Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 180 The Fall of the Federation Part Five

The captain set off from the monument to fight all the way, his combat uniform was dusty, his legs were severely worn, and several stars disappeared.

The pure cotton T-shirt inside was wet with sweat and stuck to his body, which made him habitually open his collar to let air in.

The road signs and buildings were completely destroyed, and they were either ratified or chased during the battle, and they didn't remember where they came from at all.

The captain glanced around in a daze...he was lost.

Fortunately, there was still someone on the side of the road. He asked about the location of the White House and trotted all the way with his shield in hand.

After crossing two streets, the immaculate and undamaged white buildings came into view.

Standing in a black suit on the street, his hairline...is very low, black and thick.

But his eyes were strangely black and white.

Of course, the most important thing is that he is carrying a shield in his hand.

"Captain America Steve Rogers, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

When Coulson saw him, a gleam of light flashed in his gray eyes, and he clenched the shield tightly with his left hand.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, Agent Coulson." The captain tapped on the shield, and the meaning was self-evident.

"If you beat me, you will naturally get your shield back."

After Coulson finished speaking, he took the lead in charging. The spiritual scepter changed his loyalty, but did not erase his IQ.

He knew very well that he was definitely inferior to the captain in terms of playing shields.

If you want to win, you must take the initiative. It is best not to give the captain a chance to react.

"boom!"

"Om..."

The two shields collided, and a figure flew back a few meters and hit the wall, leaving a large crack.

It's the captain.

His current shield can't absorb kinetic energy, so he lost in the competition just now.

Before he could stand up, a shield roared towards him. At the critical moment, the captain kicked the wall, moved his body laterally to the left, rolled over and stood up after dodging the attack.

"呲-"

The shield cut into the wall half a foot deep, and the incision was smooth and even.

Coulson stepped forward and pulled out the shield and put it on his left hand. He breathed steadily and looked as usual, and once again set his sights on the captain.

In front of the White House, Rocky watched the two shield men fight with great interest.

Fu Rui and others were also secretly watching the duel through satellites.

Is it a new generation replacing the old ones, or the old ones growing stronger.

There was no temptation, which changed the captain's mentality.

He stepped closer to Coulson, looked around to find the angle of attack from the corner of his eye, and exclaimed: "The shield is well played, and it is at my level back then."

"It's too good to be true. Ever since I got this shield, I've been watching your video back then."

"Oh, how should I say it?"

Coulson curled his lips: "Outdated things, not very good."

While playing lip service, the captain has adjusted his position, and now the two are standing opposite each other, half a meter to the side is the hotel wall.

I don't know who sprayed two mouthfuls of blood on it, forming two blood flowers, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

The captain raised his eyebrows: "Then I'll let you see how powerful old things are."

After he finished speaking, he accelerated violently, his combat boots kicked up countless gravel, and his two long legs stepped out

Coulson relied on the shield to absorb kinetic energy, without any fear, and also accelerated the collision.

Two black shadows approached rapidly, looking like two afterimages from a distance.

Suddenly, the man on the right flicked his arm, and the shield came out of his hand, making a whistling sound.

Coulson sneered, held the shield in front of his eyes, lightly exerted his left arm, and a crisp "Dang" sounded in his ears.

Small tricks, but that's all.

He put down his shield and was about to give the captain a look, when there was a "rumbling" sound in his ears.

"not good!"

He raised the shield again and placed it on top of his head, unexpectedly, the movement was still a little slow, a fist was rapidly enlarged in his eyes, and he easily broke through the defense and hammered it on his forehead.

"when--"

Coulson fell straight in the dark, and the last thought that flashed through his mind was:
"You... are... cheating!"

"call--"

The captain blew his fist and joked: "Young people are still too young, learn more."

He was very happy to win Coulson. It was the first time in so many years that he met a shield player, which made him feel like he had found his organization.

Next time, I finally have a reason to hate those people who use swords and knives.

Of course, it is definitely not something that is scolded as outdated.

absolute.

The captain bent down to pick up the shield, carefully wiped off the dust on the surface, and waved his left glove.

familiar feeling,
Loved it!

He turned and left, took two steps and then turned back, picked up the shield that Lark had given him, and threw it by Coulson's leg.

Everyone is one person, no loss.

The captain brought his old friend to the front of the white building. The Rubik's Cube was placed on the lawn, separated from the outside by a fence.

The captain recognized Loki as the man who was in the town yesterday, and he questioned, "Why did you invade Earth?"

"It's boring. I've lived a comfortable life for a long time. I want to find something exciting. It just so happens that I like to see people howling." Loki said casually.

"What about Lak, does he know your plan?"

"Pfft, do you think there will be a plan for the sudden idea of ​​the gods eating breakfast; just like when you saw an ant on the road, would you lay out a detailed plan on how to kill it?"

The captain frowned, he was most afraid of such sudden incidents in battle.

Because you can never guess what his next move is.

"Then how are you willing to close the portal?"

This question seemed to stump Loki. He looked up at the sky, and after a long time he came back to his senses and shook his head:
"I don't know, maybe I only want Washington, or the Commonwealth, North America, depending on my mood."

After he finished speaking, he leaned back on the chair and returned to the state of indifference.

The captain was furious and was about to go in and trouble Loki, but he didn't expect that just as his hand touched the fence, a blue light flashed and he disappeared in place.

When it reappeared, it had already returned to the monument, and the gap on the right was the gap that Hulk had made.

"Shet! I hate teleportation."

"Shh!"

The golden light flashed, and Lak popped out his small head, curiously asking:

"What happened to the teleportation?"

"...Ahem, I mean it's really convenient to be able to teleport."

"That's right, come in."

On the rooftop, the three of them gathered together.

The captain recounted the conversation with Loki just now, and Lak comforted him with a "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" to comfort him.

Hulk shouldered the mace, staring at the giant Leviathan in the sky with scorching eyes.

He can't wait, ready to compete with them.

Just as they were talking, three Quinjet fighter jets flew from the sky, one of them opened its belly and threw a "can" downward.

At the same time, a pair of battle armor rose from the ground, and the two docked in the air, and the replacement was completed in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, the battle suit ignited a flame, and continued to trouble the Chitauri.

Three Kun-type fighter jets followed behind, serving as air mobile logistics, and by the way, part-time mobile fortresses to provide fire support.

Lak scratched his ears, as if he heard the heartbroken voices of many people.

Inhumane Stark!

The arrival of Stark One opened the second prelude to this war.

A row of black dots on the far horizon is rapidly approaching here, and Lak's excellent eyesight allows him to see the inkjet letters on the fuselage:
"NY SHIELD"

New York Shield.

(End of this chapter)