The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Although Steve still hasn't figured out what's going on.

But there is something more in my mind.

An obscure and mysterious mark appeared in my mind, and as soon as I thought about it, something in my mind was triggered.

The inner runes of the vibranium shield glowed slightly, and red energy attached to the shield in the next second.

"Om!!"

The shield is suspended in the air, leaving the palm of the hand and floating up and down in the air.

Although there was nothing connected between the hand and the shield, Steve felt a natural feeling like the movement of an arm.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the entire shield flew out and smashed into the wall on one side.

With this blow, Steve felt his body suddenly become a little weaker.

"what happened?"

"You haven't learned the secret of our Elden church. Using such magic will consume your energy and energy."

After Klein said all this, he didn't give Steve a detailed explanation, and then said: "Late is also fate. It's a coincidence that you met me, but I still have things to do today. We are destined to meet again!"

Steve took off his shield and looked at the 'King of Elden' whose figure was dim and gradually disappeared into the smoke. He was also a little confused.

Steve murmured: "The black-armored knight just now, he seemed to have said that Pierce sent him to kill me... Could Pierce be Hydra?"

After this lesson, Steve did not immediately call Fury to report.

He knew that the reported phone call would definitely be backed up by the bureau's recording. If Pierce was really a member of Hydra, submitting the recording himself might lead to even greater murders.

"I must be careful!"

Holding the shield in his hand, Steve felt for the first time that he was not strong enough.

If the black-armored knight spent time and at most paid the price of minor injuries, he could kill him.

"King of Elden...Ohhe Sword Dance...I need time to digest what happened today..."

Steve looked down the alley, and the piercing siren sounded behind him.

"Do these policemen always happen to be late no matter what time they are?" Steve shook his head helplessly.

.......

New York, Brooklyn neighborhood, Port 116.

More than a dozen new-model freight trucks drove into the "Cthulhu Resource Recycling Company".

Several senior company leaders, including Curtis and Klein, were standing in the factory.

Curtis stood at the door, directing the car to drive in: "Johnny, you guys, please park the car a little bit, don't block Jon and the others! Be careful, this car contains scientific instruments, and if it breaks, it is also a scientific instrument. It might sell for a lot of money!”

"That car contained antiques. If it hadn't been for a big war, these fragments wouldn't have fallen into the hands of our disposal company!"

Soon everyone started unloading the goods.

They are a resource recovery company, not a garbage collection company.

What is recycled is also some of the more precious items. Of course, sometimes there is not so much fighting, and there are not so many good things to recycle.

So I went around and cheated, got some antique calligraphy and paintings, and pretended to be a comic book dealer.

"Lorna, go help." Klein said softly.

Lorna, who was sitting on the chair with her legs crossed, pursed her lips. She put on her canvas shoes and pulled the wrinkles on her high-elastic jeans, rubbed her sore back, and then stretched.

"Ah...huh..."

"Stay back, Lorna is about to use her superpowers!"

Several company backbones shouted.

"Tch, is it necessary?" Lorna put her hands on her waist and rolled her eyes at those people.

Lorna walked to the spacious factory dam, looked at the pile of metal products around her, took a deep breath, and then slowly raised her hand.

A green light bloomed in his hand, and more than ten tons of metal floated directly into the air.

The metal products wrapped in green energy slowly floated into the air, and then continued to separate under Lorna's control.

"Throw ordinary metals on the left, and put rare metals in the carriage on the right!" Curtis said.

Lorna gritted her teeth. It was obvious that controlling these more than ten tons of items was still a bit difficult for her now.

"There are quite a lot of requirements!"

Lorna gritted her teeth and spoke word by word.

With a wave of his hand, the magnetic field energy began to become unstable, such as high-end abandoned bicycles, sports car engines, and exquisite iron sculptures... they were all placed into the open space on one side, causing the ground to tremble.

After feeling much more relaxed, Lorna also breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm so exhausted..." Lorna sensed these rare metals with different densities, such as gold or silver.

A few seconds later, items floated into the trunk of the car on one side.

Another 5 minutes passed before the rare metals were completely taken out.

The remaining pile of scrap metal in the air was thrown aside by her.

"Bah, bang, bang!" Klein's clapping sounded.

"You have the nerve to clap, but you insist on me lifting the items up and sorting them again every time! This is very laborious!" Lorna pouted slightly, expressing her dissatisfaction.

"It was difficult for you to lift hundreds of kilograms of things at first, but now you can lift a truck in a short time. This is progress. You need to constantly polish your strength to become stronger."

Klein stepped forward, and other company members also began to work on their own.

The average dividend last month reached 7 US dollars, which greatly stimulated the enthusiasm of this group of guys.

After enjoying Lorna's superpower performance, they consciously returned to their posts and started busy working.

"What is this?" There is a piece of metal on the ground that has not been classified.

"This metal is a bit strange. When I try to control it, it has a special magnetic field that can offset a large part of my power output."

"Strange metal?"

Klein knelt down and picked up the piece of metal that looked charred.

After a simple inspection, something was wrong.

"The weight is wrong...."

As soon as he exerted force with his palm, he shook with great force, causing the black substance on the metal surface to scatter.

The silver metal ingot inside was exposed.

"Are you so strong that you broke this metal in one go?" Lorna asked as she poked her head.

"The outer metal is a disguise, but the inner part is the real owner!"

“There’s writing on the metal!!”

Following the direction of Lorna's finger, she saw a line of name "Ulysses Crow" written with special paint.

"Curtis!!" Klein shouted.

Curtis, who was busy packing his things, heard Klein's call, stopped what he was doing, and asked: "Boss, what's wrong?"

"This piece of silver iron, no, who got this black lump!!"

"it's me!"

The stupid Deadpool ran over.

"You? Aren't you just responsible for safety here? When did you go out to collect waste?" Klein asked.

Deadpool shook his head: "I didn't go out to collect it, because I was too bored last night. When I was defecating at the port, someone happened to be swimming in the water.

I put it in someone's mouth, and he got up and wanted to hit me.Then I tried to persuade him to calm down..."

Klein had a bad feeling.

"and then?"

"It was fine at first, but it turned out that my diarrhea was very loose. There were yellow mashed potatoes floating in the water, and a group of people emerged from the water..."

Klein looked at the port location and asked, "Where are they?"

"Oh, I don't take the initiative to kill people, but they wanted to shoot me, just hit me, and they also wanted to blow up the surrounding area with bombs. I was worried about affecting the company, so I killed them all..."

"......"