I Am In Marvel

? The Winter Soldier has a cold face and carries a heavy steel Gatling in his hand. Ignoring the huge rear assistance, he dumps all the bullets forward and launches it.

Yadman shields all the way to block!

Steve pushed forward and narrowed the distance, approaching him. The Winter Soldier picked up Gatling and threw it towards the opponent's head from top to bottom.

'Crack!'

As soon as the shield was lifted up, Gatlin fluttered out suddenly.

But in this way, Steve showed his undefended abdomen.

The Winter Soldier's eyes were sharp, and he did not miss this opportunity. The mechanical arm showed inhuman explosive power, and his fist was shot out like a cannonball.

Fast, accurate and ruthless!

Steve grunted painfully, his abdomen was hurt, and the man flew back with a shield, falling to the ground and tumbling ten meters away.

The body of the Winter Soldier has been transformed for a long time, and its physique is not inferior to that of a super soldier. The most important thing is the mechanical left arm, which can be used as the main weapon to strike several tons of impact at will.

This is still Captain America, or an ordinary person, I am afraid that he will die if he gets a punch.

Despite this, Steve still sweats on his forehead, covering his painful abdomen with one hand, and trying to get up with a shield in the other.

But once the Winter Soldier makes a move, he will not stop mercilessly.

There was a whistling sound in his ears, and Steve didn't care to get up, and fell down and continued to roll back vigorously.

As soon as he made this move, the Winter Soldier leaped down from the sky, his leather boots stomped on the ground where he was originally, the mechanical left arm was against the cold light in the sun, and the clenched left fist chased forward and fell down.

'Boom!'

Steve kept rolling and dodge, and the metal left fist brushed his body and fell on the hard concrete floor made by justice, instantly bursting into a spider web-shaped crack with a diameter of one meter.

"Very dangerous." Steve gritted his teeth and flew out the buckler again while rolling away.

The shield whirled and cut through the air, and flew straight toward the Winter Soldier's neck.

The Winter Soldier raised his eyes coldly, the left arm that was still on the ground with a fist in the previous moment, and the next moment he quickly lifted it up like lightning, his reaction nerves far surpassed others' slap on the oncoming shield.

The shield hummed, and there was no way back this time, but it flew to the side slantingly and plunged straight into the carriage of an abandoned bus on the side of the road.

Steve lost his shield and finally got a little breathing time, and got up quickly with his hands on the ground.

He didn't back up, his body pulsed slightly, he spit out a mouthful of bloody sputum, put on a ready position for close combat, and said proudly: "You know, I can fight like this one day and one night."

Hearing these words, the Winter Soldier paused for half a second, a trace of mood swings flashed in his eyes, and quickly dissipated, returning to his original indifference.

"Buggy, come on! I will remind you of me!" Steve said frankly, lightly hooking his left fist toward the Winter Soldier five meters away.

The Winter Soldier did not speak, but waved his hand back.

As if in accordance with his order, a brand new submachine gun full of magazines was thrown from the accomplice in the rear.

"You really changed, don't you want to play like this?" Steve smiled bitterly, how dare to stay, turned around and ran to the direction of the bunker nearby, and just rushed out a few meters quickly, the bullet chased and shot past .

"Can you come and help?"

Not far away, Natasha yelled loudly, and fought closely with four or five armed soldiers, her bright red hair leaping and swinging like flames, and her vigorous and beautiful posture.

"I can't go on here!" Steve replied helplessly, leaning on an abandoned yellow car, the bullet had sifted the other side of the car.

"Captain, there are more armed vehicles coming here, there is less than half a minute!"

Falcon Sam hovered tens of meters in the low air, looking at the two suppressed people below, and noticing the armed convoy on the road further away, whistling and galloping, and could not help but shout loudly.

"This is really troublesome!" Steve whispered, looking up at the helicopter carrier that was rising higher and higher, and said: "Don't worry about us, you go to the helicopter carrier first, me and Na Tasha will be there soon!"

"Okay!" Sam nodded, his mechanical wings trembled slightly, and soared straight to the sky like a goshawk, and flew quickly to the aircraft carrier a few miles away.

However, his departure officially announced that Steve and Natasha were both reduced to the situation of a battle between trapped beasts.

The bullets nearby are still being suppressed, and the sound of enemy cars in the distance is close to the ear.

Steve leaned on the car, thinking quickly about countermeasures, and finally let out a frustrated sigh, "We may not be able to escape."

In the current situation, there is no room for a comeback.

"Are you going to give up, Captain?" A mechanical voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"Of course not..." Steve replied subconsciously. He was stunned. He looked sideways and saw a small mechanical man sitting in the back seat of the car.

Steve asked curiously: "Who are you?"

"My name is Weiss." The mechanical villain grinned out a row of steel teeth, and said: "I was sent by Master Kyle to come to help you with a plug-in."

"Weiss, plug-in?" Steve was a little confused, but when he heard that it was sent by Kyle, there was joy on his face, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Kyle must be reliable!

"It's too late to explain, get me in the car!" Weiss said coldly.

"Get in the car?" Steve blinked, looked at the abandoned yellow car that had been riddled with bullets, or bit the bullet and opened the door to sit in the driving seat.

"Thank you to fasten your seat belt." Wess snapped his fingers, his movements and tone of voice were imitated very much like Kyle.

Steve felt like a thief car and could only put his safety on silently.

Without knowing where, Wess took out a krypton gold core, held his mouth open in both hands, bit it, swallowed it, "Very good. The energy is ready, the deformation mode is ready to start!"

It jumped onto the co-pilot in vain, wrapped in ample electric light, and its mechanical hands were used as probes to insert into the driving instrument.

"Mechanical assimilation! Transformers mode!"

The outside of an abandoned vehicle.

The Winter Soldier threw away the empty cartridges and the red-hot muzzle guns, and was about to summon people to switch the bazooka barrels. Armed vehicles honked the horns on the road behind them.

"Stop! Hold your head in your hands and squat down!"

Immediately, several teams of agents got out of the car and surrounded Natasha who had just beaten several armed men to the ground with guns.

Natasha let out a cold snort, and surrendered helplessly under a dozen gunpoints.

Nearly ten armed vehicles rushed to a halt and surrounded the yellow abandoned trolley. Numerous agents flocked out of the vehicle, holding firearms, and aimed at the car.

The leader of the special agent warned coldly: "Get out of the car! If you don't get out of the car, I will shoot!"

But no one answered, the scene was quiet.

Just when the agent captain couldn't help it, the abandoned vehicle vibrated slightly, the taillights of the intact car came on, and there was an exciting trend of electronic music inside.

At this juncture, even singing!

Dozens of elite agents, HYDRA members, and even the Winter Soldier stared at them, their brains were down.

"Shoot me!" the agent captain yelled angrily.