American comics: From the old Uncle Wolf, he becomes omniscient and omnipotent

In the wind-swept port terminal, SHIELD task forces surrounded them from both sides, with the red dots of their rifles aimed at the foreheads of the guards in the middle.

"I warn you again, please put down your weapons!"

Steve shouted in a deep voice.

"Captain, stop talking nonsense to them, these guys are desperadoes."

Suddenly, a woman walked out from the side. She was wearing tight clothes that perfectly displayed her plump curves. While raising the gun and pulling the trigger, she shouted: "Shoot!"

"Hey!"

Before Steve could persuade him, the task force members around him pulled the triggers and fired wildly at the guard in the middle below.

In desperation, he frowned and raised his shield to block the enemy's counterattack. The bullet hit the shield and bounced off the shrapnel, making a crisp sound. With the help of his few sights, he rushed towards several guards and Knock it over and hit them on the head with your fist.

Under a hail of bullets and Steve's impact, the guard group of more than a dozen people was wiped out, and the smell of gunpowder in the air was dissipated with the raging sea breeze.

"Natasha, what were you doing just now? We have a chance to do this better!"

Steve looked at Natasha behind him dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry Captain."

Natasha shrugged and said, "But I'm just doing what I need to do. The people in the ability broker company are not nice people. This is the best way to deal with them."

"I understand, but what I'm saying is that it might be better to keep them, maybe they can bring more useful information."

Steve looked at the corpses everywhere and took a deep breath. The cold sea breeze penetrated into his nose, which seemed a bit irritating.

"Go and open the container."

Natasha gave him a look and motioned for the task force to step forward and open the container.

Soon, I found a conspicuous suitcase in the open container. It was placed in the middle and had a layer of glass on the outside.

"This is their stuff."

Steve stepped forward and knocked on the glass, "It's bulletproof. What's in it?"

Natasha shook her head and said, "I don't know."

"You're a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."

Steve looked at the task force that cracked the glass cabinet and said, "I thought they trusted you."

"I know what I just did is not in line with your original tactical concept, but there is no need for you to mock me."

Natasha couldn't help laughing, with a charming smile on her lips, "Tony is right, you are such an old timer."

Steve was silent for a while, saw the suitcase being taken out, and said, "Take your things back to the car, we're going back to the headquarters now."

He said, pressing the communicator, "The mission has been completed, the goods are not damaged, it's over."

"Please protect the goods, over."

boom!

Just as Steve said this, he lifted his legs and walked to the door of the container. Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky. Directly in front of him, the task force member who was holding the suitcase was overturned. He lifted the suitcase and climbed onto the container again.

The whole process went smoothly, and there was no reaction from the surrounding task force members. They were all elites selected by SHIELD.

Even Steve almost didn't react. He only saw a black shadow swooping down and quickly climbing onto the container.

He quickly ran out of the container and looked up. The black shadow disappeared above him. He quickly climbed up and said, "Hurry up and let people block the port. The goods have been robbed!"

Natasha looked at the fainted task force members on the ground and noticed that the fallen rifle was broken, "Do you need help?"

"You wait here! I can deal with him!"

After saying that, Steve had disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Were you sleepwalking just now? Why didn't you shoot?"

Natasha then looked at the other members. She didn't believe that the task force trained by SHIELD had no reaction in that situation.

"We didn't hear any noise or see anyone just now. When the captain climbed up, we saw him fall."

Someone innocently pointed at the unconscious comrades on the ground. It was not that they didn't respond, but that they didn't notice anything at all.

"strangeness."

Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly and looked in the direction Steve was chasing.

On the port container in the dim dusk, two figures were chasing each other one after another. Steve behind him was panting, striding across the container a few meters away, his eyes locked on the figure in front of him, wearing a sweatshirt and a mask. ,"stop!"

Rojo ignored Steve and continued running in one direction, but he did not use all his strength, but deliberately left a distance for Steve to catch up, and he quickly ran to the end of the container in this area.

Only then did he stop.

"Stand there, don't move!"

Steve glanced at the height of about ten meters below, gasped, and said, "Put down the box in your hand first. I don't want to use violence to solve the problem."

"I didn't want to run away, I just wanted to change places and chat with you. There were a lot of people before."

With that said, Rojo put the suitcase at his feet, "But if you want the suitcase, you have to convince me first."

"Calm down, it won't do you any good. Those SHIELD guys below are not as easy to talk to as I am."

Steve raised his hand and said comfortingly, "You should think about your family and friends. They don't want to see a cold body."

Rojo laughed and said, "Steve, you're a good man, but you're not a good fighter."

Steve was silent for a moment and said: "Maybe, but I participated in World War II, defeated fascism and Hydra, and saved countless people."

He frowned again, realizing that he didn't seem to need to say this to the enemy, but why did he say it inexplicably.

"Yes, you have indeed done a lot and saved the world, there is no doubt about it. Moreover, you do not like to use violence to solve problems. You firmly believe that every life has value and everyone has the potential to change. You understand that violence only begets more violence, hate only begets more hate, and death only begets more death.”

When Rojo heard Steve's words, he knew that he had fallen into a trap created by telepathy, and said unhurriedly: "But has what you want really come true?"

"I"

Steve was speechless and fell into silence again, because the other person meant every word he said to his heart.

"The goal you pursued did not come true, right? You longed to rid the world of pain and sorrow and transform it into a place full of peace and hope. You strived to allow everyone to enjoy freedom and dignity without any form of deprivation. You dream that everyone can realize their dreams without any restrictions or interference. However, these wishes seem very far away, almost unrealistic, and the reality does not even see the beginning of your wishes.”

Rojo said.

"I"

Steve frowned, realizing that he was being led astray, but he couldn't help but say: "I'm not warlike, and I'm not a good fighter, but I won the New York War, and I'm trying my best to make everything go as I want. direction of development.”