[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

"You shouldn't be thinking about mutants, let alone the students of that academy."

This is the only sentence the man has ever said from the beginning to the end.There was a deafening cracking sound, and the three-meter-thick alloy floor began to turn up, twist, and deform.

It quickly formed a spherical shape, enclosing nearly half of the milligram legion, including Baron Sterak.

It's true that these green guys have unimaginable destructive power, but when they waved their fists and cracked the metal, there was new metal to splice and reassemble.When the huge iron ball rolled to a sufficient thickness, the man squeezed the palm of his hand, and the iron ball tightened instantly. He could clearly hear the sound of metal breaking from inside. The outside fell out, and what was hidden in those green skins were not human bones, but joints of alloy brackets.

If Structur was a little more patient and used cloning technology to form his mutant army instead of copying directly with alloy templates, then the Hulk clone might have a stronger combat effectiveness when facing this man.

But he didn't.

An enemy whose whole body is made of alloy is weaker than paper to Magneto.

Seeing the man strangling most of the replicas, taking up the alloy buildings that housed the mutant experiments with people and houses, breaking through the glacier and flying out, sitting in the immovable fortress with a dazed face the whole time The forced Tony Stark twisted his neck, he glanced at the slip-through replica still lingering on the battlefield, and raised his wasp turret with some hesitation.

"Well, cleaning the battlefield is also a key part after the battle."

All of this was isolated outside the fully enclosed research center building. The three people who temporarily formed Dr. Banner's rescue team knew nothing about what happened outside, or they had no time to care about others.

At present, they are facing their new enemy, and this person is the most promising one in the weapon regiment trained by Baron Sterak under the name of Hydra——

Steve Rogers was salvaged from the English Channel by Hydra many years ago, comrade-in-arms.

Winter Soldier.

This is the first time that Daize saw him in person since he came to this research room for so long.He was wearing the familiar soft armor and iron mask, and his smooth mechanical arms had a cold metallic luster.

If he wasn't wearing a mask and wasn't brainwashed by Hydra, then he and Steve might be able to sit down amiably, have a cup of afternoon tea, and talk about the tragic experience of being frozen over the years.But now, he doesn't know who Steve is, and Captain America's impression of him is only limited to the Hydra weapon that "competed with the Hulk for a bed and was smashed by the Hulk".

So the war officially started without anyone yelling "start".

The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the three of them, and the firepower gap between the enemy and us was huge.

Daze licked his dry lips: "Is there anything more hopeless than being locked on by homing missiles in such a small space?"

"Yes." Kurt raised his hand tremblingly, "First, sir, my ability seems to have failed."

Steve calmly took off the shield on his back: "That's really hopeless."

Flames were exposed from the muzzle, and the huge recoil could almost shatter the bones of an adult's hand, but the weapon still held the fort weighing several dozen kilograms firmly.

"Watch out, it's here!"

Almost at the moment of pulling the trigger, Steve quickly adjusted his posture and stood in front of the two of them. The first shell exploded on his shock gold shield. Bounced off the alloy floor and the wall, a few of them just stuck into Dazzle's calf. The professor was in pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't make any sound.

Immediately afterwards, without giving them any breathing time, the second, the third, the fourth.

In order to stop the shell that was so powerful that it could overturn a building, the floor under Steve's feet even began to crack like a net because of the huge force he endured.

"As the most senior researcher of Hydra, you are in the wrong place, Professor Dai Ze."

The masked Winter Soldier's voice was distorted, and the man next to him grinned and added, "You should come to us, Professor."

So behind the next and last most powerful shell, a transparent silk thread so thin that it is difficult to distinguish it with the naked eye shot out rapidly.When Steve had to do his best to press down on the shield to resist the shell, he got tangled up in Dazzle's foot.

The professor was directly dragged by him.

Dazzle frowned painfully as his back rubbed against the hot shrapnel. If he could take off his clothes now, his back must have been scraped bloody by those fragments.

"gentlemen!"

Kurt yelled in a panic, the ability interference made it impossible for him to teleport to bring Dazzle back in the first place.Without hesitation, he rushed out of Steve's protective range and rushed towards the professor, but was stopped halfway by another of the Winter Soldier's men.

Steve found the iron man to change the ammunition, and the moment he raised the turret again, he threw his shield hard.There was a long buzzing sound from the metal-to-metal collision, and the strong vibration made the Winter Soldier's metal arms stiff for a moment. When he resumed his movement, the turret was kicked halfway into the wall.

The Winter Soldier turned his head to look at the man who had regained his shield, a warlike gleam in his eyes.

He quickly took out the dagger from his waist, and the iron-blooded fighting method that only pursued practicality made his movements not so pleasing to the eye, but every time he stabbed the opponent's vitals quickly and accurately, the attack rhythm was fast and dense, almost making people feel uncomfortable. Thought to see afterimages.

This allows him to rely on his agility to not lose even against an opponent who is proficient in fighting and athletic like Captain America.

From this point of view, the only two sides with unequal strengths are Dazzle and the weapon that grabbed him by the collar and picked him up from the ground.

"Your condition doesn't look very good, Professor."

Dai Ze looked directly at him, smiling casually as usual: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

The moment after he finished speaking, this thin man in a white coat was slammed heavily onto the metal gate, his kidneys on both sides slammed into the raised signs, and the sudden pain made his eyes go black for a while.

Laughing again, the weapon grabbed the thin transparent thread wrapped around his foot and dragged him back.

"Do you think you are still that high-ranking professor? Ha, in fact, the moment we receive the order, we are already qualified to kill you. I hope you can figure this out, professor."

Daze's voice trembled a little, he said, "I'm very, very clear—"

"Just be clear."

"—Just relying on you, you can't kill me."

Dazzle was thrown out by the furious weapon again, but this time he was not very lucky, the protruding iron piece directly passed through his shoulder blades, hanging his whole body on it.

He almost fainted from the pain.

"Ha, look, scientific researchers who are usually high above are also humiliated by the 'watchdog-like weapon' in their mouths. This is unbelievable."

"Jon, stop playing! Damn it, come and help me, this little mutant is not easy to deal with!"

The summoned weapon turned his head in dissatisfaction. He looked at the mutant's eyes that were stained red with anger, then looked at his companion who was getting more and more embarrassed, and said, "I still have something to do."

"What is it called to deal with a researcher who is powerless!"

Weapon spread his hands: "Okay." He turned his head and glanced at Dazzle, "Be your mural, Professor."

After speaking, he took out the butterfly knife and made a beautiful knife trick, and then stopped the little blue devil who was rushing here after breaking through his companion's defense line.

The battle between Steve and the Winter Soldier continues, and it gets more and more frightening.After the opponent made another move that Captain America found inexplicably familiar, he hit the opponent's wrist with a backhand shield, and the metal arm became stiff again, and the dagger fell to the ground. Steve quickly stepped forward and pressed it with his elbow. his neck.

"who are you?"

He reached over the man's mask and tried to take it off, but just as Steve was about to apply force, a huge impact knocked him out of the air.

The Winter Soldier stood where he was, miniature nuclear blaster in hand, twisting his metal wrist.And Steve quickly got up, using his shield to block a new round of attacks from this weapon.

"Damn it, Strack."

Daze held the iron plate passing through his shoulder in his right hand to relieve the pain caused by his body weight. After carefully scanning the area twice, he finally locked his target above his head.

A black oval button, scientific name, Ability Interference Blocker.

The researchers in this research institute are all afraid of death, which makes them turn on the device regularly while bundling the mutants into countless shrimps to completely curb the mutants' abilities that may erupt at any time.

He yelled with all his might, "Kurt!"

Because of his words, the deadlocked battle situation fell into a short-term pause. Daize raised his left hand and aimed the wave frequency transmitter at the black button above his head.

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to belittle a researcher who is familiar with every corner of the institute."

When the previous weapon saw the target the professor aimed at, his eyes widened instantly.

"Do not--"

The button shattered into powder, and the magnetic field that interfered with the ability disappeared instantly. The little blue devil almost teleported to the two of them at the fastest speed in his life. A burst of black and blue smoke flashed by. Outside the gate of the laboratory, there were only three people left. An embarrassing weapon.

The Winter Soldier hurled the dagger in his hand to the ground.

"shit!"