It was 6:30 in the evening.
The area surrounding the Pentagon in Washington was packed with hundreds of journalists and anti-war protesters.
On giant screens outside Times Square and the Capitol Building, high-resolution scans of top-secret documents authorizing human experiments signed by General Ross are being played on a loop.
In the Pentagon's emergency conference room, three Army four-star generals, their faces ashen, slammed down three secure telephones.
At the same time, the top-floor office of the Vought Tower in Manhattan was unusually quiet.
Lynn Morris stood by the window, looking down at the New York street scene as the lights came on.
To this day, the media and politicians outside still believe that the military scandal that ignited global public opinion was the work of some righteous hacker group that robbed the rich to help the poor.
Ada Wong walked in gracefully, wearing a red, high-slit cheongsam-style trench coat and high heels.
Nina Williams followed closely behind.
She wore her hair in a high ponytail, with a few strands falling beside her pale cheeks.
A purple and white camouflage off-shoulder tight-fitting combat suit perfectly accentuated her sleek and powerful physique.
The two, one warm and the other cold, stood before the large desk.
Lynn turned around, pushed his finger across the table, and two chips slid toward the two of them.
" Blonsky is just the appetizer."
"The gamma-ray data the military has accumulated over the past thirty years, the network of contacts of that researcher codenamed Mr. Blue, and the dirt on those old guys on the Congressional Military Committee..."
Ada Wong reached out and picked up one of the chips, her eyes sparkling.
"Boss, you're always in such a hurry..."
"That old man Thaddeus Ross keeps a loyal black ops group at his Foggy base and Culver University; they're probably busy destroying the original genetic samples right now."
As he spoke, he glanced sideways at the aloof and beautiful woman beside him.
"Wouldn't it be too much of a commotion to just rob it?"
Lynn's gaze fell on Nina, and he smiled.
"So you two go together. Ada will get Thaddeus Ross to sign, and Nina will shut up anyone who doesn't listen."
Nina nodded and coldly promised, "Leave it to me."
After saying that, she picked up another chip and turned to leave.
Watching the two leave one after the other, Lynn nodded slightly.
Dealing with smart and disciplined subordinates is worry-free; there's even no need to emphasize punishment for failure.
8 PM, Virginia
A secret military safe house.
General Ross unbuttoned his uniform collar, his full head of silver hair disheveled, and roared into the encrypted communication channel:
"I don't care what those reporters are babbling about outside! Major Green, I order you to immediately take men and blow up the cold storage room in Laboratory Three!"
"Burn all paper files and blood samples related to Project Zero to ashes!"
"Furthermore, use your highest authority to expose the true nature of that organization!"
Major Green, on the other end of the communicator, stood at attention and received the order, "Understood, General! The demolition team is in position. Clear the lab completely within five minutes!"
Thaddeus Ross hung up the phone, and before he could even catch his breath, the lighting system in the safe house started crackling with electricity.
Click!
The lights in the room went out, but the backup emergency light in the corner turned on.
Thaddeus Ross's heart skipped a beat. He reached for his new sidearm, only to see a faint blue ripple spreading across his personal desk.
A holographic communication projection appeared out of thin air.
In the video, Ada Wong is sitting on the leather back seat, legs crossed, swirling a wine glass in her hand.
Thaddeus Ross's pupils contracted sharply.
broken!
This safe house cost tens of millions of dollars to build, and not even a fly can get in.
The fact that the other party could project the image directly onto his face means that the military's security measures are as good as a sieve.
Ada Wong ignored his impotent rage and lightly traced a line in the air with her finger.
A bank statement bearing the seal of Switzerland bank was unfolded right under Thaddeus Ross's nose.
" General Ross, with that loud voice, your little cardiovascular system is about to burst."
"Over the past five years, you have misappropriated 320 million US dollars of the Department of Defense budget to cover the deficit of Project Zero, of which 40 million US dollars flowed into your niece's shell company."
"Tell me, if this financial statement appears on the table at the congressional hearing tomorrow morning, how many of your general's stars will you still have?"
Thaddeus Ross's back was drenched in cold sweat, but he still stubbornly insisted, "Don't try to scare me! That's a secret account tacitly approved by the Special Committee. If you, Vought, dare to touch me, the Pentagon won't let it go!"
"Yeah?"
Ada Wong showed me a document. " Vought's legal and public relations departments have already drafted your resignation letter, citing a sudden heart attack as the reason."
"If you hand over the coordinates and research data of all the gamma test subjects now, the company will not only settle your accounts, but also send you to Hawaii for a comfortable retirement."
"Don't even think about it! Even if I blow everything up today, I won't leave a single hair on Lynn Morris's head!"
Thaddeus Ross appeared furious, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I managed to give the order...
The ventilation ducts and louvers were quietly removed.
Nina Williams landed gracefully.
At the front of the corridor, eight heavily armed elite military personnel were pushing a cart of explosives to the other side.
Nina acted without hesitation, directly cutting into the crowd.
The leading soldier's vision blurred, and before he could even ask a question or react, a hand wearing a black leather glove gripped his throat.
Click!
Nina's left leg swept across the air like a steel whip, shattering the second person's kneecap.
Using the momentum, he spun around and clamped his legs around the neck of the third soldier like scissors, then slammed his waist and abdomen into the ground!
Clang!
Their fate is unknown.
The remaining five soldiers raised their guns, ready to fire.
However, the corridor was too narrow, and Nina's movements were so fast that they defied human biomechanics. Aikido and Iron Fist assassination joint techniques were transformed into Carnage art in her hands.
Wrist snap, chokehold, shoulder dislocation, spinal fracture...
In just ten seconds, only one person remained standing in the corridor.
Hearing something amiss, Major Green drew his pistol, flung open the door to the third laboratory, and rushed out.
Before he could even ask a question, he saw his elite men lying on the ground, each of their limbs twisted at an eerie angle.
Amidst the corpses, the woman stared coldly at him.
The instinct for survival compelled Major Green to pull the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
Two bullets grazed Nina's hair as they flew past.
Nina sidestepped the bullet by a hair's breadth, then quickly closed in with two quick footsteps.
With a cunning parry from the pistol with his left hand, he smoothly wrapped his right arm around the major's arm, flipped his body in mid-air, and delivered a clean and decisive armbar!
"Ah!"
Major Green screamed as his right arm was ripped off and his pistol fell to the ground.
Nina knelt on one knee against his chest, grabbed the pistol from the ground, and pressed the barrel against his chin.
"Key."
Seeing that the other party gritted their teeth and remained silent.
Nina dislocated his other arm.
Ask, dislocate the joint; ask again, dislocate the joint again.
It wasn't until the fourth question that Nina placed the pistol at a crucial point.
"In... in the pocket of my left breast..."
Nina pulled the highest-level access key card from his pocket, confirmed the information was correct, turned around, and shot him in the head.
Upon entering the laboratory, he removed and carefully stored the core hard drive containing the data comparing the original blood of the Hulk and the Abomination.
After doing all this, she raised her hand and pressed the earpiece. "Sample intact."
Inside the safe house, General Ross also heard Major Green's scream and this cold report through the projector.
He slumped back into his chair, utterly exhausted.
Ada Wong smiled at Thaddeus Ross, whose face was ashen.
"The Ministry of Justice will come to collect your signature at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Sweet dreams tonight."
The projection is off.
On a street in Washington., a black limousine slowly pulled up at a street corner near Capitol Hill.
Ada Wong opened the car door and stepped out.
Behind her, dozens of meters away in the Shadow of a street corner, three men dressed in ordinary trench coats, each with a miniature communicator in their earpiece, were quietly following.
"Reporting to the Director, Ada Wong has appeared on the outskirts of Capitol Hill, and Hydra's spies have followed her."
One of them whispered something to his collar.
Ada Wong, who was walking ahead, did not turn around.
The boss is right. Whether it's the one-eyed operative from S.H.I.E.L.D.. or the Hydra rat hiding in the sewers, they'll all be tempted to stick their heads out and bite the hook.
Inside a safe house in Foggy.
"Damn it! Lynn Morris! You can't control everything!"
General Ross roared and grabbed the ashtray on the table, smashing it to pieces against the computer screen in front of him.
His bloodshot eyes darted around in the darkness as he stumbled to the safe in the corner and pulled out an old-fashioned satellite phone.
This was his last trump card, a genius madman whose file wasn't even in the Pentagon's archives.
Thaddeus Ross gritted his teeth and dialed a number he knew by heart.
The faint light of the screen reflected his ferocious old face, and in the memo column of the address book, three words danced clearly:
" Mr. Blue ".