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A sharp voice came from the ward, and the busy doctors froze for a second, then lowered their hands weakly.

Nick Fury died.

Just die like that?Steve couldn't believe what he saw. In just a few hours, it seemed that the whole world had become abnormal...

"...Captain? Captain!"

Crossbones, a senior field agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., who is also a member of Hydra, came over, patted Steve on the shoulder and said: "The bureau called us urgently, it seems that there is a special situation."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Steve frowned, making it impossible to see his inner thoughts.

Crossbones patted Steve on the shoulder again, "It's urgent, we should go."

"it is good."

Just then, a woman ran over and threw herself into Steve's arms, tears streaming down her face.

"Natasha?"

Steve opened his hands awkwardly, and patted Natasha's back stiffly.It was the first time he had seen the legendary agent with such a vulnerable expression.

It seems that Commissioner Fury's death hit her hard.

"Guys, can you give us a minute?" Steve said to Crossbones and the armed field agents beside him.

Crossbones raised his eyebrows, did not speak, walked a few steps away, and waited quietly.

"You can't go back with them." Natasha raised her head, the tears in her eyes seemed to have never appeared before, clear and calm.

"you……"

"Don't talk too much, listen to me." Natasha didn't turn her head, but she spoke as if there were a pair of eyes behind her.

"Look at their positions, completely blocking your route, and then look at their hands, where they can hold their guns at any time. Believe me, the guns in their hands are all on safety. As long as you make a slight movement, they will It will shoot bullets at you."

"What are you trying to say?" Steve asked in a low voice.

"The director should have given you a USB flash drive, take it, and run away with me. If you don't leave now, there is no chance at all. In the Trident headquarters, there are hundreds of armed agents and twelve superpowers. Waiting for you." Natasha said.

Steve recalls Chief Fury's last words before his death.

"Why should I trust you?" he asked.

"I can't make you believe me, but there is one person you must believe in."

"Who?"

"Zhang Ming." Natasha said: "This group of people specifically picked this time to attack, because Zhang Ming, Tony, Dior, Peter... They are not in New York, and no one can help you. Since the enemy wants to Send Zhang Ming away, then we will go find him, with his force, we can completely defeat these traitors directly."

Steve glanced back at the crossbones blocking the corridor, and finally said to Natasha, "Follow me."

Chapter 270 Personal emotions?

"St. Louis is ahead."

Zhang Ming drove the car, looking at the city at the end of the road.

Angela opened the car window, stretched out her white arms, and felt the breeze passing through her fingers.

This is the third day of their journey, and the first day is basically on the road.

It took ten hours to drive from New York to Chicago, and it took ten hours to get off the car to take pictures and eat. When they actually arrived in Chicago, it was already late at night.

Zhang Ming has a physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, and he doesn't feel tired after driving for a long time. But taking care of Angela, Zhang Ming didn't want to make the journey so tired at the beginning, so he proposed to sleep until he woke up naturally.

Zhang Ming didn't knock on Angela's door until ten o'clock the next day. After the two had brunch at the hotel, they wandered around Chicago all afternoon.

During this period, it was indispensable to take a photo with the bronze statue of Jordan at the United Center Arena in Chicago. Afterwards, they watched the sunset at the Navy Pier. After dinner, they rushed to the Chicago Theater to watch a comedy.

After a lazy day, they set off for St. Louis early in the morning of the third day.

It takes about four hours to drive from Chicago to St. Louis.

It might be a little boring to drive alone, but when two people chat and talk about what each other is good at or not good at, the journey is not boring at all.

"So you are a native of China?" Angela asked curiously: "I don't seem to hear you talk about your hometown and family. Have you considered going back?"

"Well... I can't go back for the time being. For various reasons, I can only stay outside."

When Angela thought of Zhang Ming's superpowers, words such as "sect", "martial arts", and "sweeping the floor" immediately appeared in her little head. They are all played like this in Huaguo martial arts movies——

Because the kind protagonist was framed by a villain, he had to leave his hometown and hide his identity.But his character and ability allowed him to make a name for himself in a foreign country and meet trustworthy friends.Until the school is in danger, the protagonist will return to his hometown with his friends, defeat the evil, reconcile with the elders, relatives and friends who misunderstood the protagonist, and finally marry the beautiful junior sister.

Perfect finale.

"You will definitely be able to go back, I believe in you." Angela said seriously, and she added from the bottom of her heart: But the younger sister is fine.

"Ok?"

Zhang Ming, who was driving the car, must not have imagined that Angela could make up such a plot in a split second.

Zhang Ming really couldn't go back to China, whether it was the original world or this world.When he was on a plane before, he passed over the sky of Huaguo countless times, and he could clearly see that there was a clear border line on the border below, like a milky white barrier.

As long as he gets close to this barrier, Zhang Ming has an intuition that he will die and disappear at any time, and he seems to be worried that one day his brain will go crazy and he wants to break through. There is a huge number on the barrier, which represents an absolute prohibition:

404.

Zhang Ming was banned from returning to his own country, and it was a bad experience to have a home, but considering the danger he might bring, maybe it would be a good thing not to go back.