Marvel's magnetic field rotation

Kent Clark is not a good role to deal with. The identity of a future super soldier is not to be mentioned. The new weapon in his hand was developed by the other party. Of course, the trumpet avatar devoted to his efforts is not that simple.

Hydra collaborated with him to create a biochemical transformation man. Although Rumlow did not personally see the process of the experimental operation, he was described by people who had been to the scene as a cold-blooded guy.

Even if it is one's own person, even if it is acting, the other party will never show mercy when it starts.

Out of Hydra's confidentiality principle, Rumlow could not reveal too much to his players, but expressing hints could be considered as benevolent - as for the SHIELD group, let them die.

"I should have let go of those people. If there were no dead people, the bar would not be replaced."

After taking a sip of wine, George Carr regretted his impulsive behavior before, which was too blatant, and he was unwell here.

Fortunately, Dr. Grim Reaper didn’t let him wait too long. He was still in a white suit and came to the bar with a suitcase and ordered a bottle of beer. He saw Coleson dressed as a waiter in a shirt and vest. He did not reveal anything. With too many expressions, put a banknote directly on the bar.

After receiving the beer, Dr. Shi Shiran walked to George Carr's table and sat down under the eager gaze of the other party.

Even though it was the arrest operation that followed, Coleson was still cautiously holding the banknotes with the tweezers hidden in his palms, putting them in a transparent evidence bag and placing them next to him.

"Long wait, Mr. George Carr." Putting the suitcase that the thin black man was staring at like a hungry wolf on his feet, Dr. Death greeted him like an ordinary salesman and an ordinary customer: "Did my products make your life better these days?"

Originally thought that Dr. Grim Reaper would be like a gang deal, paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with one hand, and ended the meeting neatly. George Carr did not expect this to start with a chattering attitude.

I subconsciously touched the memory in my pocket. The feeling that it was still there made George Carr feel relieved, so he said: "The memory is very good. It makes me very powerful. I have never felt so good. "

Putting his hands together on the table, arching up slightly, Dr. Death's posture became very relaxed: "Is it, my product can help you, this is my honour-then are you willing to buy subsequent products?"

Hearing these words, George Karl couldn’t wait to put the backpack with the banknotes on the table. His eager performance was noticed by Coleson, who was looking around here. The rapid response team and field agents reported that they had already Arrived nearby.

"I am very willing to buy your products." Opening the backpack, showing the banknotes inside to Dr. Grim Reaper, and quickly closing it, George Carr: "Fifty thousand dollars, only a lot more!"

Dr. Grim Reaper did not pick up the backpack, but took a sip of beer comfortably: "Mr. George Carr, I can understand your eagerness, but our education may be forced to stop or even end."

"Why!" George Carr clenched his fists and knocked on the table, shook his glass of wine.

At first, his brain was a little overwhelming. No one would reject the huge sum of fifty thousand dollars, and then think that Dr. Death was playing tricks on himself and deliberately not selling his memory, he was suddenly furious.

"Ok?"

Dr. Reaper frowned and glanced at George Carr. The thin black man's brain was empty, and the fear of dying made him forget to breathe.

"Mr. George Carr, the reason why our transaction cannot proceed is because of you!" Dr. Death said slowly: "Because of your reckless behavior, we have already been targeted-with your ability , There is enough time to dispose of all the corpses after the killing..."

Dr. Reaper didn't go on, because the field agents of SHIELD had already broken in.

"POLICE! Get down!"

The field agents in front of the charge were holding standard guns and aiming at the two people who were trading. George Carr subconsciously wanted to lie on the ground. This is a professional habit and a long-standing survival habit, but he chose the seat. In the corner, the narrow space does not allow him to do all that quickly.

According to long-term past experience, George Carr knew that he had too many and larger movements at this time. The group of guys with guns and live ammunition would definitely pull the trigger without hesitation, and would not stop until the magazine was emptied.

"Put your hands on your head! Don't move on your stomach! Warning, don't move on your stomach!"

The leading field agent issued a warning again.

George Carr raised his hands up: "I heard the sir, I heard it! I will do it, I will do it right away!"

He glanced at Dr. Death and found that this man was still sitting there drinking beer leisurely, as if he was sure that the police wouldn’t shoot—oh, he’s a white man, forget it, he was still lying on the ground honestly. Forget it.

"Mr. George Carr, you are no longer ordinary people. Why do you still face these weak guys with your original habits." Dr. Death adheres to the principle of no waste, drank the beer in the bottle, and then put it down. The wine glass showed superhuman physical quality.

Before the field agents could react, he had lifted George Carl from the ground, took out the memory from his pocket with the other hand, pressed the switch, and stabbed him in the neck. In an instant, the super power was reactivated.

"Fire!"

The leading agent gave the order, and when he was only halfway through the pronunciation of a word, an agent pulled the trigger, and the bullet that came out rained on the two people in the corner.

"Ah!" George Carr subconsciously wanted to escape. With his super high speed, he could see the general trajectory of the bullet and then dodge it, but Dr. Death's hands firmly grasped the back of his neck like iron tongs. He held it in front of him as a shield.

The intense pain that the body was torn apart did not appear, but some were just the pain of being shot by a water gun as a target when he was a child. Instead, the policemen on the opposite side fell.

"Idiot, it's still useless to have superpowers." Dr. Death threw George Carl to the ground, who was peeing his pants, and said angrily: "The force and reaction between two objects are always large and small. Equal, opposite direction. Junior high school physics, Newton’s third law. Your ability is to accelerate. In addition to yourself, things that can be accelerated are things in contact with yourself. The moment the bullet hits you, the opposite also occurs. The force in the direction can completely accelerate the bullet affected by the reaction force and return it to its original path."

George Carr looked at Dr. Death in horror. The sleeve of the hand holding his neck was shattered, and a tentacle was wrapping around the metallic bone.

"What monster are you!"