Chapter 873

As one of the few black superheroes, Falcon has chosen to support the imperial policy, not to mention billions of ordinary imperial citizens.

In fact, the empire with huge backing has won the support of the people, because the poor can live a full and warm life, and then they can live better through their own efforts. The rich don't have to worry about their assets being arbitrarily deprived and reduced to the streets. Of course, those who want to make money are crazy. According to incomplete statistics, After the establishment of the Empire, there were almost tens of thousands of bastards, vampires, beasts and parasites hanging on the street lamps. You know, hanging the street lamps also depends on the level. It's good for ordinary black hearted businessmen to eat a peanuts.

As the largest capitalist on the earth, Fisher naturally knows the urine of these people. Don't say anything. As long as there is profit, the capitalists will take risks. It's all because they don't die enough and die miserably enough. The imperial government is reasonable. Any business behavior without illegal operation is allowed, and it has defined a big cake that no one can eat, If you want to die, who can stop it?

Although the saying goes that cutting grass needs to remove roots, it only depends on the first offender to go to the street lamp. If they can not be involved, they will not be involved. Even if they confiscate their assets, they will leave enough food and clothing. After all, they will stay on the front line to meet in the future, and most of them are more obedient to the Empire. After all, they are wrong first.

However, there are still a small number of people who think I'm right. I exploit and oppress, suck bones and knock marrow, but I'm a good man. Those people cry on the bench are called tragic, but in fact they cry not because of regret, but because they were caught.

The reason why the flag breakers can develop is that they have a good life. Naturally, they can't live without the support of these people.

Nick Frey's Imperial Security Agency has been digging deep into these damn reptiles recently. The mother who always has good self-restraint provokes the Fark man. Now he doesn't play. He has a showdown.

"I have prepared 3000 lamp posts for these guys. If necessary, I will prepare another 3000. I have only one request!"

In fact, Nick Frey was not so manic at first, but the problem was that the more he dug down, the more people involved. Many participants were receiving pensions from the Empire and enjoying various benefits. As a result, they were still doing things inside and outside, which made Nick Frey unbearable.

Your uncle, chief Nick Frey hates three kinds of people most in his life. Twenty five, twenty-five, or special twenty-five. It's only a few years since the bones of the agents killed in the s.h.i.e.l.d. have been buried. Do you guys look down on me, Nick Frey, or the hundreds of thousands of agents of the Imperial Security Agency?

Not to mention there is a big boss on Nick Frey's head. The imperial imperial concubine, the first ghost agent of the Talon Empire, Miss nova, is the plenipotentiary representative of his majesty. The ghost agents under him are all elites of hundred battles, proficient in various techniques and tactics, and their spirit is not weak.

If no one is watching, Nick Frey can give the other party a happy ending. But now, if a big man is paying attention to this matter, it shows that it is very serious, so it is impossible to solve it hastily. We must hurt the killer and let the other party understand what is the iron fist of the Empire!

After many investigations, after nearly a hundred stubborn fools died, the Imperial Security Bureau finally found out where the flag breaker's super soldier potion came from.

When a deputy director of the CIA left office, he secretly brought a can of samples and handed them to a doctor of biology who had been in Hydra and was acquitted by Atlas because he didn't do anything bad. He asked the other party to make some improvements according to the samples, and then sold this improved super soldier medicine with less power but still good effect.

"Get me the action force!"

Nick Frey stood in front of the big screen of the Security Bureau command center with his arms in his arms. At the moment, the big screen showed the perspective of the operational forces preparing to carry out the capture mission ahead.

Maybe he didn't make enough money. After retirement, the senior CIA official directly settled his home on blarney island in Singapore. This harbor taken over by fully automated facilities is already the busiest Logistics Port in the world and naturally the most active intelligence trading center in the world.

This information is not necessarily about the Empire, but it may also be commercial competition or something else. However, it is undeniable that the island is as busy as the naval command, and transactions will be concluded here all the time.

Long before reunification, Singapore set up a whole security force of hundreds of people here to prevent accidents. When Singapore was incorporated into the Empire, the title of the security force was transferred to the local Ministry of the interior. Although it nominally became a security guard, it was equipped with external bones, laser rifles and formal security guards, which I'm afraid most people have never seen.

At the moment, the security force and the operation force of the Imperial Security Agency are rapidly approaching the target site in several wheeled armored vehicles.

"There are still three hundred meters. The next intersection is!"

"Copy that, everybody ready!"

When the aggressive wheeled armored vehicle appeared under the residence of the retired deputy director, the other party immediately noticed something wrong and resolutely began to run away accompanied by the bodyguard.

However, compared with the local security forces, the retired deputy director and his men have some shortcomings, such as not being skilled in remembering the direction of the path.

As for the means of transportation, that is to die. Only you can't think of the means of transportation owned by the Imperial Security Bureau. If the other party dares to drive, the commander can generously say that I'll let you run 20 kilometers first.

But although he was blocked by the armed forces, the deputy director was not flustered at all. He took a look at the seven or eight bodyguards around him, and then pretended to nod coldly.

"Come on, take care of them. We have to leave!"

Three minutes later

With the last dead body without a head staggering to the ground, the frightened deputy director gulped down a mouthful of saliva, and then raised his hands tremblingly.

It can be seen that he has great confidence in his bodyguards. After all, after the super soldier medicine came out, he gave the bodyguards a shot first, but unfortunately, these bodyguards face the ghost agents of the Security Bureau. As the saying goes, beyond seven steps, the gun is fast, within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast, and the guns of these ghost agents are accurate and fast no matter how many steps.

"It's not fair!"

The muttering deputy director looked at the figure emerging from the darkness. At the moment, he had no resistance, so he had to be arrested, and then he was ready to explain and get on the electric chair.