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In recent days, Ying Zheng felt something strange.

Whether he was in the Avengers Building, or on the way to Professor X with Steve, or on the street with people coming and going, he always felt that there was a gaze following him closely.However, it disappeared when he turned around.

Just like now.

At the cafe on the corner, Ying Zheng put down the porcelain cup in his hand, and glanced at the customers in the cafe beside him.Ladies gossiping, office workers on the phone, shop assistants smiling and serving, everything seems perfectly normal.

but……

Ying Zheng stood up, paid the bill, opened the door and left, and walked to the commercial street.

The office worker on the phone walked out with a cup of coffee while talking.

The gossiping ladies rose to their feet, talking and laughing to each other.

When the clerk was bent over and covered by the counter, he turned his head and whispered into his collar.

Or because of the security of the buildings being frequently attacked, the blocks near the Avengers Building were bought by Tony. Compared with other commercial streets, the traffic here is not crowded.

Ying Zheng mixed in with the crowd in twos and threes, like a rich young man who skipped class, his attention was occasionally attracted by the shops on the street, and he leaned in front of the window to watch curiously.

But when his back was facing the crowd, those light golden eyes were indifferent and without any emotion.

"Ah, it's really... small bugs are disgusting. But if it is here, it seems that the scope is too wide?" Ying Zheng looked coldly at the crowd reflected in the glass window.

While walking and talking, some people were looking in Ying Zheng's direction intentionally or unintentionally.

"Is there still up there?" He took two steps back and raised his head, pretending to be looking at the name of the shop, and quickly scanned the upper floor of the building.

Carved hollow window sills, under the hollows are dark shadows.Behind the curtained windows, the sound of breathing was kept to a minimum.

What he saw in a few seconds gave Ying Zheng a decision.

He crumpled the empty milk carton into a ball and threw a beautiful parabola into the trash can.Then, with long legs, he walked towards the corner of the street.

The tramp on the side stepped forward silently, took out tweezers and an evidence bag, and quickly picked out the milk carton that Ying Zheng had touched and put it away.

The commuter throws his coffee in the trash, exchanges a glance with the homeless man, and walks into the alley around the corner.

The young man was slender, but he walked surprisingly fast. The few people who were far behind felt that they were almost ashamed just by blinking.

The young man in front walked faster and faster, and kept turning into the small path next to him. They had no choice but to walk faster and even started to trot, staring at the young man with good eyes, so tired that they had no time to think and could barely keep up with the young man. .

"Could it be that the target of this mission is an athlete!" The office worker complained in a low voice, pulling off the headset: "Going fast in the direction of 9 o'clock, watch out for the watchmen at the next intersection."

"Got it... Wait, the nine o'clock direction with your location as the origin is a dead end!"

The office worker was taken aback, and quickly exchanged glances with several companions around him, then turned around and was about to run away.

However, when they turned around, they saw the young man who should have been in front of them, half leaning against the wall, looking at them indifferently.

"The game of hide-and-seek should be over." Ying Zheng stood up slowly with one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers: "It's been a few days, haven't I played enough? I'm already getting bored."

Ying Zheng raised his legs and walked towards the people in different clothes. He walked leisurely, but every step he took seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the people.

"Flower sellers, candy sellers, amusement parks, cafes, and Stark Industries staff." Ying Zheng's eyes were cold: "Where do you get the confidence that I won't recognize you?" ? Even if you change your clothes and change your appearance, isn’t your soul still the same as before?”

"I don't know who you are, but you are bothering others." Ying Zheng stood still, raised his arms and pointed in the direction of several people: "How about a quick battle?"

Several people looked at each other, and immediately ran in all directions, trying to climb over the walls on both sides.

However, just as they were climbing up the masonry, a sudden gust of wind directly knocked them to the ground heavily.Even though he was enduring the severe pain and tried to cum again, he was just thrown to the ground again.

Ying Zheng lowered his arms and walked towards the people who were lying on the ground in disorder: "I've changed my mind."

He bent down slightly, stretched out his hand to grab the office worker's collar and pulled it up, staring into those fearful eyes.

"I wanted to end it quickly, but I'd better ask—are you sent by the military?"

The office worker looked at the young man who was close at hand in fear, and he opened his mouth, planning to say something.

However, at this moment, Ying Zheng suddenly caught a tiny sound.He suddenly turned his head and looked sharply at the building not far behind him.

Before the office worker could react, Ying Zheng had already grabbed him by the collar and swung him towards the building, then quickly turned sideways slightly.

"call out!"

An armor-piercing projectile grazed the office worker's arm, deviated slightly from the original direction, passed Ying Zheng, and hit the building behind him.

"boom!"

The explosion was deafening.

In the light of the fire, Yingzheng stepped on the ground and shot away quickly. With the help of the pedal formed by the wall and the wind, he avoided several armor-piercing bullets and rushed straight to the direction of launch.

The slender boy jumped lightly in the air and landed firmly on the roof of the building.

The sniper only feels that his eyes are dazzled, and he can no longer find the target in the scope.

Suddenly, the intuition formed by years of experience gave him a chill, and he immediately prepared to raise his gun and turn over to aim at the person behind him.

However, before the sniper could move, Ying Zheng had already raised his foot and pressed his head heavily to the ground.At the same time, he snatched the firearm from his hand, his slender fingers moved quickly, within a few seconds.The precision firearms have been disassembled into countless tiny parts.

Immediately afterwards, Ying Zheng jumped towards the building next to him non-stop, and pulled out another sniper who was lurking from behind the beam. He kicked the sniper into the wall before he could react. In a matter of seconds, the firearm followed in the footsteps of its companions and was dismantled into countless tiny parts that couldn't be put together.

Then the third, the fourth...

Standing among a group of armed men who had lost their fighting ability, Chief Ying Zheng let out a breath, raised his hand and brushed the sweaty hair on his forehead, then tied up the long hair that was scattered behind him, and walked towards The first sniper he pushed into the floor.

The sniper, whose mind was still buzzing, just tried to raise his head when Ying Zheng kicked him back to the ground, making a loud "Boom!"

"Just keep your head down, bug, you don't have the qualifications to look directly at me."

Ying Zheng bent down slightly and asked him, "You want to kill me?"

The young man smiled slightly, with disdain for the sniper: "There are many people who want to assassinate me, but you are the most rubbish of them - it's really annoying. Is the person who sent you looking down on me? Let a bug like you come to see me."

The sniper struggled with his hands and feet not being stepped on, trying to regain the situation.However, although the young man was slender, the power he brought was as heavy as a mountain, making it impossible for the sniper to fight back.

Ying Zheng twitched the corners of his lips, as if he was smiling.

Laugh at the naivety of snipers.

"Offending Emperor Wei, do you still want to live?"

……

Tony was still in the lab waiting for Ying Zheng, who had gone out to play, to come back to class, when he suddenly received an alarm from the AI ​​steward.

He only had a quick glance at the screen sent back by the monitor, and immediately armed himself with a steel armor and flew to Ying Zheng's location.

However, when he arrived, he saw that the scene had been tightly sealed by agents in suits and sunglasses.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? What are you doing here?" Tony saw the agent he knew, and was about to ask in doubt, but suddenly thought of something, and his face sank immediately: "Is it Ying Zheng you attacked?"

The gentle Mr. Agent was about to speak, but was interrupted to answer.

"Tony." Natasha appeared behind the cordon and waved to him: "Come here, and I will explain the specific situation to you in detail."

Tony descended from the sky with a sulky face, opened the temporary anti-eavesdropping tent and walked in. He saw the worried boy sitting aside with a cold face, and beside him was a one-eyed bald man in a leather jacket with an anxious expression and hesitant to speak.

"Tony." When he saw Tony coming in, Ying Zheng's face turned cloudy, and he obediently raised his hand to greet him.

Tony immediately stepped forward to check around, and he was relieved to see that Ying Zheng was not injured: "God! It's fine."

"Tony, listen to me, this time it's really not our S.H.I.E.L.D...." Commissioner Fury, who had a deep understanding of Tony's character, spoke first before Tony opened his mouth.

However, the lethality of Ying Zheng next to him was ignored.

"Tony, this uncle sent someone to follow me."

Tony frowned immediately: "Huh? I knew it! You bald-headed bastard will never do good things!"

Chief Fury's face darkened: "Please call me Fury..."

"You even attacked Ying Zheng!"

Director Fury said angrily: "It's not our S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Ying Zheng looked at the two who were quarreling, his light golden eyes were stained with cunning.

Natasha, who watched the whole process outside the door, sighed, walked over and handed the milk to him: "The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is actually a good person, but sometimes he is too obsessed with his position. Don't you like him so much? "

Ying Zheng took apart the straw, hugged the milk and watched the quarrel between the two over there, and smiled.