Original God plus Marvel: Meet Thanos and start calling for help

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

“Even if I am alone, I will stick to it to the end, but I believe that I am not alone.”

Steve's words were thought-provoking, and the real SHIELD agents were infected by the courage, tenacity and integrity in his words.

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

"Did you memorize the script or improvise on the spot?"

With his eloquence and his rhetoric skills, Captain America is born to be involved in political and ideological work.

"You son of a bitch."

Captain America's heartfelt speech made Pierce's side lively. The members of the World Security Council were all very tough. After hearing this, they all realized that they were fooled by Pierce.

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

Pierce crossed his arms and did not react to the old man's abuse. Instead, he looked at him with a faint smile, as if he was watching a clown show.

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

At this time, the action team came in, and the old man was delighted to see this.

"Quick! Catch Pierce for me."

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

"You! You are traitors too! Traitors!"

The old man yelled hysterically.

He pointed at the guns pointed at him, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Humph, it seems that I still have the final say."

Pierce raised his eyebrows with complacency and pride, looking condescendingly at the old man, as if he was looking down on an ant.

He ignored the congressmen who were held hostage and took out his cell phone under the glare of the old congressman.

[Rumlow, launch the aircraft carrier now.]

After sending the message to his capable subordinate, Pierce put down his phone, his eyes grim.

Now, it depends on who is faster.

Brock Rumlow of Hydra, under the operation of Pierce and his own efforts, he served as the captain of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rapid response special forces, also known as the commandos.

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

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

He gave orders to the male agent in charge of the carrier's flight procedures, his tone unquestionably firm.

The male agent took off his headphones, looked back at him, his eyes dodging, his lips moving silently, he was extremely nervous.

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

Based on what Captain Steve said just now and the current behavior of the commando captain, the male agent was able to determine that Rumlow in front of him was a Hydra.

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

Seeing that the male agent did not follow his orders, Rumlow patiently gave up.

He was tall and mighty, exuding a chilling murderous aura, and his eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intent.

Taking a few steps closer, Rumlow stood beside the male agent, his hand resting on the pistol at his waist.

"Do you have any 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 and lowered his eyes. The whole room was silent and everyone else kept their mouths shut, not daring to say a word.

"I'm asking you! Do you have any opinion?!"

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

"Sorry, sir."

The male agent kept taking deep breaths, his voice trembling, but he no longer avoided Rumlow's gaze.

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

The male agent is just an ordinary low-level agent of SHIELD, and there are many people like him in SHIELD.

Serves as a logistician in weapons experimental development.

He had never killed an enemy on the battlefield, nor had he performed any dangerous operations worthy of boasting. His daily work was boring debugging, testing, and research and development in this building.

But since becoming a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., he has always felt proud of his identity as an agent. Now that Hydra is by his side, he will defend his honor even at the cost of his life.

He would never allow Rumlow to launch an aircraft carrier!

The male agent raised his head firmly, staring at the ferocious Rumlow with burning eyes, his heart filled with courage and determination.

"I said, I can't launch an aircraft carrier!"

Rumlow pulled out his gun.

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

He had already anticipated his own ending, and his eyes could no longer be controlled and turned red.

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

"The captain has ordered..."

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

The cold pistol was already pressed against the back of his head.

'boom! ! '

Wow.

There was a sound of something breaking, and the dull thud of something heavy falling to the ground.

"what!"

The male agent's whole body trembled and he couldn't help but scream.

But the expected pain did not come.

He slowly opened his eyes and touched the back of his head in disbelief. Seeing that there was no red blood on his palm, the male agent turned around in surprise and looked towards Rumlow's position.

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

Rumlow's right arm was covered in blood. A purple arrow pierced through his flesh and nailed his entire arm to the floor.

"You sinful and evil usurper, the Princess of Judgment has seen your dark soul, and the nails of sin growing on it are truly disgusting."

A girl in a purple dress and a gorgeous crown stood on the table, with bursts of electric light on the purple bow and arrow in her hand.

There was a haughty look on her face, as if she was a queen looking down on everyone, and her voice was as clear and pleasant as the sound of nature.

Looking down at Rumlow lying on the ground in a mess, Fischl had no sympathy in his eyes.

\"The sin of blasphemy must be judged! Your soul will turn into dust and fall into hell forever! \"

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

"Miss, what I mean is, traitor! Die!"

As Night Crow finished speaking, Fischl drew his bow and shot continuously.

The sharp arrow was aimed at Rumlow's forehead, and its pupils suddenly enlarged.

puff!

A pool of blood spilled, arrows pierced the floor, and Rumlow dodged Fischl's attack by turning sideways.

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

Other people in the room also reacted. The armed agents surrounded Rumlow, pointed their guns at his chest, and were ready to pull the trigger at any time.

"I surrender, I..."

Rumlow raised his hands, attempting to sneak attack the agent closest to him when no one was paying attention.

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

He felt a chill in his chest.

What followed was a heart-wrenching pain.

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

"you!"

His pupils dilated instantly and his body softened and fell to the ground. He covered his chest and looked at the girl who was retreating not far away. His eyes slowly became empty.

"Humph, it's better if you don't listen to the devil's ramblings from hell."

Fischl jumped off the table and came to the male agent who had not been afraid of power before.

"Warrior, your pure soul and noble character have moved this princess. I grant you permission to become the mortal traveler of the Lord of the Pure Land of Dark Night. Be joyful, my glory will bless you to shine forever!"

The male agent was stunned. He looked at Rumlow who was already on the ground physically going to heaven to obtain the scriptures.

Blink your eyes, and in the next second transparent liquid gushed out from inside.

His fairly handsome face was covered in snot and tears. He slid off his seat and fell to the ground, hugging Fischl's calves and crying loudly.

Night Crow, who was watching from the side, was stunned.

The corners of Oz's eyes twitched, and he flapped his wings and spoke:

"Mr. Agent, did you understand what the lady just said?"

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

The male agent sobbed and said with hiccups: "Although I didn't understand, I was so moved. Wow."

Fischl patted the tearful little girl with relief and gave a look to Oz beside him.

Night Crow understood: "What the lady meant is, don't be afraid, brother, from now on she will protect you!"

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

The male agent's crying was even more moving.

"Hey, stop crying! Look, why is your computer red?" Oz noticed that the computer screen at the seat suddenly changed its display, and he quickly signaled the crying male agent to come over and check.

"what?"

The male agent raised his head and suddenly a chill ran up his skull.