As it turned out, Black Widow truly lived up to her years as a veteran spy. Her eye for choosing safe houses was exceptionally sharp.
The safe house was sandwiched between other apartments, with people living above and below, ensuring the enemy couldn't burst in by smashing through the floor or ceiling. It was also in the old district, where the century-old buildings ruled out breaking through the walls.
Under those circumstances, whoever their opponents were, they had only two options left: break through the door or come through the windows!
The instant the alarm sounded, everyone had already taken their positions at the windows and front door, waiting for the Black Widow Pursuit Team sent by the Red Room to break in.
Wearing his Hydra Captain outfit, Captain America looked at the disguised Sherlock standing opposite him with a staff in hand, his expression a tangled mess. Before the enemy could breach the door, he quietly complained to Sherlock.
"Seriously, Sherlock, have you run out of ideas? Couldn't you pick another costume?"
Hearing Captain America's complaint, Sherlock looked down in confusion at the clothes formed by his Destroyer Armor and the mask covering his entire head. A question mark practically appeared above him.
"What's wrong with this? I look pretty good, don't I?"
"Good, my ass! If I'd known you were going to cosplay Red Skull, I'd have died before putting on this Hydra uniform!"
Hearing Captain America's complaint, Sherlock irritably pointed at his face and rolled his eyes at him before saying, "Captain, I suggest you get checked for color blindness. Pay attention. I'm Green Skull!"
Hearing that and staring at Sherlock wearing his old enemy's face, only with a head so green it practically glowed, Captain America felt his blood pressure rising.
Just as he was about