Chen Mo's fist moved very quickly.
Before Rumlow could even change his expression, his head exploded on the spot.
A spray of blood mist erupted outwards.
The headless corpse remained in the position of raising the restraints, its body swayed twice, and then it fell to the ground with a thud.
The lab was silent for less than a quarter of a second.
The remaining four agents instinctively reached for their guns.
Then we set off together.
Tony's palm cannon instantly lit up to its brightest.
Hey! Stop!
The red and gold armored warrior suddenly raised his hand, locking the cannon barrel firmly against Chen Mo.
"This is Stark Tower! Not a slaughterhouse! You can't just turn everyone into ketchup just because they have a pair of handcuffs."
Coulson had already stepped aside, slowly raising his hands, trying his best to appear harmless.
Chen Mo ignored Tony's questions.
Dark red streaks of blood spread from his feet, enveloping Rumlow and the four corpses, rapidly devouring the remaining flesh and nerve memories.
Tony felt a chill run down his spine.
Although he had long suspected that this guy had most likely actually eaten the Abomination.
But guessing is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.
The scene was even more disgusting than he had imagined.
"Hey! Rude tourist! I'm talking to you."
Tony took half a step forward, his voice lowering.
"Civilized people usually talk things over before deciding whether to kill someone."
Chen Mo then turned her head and glanced at him.
"Civilized people?"
He glanced again at Tony's glowing palm cannon.
" Tony, that's a bit of a joke. Were you planning to have a book club with those guys when they were getting the shackles?"
Tony gave him a disapproving look.
"This is just so we can have a better talk."
"Yes, just a chat."
Chen Mo nodded, his tone quite serious.
"You're just pointing cannons at everyone and cramming a bunch of automatic weapons into the ceiling. You're at least polite enough to talk to people."
Tony: "..."
That bastard's observation skills are pretty comprehensive; he must have X-ray vision.
Coulson's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said, suppressing his emotions, "He's right, Mr. Stark. Let's talk for now, but don't open fire."
Tony turned his head to look at him.
"Are you serious? He just wiped out five of your men on the spot."
"First of all, they may not necessarily still be on my side."
Coulson stared at the corpse on the ground and licked his lips.
"Secondly, that restraint device is not part of my plan."
He looked at Chen Mo and opened his palm.
"I came here simply to meet with this tourist, confirm the situation, and try to get things going."
Then he looked down and pointed to the handcuffs on Rumlow's body.
"But forced arrest, nerve suppression, and high-pressure restraints are not part of my plan."
Chen Mo smiled.
"You mean there's something dirty in the team?"
Coulson remained silent for a moment.
"I hope it was just someone overstepping their authority."
But he himself knew how far off those words were.
Rumlow is no ordinary operative.
Being able to bypass his plan and directly execute another set of orders with this level of authority and equipment cannot be a simple overreach of authority.
The problem lies with the team as a whole.
Just then...
The blood vessels beneath Chen Mo's feet trembled slightly.
Memories flooded back.
Training, mission, infiltration, secret order.
Familiar yet unfamiliar symbols were pieced together from the fragments.
Hydra.
The depth of penetration was even more exaggerated than he had imagined.
Do S.H.I.E.L.D.. know they're working for Hydra?
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, I see."
Tony stared at the corpses being devoured, barely suppressing the urge to fire a shot.
But reason told him that it was best not to act rashly now.
During the day, this guy can toss away Abomination like a mop.
If a real fight broke out indoors now, the handsome and dashing Mr. Tony would probably be the first to fall.
"So?"
Tony stared at Chen Mo.
"Are you reading a dead person's brain or enjoying a midnight snack?"
"Let's count them both."
Chen Mo replied casually.
Then he pointed at Coulson.
"I'm not one to kill easily. This guy wasn't hostile, so I let him go, didn't I?"
Tony's eyelids twitched as he listened.
"Wow, what an advanced judgment system. Are you planning to use this to decide who survives from now on? Like a wilderness survival show, seeing who raises their hand first?"
Chen Mo glanced at him.
"It's better than some people who have the latest battle armor but still handle things like a luxury gunship."
"A luxury version of a gunship?"
Tony gave a cold laugh.
"Thanks, at least it shows my configuration is high enough."
"This also shows that you quite like to use firepower to build trust."
"Same here, you prefer to draw conclusions using corpses."
The air grew tense again.
Coulson immediately picked up the conversation.
"Gentlemen."
He looked at Chen Mo, trying to keep his tone calm.
"If you really see anything in their memories, I hope you can tell me. Even if it's just a direction."
"Because if my team is infiltrated, the problem won't just be here."
Chen Mo looked at him.
This easygoing person is indeed a bit confused right now, but not to the point of panic; he's quite composed.
However, the next second, Chen Mo still threw out the answer.
"It's not that your people overstepped their authority; it's that your department has been supporting another group of people."
Coulson frowned.
"What does this mean?"
The blood vessels beneath Chen Mo's feet slowly receded.
"What I mean is, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to arrest me; it's Hydra."
The words had barely left his mouth.
For the first time, Coulson lost control of his expression.
"What?! Hydra?!"
Tony was also taken aback for a moment.
He lifted his mask, frowning as he looked at Chen Mo.
"Wait, Hydra?"
Tony pointed to the several corpses on the ground.
"That old organization that Captain America and his WWII friends utterly crushed?"
Chen Mo shrugged.
"Unfortunately, it wasn't cosplay. Those that just died were all Hydra."
Coulson's breath hitched.
He instinctively wanted to refute.
Rumlow's reaction, the origin of the restraints, and the order that bypassed his authority left all objections stuck in his throat.
If this is true...
That means it wasn't just a problem in one operation.
The real problem lies with S.H.I.E.L.D.. itself.
Tony's expression changed too.
At first, he thought this guy might have made it up on the spot, with the aim of sowing S.H.I.E.L.D..
But looking at it now, this seems to make sense.
Tony even had an outrageous thought.
Could this thing actually be some failed ultimate weapon created by Hydra?
Otherwise, how can you explain his cannibalism, murder, and his sensitivity to Hydra?
Tony clicked his tongue.
JARVIS.
He suddenly spoke.
"Cut off all regular communications between the top floor and the outside, isolate the network interface on this floor, and disable all elevators."
"Yes, sir."
"Also, archive the CCTV footage of people entering the building tonight separately, with access reserved only for me."
"Executed."
Coulson looked at Tony.
"You believe him?"
"I don't believe anyone would eat people, especially not someone who ate someone right in front of me."
Tony was decisive.
"However, I don't trust a special agent team that comes to my door wearing secret handcuffs."
Coulson remained silent.
Just now, the backup emergency channel hidden in his collar had secretly transmitted his last few words.
At the same time.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.
The silence inside the command center was almost eerily quiet.
Nick Fury stood in front of the screen, staring with one eye at the audio and incomplete video that had just been synchronized back, his face expressionless.
" Hydra wanted to capture me. Those who just died were all Hydra."
These two sentences caused all the technicians in the command room to stop what they were doing.
No one dared to speak.
This is no small matter; it's like the sky has fallen for S.H.I.E.L.D..
Fury did not contact any department, nor did he issue any orders.
He simply raised his head slowly and looked at each of the agents still working in the command room.
"OMG Fuck!"