Marvel's Magnetic Field Turns

Kent Clark is not an easy character to deal with. Not to mention his identity as a future super soldier, the new weapon in his hand was developed by the other party. Of course, the small clone that he put his efforts into will not be that simple.

Hydra cooperated with him to create a biochemically modified man. Although Rumlow did not see the experimental operation in person, through the descriptions of people who had been to the scene, he was 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 could not reveal too much to his team members, but explicit hints were considered benevolent and righteous. As for the SHIELD gang, let them die.

"I should have let that group of people go. If there were no dead people, the bar wouldn't have been replaced."

After taking a sip of wine, George Karl regretted his previous impulsive behavior. It was too public 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 calmly walked to George Karl's table and sat down under the other's eager gaze.

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.

"Long wait, Mr. George Karl." Putting the suitcase that the thin black man stared at like a hungry wolf at his feet, Dr. Death greeted him like an ordinary salesman facing an ordinary customer: " Have my products improved your life these days?”

I originally thought that Dr. Death would be like a gang deal, handing over the money and delivering the goods, and ending the meeting neatly. George Karl did not expect that this doctor would start with a chatty attitude.

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

Putting his hands together on the table and arching his body slightly, Dr. Death's posture became very relaxed: "Really, my product can help you. This is my honor. Are you willing to buy subsequent products?"

Hearing this, George Karl couldn't wait to put the backpack containing the banknotes on the table. His eagerness was noticed by Coulson, who was looking here with his peripheral vision. The rapid response team and field agents reported that they had arrived. nearby.

"I am very willing to buy your product." He opened his backpack, showed Dr. Death the banknotes inside, and then quickly closed it again. George Carl said: "Fifty thousand US dollars, just a lot more."

Dr. Death did not take the backpack, but took a comfortable sip of beer: "Mr. George Karl, I can understand your eagerness, but our education may be forced to suspend or even terminate."

"Why?" George Karl clenched his fists and knocked 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.

"Um"

Dr. Death frowned and glanced at George Karl. The thin black man's mind went blank, and the fear of dying made him forget to even 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, you are completely capable." enough time to dispose of all the bodies after the killing.”

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

"All police officers get down"

The field agents who were charging forward were holding standard firearms and aimed at the two people who were conducting the transaction. George Karl subconsciously wanted to lie on the ground. This was a professional habit and a survival habit developed over a long period of time, but the seat he chose was In the corner, the tight space doesn't allow him to do all that quickly.

Based on long-term experience, George Karl knew that he had made too many and large movements at this time, and those guys with loaded guns would definitely pull the triggers without hesitation and would not stop until the magazines were emptied.

"Put your hands on your head and lie down and don't move. Warning, lie down and don't move."

The leading field agent warned again.

George Karl raised his hands: "I heard it sir, I heard it and I will do it, I will do it immediately"

I glanced sideways at Dr. Death and found that this Dr. Death was still sitting there leisurely drinking beer, as if he was sure that the police wouldn't shoot him. He was a white man, so forget it. I would just lie down on the ground and forget it. .

"Mr. George Karl, you are no longer an ordinary person. Why are you still facing these weak guys with your original living habits?" Dr. Death adhered to the principle of not wasting, drank the beer in the bottle, and then put down the glass. Demonstrated superhuman physical fitness.

Before the field agent could react, he had already lifted George Karl up from the ground, took out the memory from his pocket with his other hand, pressed the switch and stabbed him in the neck. , the superpower is 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 Carl subconsciously wanted to run away. With his super high speed, he could clearly see the general trajectory of the bullet and then dodge, but Dr. Death's hand grasped the back of his neck firmly like an iron plier and lifted him up. Use it as a shield in front of you.

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 superpowers, you are still useless." Dr. Death threw George Carl, who was so frightened that he wet his pants, to the ground and said angrily: "The action force and reaction force between two objects are always equal in size. , in the opposite direction. Junior high school physics, Newton's third law. Your ability is acceleration. In addition to yourself, what can be accelerated is also the things in contact with you. The moment the bullet hits you, it also produces the opposite direction. The force on it 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 holding the back of his neck was broken, and a tentacle was wrapping around the metallic bones.

"What monster are you"