Chapter 234: How Do You Like It Cooked?
"Hail HYDRA."
Agent Sitwell felt that the slogan he had been shouting for half his life seemed particularly grating today.
The task Pierce assigned to him was honorable and great, and Pierce's strategy was correct. With his current identity, if Captain America wanted to obtain information about the Insight plan, he would definitely come to him.
So, he prominently displayed the HYDRA emblem, putting on a satisfied look and interacting frequently with his colleagues.
But as Sitwell speculated all morning, he wondered what methods they would use to deal with him.
Would they point a gun at me?
A long-range sniper rifle?
Should I pay extra attention to whether there are red dots on my chest?
Or would they impersonate my colleagues and call me?
Black Widow should have those technical means as well.
Or would they just come at me, like a robbery in broad daylight, and take me away?
Even if it was Captain America, they wouldn't do something like that in public, right?
Just like we wouldn't simply shoot Captain America if we caught him. That would lead to significant social problems.
Captain America should be able to imagine that it would be completely inappropriate to treat someone like myself, who still has an openly recognized international agent identity, in such a manner.
So, after wandering around outside for the entire morning without finding any red dots on himself or receiving any strange phone calls, Sitwell began to wonder if he had overdone the act a bit?
Rumlow had called him three times to confirm, yet Sitwell acted as if nothing was wrong...
Could it be that Captain America realized it was a trap and went after another target?
But in the end, Captain America didn't disappoint Sitwell.
In fact, he couldn't help but praise Pierce's great foresight.
However... it would have been better if they could have kidnapped him more gently.
When Sitwell saw the sunlight again, he found himself on top of a building.
He held his chest, feeling like his heart was about to jump out of his mouth—
What had I just experienced?
He was sitting outside a café, ready to taste the freshly ordered coffee.
In broad daylight, in front of everyone's eyes, he was swallowed whole by something invisible...
Yes, swallowed in one bite!
Sitwell, still terrified, was absolutely certain that he had been inside the mouth of some kind of beast just moments ago!
Its sharp teeth had instantly crushed the chair he had brought in!
He had tried all kinds of methods, even taking out a portable high-temperature cutting tool, but the unknown creature didn't even budge!
How was that possible!
Or was this an illusion?!
But could someone explain how my entire body was covered in saliva?!
Steve looked at the familiar face spat out by Skoll. He had originally wanted to punch him, but now he grinned and stopped in his tracks.
"What was that thing?! What are you trying to do?!"
Fortunately, Sitwell hadn't forgotten his role.
He appeared flustered, but in reality, he was extremely confident.
Because he had a tracking device on him, constantly monitoring his location. If the STRIKE team, who was keeping an eye on him, discovered his sudden disappearance, they would track him here in no time!
As long as he could delay enough time, Captain America wouldn't stand a chance against the fully armed STRIKE team!
Rumlow had emphasized several times that they had failed to capture Captain America because the elevator was too small, and they didn't have heavy weapons to deal with his shield.
"Sitwell... It seems like it was a joke that I went to rescue you from those pirates."
Skoll remained invisible, while Sam provided aerial support. So, there were only Steve and Sitwell present.
"Captain, what are you talking about? I..."
"Tell me Zola's algorithm!"
Steve hesitated for a moment, then kicked Sitwell to the ground and wiped his shoe soles on the floor.
"What did you do on the Lemurian Star?"
"Algorithm? I haven't heard of it. The Lemurian Star? I... I threw up on it. I get seasick!"
He trembled as he struggled to climb up, wiped his glasses, and forced a smile.
Does Captain America's kick feel that good?
He felt like he was bleeding from his stomach, there was taste of blood in his mouth:
"Captain Rogers, you are now a fugitive of S.H.I.E.L.D...."
He watched as Steve approached step by step, while he took steps back, but he had already backed up to the edge:
If he took one more step back, he would be in free fall.
"Phew..."
Sitwell suddenly calmed down:
"Ahaha... It's really high here, but you're Captain America, God's righteous man.
Are you going to kidnap me in broad daylight for such a trivial matter...
and then throw me down from here?"
He slowly revealed a confident smile while shaking his head confidently and calmly:
"That's not your style, Captain Rogers."
"You're right."
Steve had already reached the opposite side, and he could push him down with a hand, but he glanced disdainfully at the Skoll's drool on the him:
"Not only is it not my style, but it also makes it a little difficult for me to get my hands on you.
But compared to being swallowed whole by a wolf, being pushed off a rooftop by a wolf isn't that unacceptable, right?"
Steve spread out his hands, and Sitwell felt as if he had been struck by something invisible and screamed as he fell.
"Wow, that's harsh."
Skoll's voice came from an unseen location:
"He should have held on a little longer. His reinforcements have arrived."
"Can you handle it?" Steve looked behind him, and a helicopter was already flying over.
"Of course, it's daytime now, almost noon."
Skoll's voice came from a distance:
"How well done do you want it?"
"...Well done!"
"No problem."
Amidst the inhumane bombardment of the solar cannon, Sam grabbed Sitwell by the collar and pulled him up, throwing him onto the rooftop.
Sitwell's screams abruptly stopped, because he saw a golden wolf standing three meters tall, spewing beams of light from its mouth.
The sun in the sky seemed even brighter, and here, one could feel the heat of the solar beams. They directly blasted the armed helicopters of the Special Forces team into smithereens.
No, it should be... melted metal juice.
As for the explosions in the air and the charred pieces falling down, Sitwell dared not look.
He understood now, what the hell it meant to sacrifice oneself...
"Zola's algorithm is a program used to select Insight's targets..."
He surrendered decisively. He could argue and confront Captain America with reason, but facing a beast that could wipe out the entire Special Forces team with one mouthful, what could he say?!
He didn't even have the mind to think about where this thing came from!
"What targets?"
"You, Tony Stark, Oaks Woods, Bruce Banner, A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA!
Now, or in the future!"
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