Marvel's Magnetic Field Turns

Chapter 96 Newton's Third Law
That guy Kent Clark is not an easy character to deal with, let alone the identity of a future super soldier, the new weapon in his hand was developed by the other party, and the trumpet clone that he poured his heart and soul into is certainly not that simple.

Hydra cooperated with it to create a biochemically modified person. Although Rumlow did not go to see the experimental operation process in person, according to the description of those who have been to the scene, this guy is a cold-blooded guy.

Even if it is one of your own, even if it is acting, the other party will never show mercy when attacking.

Due to Hydra's principle of confidentiality, Rumlow can't reveal too much to his team members, but expressly hinting can be regarded as benevolent - as for the S.H.I.E.L.D. gang, let them die.

"I should have let those people go. If there were no dead people, the bar wouldn't be replaced."

After taking a sip of the wine, George Karl somewhat regretted his previous impulsive behavior, which was too ostentatious, and he felt uncomfortable staying here.

Fortunately, Dr. Death didn't make him wait too long. Still in a white suit, he came to the bar with a suitcase and ordered a bottle of beer. When he saw Coulson, who was dressed as a waiter in a shirt and vest, he didn't reveal anything. With too many expressions, he directly put a banknote on the bar counter.

After getting the beer, Dr. Death hurriedly walked to George Karl's table and sat down under the eager gaze of the other party.

Even though the arrest was coming, Coulson still carefully held the banknotes with the tweezers hidden in the palm of his hand, put them in a transparent evidence bag and put them close to his body.

"It's been a long time, Mr. George Karl." Putting the suitcase that the skinny black man was staring at like a wolf at his feet, Dr. Death greeted like an ordinary salesman to an ordinary customer: "Did my products make your life better these days?"

Originally thought that Dr. Death would end the meeting neatly like a gang transaction, paying money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other. George Karl did not expect that this doctor would start with a small talk.

Subconsciously touched the memory in his pocket, and George Karl was relieved by the feeling that it was still there, so he said: "The memory is very good, it makes me very powerful, I have never felt so good. "

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

Hearing this sentence, George Karl couldn't wait to put the backpack containing the banknotes on the table. His eagerness was noticed by Coulson, who was looking at this side from the corner of his eye. The rapid response team and field agents reported that they had already Got around.

"I am very willing to buy your product." Opening the backpack, showing the banknotes inside to Dr. Death, he quickly closed it again, George Karl: "[-] US dollars, just a lot more!"

Dr. Death did not pick up the backpack, but took a sip of beer comfortably: "Mr. George Karl, I can understand your eagerness, but our education may have to be suspended or even terminated."

"Why!" George Karl rapped his fists on the table, causing his glass of wine to jump.

At first, he couldn't react in his head. How could anyone refuse such a huge sum of [-] U.S. dollars, and then he thought that Dr. Death was playing with him and deliberately refused to sell his memory, so he became furious.

"Ok?"

Dr. Death frowned and glanced at George Karl. This thin black man had a blank mind, and the fear of dying made him even forget to breathe.

"Mr. George Karl, 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 plenty of time to dispose of all the corpses after killing..."

Dr. Death didn't continue talking, because the field agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. had already broken into the door.

"POLICE! Get down!"

The field agents who charged ahead pointed their standard firearms at the two people who were doing the transaction. George Karl subconsciously wanted to lie on the ground. This is a professional habit and a survival habit he has developed for a long time, but the seat he chose In corners, the tight space doesn't allow him to do all that quickly.

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

"Put your hands on top of your head! Stay on your stomach! Warning, stay on your stomach!"

The lead field agent sounded the warning again.

George Karl held up his hands: "I heard sir, I heard! I'll do it, I'll do it right away!"

He glanced sideways at Dr. Death, and found that he was still sitting there drinking beer leisurely, as if he had calculated that the police would not shoot him—oh, he is a white man, forget it, and he was still obediently lying on the ground never mind.

"Mr. George Karl, you are no longer an ordinary person. Why do you still face these weak guys with your old living habits?" Dr. Death adhered to the principle of not wasting, drank up the beer in the bottle, and then put it down. Goblet displayed superhuman physicality.

Before the field agent could react, he had already lifted George Karl up from the ground, took out the memory from his pocket with the other hand, pressed the switch and stabbed him on the neck. In an instant, the superpower was reactivated.

"Fire!"

The leading agent gave an order, and when he was only halfway through pronouncing a word, an agent pulled the trigger, and the bullets from the chamber rained on the two people in the corner.

"Ah!" George Karl wanted to run away subconsciously. With his super high speed, he could see the general trajectory of the bullet and dodge it. He held it in front of him as a shield.

The expected intense pain of being torn apart did not appear. What was there was only the pain of being shot with a water gun as a target when I was a child. Instead, it was the policemen on the opposite side who fell down.

"Idiot, even if you have super powers, you are still a waste." Dr. Death threw George Karl, who was so scared that he peed his pants, to the ground, and said angrily: "The force and reaction force between two objects are always large or small. Equal, opposite direction. Junior high school physics, Newton’s third law. Your ability is acceleration. What can be accelerated is not only yourself, but also things that are in contact with you. The moment the bullet hits you, it also produces the opposite The force in the direction can completely accelerate the bullet affected by the reaction force and make it return to the original path."

George Karl looked at Dr. Death in horror. The sleeve of the hand pinching the back of his neck was broken, and a tentacle was wrapping around the metallic bone.

"What monster are you!"

(End of this chapter)