I Am In Marvel

Today, it's almost noon.

People in the New York area looked up and saw three huge metal fortresses, constantly rising towards the blue and vast sky, casting a large shadow over the sky.

Emotions such as doubt, depression, fear, etc., prompted the traffic and pedestrians in the streets and alleys to stop and stop, and there was a lot of discussion watching the three steel aircraft carriers forming a triangle at a high altitude.

On the fast lane road leading directly to the city, a black Ford carrying Steve and others at full speed approached at high speed to the position directly under the aircraft carrier above.

"Sam, drive faster." Steve urged, still clutching a bald man in a suit with silver-rimmed glasses in his left hand.

The man in the suit was in the hands of Captain America, and surrounded by the other two, he dared not move. Under the power of absolute superiority, there was not even a 1 in 10,000 escape rate.

Sitting on the seat, he was sweating coldly on his forehead, his face was pale, and he said sternly: "Brothers, I have said what I should say, where are you taking me now?"

Steve didn't hide it, and said bluntly: "It's very simple, none of us have permission to enter the aircraft carrier, and we must borrow your iris and fingerprint to pass through the intelligent system."

The man in the suit twitched slightly at the corners of his mouth, his face turned pale, and he said without love, "Are you the devil?! Pierce will kill me like this!"

"The current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., a spy for the Hydra organization, Alexander Pierce?"

Steve couldn't help laughing, as did Natasha and Sam in the front row.

"Don't worry, it's estimated that he can't even take care of himself... Dangerous!"

The alarm bell rang in Steve's heart, he suddenly sank, and by the way, his left hand pushed the man in the suit down.

But, still half a beat!

'puff! ’

The glass window on the left shattered like an explosion. Then, the head of the man in the suit was like a watermelon.

It's a sniper bullet!

Steve was the first to confirm this, his hand moved away from the waist of the headless corpse, and the other hand had raised the shield on his back to block the direction of the bullet.

Just after finishing this action, a dense shuttle of rifle bullets, a few body shells that hit the outside, and more ding ding ding ding dang on the shield, and the hollowed and voided free fall down.

Until the bullet offensive stopped, before Steve could breathe a sigh of relief, Natasha in the co-pilot exclaimed, "Be careful, there are also ahead!"

As if following her warning, the Ford car trembled suddenly and violently, with huge inertia going forward, and the speed of the car changed from hundreds of kilometers per hour to zero in a few seconds——

The moment the car stopped when it hit something, Steve put his back on the rear seat of the car, and slammed his feet towards the roof sunroof. The entire sunroof cover was damaged and flew out.

He pressed the seat with one hand, pushed it with the palm of his hand, and his tall body jumped out of the car window upside down.

After getting out of the car, Steve rolled over and stood firmly on the roof of the Ford, his sharp eyes glanced forward, and his tenacious and fearless mind immediately set off waves.

I saw that the one that collided with Ford was an army green jeep, and the fronts of both cars had been smashed into slag.

But this is not the point. The point is that on the roof of the jeep, there is also a young man in his thirties!

The young man was wearing a cloth mask, with golden dirty curly hair covering his face, revealing a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.

He is wearing a uniform coat and combat boots, with a prominent left arm of mechanical metal and an old-fashioned AK47 in both hands.

"It's you, can't be wrong... Bucky." Steve took a deep breath, a look of excitement on his face.

Since the separation at the end of World War II, both of them have experienced death, spanning more than half a century, and now they are finally able to meet again.

Can the two people who fought side by side and were born to death are now facing each other from different positions. Is this God joking?

Steve exhaled, and was about to step forward.

From the familiar man in front of him, he called out the familiar name 'Bucky'.

The Winter Soldier's depersonalized heart is full of mission instructions, and in the long-silent darkness, a little sparkling memory ripples finally swayed.

However, it soon faded away.

The Winter Soldier was expressionless, raised the AK47 mechanically with both hands, pulled the trigger, and shot at his former comrade Steve, who was less than five meters in front of him.

...

S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters building.

Although the three helicopter carriers took off from here, they gradually deviated from the trajectory towards the city center after rising continuously, and are now separated from the surface of the headquarters building by a distance of several kilometers.

At this moment, a silver-haired youth in casual clothes, with his hands in his pockets, came to the main entrance as if he was bored for a walk.

The silver-haired youth raised his eyes, looked left and right, looked at the stone statues holding a shield and a sword on the left and right by the door, and shook his head sarcastically.

He took a few steps forward and arrived at the closed front door, where infrared automatic detection and recognition of faces and irises.

Then, the mechanical prompt beeped, "This user does not have permission to enter the headquarters, please leave immediately!"

"Okay." Kyle whispered to himself: "Even my permissions have been deleted, and my own things are really used by others."

However, Wei Si was not around for the time being, and this time he only brought a piece of venom.

"If that's the case, then there's nothing to feel bad about." Kyle raised his left hand, and the black liquid gushed out like a horny membrane covering his entire arm.

Three razor-sharp dark blades protruded from the bones of the fingers of the fist, and the tips quietly pressed against the three-centimeter-thick tempered glass protective door.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters building, located near the director's office on the top floor.

Pierce stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the other end of the line of sight. The three aircraft carriers were still taking off smoothly, prompting him to clench his fists and loosen them from time to time, and his palms were already squeezed with sweat.

Subverting all the countries and forces on the earth, the Hydra dominates and changes the world, and now it is only the last step.

The Hydra organization's years of dormancy and tolerance preparations, all the painstaking efforts and energy, are for the fear of the world at this moment!

So now, Pierce is looking forward and nervous, and at this moment when his body and mind are extremely tense, the phone on the desk in the office suddenly rang.

Pierce stepped forward quickly and saw the number of the headquarters downstairs. He picked up the microphone and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

"Director, and, and..." The female receptionist's words were intermittent, and the communication signal was good. It was fear that made her tongue and teeth tremble.

Pierce had an ominous premonition in his heart, and shouted, "What? Make it clear!"

In horror, the female receptionist finally said a complete sentence, "Here, the symbol of peace is here!"

"What?!" Pierce gasped, his ruddy face turned pale, and he almost sat down on the office chair.

What he was most worried about finally happened.

The lobby on the first floor of S.H.I.E.L.D. at this time.

The tempered glass protective door was closed as before, but there was a triangular gap in the middle that could accommodate three people. The section of the gap was as smooth as a mirror.

Using the triangular glass as an ordinary carpet, Kyle put away the dark claws, surrounded by a large number of agents in suits and leather shoes, and more armed security guards moved closer.

I'm almost healed, I'll make up for it in two days