The Supreme Mage of American Comics

Chapter 220 Death of Whitehall

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After Qin Wei made an appointment with Stark, he immediately teleported to the hall.

The hall was now neatly filled with white-robed mages, black-robed mages, and blue-robed mages. Each of the mages had endless fighting intent burning in their eyes.

Storm Ororo Monroe

Wolverine Logan

New York Temple Keeper Daniel

Fire mages Edwin and Chen

Inhuman mage Calvin Zabo, Shockwave Girl Daisy, and Jia Ying,

Qin Wei looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Calvin Zabo. Calvin's eyes were bloodshot at this time. It could be seen that he was trying his best to remove the devices from the bodies of the nine aliens as soon as possible.

"Now, I announce that the operation to eliminate Hydra has been fully launched," Qin Wei ordered.

Cyber ​​Technology Corporation

Whitehall had already learned the news that Minister Pierce was exposed and died. For the first time, he began to doubt his life. "It's impossible, it's impossible, it's impossible for SHIELD to discover Pierce's identity so quickly. There must be something wrong with it."

However, while he was muttering to himself, chaos suddenly broke out inside the company.

Countless Hydra technicians began to scream and run away, with fire, shattered glass, and screams before death. Although there were one or two gunshots, the sound was quickly replaced by a beast. drowned in a roar.

"Pack your things, let's get ready to leave," Whitehall was extremely calm and ordered a female assistant standing next to him.

The female assistant immediately started to shut down the computer quickly, and quickly removed the computer's hard drive and put it into a small suitcase. However, when she was only halfway through the installation, the titanium alloy glass door of the office was smashed from the outside with a "bang" sound.

A tall black figure rushed in.

He roared with fury like a beast, his body was spattered with blood, and his eyes were as red as spitting fire. I really couldn't imagine how much hatred a person could be so crazy.

"Is it you, Dr. Zabo, who is killing me?" Whitehall was surprised, but after realizing it was Dr. Zabo he knew, he immediately asked.

"Hahahahaha" Calvin Zabo laughed a few times, and then glared at Whitehall. The anger that had been suppressed for decades burst out at this moment. He wanted to tear Whitehall into pieces immediately, "You It must be very strange, but if I told you that my original last name was Johnson, you would definitely think of something."

"Johnson" Whitehall seemed to suddenly recall something, his expression changed drastically, "You, are you related to that woman?"

At this time, through the broken doorway, Jia Ying dragged a withered corpse in and stood side by side with Calvin Zabo. The horrifying-looking withered corpse was thrown into Whitehall's office. on the table.

The female assistant who was packing up the information was so frightened that she screamed when she saw this scene.

However, she was only halfway through screaming when a weapon was thrust into her throat. The hand holding the weapon was Whitehall's hands that never seemed to have aged.

"Good-for-nothing" Whitehall stabbed his female assistant to death with a bored expression.

"Gu" the female assistant covered her throat where a large amount of blood kept pouring out. Her eyes were extremely shocked. She never thought that the boss she admired most would stab her at this moment. A large amount of blood kept pouring out. The blood was poured into her trachea. Although she wanted to ask why, she could not say anything except making a sound of swallowing blood.

Whitehall didn't even take another look. He kicked the female assistant down and let her struggle for life on the ground. Then he looked at the terrifying mummy with disdain and said: "Have you forgotten, I am also a doctor? What? I have never seen such a corpse.”

"Ouch!" Calvin Zabo became furious again, roared, and prepared to pounce on Whitehall and kill him.

"Calvin, let me do it first." Jia Ying looked extremely calm, but it would be wrong to say that she hated Whitehall less than Calvin. It was just decades of anger, and she had learned to use actions to answer.

"I must let him die in pain."