Chapter 908

"Hill, where are you? Sam..." Steve asked anxiously, but in the middle of speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in his field of vision, which made him stop involuntarily.

"Damn...Captain, I can't help this time..."

"Just lie down and rest easy."

Steve put down the comm and stood in front of Sam like a rock.

And the one who appeared in front of Steve was none other than his old friend of the "70s not going bad", Winter Soldier Bucky.

"Steve, I'm on the 40th floor, how's Sam?"

"Not too good, and Bucky is here."

"Winter Soldier?"

"Yes, and it's also between you and us. You may meet him as soon as you go upstairs."

"Bang!" Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

Steve, who thought it was Hill, immediately reversed his body and threw the buckler vigorously with the help of spinning force.

Bucky narrowed his eyes, his body suddenly moved sideways, and the round shield brushed past his ears with a whistling sound.

"Bang!!" There was a loud metal collision, and the person who came out of the gate reached out to catch Yuandu, and the impact pushed him flat for more than one meter before stopping.

Then, the man who shocked Steve and Sam at the same time came to Bucky, and in his hand was Steve's buckler.

'The Second (Fake) Winter Soldier,' Brock!

"Your strength, everything about you is still enviable, Captain." Brock let go of his metal arm, looked at the dent cut by the round shield and smiled.

Afterwards, Bullock used his right glove to get into the fixed position of the round shield, played it decently, and tapped the shield surface with the metal arm to make a crisp sound.

Putting on the buckler, Brock showed a victorious smile and said provocatively.

"Hehehe, Captain, but I am different now. I am no longer your subordinate, let alone a mortal."

Brock shrugged.

Pointing at Sam on the ground, he stretched out his metal arm: "A drag oil bottle, your shield is back to me, and the second-generation upgraded metal arm of this brain idiot killer is also back to me.

What do you use to fight me.

And you, just leave it to me here, and you go to help the BOSS above."

Brain idiot killer? here you are?

Bucky blinked, turned his head to glance at Bullock, looked at the unicorn arm in his left hand and the vibrating gold buckler in his right hand, and then turned his head in disdain.

A typical equipment nouveau riche, although the brainwashed Bucky doesn't use his brain very much and only completes the task, he also clearly knows that if it is really handed over to this idiot, there will only be one end, that is, the equipment and the head will be given away.

"идиот (idiot)"

The corner of Bullock's mouth twitched, "...you scolded me?"

Bucky ignored him and strode towards Steve, and Steve didn't bother to help Brock translate, so he went directly to Bucky.

The two men directly put Bullock aside and started a battle between men.

"Dude, you look more pitiful than me." Sam finally sobered up and mocked Bullock unceremoniously.

To this dying man, Bullock was not angry. Instead, he said: "There are no criminals in Hydra, there is only order, and order can only be achieved through suffering, and you are among them."

"Fuck you."

"...you will understand when you die." After Brock finished speaking, he turned and joined Steve and Bucky, knocked Steve out with a shield blow, and then Bucky punched Called Steve back.

Steve, who was no match for two fists and four hands, suddenly fell into a disadvantage, and could only hold on in the stormy offensive of the two.

"Sam! Eat that candy! Quick!" "Candy?" Sam was stunned, still eating candy at this time?

Wait... Captain America wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

Sam suddenly remembered the moment when Steve took out the 'sugar', could it be that candy...

Thinking of this, Sam hurriedly scanned left and right to find the sugar ball. Soon, he saw a small ball in the corner of the wall three meters away from him, covered by several pieces of rubble.

"Sam!"

"Damn it..." Sam cursed secretly, propped himself up on the ground with one hand, and forced himself to crawl forward, but with just a slight movement, the pain of cutting and stirring came from his abdomen, and it took a long time for the ink to go out one meter Far.

At this speed, like a snail walking, three meters, I'm afraid it won't be until tomorrow.

Seeing Sam being punched by Brock and laying on the ground, and being choked by Bucky just as he got up, Sam's heart thumped, and his whole body thumped forward violently.

Two meters, he was pulled closer in an instant, but when he landed, Sam, whose belly was down, almost twitched.

"Pfft~" The sharp glass left in Sam's abdomen directly pierced the skin of his lower back and exposed it.

"Ugh!! Damn it hurts so much!"

Sam's screams immediately caught Brock's attention. Seeing that Sam was behaving so abnormally, he left Steve and walked over to him.

At this moment, there was a gunshot of "bang!", and blood spattered on Bullock's right shoulder.

Brock, who was in pain, quickly turned around and raised his shield to block his body. Hill's last few bullets were all caught by the round shield.

But that was enough, and Sam, barely recovering, picked up the dusty orb and popped it into his mouth.

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"OK, the transfer is complete."

On the Trident Building, Natasha took out her mobile phone and casually logged into a social networking site, all of which were about SHIELD and Hydra.

The major media directly called out the received news and edited it as quickly as possible, and urgently interrupted a piece of news.

"It became popular so quickly~" Natasha smiled slightly, and just after finishing speaking, she saw a "strange picture".

A huge silver flying dragon was on the grass outside the White House, and in front of the dragon stood a group of people in suits and leather shoes. In the middle of the crowd was the current President of the United States, Matthew Ellis.

"Interesting~"

At the moment when Natasha's vigilance was relaxed, Pierce directly pressed the button that appeared on the communication.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Natasha and Nick Fury turned their heads at the same time and pointed their guns at Pierce.

The other two councilors had already died tragically. On their left chests, where they wore their name tags, a scorched bloody hole suddenly appeared.

I'm afraid their ventricles have been punctured, and they must die.

"If you don't want a two-inch hole burned in your chest, put the gun down." Pierce looked at Natasha and added, "This self-destruct electromagnetic device has no delay, it only takes a moment to penetrate your chest .

I look at the ring on your finger, you have no chance.

If you try to block my view, I will press it too. "

Fury glanced at the 'helpless' Natasha, and had no choice but to put down the gun.

"Now, female director, take me out of here, don't play tricks."

But at this moment, Natasha pointed the gun at Pierce suddenly, and the shocked Pierce quickly pressed the button.

But a quick and brief pain came from the finger to the heart.

Then there was a "crack", and Pierce's thumb, ah no, a small lump of ice fell to the ground with a "crack~".

Before Pierce started screaming, Fury quickly regained consciousness and shot two shots, shooting Pierce to the ground.

Fury took a step forward, looked at Pierce with his mouth open and closed on the ground, and said regretfully, "I used to be willing to block bullets for you, but now I kill you with my own hands."

Fury shook his head, ignored Pierce, and looked at Natasha: "When did you turn his fingers into ice cubes?"

Natasha raised her eyebrows, and with a slight movement of her little finger, a small stream of water appeared in Pierce's messy hair, which melted into small water droplets in front of the two of them, and then instantly froze and fell to the ground.

If you wrap your fingers in water and freeze...

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

"Okay." Fury raised his eyebrows and touched his baldness subconsciously.

Hiding water from someone's hair, wouldn't it be okay to kill him directly? You can't keep it for yourself on purpose.

never mind··

"Let's go, this is no longer our place."