I am a quality captain in American comics

"You look like one of those hippies from the last century."

Tony broke free from the armor he made and stared at Zhang Beijiang tiredly.

This moment must be one of the few downtrodden moments in his life. The haute couture suit was stained with oil and dust, and the stubble on his face was piled up in a mess.

At this moment he looked like a stockbroker who had lost his job during the economic crisis and had to go to the streets to beg for food.

"So, are you really Steve Rogers? The American hero?"

"・・・"

Zhang Beijiang didn't speak, just sat quietly on the ammunition box.

The firelight danced across his face, making him look like a ghost who had been dead for half a century.

"I'd rather I wasn't."

Zhang Beijiang sighed.

Being Steve Rogers is actually a very lonely thing.

Because you are destined to belong to the past.

You are not a prince who has been cast the magic of eternal youth. You cannot watch your lover grow old and your enemy die.

You just took a nap, and when you woke up, your enemies were dead and your lovers were old and unseemly.

Brand-new technologies flood the world and are updated in extremely short cycles.

Even if you try to adapt, you will continue to fall behind.

More importantly, you have no idea how long you will live.

According to a certain dog author, nothing in life can be defined without death.

It's like no matter how many commas there are before the end, you can't figure out whether the sentence is good or bad.

"So, how does the new era look to you?"

Tony reached out and waved away the cigar smoke, frowning and said.

"This is not a good time. It seems that faith can no longer be found here. Tony, you have to tell me, do these guys really have faith in their hearts?

Or do you mean that as long as you have money, everything is fine?

I don't know if I'm too old, new technology is not that difficult for me, but new ideas are killing me. "

After Zhang Beijiang finished speaking, he threw the cigar to the ground, stood up and stretched.

"Stop talking about this, let's go back to that unfortunate and damned place."

Tony stood up with some difficulty, "I have to take away this pile of armor. If I can't take it away, I will destroy it. I can't let it fall into the hands of the terrorists here."

"Okay, what are you going to use to destroy it? Explosives or thermite? Let's talk about it first. I have the dynamite here, but you have to rub the thermite with your own hands."

Zhang Beijiang said indifferently, and the latter nodded and spoke.

"Please block it for me."

"I know, I know, Tony, are you a sissy? We don't talk about trouble on the battlefield."

Zhang Beijiang held Winchester on his shoulders and stood in the passage looking at the dead bodies outside.

Wade, wearing a red tights, ran back from the depths of the passage, glanced at the armor on the ground, and suddenly started yelling.

"What is this! I think I've seen this thing. It's a Japanese cartoon. What's it called? Tekken Toshiba? Yes, it's called Tekken Toshiba! Do you also watch Tekken Toshiba? What's the name of the one I like best in it? ?

Scorpion and Scorpion! Yes, that little purple-skinned monster, I like him the most. Are you a model? "

Tony looked at the crude workmanship on the ground, and there was a human-shaped armor in front of him, not to mention that its joints were driven by simple transmission belts.

Even the head looks full of stupidity, and no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with that kind of shonen manga.

But for some reason, he suddenly felt that this idiot in red tights was quite cute.

After all, you have just experienced a near-death battle, and you are exhausted physically and mentally and in urgent need of comfort.

Although this long-legged girl with big breasts is a good choice, a friend who is as silly as Patrick Star is also a good choice.

And Wade is destined to be the kind of friend who is as silly as Patrick Star.

So Tony instantly relaxed.

He didn't even intend to correct Wade's nonsense, and even his pride as a Stark couldn't prompt him to say a stupid thing.

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Barney moves fast, they are professional commandos.

The speed itself is extremely astonishing, not to mention that what he is chasing is just a group of courageous terrorists.

What strength do these guys have?

At least they didn't discover any hidden strength of these guys during the pursuit.

This was destined to be a one-sided massacre, with bullets coming from behind and gunfire shining on their cold faces.

The unlucky East Asians in the endless desert suddenly fell to the ground and could not stand up again.

But no one felt sad about it.

You can see everything in war except mercy.

Because maybe before today, these unlucky guys had chased innocent lambs in the desert with guns like their opponents.

The battle ended quickly. For the first time in his life, the Caliph, who was named after the Prophet, had five or six gun barrels pressed against his head.

"Do we need to ask questions? How about we do it now?"

Caesar doesn't like complicated things. If it weren't for the bounty on this guy, he would definitely not be here.

"Yes, did you say you must live?"

Longgren looked at the highway on the side, and the latter shook his head.

"You know, that's how Americans piss. Didn't they use Indian scalps in exchange for money before? Maybe we could just cut off his whole scalp? You know, we Italians don't like this very much. Help the Yankees.”

"Shut up."

After saying this, Barney shot the Caliph directly, and then pulled out the saber from his waist.

"Oh! My God, look how cruel he is!"

"I just said this guy's heart is made of iron. Look how cruel he is!"

"Shut up. They had to be ruthless when they first became mercenaries. If they weren't ruthless, they wouldn't get commissions."

Christmas muttered, but they both turned their heads in unison.

The sound of sabers rubbing against bones was particularly harsh in the empty desert.

"What a terrible sight. You know, I like it best when the moonlight shines on the desert. It looks like a whole piece of silver, but you may not understand."

Yin Yang looked at the desert and said something incomprehensible.

"You mean the thermal conductivity of silver?"

"Huh? It seems that the technical school you went to was pretty good?"

Yin Yang looked at Long Geer in surprise, and the latter grinned.

"I went to MIT, and unlike you guys, I have a master's degree in chemistry from MIT."

"Oh! God, I swear this is the hundredth time he's said this. But I still want to ask, why don't you become Heisenberg if you have the brains?"

"What Heisenberg?"

"That's the chemistry teacher from Breaking Bad."