The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 181 Team Up
Outside New York City, sea area, space carrier.

Thousands of S.H.I.E.L.D. employees perform their respective tasks, collect intelligence, integrate data, and coordinate where to respond to the crisis.

This plague came too fast and too violently. For safety reasons, the federal government will set up a command post for the strategy to solve the plague on the condescending space carrier nearby.

Representatives from the CDC, the Emergency Management Agency and other parties gathered here to unite and designate the plan together with SHIELD.

Steve Rogers, or Captain America, let out a long breath.

He stood in the center of the bridge of the Helicarrier, staring intently at the electronic screen, the images of downtown New York transmitted through the surveillance cameras.

Countless vehicles blocked the sea-crossing bridge, and countless people dragged their families along, trekking hard on the crowded bridge.

Screaming, crying, terrified, helpless.

The center of the sea-crossing bridge was blocked.

The people blocking the bridge are the American army.

The temporary barbed wire fence was wrapped in plastic curtains, three layers inside and three layers outside, tight and airtight.

This barrier is not to guard against those mutated monsters, but to stop those New Yorkers who are trying to escape here.

The soldiers with live ammunition uniformly wore orange isolation uniforms, and their figures were slightly bloated, but this did not affect them standing behind the barbed wire, aiming their guns at the innocent people on the other side of the bridge through a temporary pile of concrete sentry towers .

A yellow straight line smeared with spray paint lay quietly in the middle of the people and the army.

"No one is allowed to step across the yellow line."

This rule was announced to the bewildered crowd by loudspeakers raised.

"The American military has gradually controlled the situation. People in New York are asked to return to the city on the same route, stay at home quietly, and wait for the arrival of follow-up rescue forces."

There was a commotion in the crowd. A bloody middle-aged man roared at the American army in the distance. He helped his pregnant wife and walked towards the yellow line.

Snapped.

The gunshots rang out, and the bullets hit the road surface of the cross-sea bridge, and the flying debris fell outside the yellow line.

The leading soldier was expressionless, staring at the people with the most indifferent eyes.

The two sides are confronting each other, and the background board is the chaotic city.

".I want to go down."

Steve Rogers turned around and said to Phil Coulson, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., "I'd rather stay with those people than sit here and wait."

"Sorry, captain, this is not something I can decide."

Coulson frowned, and said with a wry smile: "You don't have to worry, everything below has the technical advice of the expert group, as well as the supervision and guidance of the Federal Emergency Management Agency, aiming to preserve the safety of the Federation as much as possible."

Captain America shook his head, and said with difficulty: "If defending the security of the Federation is aimed at the people, I beg to differ."

"...it was a sacrifice that had to be made for the greater good."

Phil Coulson couldn't help lowering his head. Captain America has always been his idol. The glorious deeds of this veteran who woke up from the ice in World War II inspired Coulson to become an excellent patriot.

Steve shook his head, stood up, held the iconic round vibrating gold shield in his hand, and said gently but firmly: "I know what sacrifice is, and I probably do it better than most people in this world. Learn more about the true meaning of the term."

He walked towards the hatch of the Helicarrier, but someone was already standing there.

It was a woman, a woman whose hair was as bright red as a flame.

Natasha Romanov, or the former Soviet intelligence officer who was born in Stalingrad, the former Soviet Union and was only eight years younger than Captain America, is now a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., the Black Widow.

The black widow blocked the hatch, and said quietly: "Then you also know that jumping down like this to fight against the plague is a worthless and meaningless sacrifice."

"Maybe." Captain America smiled, "But at least I can protect some abandoned people, can't I?"

"Hahaha, you are right."

A strong Nordic man wearing ancient armor laughed loudly: "I admire you more and more, Steve, you are the closest mortal I have ever seen to the word warrior."

This man with disheveled blond hair and a wild but hard-to-weary smile is none other than the mythical figure from Asgard, Thor, the God of Thunder.

Thor held an ordinary hammer in his hand, stretched his waist, and casually said to the black widow who was blocking the hatch: "Okay, woman, get out of the way, let me go down with Steve , to smash those moss-covered monsters."

"Sorry, I'm not called a 'woman'."

Natasha Howe looked at the god without flinching, and said with a cold face: "And once the creatures hatched from the cocoons are destroyed violently, they will spray spores from their bodies, and the damage range will double."

"It's really troublesome."

Thor, the god of thunder, curled his lips indifferently, and said casually: "You humans are too weak, and you can't even bear such a small illness."

Although there was not much contempt in the deity's tone, the downright sense of superiority still made everyone present feel a little uncomfortable.

Hawkeye, with short cropped hair, packed his bow and arrows expressionlessly, and Dr. Bruce Banner couldn't help coughing, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Captain America felt a dull pain in his head when he saw this situation.

These strong men with extraordinary power belong to the kind and lawful camp with kind thoughts in their hearts.

According to the concept Nick Fury told him, the Avengers should be a special operations team composed of elite extraordinary people, able to gather in front of a huge threat that a single superhero can never deal with.

However, whether Hawkeye, Black Widow, Bruce Banner, or Thor and the US team themselves, they all have strong personalities and strong opinions.

Under such circumstances, it is extremely difficult to twist these "problem children" together.

Fortunately, the person who can control the situation has finally arrived.

As the armed helicopter slowly parked on the deck of the Helicarrier, Nick Fury got off the plane and walked slowly, followed by Iron Man and a Chinese youth with a calm face.

At the bridge, Director Fury introduced to the long-awaited Captain America and others: "This is Tony Stark, Iron Man, the last member of the Avengers."

"I haven't actually agreed to join formally yet."

Tony lifted his mask and said indifferently: "SHIELD's behavior style is not to my liking, and I am not interested in this kind of organization with strong official attributes.

What's more, the past history of everyone here is hard to convince me."

The subtext of this playboy is quite clear. Captain America and Black Widow are both old-fashioned centenarians. Hawkeye is an ordinary person who strayed into the superpower set with a bow and arrow. Thor is a rude and savage arrogant reckless man.

The only nuclear physicist Bruce Banner who can be recognized by Stark himself is also a time bomb that occasionally explodes out of control.

Compared with these problem children, Tony Stark, who is 100% of the upper class elite, is really out of the mud.

Nick Fury took a panoramic view of the ugly expressions on everyone's faces, shook his head imperceptibly, and said in a deep voice: "I will talk about the teamwork later, this is Mr. Li Ang from the meme company, and he will explain to you The specific situation of the plague below."

(End of this chapter)