I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

"Who the hell are you?!"

Regardless of the bald brother sitting on the side and clutching his injured arm, Rumlow stared at the man in black in front of him with a solemn expression, and asked in a deep voice.

However, the other party didn't seem to have any response, standing quietly in place without saying a word.

Looking at the men in black who were standing there with flaws everywhere, for some reason, Rumlow felt a strong threat in his heart.

Judging from the opponent's reaction speed and marksmanship, this is obviously a master.

Killer? mercenary? Or is it the advanced combat power of a certain force or organization?

All kinds of guesses kept lingering in Rumlow's mind.

The rain is getting heavier, and the confrontation in the alley is still going on.

In order to extract any useful information, Rumlow, who has always been silent, also deliberately used a vicious tone to continue to test the man in black:

"You don't even know who you got into!"

Hearing this sentence, the man in black finally responded.

I saw that he put the Beretta 92F in his hand back into the holster of his thigh, and then said in an extremely hoarse voice of vicissitudes: "I don't care who I mess with, because..."

"Brock Rumlow, I'm here for you!"

Hearing this, Rumlow frowned, and the muscles in his body tightened a little, "Do you know me?"

Under the black hood, the eyes hidden under the mask were full of coldness.

"Oh, of course, of course I know you..."

"Not only that, I also know that your current identity is the captain of the special forces of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Hehehe, a mercenary who used to have countless blood on his hands has turned into an intelligence agency agent who protects peace. Does it sound a bit ironic?"

Hearing the other party's sarcasm, Rumlow tried to find all the memories related to this voice in his brain.

However, nothing...

However, from the other party's words, Rumlow speculated a possibility: Is the other party his enemy?

This guess was answered in the next words of the man in black.

"In order to make your death clear, I will tell you with great mercy..."

"All of this is for my wife and children!!!"

Before the words fell, the man in black sank, stepped on the puddle on the ground, and rushed towards Rumlow!

So fast!

Rumlow was stunned for a moment, and just after taking a defensive posture, he was horrified to find that a black shadow had come to him.

With a sharp pain in his abdomen, Rumlow's entire body was instantly knocked into the air.

"Bang!" With a sound, Rumlow's back smashed to the ground, splashing bursts of water.

Resisting the pain, Rumlow fought back with a carp, got up angrily, and launched a counterattack at the man in black who was attacking from the front!

In the process of counterattack, he did not forget to use his words to stimulate the nerves of the man in black: "Then I will send you to hell to reunite with your wife and children!"

The scene of the enemy seeking revenge is too common.

Not only the party involved, Rumulus, but even the pale bald brother who was covering his arms, was convinced by the words of the man in black.

Especially the bald-headed brother who suffered an innocent disaster, when he saw the two people who were already fighting together, he couldn't help but cursed inwardly: "It's really unfortunate..."

While Rumlow, a very capable brother, paid the price for his past actions, the bald brother cut off the sleeve of his suit jacket with a dagger and tied his injured arm.

The bald brother who stopped the bleeding temporarily wanted to take the opportunity to hold the suitcase and leave this place.

However, after hesitating for a moment, he stayed.

After all, Rumlow didn't leave him just now, and now it's a bit too much for him to run away alone...

Looking at Rumlow who was fighting with the man in black, the bald brother felt that with Rumlow's skills, he should be able to kill the opponent...

However, Rumlow's idea,

But it is very different from him.

Kankan dodged a punch from the opponent, and Rumlow stepped back a few steps, taking the opportunity to get a breather while pulling the distance.

"Hu...hu...hu..."

Looking at the man in black who was walking towards him with steady steps, Rumlow's heart was not as calm as it seemed.

Originally, he also thought that the opponent did not use a gun, but instead competed with him empty-handed, which was simply courting death!

However, after several rounds of fighting, Rumlow soon discovered that it seemed that he was courting death!

The opponent's attack, although there are routines, is erratic, a fighting move he has never seen before.

Not only that, but the most embarrassing thing for Rumlow is that his attack can't cause any damage to the man in black at all!

No matter which part of the opponent's body it hits, the man in black has no response, like a robot that has lost its pain, continuing to suppress himself with a storm-like offensive.

Anxiety in my heart is slowly growing.

Rumlow, who has always believed in the motto of "either you die or I die" against the enemy, in front of this man in black, who can't see his identity, had the idea of ​​running away for the first time.

As if feeling Rumlow's inner thoughts, the man in black paused and suddenly said:

"Okay, let's stop here!"

Before Rumlow could react from the meaning of this sentence, the man in black slammed his right leg and suddenly flashed in front of Rumlow at an extremely fast speed!

The gloved right hand suddenly turned its palm into a finger, and placed it on his right shoulder with lightning speed.

With a burst of convulsions, like an electric shock, his right hand suddenly lost its strength limply.

Rumlow couldn't help but widen his eyes, his eyes filled with disbelief, "Why can't I move my hand?!"

Before he could figure out the answer to this question, the left palm of the man in black, carrying a fierce wind breaking sound, gradually enlarged in front of Rumlow's eyes with an unstoppable momentum!

At this moment, he seemed to feel the chill on Death's sickle...

This palm did not look as powerful as it looked. Instead, it was like a stroking, and it was lightly attached to Rumlow's chest.

In that instant, Rumlow didn't feel any pain.

However, in the next second, his internal organs, as if they had been hit by a big earthquake, were instantly shattered by the huge impact force!

puff!

Rumlow, who suffered a fatal blow, shook his body, and spewed a mouthful of blood with visceral fragments from his mouth.

His legs softened, and he couldn't help but kneel in front of the man in black with a "pop" sound.

Under the terrified eyes of the bald brother, the man in black embraced Rumlow's head, whose eyes were gradually slack, and brought it close to his ear, and said softly:

"I just want to tell you that this is not a personal grudge..."