from her waist and bandaged it to Joseph Hadard, who was wailing. Joseph Hadard was completely shrouded in panic. It took Daisy a lot of effort to subdue him.

"I don't know." Melinda May knew that her actions were quite risky. She knew nothing about the guns used by the sniper and the location of the sniper. After making a preliminary judgment on the target's blood direction, Melinda May understood that this was the only choice to protect Daisy and the target. She could only expect the bulletproof glass of the Kun fighter to block the opponent's bullets. She pressed the button on the console and opened the hatch on the side. Her intention was quite obvious, which was to ask Daisy to take Joseph Haddad on the plane, and they would make plans after a little rest.

"We must stop the mission, and we are not the only ones in this action!"

"We can't stop the mission!" Daisy dragged Joseph Haddad, who had just stopped bleeding, and pulled a long blood on the roof. As soon as she got on the plane, she threw the target on the alloy floor. She rushed into the cab, "If we want to save Fitz and Simmons, we can only use the clues provided by Fitz! We must interrogate the password of his password box now. Wait for me, quickly in and out to complete the mission."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Melinda May glanced at her.

"He has already suffered hemorrhagic shock when he responds to the target," she said coldly, "inject adrenaline, a large dose, a chest cavity."

"The mission is completed." The assassin conveys information through headphones, and data is passed through the blood-red eyepieces on the alloy skull mask. Wind speed, ballistic speed, light and humidity, etc. factors that may affect shooting are calculated and planned through built-in computers. What the assassin needs is to control his body to complete this calculation result. He must perfectly control every muscle of his body, adjust his breathing and heartbeat, and make himself like a dead person when shooting, minimizing factors that may affect the shooting results. He can do it. His enhanced bones and muscles support him to normalize this superhuman behavior. The first thing he was told after leaving the laboratory training cabin was about his abilities and the people he wanted to serve with this ability.

"The mission is completed." Stephanie reports.

Salomon, who was sitting in the assault transport boat, nodded. He had arranged a squad to be stationed near S.H.E.D., which was loaded with two ground-boring bombs. If his cleaning work on that planet was not perfect, then these two nuclear warheads could help him complete his final mission.
Chapter completed!