Infinite Possession of Beauty

"You know, I am a person who always likes new things. For me, some old things such as steel suits end up in a pile of broken copper and iron."

Facing Mark43's ridicule, Tony raised his eyebrows, and replied unwillingly.

Of course, although there was no polite counterattack at all, Tony's heart was obviously not as calm as it seemed on the surface when looking at the battle armor that he had upgraded and transformed in front of him.

Theoretically speaking, the energy in Mark43 is not enough to support this suit for such a long time running or even fighting.However, the Mark 43 in front of him still showed sufficient energy after he had been away for so long. Tony blamed it on the wonderful ability of [Rice Charm].

After all, even such a huge statue of the Statue of Liberty can be resurrected, and it does not seem to be too difficult to provide long-term energy for a steel suit.

"You are as annoying as ever, Tony."

In the face of Tony's sarcasm, white light flashed in the eyes of Mark43's golden mask: "Sometimes, I really can't understand why you are so annoying, but you can still continue to live well."

"Maybe because I am smart enough, after all, I am a super genius."

Raising Mark47's wrist and tapping the transparent helmet on his face, Tony responded solemnly: "And there is nothing in you, Mark43."

"Super genius?"

Inside the steel suit, Mark43's tone became colder and colder: "You are more self-righteous than I thought, Tony."

"I think I am telling a fact."

"Tony, only a genius who is alive is a genius. What is dead is just a corpse, and your ending is destined to be that corpse."

"I can leave at least one corpse. If you hang it up, it's just a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron. But it doesn't matter. I will use your remaining parts to recreate a new suit. Is it better to be called a clown or a coward?"

"I have to say, Tony, you are indeed a genius when it comes to offending people."

The white flying light in his eyes became more and more dazzling. Facing Tony's fierce counterattack, even Mark43, who was a steel suit, began to experience emotional fluctuations.

"You are not alone, Mark43."

Bang--

On the opposite side, Tony's voice fell, and the pale golden laser cannon from Mark43's chest suddenly shot out in the next second.

In the sky, after the dazzling cluster gun passed, Tony's calm voice as before slowly remembered.

"Do you think I will have no means of coping except for situations that I know I will encounter with you again, Mark43?"

In Mark47, Tony looked directly at Mark43 in front of him through a translucent helmet, and a blue energy shield flashed on the Mark47 he was wearing, completely enclosing the entire suit.The all-energy shield device on Mark47 is a new form of Tony's transformation and upgrade after the previous [Anti-Holy Lord] suit.

Compared with the original huge energy device, the device mounted on the Mark47 body is lighter. Although the result of this is that the protection of the shield is not as strong as [Anti-Holy Lord], the laser cannon facing the Mark43 is more than enough.What's more, condensing the expression on his face, Tony looked at Mark43 in front of him and raised his arm. The position of the palm of his hand was a lot of light golden laser beams that were the same as the light on Mark43's chest.

Just like what Tony said to Mark43 before, as a genius, since he can deduce the device of the laser cannon through the weapon system of the "pacifist" robot and install it on Mark43, he can also install it on Mark43. Above the new suit Mark47.

...

"Why can't I be awakened from the ability of flying if I are all superheroes?"

With the spider silk in his hand sticking to the huge Statue of Liberty in front of him, Peter leaped back to the shoulder of the statue, but he couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

Although, he also knew that it was unrealistic to expect himself to be bitten by a radiation spider to mutate the ability to fly.

After all, it was a spider that bit him instead of a radiant dragonfly or something.

However, thinking that I was desperately launching spider silk to rush towards the goddess statue, the falcon on the other side had already controlled his metal wings to fly on the head of the goddess statue, the little spider still had a little envy in his heart. It.

However, although he was envious of the flying attitude of the Falcon and Mr. Stark in his heart, the little spider looked down at the Captain America on the ground driving a motorcycle toward the island, and he was inexplicably balanced again.

"You should be content, Peter. Although you don't have the ability to fly, at least you still have a good means of movement."

He whispered a warning to himself, Peter raised his head to look at the head of the goddess, and took a deep breath. The spider silk ejected from his wrist was firmly stuck to the crown of the head of the goddess.

Pulling the spider silk, Peter's slender but powerful thighs suddenly flicked, skillfully swinging himself up to the highest point, but also at this moment, the ability of the spider in his body began to make crazy reminders.

"Jiji~"

In the next second, the familiar sharp bird chirping sounded in the little spider's ears.

...

"Natasha, direction."

On Liberty Island, Steve drove a motorcycle under the command of Natasha behind him, and hurried towards the direction of the Museum of Immigration History.

During the period, I passed the resurrected goddess statue, but the Captain America had no intention of staying.

Although the Super Soldier Serum strengthened all aspects of Steve's body, it did not make him as crazy as the Red Skull, another injector.Although the vibrating shield in his hand claimed to be able to withstand all attacks and rebound them, Steve did not feel that the small shield in his hand alone could withstand the light blow of the Statue of Liberty.

He is Captain America, not Captain Stupid.

Holding a shield to fight against a 46-meter-tall opponent is what a stupid person would do.

Steve did not stop the Statue of Liberty, and it was naturally impossible for the Statue to pay attention to Steve and Natasha passing by.

Slowly standing up, lowering the waving torch again, the goddess turned her patina-colored eyes to determine a direction, and then walked straight ahead with her own steps.

During the movement, every step of the statue of the goddess left a deep mark on the ground that one person came high. Of course, the design and construction of New York roads would never have thought that the roads they undertook to make would one day Will be stepped underneath by a heavy statue weighing more than two hundred tons.

However, even if they know it, there is a high probability that it is not easy to make any changes.

"Immigration History Museum, Immigration History Museum, here it is..."

Controlling the motorcycle under him skillfully bypassed the huge pit left by the movement of the goddess and drove towards the target. After dozens of seconds, Steve finally saw the Immigration History Museum in Natasha's mouth.

As a museum under the feet of the Statue of Liberty, the Museum of Immigration History may not be as famous as the statue of the goddess, but for a country with a long history of immigration and even a country that itself is formed by an immigrant population, this is still the case. It is a museum with quite an index significance.

Of course, Joseph Pulitzer, who built the pedestal and museum back then, would never have thought that one day in the future their president would have a whim, and build a ladder on the Mexican border that only costs five dollars to successfully climb. The wall that I passed, and called it a great achievement, made the wall as famous as the Museum of Immigration History.

Joseph Pulitzer could not think of this, as did Captain America, who is also the representative of the great American spirit.

At this moment, Steve looked at the tall immigration history museum in front of him, but the expression on his face did not seem to be relaxing.

"Natasha, I have arrived at the museum, where the current charm is."

"According to the guidance of the old man's magic, [Mouse Charm] is somewhere in this building."

In the car that was still driving, Natasha turned to look at the co-pilot's clone [Uncle Long], hearing the answer from the other person, and then relayed the content verbatim to Steve in front of the Museum of Immigration History. .

"In the museum?"

Hearing Natasha's report, Steve frowned. He looked at the immigration history museum in front of him, and instinctively felt the danger contained in the museum.Holding the shield on the motorcycle in his hand, Steve stepped vigilantly, planning to explore the museum.

At this moment, a crisp gunshot sounded.

Hearing the gunshots coming from the museum, without any hesitation, Steve curled up instinctively and turned over to avoid where he was standing.

The next moment he stepped away, a small pit mark appeared there immediately.

"Who I thought it was, it turned out to be another Captain America."

Avoiding this dangerous surprise shot, Steve looked down at the smoking crater on the ground, before the solemn feeling on his face appeared.I heard the influence of a harsh and familiar body in the Museum of Immigration History.

Immediately afterwards, with heavy footsteps, a hideous face with a red skull appeared in front of Steve.

"Red Skull?!"

Seeing this familiar opponent who appeared in front of him, the expression on Steve's face changed involuntarily.In my mind, it subconsciously emerged that I was confronted with the last scene of the Red Skull before being frozen. The last of my memory was the Red Skull being sent away under the power of cosmic magic. Because of his death, Steve was unexpectedly immigrant. Encountered the other person in this unexpected place of the Museum of History: "You are still alive."

"I've always been alive, Captain America, until I destroy you."

Facing Steve's question, the'Red Skull''s face showed a hideous expression: "Moreover, it is not only me who wants to destroy you this time, Captain America, but also yourself."

"Myself?"

If the sudden appearance of the red skull made Steve’s mind a little confused, then as the content of the other party’s mouth gradually deepened, Steve obviously came over slowly, frowning and watching. Look at the "Red Skull" in front of the other person carefully. Although compared with the resurrection exhibits in other museums I have seen before, the "Red Skull" is very deceptive because of its special appearance, but the expression of the opponent is still In the tone of the speech, Steve still reacted.

"You are the resurrected exhibit in the museum."

That's right, the so-called "Red Skull" in front of me is actually the same as the "Bucky" and "Captain America" ​​I have encountered before. They are all resurrected exhibits from the museum.

"I don't like the title of the exhibit, Captain America."

Hearing Steve's name for himself,'Red Skull' couldn't help but wrinkle in front of his red skull, and the expression on his face also became gloomy: "But it doesn't matter, as long as you can get rid of you, then it won't Someone dare to call us an exhibit anymore."

While talking,'Red Skull' turned his head to look at the Museum of Immigration History behind him: "What are you waiting for, maybe what meaningless hope do you have for this Captain America?"

As the words of'Red Skull' fell, two familiar figures of Steve slowly walked out from the Museum of Immigration History.

"'Bucky' has another'Captain America'."

Seeing the figure walking out of the museum, Steve's fingers holding the vibrating shield in his hand tightened subconsciously, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.

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"Although I have metal wings."

Controlling the metal wings behind him to avoid the attack of the iron birds in front of him, the Falcon gasped and said, "However, this does not mean that I like birds, especially a group of iron birds."

The sharp beaks of the iron birds swept across the surface of the metal wings and made a piercing sound. While gritting their teeth, the falcons endured this incidental noise attack while trying to close their wings to avoid being stabbed by the birds.

Through the analysis between the wings, the falcon can clearly see the sharp beaks and wings of the flock of birds. Hearing them stroke the metal wings that he controls, the falcon does not feel that he has wings on his back. hard.

"I thought my task was the easiest."

Under the attack of the iron bird flock, he was retreating steadily. When Tom Falcon reacted, he realized that he had retreated to the point of retreat unknowingly, looking down at the crown of the goddess on his back. Falcon knew that he would not do any more actions next, and perhaps what was waiting for him was the ending of the incarnation sieve.

"I'm quite satisfied with the current image, so..."

Thinking of this, the Falcon lifted his leg and kicked on the crown behind his back, and then used this force to suddenly open the metal wings that he was defending with a flap. With this push, he rose up and was planning to rely on these dangerous iron. Flock of birds.

However, just at this moment, a figure in a red and blue tights suddenly appeared from under the crown of the goddess, appeared behind Falcon with a deft attitude, and looked at the direction of his swing. It rushed towards the back of the Falcon.

"Ohshit!"

"Mr. Falcon?!"