"Sir, I'm afraid I have some bad news to tell you."

On a certain floor of a building, on a pile of messy paper files that had been turned over, Crossbones Rumlow was helplessly calling his new boss, Garrett.

"According to our information, Steve Rogers should be here, but we tracked here and found nothing. Sir, I think we have lost Steve Rogers' whereabouts."

Although he knew that saying this would make his big boss unhappy, Rumlow had no other choice. At this point, he did not think that concealing information or lying was a good and effective method.

Fortunately, what makes Rumlow confident is that he is still valuable. At least until he finds Captain America and catches him, Rumlow is sure that he will not be in any danger.

On the contrary, the real crisis moment comes after capturing Captain America.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see that they can't deal with Lyon, so of course a scapegoat will be needed.

It would be better if the scapegoat had enough weight.

Sadly, no matter how he analyzed it, Rumlow found in despair that he was the most suitable scapegoat.

This is a little bit...sad, which cannot be cut off.

…

Although Garrett on the other side of the phone was prepared to hear bad news, when he actually heard the bad news, he couldn't help but feel panicked.

Captain America must not be alive, absolutely not!

No matter what kind of public opinion, moral high ground, or abundant evidence they hold, if they can't stop Captain America from speaking, they will definitely fail.

Because the credibility of the American team is too strong.

Everyone respects him and believes in him. If Sophia and Sofia have different arguments and a dispute breaks out, there is almost no doubt that Team USA will be the final winner.

Look at SHIELD now. Even though they have concocted so much evidence, spent so much manpower and material resources, and the right time, place and people are in the hands of SHIELD, the cauldron that killed Fury is still in the United States.

The deduction on the team's head was not very strict.

Garrett wanted to re-brainwash the Winter Soldier and ask him to go to the TV station as a witness to identify Captain America.

The tone was not very polite, and he ordered Rumlow to continue to track Captain America and be on standby at any time. After Garrett put down the phone, he directly found another capable subordinate.

The maker of the entire plan's details, the former surrendered general: Agent Sitwell.

"Sir, do you have any instructions?"

Standing in the high-rise hall of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Sitwell, who was responsible for directing a group of agents to capture the US team, was still very calm when he spoke. His tone also infected Garrett, who was a little anxious, and he couldn't help but slow down and recover.

He asked with some confidence: "Give me some good news, Sitwell, Rumlow just lost the whereabouts of Steve Rogers."

Looking around, the atmosphere in the command center seemed a bit depressing. Everyone was staring at him involuntarily. Sitwell wondered if there was anyone here who had mastered skills like lip reading. After all, this was the home of the agents.

Any skill or expert may appear, so it is completely normal to hold back.

After walking a few steps outside and coming directly to the window, Sitwell took out another cell phone in his arms and pressed it with his hand. At the same time, the call with Garrett continued.

"Sir, I do have good news for you."

Garrett was shocked: "Speak!"

As if he had seen something funny, Sitwell showed an interesting smile on his face, but he did not laugh out loud, and his tone was still very calm and respectful: "Although I have nothing to say about Steve.

News, but... I have news about another person here: Mr. Natasha Romanov."

"Go tell Rumlow."

"Okay, sir."

………………

In the building, he was bored and playing with tearing paper with his hands. Rumlow sat on the chair with his feet up and was in a daze with an expressionless face. He didn't know what he was thinking about.

Garrett asked him to stand by, and he carried out the order perfectly, leading his own assault team to stay motionless in this building.

"Agent Rumlow. Can you hear me?"

In his headset, he suddenly received a call coming through a special line from the SHIELD command center.

"Sitwell...sir."

Crossbones Rumlow's expression became more vivid. He squinted his eyes slightly and called out the familiar name just like every time he collaborated on a mission in the past. However, this time his name was a little interesting.

change.

"Agent Rumlow, I'm afraid you called the wrong person. I'm not your commander."

Quickly extracting another meaning from Sitwell's words, Rumlow sneered: "Ah, yes, yes, hehe... Yes, Minister John Garrett is my commander, I'm sorry...

gentlemen."

For me, Sitwell may not be considered a teammate, but after all, they have worked together for a long time and have done a lot of dirty work for Pierce together. He is not considered a comrade. The relationship of colleagues for many years is still necessary.

However, Crossbones, who believed that he was definitely stronger than Sitwell, more powerful and more valuable, never expected that things would actually progress to this point.

Not only did Sitwell become a master and apprentice with Lyon, but after Pierce's downfall and accidental death, a new Hydra boss took over, and he was able to thrive like a fish in water, and was even more reused than before!

On the other hand, I am precarious and may become an outcast at any time.

The officer who made those two strange noises just now, Mr. Crossbones, also had such thoughts, with a little vent, anger, jealousy, and unwillingness to reveal his true emotions.

In Rumlow's view, no matter where things go, judging from the foreseeable results, the results Sitwell may face are much better than his own.

Seemingly unwilling to tangle with Rumlow too much on this issue, Sitwell avoided the topic and said directly: "We found traces of defected agent Natasha Romanoff, Mr. Garrett

I want you to capture her and bring her back."

"Are you alive?" Rumlow also promptly stopped his "revelation of true feelings" and asked in a very professional manner.

"Hehehe... That depends on your ability, Rumlow. I hope you won't die in this mission."

When the call ended, Rumlow smiled and crossed his arms.

In past missions, Sitwell also made such a joke with him, but the words he said now seemed to be no longer just a joke.

That was a break in a sense.

"Let's see who dies first!"

Rumlow didn't know if he was talking about Natasha Romanoff, himself, or... Sitwell?
Chapter completed!