The Battle for the Helicarriers (I)

Chapter 608: The Battle for the Helicarriers (I)

"Until the authenticity of the broadcast is confirmed, I'm afraid I can't carry out Chairman Pierce's order to launch the ships."

Summoning his last bit of courage, the person in charge raised his head and met Brock Rumlow's eyes. "And according to the explicit provisions of Article Seven of the launch protocol, when there is external interference, the person in charge has the right and duty to conduct a second confirmation—Sir, I'm only doing this for—Bang!!"

However, what answered him was neither an argument nor understanding, but the most direct form of slaughter.

The instant Brock Rumlow pulled the trigger, the person in charge felt as though time had been stretched infinitely long.

He could even see the bullet spinning out of the barrel pressed against his forehead. He could see the knuckles of Brock Rumlow's trigger finger whitening slightly from the force.

Bang—

A gunshot loud enough to stop hearts exploded through the hall, making everyone's eardrums ring.

The man's head burst like a watermelon struck by a sledgehammer. Blood mist and bone fragments sprayed outward from the hole that ran through his forehead and the back of his skull, splattering keyboards and monitors crimson before slowly sliding down the curved glass.

His fat body, thrown off balance, toppled backward, knocked over a chair, and slammed onto the floor like a sack of rotten potatoes with a dull thud.

Blood gushed from the two coin-sized holes in his head, quickly pooling into a dark red puddle on the anti-static floor and reflecting the glaring ceiling lights.

"Ah—"

Terrified cries and the muffled screams of female staff immediately rose from the corner, only to be brutally silenced when the STRIKE Team guards raised their guns in warning. All that remained was the