Marvel Nephalem

three hours ago

new york botanical garden bronx park

A white man wearing a tight-fitting blue T-shirt and beige casual pants with a fit body and handsome appearance was running at a constant speed that ordinary people could not reach.

Behind him, a tall black man in a gray T-shirt was following behind him feebly, running out of breath, looking at the white man who ran around and passed by him and couldn't laugh or cry.

After a while, the white man, looking at the slightly pale sky, wiped his sweat with a towel while patting the back of the black man beside him who was panting like a dog and kept holding on to the trash can.

"Are you feeling better?"

Steve Rogers put the towel, which was almost never wet, back on his shoulders, and while patting the black man, he shouted intermittently: "Okay, better."

Just when Steve was about to chat a few more words, there was a sudden buzz in his trouser pocket, and he immediately said: "I'll answer the phone. You can rest more."

Seeing the black man standing up holding the trash can and making an OK gesture, Steve Rogers, who had made someone vomit on him more than once, quickly walked away and took out the mobile phone in his pocket. The caller ID read "Nick Fury". ".

Steve Rogers frowned and answered the phone. Nick Fury's joking voice came over the phone: "Good morning, Captain, are you still adapting to urban life in modern New York?"

"It's not as good as the past."

Steve Rogers sighed and asked: "Good morning Director, is there anything you need me to do?"

"Well, indeed there is. Just now, we received an emergency request from the CIA. They claimed that an extremely dangerous superhuman had broken into the gaming and entertainment building on Wall Street West and was killing the security personnel on duty at night. They asked us to dispatch Supernatural forces assisted in killing the gangsters.”

Steve heard the implication of Nick Fury's words and asked: "Then what is our intelligence?"

Nick Fury immediately replied: "Our intelligence shows that this person is indeed killing the security personnel of the entire building, but he not only has indirect contact with you and Natasha, he is the one who you said might scare people crazy. Clark Kent, he seems to have some friendship with Tony, but he is not a security guard in that building, but a mafia member."

Steve Rogers heard this and asked with a strange face: "Vigilante behavior does not seem to be within the jurisdiction of SHIELD. Besides, we are under the jurisdiction of the United Nations. If he really has a relationship with Tony, then he may be on his way to On the way there.”

Nick Fury laughed when he heard this and said: "This is a highly encrypted phone call. Maybe he has the ability to crack it, but I'm afraid it won't be so fast. We have notified Pepper as soon as possible. She will distract Tony. No Let him get into trouble.”

Hearing this, Steve walked quickly outside the park and asked, "Obviously you have a plan."

"Yes, after the alien invasion two months ago, we continued to have new forces join us. According to intelligence, although Clark Kent has been missing for many years and has not been heard from for many years, he has been working on something when he returned home. He works as a volunteer for free education for the poor, and his character should not be bad, but since he may be involved in some political or social conflicts in New York, we still have to cooperate with the CIA. I think Captain, you should be able to catch him and cure him."

After listening to Fury's words, Steve rubbed his eyebrows and asked with a heavy heart: "He may not be so easy to deal with. If I miss, the person will run away or be killed."

Nick Fury pondered for a long time, until Steve waited for a black SUV, the window slowly rolled down, and Fury, who was sitting in the cab, hung up the phone, and then he said decisively to Steve outside the car door: "Then... Sell ​​a favor to the CIA, but the person must not run away.”

"Dirty political status again, I guess."

After saying that, Steve sighed helplessly, opened the back door, and looked at the uniform and shield with the stars and stripes printed on them, his eyes less enthusiastic and more memories.

......

three hours later

Steve Rogers, wearing his iconic combat uniform, stood in the lobby of the Bocai Building, looking at the photos hanging on the wall, and automatically made up the mosaic in his mind.

"SHIELD also needs money, and it also needs international status."

What Nick Fury said before he got out of the car kept echoing in his mind, distracting Steve even as the tactical team's report kept echoing in the headset.

"Saber Team A is in position."

"Saber Team B has evacuated irrelevant personnel."

"Saber Team C has cordoned off the southwest side of the building."

"Sabers D-Team has cordoned off the northeast side of the building."

"The Falcon Special Sniper Team has found the target. Damn it, a helicopter has landed on the roof of our building. The target is looking at us. Due to the airflow, we cannot kill the target immediately."

It wasn't until the sniper team observer's exclamation came from the headset that Steve Rogers, who had come to his senses, ordered: "Continue to observe the target location and don't shoot blindly. The entire tactical team is on standby. If the target escapes, shoot immediately."

"Falcon received."

"Saber A received."

.....

"Captain, the target has entered elevator No. 4 of the 2 elevators, and we have lost the target location."

Steve Rogers looked at the No. 47 elevator on the left that was descending from the 2th floor. He held the shield tightly in his hand, leaned sideways against the No. 3 elevator door on the right side of the elevator door, and silently counted the elevator floors in his mind.

"33, 32, 31...17, 16...5, 4, 3, 2"

"1"

Steve's lips moved slightly, and suddenly a violent explosion came from the open elevator. The flying grenade fragments caused cracks on the marble floor of the hall, which made him smile like I knew he was.

Before the smoke dissipated, he immediately pressed the emergency button of elevator No. 3 behind him. The elevator door slowly opened. Facing the empty elevator shaft, Steve, who was about to look up, suddenly felt his heart tighten, and immediately Exited the elevator.

The next second, the sound of the rope breaking came roaring, and the No. 3 elevator, which was hanging on more than ten floors, crashed down with a thunderous force, sending smoke and dust all over the stairwell. Steve, who was covered in ashes, was swinging with his hands. He cleared the dust in front of him while suppressing the anger in his heart, and shouted into the stairwell: "Clark Kent, I am Steve Rogers. I suggest that you immediately put down your weapons, give up resistance, and surrender immediately. Your excessive vigilante behavior You have violated the law, but I guarantee with my personality that you will be dealt with properly."

In the stairwell, Clark Kent, who was swinging the broken rope towards the central air-conditioning duct, opened the protective window in an orderly manner and responded loudly to cover up the noise: "What's your name, Shi? I'm old and my ears are somewhat deaf. Please speak louder."

The system kept urging Clark in his mind: "Hurry up and open this damn ventilation window. This guy has too much mental power and a pure heart. The fear aura has almost no effect on him. He can only use the ventilation... Fuck, this is inside Why is it so narrow?”

Clark looked angrily at the ventilation duct that he had to squeeze through twice before he could get through it. He thought to himself that this system was really useless and unreliable. How could he escape from here? Throw it out the window.

Steve responded immediately. He stuck his head out with his shield and looked into the stairwell. The smoke and dust from the falling elevator made it impossible for him to see clearly. He could only shout loudly: "Steve Roger..."

"Boom"

There was a loud bang on the shield, and Steve was stunned for two seconds as he watched the shield bounce to the ventilation window outside the door. Then he held down the headset and shouted loudly: "All members, keep an eye on the exit of the ventilation duct."

"Boy, I know your name"

As soon as he finished speaking, he tightened his hands with his clothes and slid down the rope of Elevator No. 2. Clark, who was left with only his vest and swollen muscles, rushed out of the elevator with the soot-covered body and shaking hot "flaming gloves". He was caught off guard with a punch. Steve Rogers was hit and flew sideways, and with extraordinary nerve reaction speed, he grabbed the shield off guard and threw it towards the corner of the glass window on the left side of the hall.

Before the shield could bounce back, Clark took advantage of the situation and attacked fiercely. Even though his left arm was injured, he still relied on his super physical strength to make full use of his boxing and kicking skills that he had honed over the years. He was a soldier when he was young and had a combination of military boxing. The five basic fighting elements of kicking, hitting, throwing, grabbing and twisting were brought to the extreme, giving him an advantage in the fight against the US team at its peak.

Although it was only a short moment, Clark had already used his powerful explosive power to punch Steve Rogers, causing him to be thrown to his knees and back. Although Steve Rogers was at a disadvantage for a while, even in the eyes of outsiders, He had no power to parry, but Clark himself knew that after three hours of fierce fighting, he was already at the end of his strength. Although the opponent was in a sorry state, his ability to withstand blows was about the same as his own. He could only take a few breaths before he was injured. Slowly.

When he masters the rhythm of his attack, even if he can kill the opponent, he will definitely not be able to escape the next pursuit.

"Host, if you've beaten enough, run away. There are still people squatting on us outside."

Sensing the densely cracked tempered glass, the system looked at the rebounding shield while laughing wildly, and suddenly thought of something and shouted: "Wait a minute, don't let him get the shield."

Unfortunately, it was too late. When he was shouting, the shield had already passed by Clark who was rushing towards the window. He happened to be caught by Steve who stood up and knelt down on one knee.

The system felt as if it was frightened by this scene, and screamed: "Damn it, host, hide now. It makes sense to shoot the movie like that. This guy is using his mental power to affect the ejection direction of the vibranium shield."