The Unrighteous God In Marvel

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"Stop! Soldiers!"

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Steve Rogers ran across the wide streets full of cars and pedestrians. There were huge and colorful billboards everywhere, and the sound waves of the car's whistle almost knocked him to the ground.

Everything is strange, everything is specious.

He didn't know where he was going, and he wasn't sure why he had to escape here, he just couldn't feel familiar things anymore.

everything.

He ran to a crossroad.

Everywhere is more prosperous and noisy than all the cities he has seen, and it is a little unreal.

He looked around, trying to find any familiar things, but in the end he still didn’t find it. Standing alone at the crossroads, he didn’t know where he was going, and continued to run in that direction, but he could only stand still. At that time, several black cars drove out from various intersections and lay across the road, surrounding the dazed Steve Rogers in the middle.

A large number of soldiers got out of the car, but did not raise their guns at him.

At this time, he heard a "familiar" voice, or to be precise, a familiar command.

"Stop! Soldiers!"

Looking back at the fastest speed, a one-eyed man with black clothes all over. With his hands on his back, slowly approached him.

Steve looked at him cautiously, his gasping gradually calming down.

"About that broadcast, I'm sorry we lied to you."

The one-eyed man said: "However, we still think that it is best to tell you slowly and slowly let you accept this."

"Tell me what? Accept what?!"

Steve's voice gradually became thicker again.

However, the one-eyed man looked at him calmly.

"You have been asleep. To the long..."

He paused for a while, and finally brought some emotion in his voice.

It was a voice of pity and regret.

"Sleep for nearly seventy years."

Steve's breathing calmed down completely, perhaps, he had already guessed something.

He raised his head and looked at the strange high-rise buildings and strange billboards. He lowered his gaze, and all he saw were strange people and strange clothing styles. Finally, he lowered his head and looked at his feet.

Oh, even the land is not something he is familiar with.

He raised his head again and stared at the one-eyed man. The one-eyed man's eyes were no longer firm and shimmering faintly.

Silent.

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"How are you, Captain."

The one-eyed man saw that Steve was silent for too long, and his expression seemed to be a bit too sad. So, in an unobviously worried tone, I asked.

"Ah! I...I'm fine. It's fine.

I just……

I still have an unattended date..."

He whispered in his heart: I still owe that woman a dance.

Seventy years, seventy years.

Steve looked up at the sky, unable to calm down for a long time.

………………

"So, after you send him to Brooklyn, don't care? Just put him there and be an otaku?"

Leon still didn't understand this operation, he didn't understand it in his previous life.

Carter is not dead yet, S.H.I.E.L.D. is still there, bad guys are everywhere, running around. With so much energy, a seventy-year-old rice dumpling was dug out of the ice just to make him sad again and live forever in the torment of pain and regret? !

It's better to keep him frozen in the ice lump forever!

Even if you dig him out a few years later!

What kind of stuff is this!

...

Facing Leon's aggressive questioning, Fury was very calm, not even wondering why Leon reacted so strongly to such an "unfamiliar" person.

Turning one of the more white and black eyes, Fury said to Leon: "We also want Steve to cheer up and become the spiritual symbol of Amelika again, but that is Steve's own decision. He said , He wants to calm down and think about it and take a good rest."

"So you don't care about it and let him know the world in the house every day? He can't even understand the TV remote control now, you..."

"Of course we have this arrangement." Fury interrupted Lyon's questioning: "He has a salary, which is distributed by S.H.I.E.L.D.. He has a dedicated team to solve any problems he wants to solve throughout the process. S.H.I.E.L.D. Yes. He has security personnel to ensure that he will not be allowed to do anything that might harm him. God..."

"I know~ I know!" It was Leon who interrupted Fury this time.

Security personnel.

Old Carter's niece?

The security one is in place!

From the big head to the small head, from the inside to the outside, from the sofa to the kitchen, from...

Cough!

This is all guessed by Leon, all guessed.

However, since Fury has already spoken to this point, he can be considered frank for the time being.

Lyon has nothing to say, it was originally the American team's own thoughts, and SHIELD is nothing more than obedience to the American team.

Besides, Lyon’s identity has nothing to do with the Fry Ching Mei team. After all, the US team is the "legacy" of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Lyon is a partnership.

Moreover, I am afraid that Ferry has automatically compiled the "ninety-year-old" senior man into the Avengers organization the first time he knew that the US team might be alive.

Keeping the American team to adjust their mentality slowly may also be in order to entrust more important things to the American team in the future.

At least, at this stage, Fury must still be dreaming of using the Universe Cube to defend the earth.

Other things are irrelevant.

"Where is the captain's address? I want to check it out."

Leon asked Fury directly.

Raising his eyelids and looking at Leon, Ferry put his hands in and padded his chin: "why."

Leon naturally said: "Afraid of accidental injury!"

Fury:?

"He also lives in Brooklyn, and I also live in Brooklyn. We are neighbors. Of course we should have a good relationship! In addition, we are both righteous partners, superheroes who are incompatible with gambling and drugs. They all have a tough character and unique personality charm! Getting to know them will make it easy to contact in the future."

There are a lot of reasons for Lyon, and Fury automatically filtered out the words that beautify himself in Lyon's words, and the only thing left is: we two...get to know each other.

"You just said, accidentally injured? What does that mean?" Fury is more concerned about this.

It's not that Leon is threatening him, Fury knows: This kid just has a problem with his brain.

Don't blame him.

"Oh, that. You know it too~" Leon began to explain, "Don't I always perform operations on people for free in Brooklyn? Well, most of the time...Oh! I also admit that sometimes I do, indeed ~It’s a bit heavier~ I’m not afraid that I accidentally bumped into Steve that night, in case I didn’t keep my hand at that time, and accidentally gave him...hehehe, right!"

It's a fart! Still do it!

you……

Eh?

Fury thought...

Damn it! It's not impossible that this dead child can't do such a thing!

"Can you beat Steve?"

Ferry is habitually speaking again.

Leon happily put on... happily into the set: "Is his shield in his hand?"

Fury leaned back and looked at Leon's face...

All the bells and whistles are all ink, you can't see anything!

"……exist."

Fury still gave an answer.

"Oh, then it can be played. Um... it may be a 50-50 situation!"

"Then, if he doesn't have a shield, you...hey, you don't seem like a player who can be merciful to unarmed people?"

"What do you think? Without that shield, he would be dead if he fought me properly!"

Fury:...

"Look over there." Leon pointed to a shelf in the corner: "Is there any special purpose for that thing?"

"No..." Fury didn't know what Leon asked the thing to do: "Do you want to..."

boom! !

"Huh!" Blowing the non-existent blue smoke on his finger, Leon performed a [Ling Pill] to Fury on the spot.

"Just this thing, do you think Steve can resist a few."

Fury was really not angry at all.

Mainly, since the ice coffin of the US team was really almost smashed with a hammer by the dead kid, Leon, now he will not be surprised at what he does.

Waving his hand to drive out the agents who heard the sound quickly, Ferry went to the window and opened the window, then came to the corner, looking at the racks and the racks that were pierced by Leon's finger. The iron box on the top, and the wall behind the iron box...

"Is this level of attack considered your regular attack method? How many times can you maintain this level of attack?" Honest habitual rhetoric.

"It's a regular attack. I can do this for a whole day." Fearlessly and plainly deceived.

Looking at the **** hole in the corner, Fury remained silent for a long time, and still told Lyon the current address of the American team.

"Thanks~"

Leon walked to the side of the open window, turned into a mysterious bee state, and flew out of the window.

In the smoky room, Ferry looked at the direction Leon was flying away, and was silent.

After a while, Fury pressed the communicator on the table: "...Clean up the room and install fire sprinklers. Yes. Well, put an umbrella in my drawer. Hey wait a minute... Two. ."

Lyon, the dead boy, would definitely grab an umbrella.

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That night.

A block in Brooklyn~www.wuxiahere.com~ in a building that has been in disrepair for a long time and looks dilapidated.

The heavy thumping sound faintly spread into Leon's sensitive cat ears.

"It's really addicted to punching sandbags. This is a non-stop punching from morning to night!"

That's it.

With light footsteps, Lyon Xuanmao walked into this residential building.

When he reached the door of Steve's house, Leon reacted: A cat wanted to knock on the door to enter a house without frightening people. It seemed not very convenient!

have to! Still have to go through the window!

As soon as he turned his head, the sound of the creaking door opening came.

Ho!

Isn't this a security guard?