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Chapter 308 Let's Do Our Job Well

Chapter 308 Let's Do Our Job Well

"What's up with him?"

Kamala looked at Faust sitting motionless in front of the table with some horror.

"Do you think he's scared? Didn't you see us coming?" Tommy appeared next to Faust in a flash, and at the same time stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes.

no response.

He turned his head and looked at Zhao with pleading eyes.

Zhao also frowned, watching all this without saying a word.

"Okay, stop pretending." Kate was not in a good mood, she went straight up and patted Faust.

Following her movements, Faust's body fell straight down.

"What?" Everyone was stunned.

"He's dead?" Nadia wondered.

Tommy reached out and felt Faust's pulse, then shook his head.

"According to my scan, John Finhall's physical condition is normal." Vivi said slowly, "So, he must be alive."

"But this..." Kamala still couldn't accept it. She looked around and found that the expressions of her companions were the same as hers.

"he died."

The voice sounded behind them, and everyone subconsciously turned around and put on a defensive posture.

"Colt?" Kamala asked cautiously.

"What else?" Colt glanced at them, "We should go."

"Wait, did you do this?" Kamala stopped him with his hand, "What the hell is going on? Also, we thought you..."

"Time is short, and I don't want to waste time explaining too many things. All in all, Faust is indeed alive, but he is also dead." Colt glanced at the "corpse" that fell on the ground, "Physiologically speaking, He's still alive, but his mind already thinks he's dead, in other words, I made him believe he's dead, so he's dead."

"What?" Kamala and the others still couldn't understand.

"It's time for us to retreat." Natasha appeared behind Colt, "It's not over yet, we don't have much time to celebrate here."

"Natasha!" With the appearance of a familiar figure, everyone showed strong vigilance again.

"Okay, let's go." Zhao squeezed to the front row and stopped his companions, "They are our people."

"You..." Everyone looked at Zhao, then at Colt and Natasha, and in the end they just shook their heads and sighed with complicated eyes.

"Now, I have a question, who is stronger to help carry the "corpse"?" Colt pointed to Faust in the room.

……

"They succeeded." In the Avengers Hall, Pym rushed to Tony, "Zhao's team has completed their goal."

"That's good." Tony laughed. "It seems that our rookie team is doing a good job."

He looked at the screen, and suddenly his smile disappeared.

"what is that?"

……

"Have you got it?" Zhao and Colt stood in a corner of the cabin, Zhao lowered his voice, "You know what I'm talking about."

Colt shook his head: "Don't worry, the matter is very complicated. If I sum it up, I didn't get it, but I gave her freedom."

"Her?" Zhao Mianlu was surprised, "You mean..."

"Yes, as you think, the Cosmic Cube is much more complicated than we originally expected, and, this matter always makes me feel that something is wrong." Colt's tone did not have any lighthearted meaning.

"What do you mean?" Zhao also became vigilant, "What did you notice?"

"Red Skull." Colt lowered his head, "I admit that Red Skull is a lunatic, obsessed with using various myths to turn himself around, but I have read all his records, and I have also personally chatted with the Cosmic Cube, they When the president was first tampered with, the Cosmic Cube had not yet had its own consciousness, which meant two problems.

"First, it is not the Cosmic Cube itself that prevents them from changing everything, and we still don't know what is stopping them.

"Second, the Cosmic Cube has no consciousness, and all the legends have not recorded this, which means that Zemo and Zola don't know, and the Red Skull doesn't know either. In this case, why should the Red Skull Desperately determined to leave with the Cosmic Cube instead of joining Zemo and Zora's safer plans? Red Skull is crazy, but he's not stupid."

"So, at that time, he knew that the Cosmic Cube could give birth to his own consciousness?" Zhao followed Colt's words, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know very well," Colt said. "Behind this incident, it's not just a fairy tale that Hydra happened to find them right."

Zhao pursed his lips, supported the cabin wall with one hand, and shook his head: "I really hope this matter can end here."

"Okay, let's not talk about that, what about the Captain and the Avengers? After I released the Cosmic Cube, what's the situation at the White House?"

……

White House.

"Sorry, Mr. President." Fury led people into the Oval Office of the President in the White House.

In the office, there was no security resistance, only Voss and his son sat dejectedly in their chairs.

Fury raised his hand to stop the agents behind him.

"It seems that you remember a lot of things?" He walked to the desk and looked down at the president.

Old Voss closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Everything is ruined, right?"

Fury heard endless weariness in his voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid so," Fury said. "Your presidency, I'm afraid, is over, even if it's because of...but people won't accept a man who has served Hydra to continue to lead their country."

Looking at the president who looked like a walking dead, and thinking of the man who had planned a beautiful blueprint in his office before, Fury softened his heart in a rare way: "However, I think your legal team should be able to discuss your special situation. Get the best results for you."

"I don't care what happens to me!" Old Voss suddenly slapped the table and stood up.

He stared firmly into Fury's eyes, and his aura for a moment even made Fury, who had always been in control of the overall situation, feel a little weak.

"I don't care what happens to me, what I care about is the sheriff!"

After saying this, Old Voss fell back on his chair again, all the momentum just now dissipated, and he looked like a really weak old man.

"Everything is over, right." Fury didn't need to answer, he gave the answer to himself, "No matter how good it is, if it has been stained with those things, everything is over."

He stood up, gestured to his son with his eyes, and then stretched out his hands to let the agents put handcuffs on him, and walked out of his office slowly.

"Director..." Coulson walked to Fury's side, hesitating to speak.

"We do our jobs." Fury followed the procession out of the White House without looking at him.

(End of this chapter)