StarCraft breaks through American comics

On the front of the castle, Rogers held up an indestructible vibranium shield, providing a tight cover for the attacking Maruns.

He took the lead and blocked all energy weapon attacks.

This boosted the morale of the Maruns.

They cooperated with the infantry fighting vehicles to accurately clear all exposed fire points.

Moreover, they won this battle without taking any medicine, and there were basically no casualties.

This made some officers in charge of Ma Run's logistics couldn't help but think a little bit.

It would be a pity not to take the medicine, since it was all delivered to me anyway.

But it doesn’t have to be for the horses to eat, right? They reluctantly sympathized with their subordinates and asked them to take less medicine, so as not to have severe PTSD when they retire and return.

When he had a little free time, he went to find his cousin who worked in the CIA, and processed the medicine that was not used this time and the plants that he had collected in the Middle East before dumping it out, making a small profit.

My cousin’s business is so broad that they supply almost half of South America’s ice and powder.

After all, that was one of the CIA's biggest extra income.

The castle hall.

Taking advantage of a brief rest after a fierce battle, Sergeant Marun Fletcher from Kentucky was trying to dismantle a recently captured high-energy particle gun.

Before demolishing it, he fired a shot at the wall to test the water, and the energy pulse directly evaporated half of the wall. "Damn, these Hydras have a lot of good things in their hands..."

"Sergeant, aren't you afraid that we will be buried?"

As soon as he took apart the receiver, he began to feel strange, "Wait, why does this thing look familiar?"

After he completely dismantled the internal structure and looked at the extremely familiar shell, and compared it with the HK416 in his hand, he was immediately stunned: "What the hell, it was actually modified from the shell of HK417..."

"Sergeant, you can appreciate the trophies after the battle. Put them away first." War Machine Rhodes patted his shoulder lightly.

"Yes, sir!" Fletcher quickly relied on his familiarity with HK company's products to piece together this "advanced product".

But he didn't dare try the gun again.

"Go back and stay with your boys. Let's take the lead." After saying that, Rhodes pressed down his helmet and gave Thor a look.

Brother Zhui understood it and raised his hammer to smash another metal door that was strong enough to withstand a nuclear explosion.

The loud noise of the impact caused intense tinnitus in the ears of ordinary soldiers on both sides.

"Shet!" Fletcher and the soldiers covered their ears and yelled.

"Roar!" Hulk also expressed irritation at the noise.

So he didn't wait for the others to join him, opened his mouth and roared, "Waaaaagh!!"

The dust above my head was shaken off.

Then, a clanging sound came from behind the door, mixed with some sharp screams.

"Ouch!" Rogers, who was advancing under fire, was knocked down by a mysterious ghost that suddenly appeared.

The ghost also took off his hood and stopped at an extremely fast speed to give him an extremely standard international friendly gesture.

Then it disappeared before his eyes in less than a blink of an eye.

When he blinked again, a huge black shadow suddenly blocked all the light above him.

The captain reacted immediately, rolled several times in succession, and hid in disgrace in the temporary bunker that Hydra had helped build earlier, just in time to avoid the iron cabinet that suddenly fell from the sky, while Private Mike, who was talking to Sergeant Fletcher just now, had already Unfortunately, he was killed and was smashed to pieces by a heavy safe.

Rogers was still frightened, "...it's so fast! Everyone, be careful!"

He, the old man, took the lead and hid, and the Ma Runs also shrank down. They all widened their eyes in panic, trying to catch the strange man whose figure they couldn't see clearly.

But even if the remaining Maruns shrink back or even turn around and escape, Kuaiyin doesn't intend to let them go.

These damn Yankees deserve to die and get out of Europe immediately.

"Captain, what the hell was that just now?" Sergeant George, who took the lead, tightened his helmet and felt slightly nervous.

"That weirdo, he's so fast! You must be careful..." Rogers gritted his teeth and got up, patted the dust on his body, and spat out the blood bruises left by the heavy blow to his chest just now.

That guy is really ruthless.

For a moment, his eyes met the child's.

He couldn't see anything except hatred in the other person's eyes.

This feeling made him feel cold and a little guilty.

It was as if he had killed this boy's entire family.

Although he really didn't do it.

But his country did.

But before he finished speaking, Quicksilver took action again.

"Damn it, who stole my Zippo?" Black, the machine gunner who was trying to observe secretly, suddenly realized that the lighter in his pocket had been taken away.

"not me."

"Not me either, man."

"Fuck! Who took off my rocket launcher?" Private Frank, who had been gloating just now, just realized there was someone behind him and couldn't help but tremble.

When I looked back, I didn't see anyone. Instead, the AT4 tube I had been carrying for a long time had been removed.

Then he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar rocket flying towards him.

"R! P! G!" Black, the machine gunner who was still annoyed just now, shouted in horror.

Rogers jumped up and used his shield to detonate the rocket in advance, blocking most of the impact.

Only a few unlucky Ma Run were scratched by flying shrapnel.

But being suddenly wounded by someone using their own weapons was quite demoralizing, not to mention that there were several wounded people wailing on the side.

In fact, Quicksilver can completely take off the shield, but there is a corner next to the place where he fired the rocket, and there is Barton, who is drawing his bow and shooting arrows.

Based on the principle of working from near to far, Kuaiyin decided to deal with this middle-aged uncle whom he disliked first.

It's the most annoying thing to pour tea when you like to squat and shoot without being able to hit the spot.

"Who!" Patton, who climbed up to the second floor alone to sneak some French fries, reacted quickly. He had just shot three heavy Hydra infantrymen to death and smelled the danger coming from behind.

He completely subconsciously pulled out the arrow and thrust it back, almost piercing the eye of Kuaiyin, who underestimated the enemy.

Although Quicksilver was a little surprised, he still smiled and tilted his head to avoid it, and then tried to take away Barton's bow with his backhand.

With a little force, I found that Barton's grip was quite tight.

He simply didn't bother to fight Barton for the broken bow, so he took advantage of Barton's firm grip on the bow, and dragged Barton downstairs with a strong pull.

Barton was almost taken downstairs by the impact.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, threw away the arrow, hung it on the armrest with one hand, turned around and kicked it out.

"Shet!" There was no doubt that the kick was empty, and Barton almost fell down with too much force.

Quicksilver might accidentally take a few bullets, but no one can hit him if he tries to dodge.

But he also succeeded in forcing Quicksilver to dodge, leaving himself some escape route.

He looked around vigilantly, but didn't see the afterimage just now, and couldn't help but curse into the air, "Fuck! It hurts me to death, this brat is so fast!!" He cursed and slapped a carp up, and also Before he could stand still, he was pushed down by a hand that suddenly stretched out from his side, and rolled twice on the ground.

Quicksilver suddenly appeared and gave him the middle finger.

He also held a few grenades and flash bombs that had just passed over from the Maruns.

And, just when he could clearly see what the other person was holding, a grenade rolled under his feet.

"Damn it!" Barton rolled over and hid back in the corner.

"Bang!" Then he ate a full flash.

Barton understood that the other party wanted to torture him.

Obviously the second one could be a grenade.

He covered his eyes and shouted angrily into the air in front of him, "Boy, do you only bully old people like me?"

Upon hearing this, Quicksilver immediately stopped in front of Barton, showed a commercial fake smile, and nodded seriously, "Well, you are right, invisible old man."

After recovering some vision, he could vaguely see the sarcasm on the other person's face, and Barton spat, "Ignorant little bastard! Just wait for me!"

"Ouch!" Just after he finished speaking harshly, he was knocked down again.

Quicksilver suddenly appeared beside him like a ghost, grabbed him, jumped up, and threw him down.

Fortunately, there was a damaged sandbag bunker underneath.

But even so, Barton was thrown to pieces, grinned, and ate a mouthful of sand. He leaned on the beaten sandbag and laughed in the sky, "Hoo bah... cough cough - bah, this bastard boy and today I'm on top."

"Goodbye, uncle! You're too slow!" Quicksilver landed lightly on the opposite side. He had no intention of playing with Barton anymore.

"Boy, it's not a good thing for a man to be too fast, hahahaha... Ugh!" Quicksilver stuffed a rag of unknown age into Barton's mouth.

Quicksilver laughed triumphantly and left.

"Brother? Where are you? Come and help me!" Wanda was secretly looking for a suitable target.

But the other party was obviously more vigilant, and she couldn't find anyone who would do it.

Those horses are not worth her own hands.

"Be careful! That fast runner just now is back again!" The captain who was knocked down patted his head in annoyance.

Just as he was about to stand up, he was kicked in the butt again and rolled around on the ground.

When he got up in disgrace, he found that the shield in his hand had disappeared.

Less than three meters in front of him, Quicksilver held his shield and winked at him.

Then in the blink of an eye the person disappeared, leaving only choking dust on the ground.

Rogers couldn't find anyone else. When he looked back, Ma Run, who was following him, was knocked down in a pile, and they were all wailing.

"Mandown! Medic! Medic!! Takecover!"

Then the shield grew larger and larger before his eyes.

"Duang!" Rogers was not careful and was dunked by his own shield.

The huge impact made him dizzy and starry-eyed.

He covered his forehead and fell to the ground and cursed, "Damn it, that kid actually took my shield away!".

"It's too fast! Back up! Back up! Find cover!" The horses splashed water frantically while retreating in groups, "Da da da da da! Captain, come to our side and retreat!"

Rogers gritted his teeth and climbed up, rolled decisively and reluctantly back behind the bunker, breathing heavily.

He is now in a very embarrassed state, with a big bump on his head that was knocked out by his own shield.

"Lower your head, soldier!" Realizing that a brave Ma Run wanted to stand up and fight back, the captain quickly held him down.

A brick then passed over their heads at an incredible speed, and then shattered a wall behind them.

Ma Run's eyes widened as he was being pulled, and his whole body was trembling. He took several breaths before he recovered, "Thank you...Captain. I almost went to see God."

Rogers patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

"Who is it?!" Black Widow was keenly aware that there was a stranger behind her.

She quickly pulled out her pistol and fired twice.

Very accurate.

But a dark red energy intercepted her bullet.

The bullet stopped strangely in mid-air.

Wanda suddenly appeared next to Black Widow like a ghost, pointing lightly at her forehead with one hand.

Powerful chaos magic takes effect quickly.

A proud smile appeared on Wanda's face.

Black Widow was distracted for a moment, feeling as if something strange had come in.

She almost lost any consciousness. She only felt that the world around her was spinning and she almost fell.

When she "awakened" again, the scene in her eyes was no longer a gloomy and depressing castle.

It's another bloody battlefield.

Unlike her, the other unlucky person passed out from the pain.

"Why do you want me to hit his hand with a hammer?" Thor didn't quite understand.

"We Chinese have an old saying, ten fingers are connected to the heart." Xia Yan smiled and began to look through the information in Strack's laboratory.