A Swiss Guard directly under the Pope, who usually gave the first impression that a ritual force with less than 70 men, wearing fancy armor with strong Renaissance colors, holding spears.

But in fact, their number is much greater than this, and they are strictly trained and equipped with excellent modern weapons. After all, the Vatican has collected tithes for more than a thousand years in Europe, and there is no problem of not being able to support the troops. Moreover, this country has a huge influence in the world that is completely disproportionate to its land area.

"At this critical moment, the Pope sent his guard here." Evanson licked his lips and said, "There must be something amazing here."

"Maybe the Demon Son is here." Claya made a guess.

"It's possible." Evanson turned his head and said to Melinda, "Contact the headquarters and ask them to tell the Vatican, and ask them how much they know and how far things have been going."

"Okay." Melinda nodded and immediately took out her cell phone to contact her.

Then Evanson looked at the bodies of the invaders and said to Rumlow, "Go and verify their identities, and maybe you can pull out the boss behind them."

"As for the order." Rumlo obeyed the order, walked to the side of a corpse and squatted down, and began to use the individual combat terminal on his left forearm to scan and compare the face of the corpse.

This terminal is connected to the database of SHIELD. With the permissions of Rumlo, the identity of most people around the world can be found. In just a dozen seconds, Rumlo's terminal found the identity of this corpse. However, Rumlo did not rush to report, but instead scanned several other corpses in succession for caution.

After that, he whistled and said, "They are quite famous, they are Carrigan's people."

Is it famous? Evanson scratched his head a little embarrassedly. Why do I think they are quite famous? I have never heard of him at all.

"The shame of mercenaries." Rumlow said a nickname he thought was very famous and reminded Evanson.

I haven't heard of it, and it turns out that they are too low-profile. But... Evanson looked at Rumlow a little strangely, and it meant that he was saying that you were not teasing me, right? "Why is it that the shame of mercenaries breaking through the defense line of the Swiss Guard?"

Feeling Evanson's distrustful gaze, Rumlow replied, "From the traces of the battle on the spot, it was obviously a sneak attack here, and Carrigan and the others were large."

"And... it's not because they have poor combat effectiveness. It's because their character is really bad."

"Huh?" Evanson raised his eyebrows, "There is also the saying of mercenary industry, and moral integrity? Why don't they do everything with money?"

"Most mercenaries look like this, but Carrigan is worse." Rumlow said with a little contempt.

"For example..." Evanson asked.

"They often blackmail employers when the mission is at critical moments, asking them to pay more money, and sometimes they break the contract and give up the mission directly. And they don't just go to the mercenary corps, kidnap, sell laundry detergent, rush for arms, and even robbery and collect protection fees."

"So it's such a mercenary shame..." Evanson shook his head. He felt that Carrigan and his individuals could make the entire mercenary world less famous.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this scum. Anyway, his employer this time is not the kind that can break the contract at will." Evanson took a deep breath, and then said to Rumlow, "You know what to do now, right?"

"Yes." Rumlow answered affirmatively. "Immediately, satellites are located Carrigan, monitor his communications, and find out who is behind him."

Evanson nodded with satisfaction. Otherwise, if this guy could become a cadre, his mind would be better than ordinary minions.

Then Evanson asked Melinda again, "Is there any news in the Vatican?"

"No." Melinda put down her phone and shook her head. "The people at the headquarters said that the pope was praying in seclusion, while others said that they would not disclose anything about Eastern Europe to anyone unless they received the papal's decree."

"I don't want to say anything to S.H.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E

"In fact... S.H.I.E.D. has been a bit stale with the Vatican recently." Melinda said helplessly.

"And this matter?" Evanson was very surprised. The Vatican has been peaceful. How could he have had a quarrel with S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Because after the New York War, almost the whole world knew about Thor Thor." Melinda said.

"No..." Evanson thought of a possible possibility, "The Pope was so stupid that he declared Asgard as a heretic and asked the Earth to organize the Crusaders to attack them?"

"It's not that crazy, but it's almost the same." Melinda said with a lip silence. "They think that since there is the Southern Emperor... no, since the Nordic myth that has been declining for a long time is true, then God with a wider belief must also exist."

"So they studied it and decided to appoint a cardinal to SHIELD and have actual power, and there is SHIELD supporting them in restoring tithes."

"Haha... This is really sick, I have to be cured!" Evans smiled dryly. "And, even if God really exists, he is an alien like Asgard. It is okay to cooperate with aliens in a friendly manner, but if you believe in aliens, you are a brainless person. If you follow the orders of outsiders, you will be a rape."

"Let's talk about this later." Melinda looked up and looked around. "I found that there were many surveillance cameras here. Although they were all broken, the surveillance room should have information, and I hope they were destroyed. Let's go and take a look."

"Okay." Evanson nodded. But at this moment, the group of operation teams he sent out to search came back, and there was also a black man wearing a brown leather jacket.

However, Evanson saw a few of them with bruised noses and the one who walked in the front was bleeding. I went, if I had a bad appearance, I would hide behind me. Is it because I stood so far to seek credit?

They saw that they threw the black man heavily on the ground in anger, and then took an electric baton to the body.

Evanson is not happy, why? Africans have no human rights, why do you need to call him...not call me?

"Sir, we were ordered to search along the way and found a crashed off-road vehicle and a motorcycle." The team leader of the search team reported.

"Then he..." Evanson asked with his chin at the black man on the ground.

"While we were searching, we heard a call for help, and then we found him on the tree branch of the cliff. You bastard is so lucky." He also touched the wound on his face, and it seemed that he was beaten up by this black man.
Chapter completed!