In Marvel, I rely on technology to crush Thanos!

This kind of armor is 3.45 meters high and can withstand the frontal bombardment of active main battle tanks. Howitzers are mounted on both shoulders of the armor. The supporting weapons range from machine guns, flamethrowers, power fists to alloy battle axes.

The two fought in the middle of the road, just like two gods of war.

The six-barreled Vulcan machine gun in Johnny's hand was spinning rapidly, ready to be fired at any time. Miller approached slowly with an alloy warhammer in one hand. Rambo waved his hand, and several Titan operators surrounded him from all directions. up.

Boom!

Miller smashed down with a hammer, and immediately smashed a big hole in the top cover of the suv, revealing the Avatar mecha inside!

Four Avatar mass-produced mechas suddenly launched an attack, knocking Miller to the ground in an instant, and at the same time, several Avatar mechas jumped out of the van behind and began to fire at the Colossus operator.

The two sides actually launched a fierce gun battle directly on the street.

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In the sky not far away, a Kun-type fighter plane is in the air.

Tony and Natasha received the message almost at the same time.

"They really took the bait!" Tony jumped out of the cockpit directly, four brilliant blue lights shot out from the hands and feet of the armor, and the soaring Iron Man armor instantly threw off the Quin-jet fighter.

Seeing this, Hawkeye Button directly picked up the helmet of the pilot's mech, "Natasha."

"Know!"

The two put on their helmets at the same time, and the two special S.H.I.E.L.D. armor mounted on the plane started immediately. One purple and one red two armors broke away from the Quin-jet fighter and quickly chased in Tony's direction.

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The car carrying Bucky the Winter Soldier suddenly turned around. Alexander just came to inform that Sean had been sent out of the base by Baron Citrick and was being secretly transported to the Delta Wing Building of SHIELD.

This kind of black-and-white strategy, if Xiao En just disappeared, all the agents of SHIELD were spilled, and the whole world was running around like headless flies, it would be a good idea.

But now that Nick Fury has become vigilant, at this time he suddenly sent Sean to S.H.I.E.L.D., isn't that going directly to his gun?

Alexander didn't know how many times he scolded Baron Sitrik, but he still had to clean up this mess.

Moreover, the organization called the Armed Forces of Heaven and Man will definitely be dispatched again.

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3 hours ago.

In a private clinic not open to the public.

A special patient came today.

The body is very strong, and when the little nurse was helping to change the patient's gown, she couldn't help touching the man's pectoralis major twice.

Well, it feels great in the hand.

"Miss Nurse, how is he?"

The nurse lifted her claws from the patient's pectoralis major in panic, and looked behind her.

Is it a model? This beautiful lady has a great figure, long legs, and fair skin, as delicate as the finest marble.

Those amber eyes are also very charming, they are obviously female, it seems that they are about to indulge in them.

"Hello?"

The little nurse finally recovered.

"Uh, he, there's nothing wrong with him. His physical fitness is as good as that of an athlete. No, it should be said to be better than that of an athlete. But I don't know why he hasn't woken up yet."

"That's it."

Then, the little nurse saw the angel-like girl walking up to the patient and punching the patient's chest without hesitation.

There was such a loud noise that the little nurse was startled.

The poor patient's chest muscles were dented, and then he sat up in pain, bent over and coughed.

"Sure enough."

The long-legged beauty tapped her palm, but the expression on her face was still blank.

"What are you doing! He is a patient!"

The little nurse quickly pushed the long-legged beauty aside, and leaned over to check the patient's condition.

"How are you, sir?"

The man coughed for a while, and finally recovered his strength. His originally tense muscles relaxed a little after seeing the nurse's white coat in front of him.

The other is also a girl.

There was no one around, and nothing that looked like a weapon.

There was only the smell of disinfectant in the air, no smell of blood.

The long-legged beauty squeezed the nurse away and brought her face closer to the patient.

"Steve Rogers?"

The little nurse was about to get angry when she suddenly froze for a moment.

Why does this name sound familiar?

"Yes, I suppose I'm somewhat of a public figure."

The nurse was shocked again, he actually dared to respond.

However, it looks like it does in the photo.

The long-legged beauty holds up two fingers in front of the patient.

"How much is this?"

Steve pushed away the hand of the long-legged beauty with some irritability, and turned to look at the little nurse beside him.

"What is this place?"

"New York, Brooklyn."

"I was sent to the rear?"

The long-legged beauty squeezed forward again, holding up two fingers: "How much is this?"

Steve turned over and got out of bed, and rushed out of the ward.

There were two people standing in the outer office. One looked to be in his 40s, with a beard and a white coat, holding a document that looked like a medical record.

The other person had a typical South Asian face, with dark skin, tall stature, a thick frame, and steady breathing. He just stood there, like a beast staring at its prey.

Steve looked at the other party with some vigilance, and then saw the South Asian man suddenly took a step closer and extended his right hand to Steve.

"Hi, Giodo Blanc, nice to meet you."

Steve hesitated and didn't reach out for the first time.

A very sinister smile appeared on the opponent's face, and Steve immediately stepped back half a step, and subconsciously assumed a fighting posture.

"Oh, he's just trying to be nice to you, he's not very good at smiling."

The long-legged beauty chased after her and raised two fingers at Steve.

This time, before she asked, Steve broke down and said, "2! 2! This is 2!"

"Oh, it seems that there is no problem with sanity."

"It's definitely fine!"

The white man in a white coat, who seemed to be a doctor, came over, pushed Steve, who was half a head taller, to sit on a chair beside him, and skillfully took out a stethoscope.

"Mr. Rogers, is there any discomfort in your body?"

"I'm fine, how's the situation on the front line now?"

The long-legged beauty came over and patted Steve on the shoulder: "Captain, you have to be mentally prepared."

Steve's heart tightened, "Did we lose?"

"No, we won. Mustache seems to have committed suicide by hiding in the basement. The Soviet army planted the red flag on the Reichstag in Berlin. The island country was hit by two atomic bombs and soon surrendered."

A smile suddenly appeared on Steve's face, but doubts appeared immediately, "Then you just said..."

"It's 2008, captain, it's been 63 years since you piloted the plane and sank into the sea of ​​ice."