Beautiful Man

The peristaltic flesh quickly filled the wound, and even the severely damaged internal organs were also repaired, without even a scar on the outside.

"He's not dead yet, chase after him!"

The voice of the agent talking upstairs.

Alex got a sharp spirit and quickly got up from the ground.

However, it was not enough to repair the injury and exhausted all the flesh and blood, and even the flesh and blood of other parts was also seconded, causing him to be extremely weak at this time, and he was shaken several times before he could barely stand firm.

In this state, don't think about trying hard, you have to find a way to escape quickly, and then heal your injuries through'dining'.

Making up his mind, Alex stepped away from his thigh, turned and ran into the alley next door.

"He's running away, shoot!"

Hearing the voice of the agent yelling, Alex quickened his pace again.

Bang bang bang!

The gunfire sounded, he lowered his head abruptly, and a few bullets drifted past his hair.

Alex was startled, and quickly jumped to the second floor.

If you want to avoid bullets, you can't walk in a straight line anymore.

He broke the glass into the room, avoided obstacles one after another, and then jumped out from the other end of the apartment.

This kind of weird parkour route, although not as fast as a straight line, is safer than predictable.

The agents wanted to hit him with guns, unless the bullet would turn.

Alex is like an agile monkey, jumping up and down in the community apartment, seeming to be flustered, but actually confident.

This is also thanks to his careful investigation of the surrounding environment of the apartment before, otherwise today is really bad luck.

After three blocks, Alex jumped onto the road.

The streets are lively, full of pedestrians and vehicles.

Alex stopped a convertible, pulled the driver straight out and jumped into the car.

boom!

There was a gunshot and a sudden pain in his right shoulder.

He didn't look back, but slammed on the accelerator to accelerate his escape.

Chi Chi!

The tires were spinning at high speed, and bursts of blue smoke came out.

The convertible roared, squeezed out between the two cars and knocked off the rearview mirror.

"Fbi! Get out of the car!"

The agents behind him ran to the road, forcibly recruiting a few cars and chasing them.

…………

New York is a city that never sleeps, and there are only a lot more vehicles at night than during the day.

They were racing wildly on the road like this, and gunshots were heard from time to time.

Coulson sat in the back row with his head out of the car window, still holding the laser cannon in his hand.

He tried to pull the trigger several times, but Alex drove the line and distorted it and didn't give him a chance at all, and carefully observed the route and found that he was actually driving towards the center city.

"This damn bastard!"

Of course, Alex's idea, Coleson, is clear, that he wants to be a rat.

Because he would never dare to use a powerful laser cannon in a crowded place, the agents had to think twice about shooting.

Otherwise, even if Alex was killed, Coulson and SHIELD would be unlucky.

The enthusiasm of demonstrations across the United States has just cooled down because of the awakening of the US team.

If at this time there is another news about the use of lethal weapons on the streets of government agents.

The demonstration will definitely break out again, and it will be more violent and lasting than before.

The consequences are too serious, not to mention Coleson even Nick Fury can't afford it.

Hey, things have become difficult.

Coulson was extremely upset.

Knowing this, when he fell to the ground, he should rush out and give him a shot.

There is no regret medicine in the world, and no matter how much he blames himself, it will not help.

Coleson finally dialed Nick Fury's phone, reported the scene to him, and formally asked for help from the headquarters.

"Chief, the prisoner is agile, has unknown superpowers, and has strong anti-reconnaissance skills. If you let him run this time, it will be difficult to catch him next time."

Nick Fury was not in a hurry, and asked calmly: "You are at the scene, do you have any ideas?"

Coulson thought for a while, only to offer a big move: "I suggest, please ask Captain America for help."

Hearing that, Nick Fury lost his voice, obviously hesitated.

God, now is not the time to play politics.

Coleson was anxious and quickly said: "Director, what happened tonight, the captain will definitely know tomorrow. If you don't tell him now, tomorrow will definitely blame us for resentment. Once a rift between SHIELD and him, it will be difficult. Fixed."

As the number one fan of the US team, Coleson knows idol very well. He is a man with a strong sense of justice and responsibility.

If Nick Fury doesn't call him tonight, he will be furious when he learns the truth tomorrow.

Speaking of cracks, it is considered minor. It is possible to treat S.H.I.E.L.D. as an enemy.

"Ok."

After thinking about it for a long time, Nick Fury finally let go.

"You stare at the prisoner, I will notify him immediately!"

…………

New York, Brooklyn.

Steve Rogers is working out in the gym in the basement of the apartment.

Compared with the weird fitness equipment purchased by SHIELD, he prefers traditional fitness methods.

Squats, push-ups, sit-ups, and punching bags.

boom!

The huge sandbag was blown out, the outer fabric burst directly, and various fillers scattered all over the place.

Steve gasped slightly, the white T-shirt and gray trousers soaked.

He turned around to put on a new sandbag, only to find that all five sandbags used for training had been blown up.

Steve is out of interest, thinking that today's exercise will end here.

Walking out of the gym empty-handed, the washing machine rumbling sound came from the corner of the stairs.

Steve glanced at him and found that he was an acquaintance, so he stopped to say hello.

"Hi!"

Sharon Carter, dressed in loose home clothes, stood up with a sweet smile.

"Hi, Steve. Did the washing machine interrupt your training?"

"No, this is not training, at best it is a warm-up."

Sharon looked at his strong pectoral muscles and nodded believing.

"Peggy's health is okay."

The smile on Sharon's face passed away: "Aunty's body is not optimistic. Even after retiring, she still cares about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s affairs, and SHIELD is bad news recently, so..."

Steve didn't understand, and asked, "I'm in a good mood, will it help my condition?"

"Of course there is. In terms of conditioning the body, emotion is stronger than any medicine."

"Understood." Steve said to himself: "In the future, her mood will get better and better."

Sharon understood what he meant, but worried: "I hope so."

After a few chats, the washing machine finally stopped.

Steve took the initiative to lift the laundry basket, and the two went up the stairs together.

"I also have a washing machine in my room, you can use it."

Sharon smiled and said, "What is the reward?"

"A cup of coffee will do."

"It's so cheap, then I must come often."

While talking and laughing, the two came to the top floor of the apartment.

Steve was about to take out the key to open the door, and found the phone in his pocket vibrating wildly.