[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra economic chief

At the door of the emergency room, the Little Blue Devil and Iron Man stood opposite each other against the wall. Christine stepped on 7cm high heels and was surrounded to the door. operating room.

Kurt looked at the woman who looked similar to Christine, wondering: "You are?"

"Wendy Christian Wood, I was earlier."

Tony, who was vigilant next to him, was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, and asked with a smile, "I never heard that Christine has sisters."

Although he had a good impression of the visitor, Kurt also agreed with Stark's question.

"I have been growing up in England." Sitting on the bench next to him, his legs were crossed and stretched long, and he waited with him.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, and the operating room was still closed, Christine frowned slightly, and the dean at the side immediately made a suggestion: "President, do you want someone to go in and take a look?"

"Will it disturb the inside?"

"No, I'll tell you to be careful."

Tony, who was suspicious of the two Woods, objected: "Let's wait, Miss Wood won't be impatient because of waiting?"

"You seem hostile to me, Mr. Stark."

"No, of course not, how dare I?" Iron Man shrugged and retorted indifferently.

Christine waved her hand to refuse the supper next to her, stood up and moved her body for the third time. The operation had already been carried out in the middle of the night. As the brows of the two people next to her turned out to be tighter, Christine's expression became more and more serious.

The outside world is also in chaos. The newly appointed Secretary of State issued a statement: The murderer has been interrogated under the control of the FBI. We will never tolerate the murder of the chief culprit who killed a pillar of the country and the hope of the people of the world.

Different from the power struggle and the control of public opinion in the United States, bystanders in other parts of the world are much more obvious. Except for the headline CEO Miss Wood and Dr. Wood whose life and death are unknown, the second page is more or less a bit of a theater mentality.

'American domestic crisis'

'Clash of old and new presidents'

'Who's behind the scenes'

Compared with the authoritative print media and TV, the online prayer activities for Dr. Wood have covered all continents in a short period of time.

At 1:00 in the morning, the door of the operating room suddenly opened, and Christine, who closed her eyes and meditated, was awakened in an instant. Earlier than her was the blue monkey who rushed to Robben.

Looking at the pitiful blue skinned face looking at him, Robben, who was so exhausted by the support of two students that he could not stand still, rolled his eyes helplessly.Christine waved his hand to signal him to sit down and asked the students to help him to the seat to rest.

"The bullet is poisonous. Our antidote doesn't work. We tried all other methods. In the end, we had to change most of the blood to control the situation. But this is only temporary. It is estimated that the blood needs to be changed twice a week." Robben Sitting down and drinking a few sips of water, he said after a while, "And..."

"Go ahead, sir."

"The toxins are controlled at 50%...vegetative." The old man who has a good impression of Christine lamented, "But...Mr. Snape must have some solution."

"Well, someone has been sent to pick him up, and he will probably be back tomorrow morning."

The little blue devil's golden eyes were filled with tears, and it was really distressing to cry or not, so Christine refused to look: "Kurt, Mr. Stark, you can't help here, go to rest first , I will let someone take care of Christine."

Stark inspected her face carefully, and asked Mr. Robben next to him: "Can I go in and see her?"

"Be careful, don't touch it."

"Right."

The doctors next to him had dispersed, and Christine looked at Stark's steps into the operating room with a half-smile, asking you to go in and find out what.

Baker Street

Mycroft Holmes stood straight in the living room of 221b, picked up the "Times" which was still smelling of ink on the table, and showed an impeccable and perfect smile to Sherlock on the sofa: "The plane is ready gone."

"Tsk tsk, I hope your good boy is still under your control."

"Girls' rebellious period always appears later."

"Rebellious period, ha."

"It's just that the movement is a little louder, it can still be handled, can't it?"

"Since I can still handle it, why should I do it, two high-functioning sociopaths get together and destroy the world?"

"Sherlock!" Mycroft warned him emphatically, "She's not."

"Deceive yourself." Sherlock got up and buttoned his suit, took off his logo coat from the hanger, and walked away.

Washington DC

Former former president Leon Sr. took the main seat calmly: "This little thing scares you, ignorance! There are still 7 months until the general election at the end of the year, and we still have the ability to turn the tide?"

"But, Grandpa, that Wood has come out. Now she and Reagan have teamed up to exploit our connections, and the positions of several powerful ministers have been filled with their puppets."

Old Leon's eagle eyes shot gloomyly at his beloved grandchildren: "In the face of absolute interests, no matter how close the relationship is, it's just building blocks for us."

"Yes, I will find a way."

"No, someone has already done it."

Sitting in the office on the top floor, Christine listened to Jack's report, thoughtful: "I know about this, someone will take over the investigation, you just ask the people below to cooperate."

"By the way, when will the trial of Fury and the black widow start?"

"The day after tomorrow." Jack replied, "President, isn't Stark on the list?"

"No, it's more useful for him to stay outside than to be controlled. It's just a proof of wrong information. Besides, Congress is at most a small punishment for a formality. Who is willing to lock up their second taxpayer Now, there is no second Stark in the world, so it doesn't matter if we sell face."

After admonishing everything, Christine sat on the rocking chair with a headache: "Pick Rumlow."

"Yes."

"Hello...what's the matter?"

Hearing Rumlow's cold voice, Christine choked, and then heard the noise over there: "Where are you?"

"Dinning with the Special Forces, is there a problem?"

"No." Christine said nah.

"Then I'll hang up first. I'll go to the hospital to see 'Kristen' tomorrow. You don't have to worry."

"I don't have...hey...hey...shit!"

Rumlow, who hung up the phone, walked to the ambush site behind him. Kane, the long-faced subordinate of the Special Forces, asked in a low voice, "How will we deal with the officer in the future?"

"No, you don't have to deal with it, just tell her openly."

The day after tomorrow is the trial meeting of the Avengers. The juniors of the Lyon family, who carried their elders behind their backs, gathered again to discuss how to rescue Nick Fury, her father's uncle's right-hand man.

The few playboys didn't know the danger was coming, and they dispersed after having fun.

The few little ancestors who have been living under the shelter of the Lyon family drove loudly with their off-road vehicles and the hood open.

Rumlow waved his hand behind him, a few gunshots were fired, and several men and women who ate, drank, and gambled went to meet God. Rumlow climbed up from the ground and wrote "Hatch Town" on the car body with spray paint.

Throwing away the paint, regardless of the companions behind him, he rode away on his motorcycle in an instant.

——"Boss, what's the matter?"

——"I was hung up by the officer."

——"Are you still married?"

——"Recently, Dr. Wood 'just died', it's impossible for my sister to take over her boyfriend."

—— "Tsk, the boss is so pitiful, he was dumped by the officer just like that. But the officer's trick is really high, 'give me a sweet date and tell you that the date is poisonous'."

——"That's better than us single dogs."

——+1

——+2

……

——"Hey, I have a girlfriend."

— "I'm going, traitor!"

The next day

When Sherlock, who was wearing a logo coat and scarf with his own rhythm, walked into her office and tilted his head at her, Christine: Fake dumbfounded.

"Come to the United States to station?"

"Look at how you managed to die."

"Brother enough." Christine patted him on the shoulder proudly, "Red Queen, tell Jack to come up and tell him that help is here."

Sherlock: "..."

"The three of you have reached a consensus?"

"Just know it, don't say it, make yourself feel more stuffy!"

"We can't be less routine and more sincere."

"Shh, don't use my words, it's not for you, really."

"Yes, useless feelings, break up as soon as possible, and surprise your boyfriend right away."

"￣へ￣"

He didn't stop Sherlock from leaving, so Christine didn't know what to do. It would be fine if it was just the dandies of the Lyon family, but he actually killed the third generation.really...

The author has something to say: the comments are all one by one, just for fear that the world will not be chaotic, but it just so happens, so do I.

Arguing with my mom today.

My mother: "Why are you so unambitious?"

Me: "I don't have ambition."

My mother: "Then why don't you have ambition?"

Me: "I have no face and ambition." After I finished speaking, I couldn't help laughing, and my mother gave me a pair of blank eyes.Try to double update tomorrow, okay?