Original God Traveler in Marvel

"We have to stop them, and I know it's hard, but the price of freedom is always high, and I'm willing to give anything for it."

"Even if I am alone, I will stick to it, but I believe that I am not alone."

Steve's words were deafening, and those real S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were infected by the bravery, tenacity and integrity of his words.

He turned off the microphone, and Sam, who was standing behind the man, shook his head emotionally:

"Did you memorize the manuscript, or did it on the spot?"

With such lip service and rhetoric, Captain America is born to do political and ideological work.

"You son of a bitch."

Captain America's affectionate speech made Pierce lively. The members of the World Security Council are not vegetarians. Hearing this, they all knew that they were being tricked by Pierce.

After a long time, all their work was done for Hydra. The white-haired old man pointed at Pierce's nose and cursed: "Damn Hydra!"

Pierce crossed his hands, and didn't respond to the old man's abuse at all. Instead, he looked at him with a faint smile, as if he was watching a clown performance.

The old man was so angry at Pierce's expression: "Bastard! You traitor!"

At this time, people from the action team came in, and the old man was overjoyed when he saw this.

"Quick! Get Pierce up for me."

The members of the action team raised their pistols obediently, but the target was not Pierce.

"You! You are also traitors! Traitors!"

The old man shouted hysterically.

He pointed at the muzzles aimed at himself, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hmph, it seems that I have the final say."

Pierce raised his eyebrows proudly and proudly, looking aloof, staring at the old man as if looking down on ants.

He ignored the congressmen who had become hostages, and took out his mobile phone under the glare of the old congressmen.

[Rumlow, launch the aircraft carrier now. 】

After sending the message to his capable men, Pierce put down his phone, his eyes were cold.

Now, it depends on who is faster.

Hydra Brock Rumlow, under the operation of Pierce and his own efforts, he served as the captain of the SHIELD Rapid Response Special Forces, that is, the Commando.

As a loyal core member of Hydra, Rumlow came to the launch console the moment he received Pierce's message.

"Advance the launch process, and send the aircraft carrier into the sky now."

He ordered to the male agent in charge of the aircraft carrier's flight procedures, with an irresistible toughness in his words.

The male agent took off his earphones, looked back at him, his eyes dodged, his lips moved silently together, extremely nervous.

But even so, he did not start the launch procedure of the aircraft carrier.

Combining the words of Captain Steve just now, combined with the current behavior of the Commando Captain, the male agent can judge that the Rumlow in front of him is a Hydra.

Anxiety and fear made him fidget in his seat, but his hands were firmly placed under the table without moving.

Seeing that the male agent did not carry out his order, Rumlow patiently succeeded.

He was tall and mighty, exuding a icy killing aura all over his body, and his eyes were full of undisguised murderous light and killing intent.

A few steps closer, Rumlow stood beside the male agent, his palm on the pistol at his waist.

"Do you have an opinion?"

he asked coldly.

The male agent's body trembled slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and held back:

"me...."

The male agent shook his head, lowered his eyes, the whole room was silent, and everyone else kept their mouths shut, daring not to make a sound.

"I'm asking you! Do you have an opinion!!"

Rumlow's roar was particularly abrupt in the quiet room, and the low-level agents were all silent, and some even hid under the table in fear.

"Sorry, sir."

The male agent couldn't stop taking deep breaths, his voice was trembling, but he no longer avoided the look in Rumlow's eyes.

"I... will not launch an aircraft carrier."

The male agent is just an ordinary S.H.I.E.L.D. low-level agent, and there are many people like him in S.H.I.E.L.D.

As a logistician for the experimental development of weapons.

He has never killed an enemy in the field, nor has he performed any dangerous actions worth showing off. His daily work is boring debugging, testing, research and development in this building.

But ever since he became a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., he has always been proud of his identity as an agent. Now that Hydra is by his side, even if he sacrifices his life, he has to defend his honor.

He will never allow Rumlow to launch an aircraft carrier!

The male agent raised his head resolutely, staring at the fierce Rumlow with burning eyes, his heart was full of courage and determination.

"I said, I will not launch an aircraft carrier!"

Rumlow drew his gun.

The male agent turned his head, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, not daring to look behind him.

He had already foreseen his own ending, and his eyes were red no longer.

She closed her eyes and pursed her lips tightly, clenched her trembling hands into fists, letting the tears slide down her cheeks.

"The captain has orders..."

The male agent firmly believes that lofty beliefs and loyalty to the organization will support him to the last moment of his life.

The cold pistol was already on the back of his head.

'boom! ! '

wow.

There was a sound of shattering, and the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground at the same time.

"what!"

The male agent's whole body trembled, and he couldn't help crying out.

The expected pain did not strike.

He slowly opened his eyes, touched the back of his head in disbelief, and saw that there was no red blood on his palm, and the male agent turned to look at Rumlow's position in surprise.

The Hydra fell to the ground, holding his right arm with his left hand.

Rumlow's right arm was dripping with blood, and a purple arrow pierced through the flesh and pinned his entire arm to the floor.

"You sinful and treacherous person, the princess of condemnation has seen your dark soul, and the sinful stakes that grow on it are really disgusting."

A girl in a purple dress and a gorgeous crown stood on the table, and the purple bow and arrow in her hand glowed with lightning.

There was a haughty look on her face, like a queen looking down on all living beings, and her voice was as clear and sweet as the sounds of nature.

Looking down at Rumlow lying on the ground in a state of condescension, Fischer didn't have the slightest sympathy in his eyes.

"The sin of blasphemy must be judged! Your soul will be turned into dust, and you will fall into hell forever!"

The night crow beside her flapped its wings, and its calm and melodious voice echoed in the room:

"Miss means, traitor! Go to hell!"

As Night Crow's voice fell, Fischer drew his bow and shot.

The sharp arrow was aimed at Rumlow's forehead, and it magnified sharply in his pupils.

puff!

A splash of hot blood spilled, the arrow pierced the floor, and Rumlow sideways avoided Fischer's attack.

The action of abruptly pulling out the arrow that pierced his right arm from the ground made his entire right arm bloody.

Others in the room also reacted, and the agents with guns surrounded Rumlow, with their guns pointed at his chest, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

"I surrender, I..."

Rumlow raised his hands, trying to sneak up on the agent closest to him by taking advantage of his surprise.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew a lock of hair on his forehead.

He felt a cold in his chest.

Immediately afterwards came a piercing pain.

Rumlow lowered his eyes, and the tail feathers of the purple arrow swayed slightly on his chest. He could even see the delicate patterns on the beautiful feathers.

"you!"

His pupils dilated in an instant, and his body limply fell to the ground. He clutched his chest and looked at the girl who was closing in not far away, his eyes slowly becoming hollow.

"Hmph, you don't need to listen to the ravings of hell devils."

Fischer jumped off the table, and she came to the side of the male agent who had defied power before.

"Warrior, your pure white soul and noble character have moved me deeply. I grant you permission to become a walker in the world of the master of Youye Pure Land. Be happy, and my brilliance will bless you to shine forever!"

The male agent was in a daze, and he looked at Rumlow, who was physically learning from the heavens on the ground.

Blinking eyes, the next second the transparent liquid 'squirts out' and 'splashes' from inside.

His rather handsome face was covered with snot and tears. He slid from his seat and sat on the ground, hugging Fischer's calf and crying loudly.

Ye Ya, who was watching, was taken aback for a moment.

The corners of Ozzy's eyes twitched, and he waved his wings and said:

"Mr. Agent, did you understand Miss just now?"

"Uuuu...No, I didn't understand..."

The male agent was sobbing, hiccupped and hiccupped while crying, "Although I don't understand, I'm so touched, wow."

Fischer patted the pear-blossoming and rainy tearful man in relief, and gave Oz next to him a look.

Ye Ya understood: "Miss means, brother, don't be afraid, she will cover you from now on!"

"I...I...thank you."

The cries of the male agent were even more moving.

"Oh, don't cry! Take a look, why is your computer red?" Ozzy noticed that the computer screen on the seat suddenly changed, and it quickly signaled the crying male agent to come over and check.

"what?"

The male agent glanced up, and suddenly a chill rushed to his skull.