The moment before the fist landed on the dwarf, the dwarf disappeared without any warning!
"Behind you!" Pierce's surprised voice rang out.
Upon hearing this, the Winter Soldier, while still in the air, used his left fist, which was originally the main attacking force, to support the ground. He twisted his waist forcefully and swept one leg backwards with lightning speed.
With this kick, even a car would be kicked several meters away!
'call out-'
At the critical moment, the cloaked dwarf disappeared out of thin air and the Winter Soldier's attack failed again.
Before Pierce could react, he saw a shadow flash by and the cloaked dwarf sat on the sofa in front of him.
"If you attack again, I'll kill this guy."
The cloaked dwarf spoke in an old, hoarse voice and pointed his finger at Pierce.
The Winter Soldier naturally would not listen to the threats and was about to rush forward, but Pierce quickly waved his hand to stop him, "Winter Soldier, stop!"
The Winter Soldier stopped moving stiffly, standing in the hall like a statue.
Pierce looked at the cloaked dwarf and asked with respect and fear: "This old gentleman..."
"Don't waste your time talking nonsense. All you need to know is that I'm here to help you." The cloaked dwarf interrupted him.
"Help me?" Pierce was a little confused.
The cloaked dwarf said easily, "Aren't you going to deal with the Symbol of Peace tomorrow? I'll help you stop him."
"You, stopped the symbol of peace?" Pierce took a deep breath, and asked suspiciously but excitedly, "I don't know what to call you?"
The cloaked dwarf said seriously: "Me? Call me little ancestor!"
…
Dihao Building, the conference hall in the basement.
A secret meeting is being held here, hosted by Kyle, and those invited to attend include Hulk Banner, Iron Man Tony, Colonel Ross, and General Thunderbolt.
This is the most reliable and powerful "outsider" that Kyle can currently summon, apart from the Carl family.
Kyle tapped the table with his fingers and said calmly, "Weiss has just told you the specific matters one by one. The relevant information will be sent to you tomorrow morning. You just need to complete the tasks you are responsible for."
Tony said with emotion: "Godfather, you are exaggerating..."
"It's indeed a big deal." Ross agreed, looked at General Pili, and said thoughtfully: "Our military will provide the greatest help, but after all, we have to hide what we have done from the congressmen and the president. It is obviously not feasible to mobilize the army on a large scale."
General Pili nodded.
"You just need to provide support. Your army doesn't need to be the main force." Kyle smiled lightly.
"Then who can be the main force?" Ross asked curiously.
"Am I not?" Bruce pointed at his nose.
Everyone was speechless.
Sure, the Hulk could take on an elite army on his own, but it's too easy for him to get out of control.
"Don't worry, I have the main force." Kyle said calmly and confidently:
"After tomorrow, the Hydra organization's century-old foundation will be wiped out from the earth, and they will never be able to recover from this."
Chapter 282 Earth Cleanup Plan
There is a saying that goes, before welcoming guests or fighting enemies, clean your own house first.
The same principle applies now.
The threat posed by the Hydra organization is not that great, but they jump out from time to time to cause trouble, just like a rat dropping added to porridge, which is disgusting.
Kyle decided that if he didn't take action, then it would be fine. If he did, he would break the Hydra organization with one blow, severely injuring them and wiping out their roots.
This plan, or secret plan, is simply called the "Earth Cleanup Plan."
The next day, in the morning.
The downtown area of New York City remains the same as always, with a constant stream of people and heavy traffic in the steel jungle formed by high-rise buildings, prosperous and bustling.
Today is another peaceful day.
Since the talk of the era of heroes and aliens began, countless citizens, with habitual sighs in their hearts, hurried into their hard and fast-paced day's work.
Of course, this is only the superficial peace and harmony.
At this time, behind the city, where the public's eyes could not reach, undercurrents of several forces were surging.
Among them. In a veterans service area, in the main hall of a duplex villa.
"Crack!"
As the mechanical gears turned slightly, the rocket-shaped backpack full of technological texture split apart, and a pair of mechanical wings with a dark metallic luster fluttered open. Each of the high-tech precision gliders was two meters long.
A black youth, about thirty-five years old, wearing a gray uniform and electronic sunglasses, raised his hands and turned around on the spot, showing his high-tech equipment to the two people next to him.
Steve, who was sitting on the chair, was surprised and couldn't help but blink and asked, "Um... You said before that you were a retired pilot who was injured."
"I am indeed a pilot and paratrooper, but I have carried out the 'Falcon' secret plan, which makes me a semi-elite agent." Sam Wilson explained in a deep voice.
Natasha didn't dwell on it and said with a charming smile, "Who cares if it's a vulture or a falcon? As long as we can kill the enemy, it's fine. Now that we have an extra fighting force, we have a better chance of winning."
Steve agreed with this and was about to say something else when the doorbell of the villa suddenly rang.
The faces of the three people in the hall changed slightly, and they looked at each other in silence. For a moment, even the atmosphere in the room became solemn and tense.
"I haven't invited any guests today, and I don't have any friends on weekdays." Sam made a gesture and communicated in sign language. The mechanical wings were not retracted and were ready to start flying at any time.
Steve took a few steps forward silently and took the colorful shield from the sofa.
Natasha remained calm as well. She bent down and bowed, reached for the holster on her calf, grasped the cold and small handle and pulled out the pistol.
Their bodies were tense and their minds were alert, ready to take the lead in launching an offensive and breaking out.
"it's me."
As if guessing the high tension of the three people in the room, a steady and powerful voice sounded outside the door.
Sam was still confused, but Steve, who quickly recognized the voice, breathed a sigh of relief. Natasha put the gun back and walked quickly over to open the door.