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"Happy!" Stark's angry voice sounded.

"Who is it? Who is talking?" Happy looked around in panic, then turned to Pepper and said:

"Pepper, you may not believe this, but I just heard Mr. Stark's voice...

If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Stark has passed away, and just now, it was his ghost who gave us a hint.

Oh my God!

Happy's face turned pale, his eyes were determined as if he was joining the party, and he said loudly:

"Don't worry, Mr. Tony Stark. I will take good care of Pepper and help you get revenge!"

"Happy!" Stark was so angry that his eyes went dark. He wanted to fly over from the back row and punch Happy. He said angrily:

"You really should go to the hospital to have your brain checked out!"

Listening to the familiar voice and tone coming out of Stark's mouth, coupled with the clothes and hairstyle, Happy looked more and more familiar, and he began to panic at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What! This is impossible! Mr. Stark! You are really Mr. Stark!

Oh~ sorry~, I never expected that you would look so young, handsome, and tender after shaving your beard, so much so that I couldn't recognize you at all.

My God! You are like a completely different person. "

Looks gay.

Of course, Happy didn't say this.

"Stop talking nonsense, Happy!

I will order a thorough psychiatric examination for you.

But now, right now, hand me my suitcase right now."

"Okay, Mr. Stark."

Driving one-handed, Happy hurriedly took action.

Taking the suitcase from Pepper, feeling the heavy weight, Happy unbuckled his seat belt and let Pepper help him steer. He then opened the car door and took a few deep breaths before holding the suitcase and struggling to hand it to Stark.

Gritting his teeth, Stark unbuckled his seat belt and leaned half of his body out of the car door.

The two cars were driving at a very fast speed, and the ground rapidly passing by them was like a rolling grinding wheel.

A pen slipped from Stark's pocket and was instantly caught in the wheel and crushed into pieces.

The strong wind blew up the sand and dust, bombarding the two men like bullets.

Stark was sure that if he made a mistake and fell to the ground, he would be rolled under the car like the pen, and the police would only be able to collect his bloody body on the road.

The thoughts in his mind were chaotic, but Stark moved quickly, and his palm touched the edge of the suitcase accurately.

The two men staggered in the speeding car, trying to move the suitcase in an extremely dangerous way.

"How's it going, Mr. Stark?"

"Not even close. Also, Happy, you really should lose weight."

Happy's body seemed to be stuck in the car, with his head tilted and he couldn't even bend his waist. It was all thanks to Stark who risked his life.

Turning the steering wheel, Pepper looked more nervous than the other two.

"Be careful! This is too dangerous. I can't control myself!"

Every tiny deviation of the two cars would make the scene even more thrilling.

Just when he was about to be caught, Carter made a sharp turn to avoid a slow-moving car. Stark quickly stood up and supported the edge of the door frame with his palm, thus preventing the other party's taillights from hitting his face.

Stark secretly rejoiced and glanced to the side subconsciously.

"Fake!"

Looking at the fuel tank cap right next to him, Stark couldn't help but curse.

You know what, at this distance, he found that sucking gasoline was much easier than performing acrobatics here.

"Mr. Stark! Hurry—" Happy approached again.

To suck gasoline now? Stark couldn't bring himself to do that, and since he was already here...

Gritting his teeth, Stark stuck his legs on the seat in the car, leaned forward and hugged the suitcase tightly with both hands, almost falling out of the car.

Seeing this dangerous scene, Pepper let out a cry of surprise and tried her best to cooperate with Happy.

"Are you ready, Mr. Stark? I can't hold on any longer." Happy shouted loudly with a flushed face in the strong wind.

"Okay!" Holding the suitcase tightly, Stark nodded vigorously.

"what--"

Seeing the calf in front of her, Pepper screamed and quickly turned the steering wheel, and Happy also let go of his hand immediately.

The briefcase in his hand sank and hit the ground heavily, creating a series of sparks as it rubbed against the concrete floor. Stark held the briefcase tightly, and used his legs, waist and abdomen to pull himself back.

After many hardships, Stark finally got his own battle suit.

Stark returned to the carriage with the suitcase in his arms, his lips curled up.

Although he hadn't put on his battle suit yet, Stark felt peace in his heart just by holding her.

He raised his hand and pressed the button on the briefcase. The activated briefcase quickly transformed, inviting Stark to put it on, and Stark immediately equipped himself with the hand armor.

Flames shot out from his palms, burning a big hole in the roof of the car. Stark then stepped on the briefcase, opened his arms, leaned out of the car, and then the iron armor climbed and attached itself.

At the same time, the car driven by Carter became slower and slower until it stopped on the side of the road.

Facing Stark's questioning look at the last moment before the facial armor was attached, Carter said awkwardly:

"Hehehe...um, the car is out of gas."

Although Carter's car stopped, Nick's car was still running. On the other side, Steve, who suddenly lost contact with Nick, also took action.

His mind echoed with his last conversation with Nick.

"Nick Fury, is this all you have to tell lies?"

Nick's cold voice sounded from the other side of the phone:

"I didn't lie. I just arranged the latest mission for Natasha, Coulson and the others. They don't need to be involved in all this..."

"Soldiers need to trust each other, and the army also relies on trust..."

Nick said with a cold expression:

"The last time I trusted someone, the price I paid was the loss of an eye. Agents never trust anything except their own eyes.

Natasha, they will understand me, and all you need to do is follow my orders."

Steve was still pondering the decision in his mind, but a different voice came from Nick.

"Why, you want to see my driver's license?"

Before Steve could ask in detail, there was a loud noise, followed by a busy tone on Nick's phone, and then Nick's phone could no longer be reached.

There is no doubt that Nick must have been in danger, and there are not many people in the United States who can take action against the director of SHIELD, and Alexander, whom Nick asked him to investigate, is one of them.

Carrying the shield on his back, Steve walked into the lobby of the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. His eyes quickly swept over everyone and soon he stood in front of the elevator.

Ward, who was waiting for the elevator again, was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and greeted Steve in a friendly manner:

"How are you, Captain? Are you busy saving the world again?"

"Not bad. How about you? I saw your ad. You look really cool."

Ward's expression froze slightly, and then he and Steve walked into the elevator.

For some reason, as soon as he entered the elevator, a different atmosphere began to spread. Steve clenched his fists, his eyes were cold, and his gaze was fixed on Ward.

Steve is just a soldier. What he is best at is never thinking, but fighting and following orders.

He exposes all conspiracies in his own way.

Although Nick said that Ward was one of their own and it was Ward who reported Sitwell and Rumlow, Steve's intuition told him that Ward also had problems.

After thinking for a moment, Steve opened his mouth with a grim look in his eyes.

"Do you want to...prostitute me?" Ward asked with the same vigilance.

He didn't know if it was influenced by Charlotte's script, but he always felt that Captain America was abnormal today. He looked gay and kept looking at him with a lustful look, which made Ward feel uncomfortable.

Steve froze in his tracks. He paused for a moment before answering:

"NOPE~"

"Oh yeah~" Ward touched his nose and shrugged, his face full of embarrassment:

“Okay, I was just joking actually.

Why, Captain, do you need my help? I can provide you with any help. "

Ward also paused, realizing the ambiguity in his words and added:

"Except whoring me, of course."

Steve's momentum, which had been building up for a long time, suddenly disappeared. He couldn't help scratching the back of his hand, standing in the elevator confused, feeling like he didn't know what to do now.

Just at this moment, the elevator door opened again, and Sitwell walked in with several agents.

When they saw Steve, they were also stunned for a moment, but they didn't react too much. They just greeted Steve in a friendly manner.

Hydra!

After a brief eye contact with Sitwell, Steve instantly confirmed Sitwell's identity based on his intuition.

Sure enough, the guy named Cage did not lie to him. With his resurgence, the Hydra that had been hiding became restless again. They had already secretly lurked in the body of his biggest opponent, using someone else's power to take his place.

Every agent has his own intuition, and feeling the increasingly heavy atmosphere, Sitwell's bald head felt numb.

God knows, he was just going to the cafeteria to have lunch, why did Steve want to fight to the death for no reason?

After hesitating for a moment, Sitwell approached Ward, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and opened his mouth to ask quietly...

"Why? You want to whore me too?"

One sentence made the elevator silent.

At the same time, Ward, who had planned it in advance, suddenly attacked, suddenly turned on the electric baton inserted in his waist, and stabbed Steve's butt from the blind spot of his vision.

After a brief moment of confusion, although Steve did not expect that Ward had been trying to distract him, his rich combat experience still allowed him to react.

Steve turned around suddenly, grabbed Ward's hand, and said coldly:

“Okay, you’re all Hydra, right?

Anyone else want to leave before we start a fight?"

Sitwell stopped the elevator with his elbow, and his hands suddenly burned with pink magic flames as he rushed towards Steve, shouting:

"Hail hydra!"

The punch hit Steve's shield, and the spreading flames quickly spread in the elevator.

Steve really didn't expect Sitwell to have such strength, so he slowly moved the shield in front of him and said in a firm voice:

"I can fight you all day long..."

However, Steve's expression froze again. He stared at a group of big men in belly-baring tops, miniskirts, colorful long hair, and white gloves surrounding him.

fighting?

Fortunately Steve didn't spit it out directly.

This scene is so eye-catching!

A strong man took this opportunity to strangle Steve's neck with his arms from behind. Ward also rushed forward and hugged Steve's thighs. Everyone worked together to lift Steve into the air.

Feeling the big man behind him stuffing his head into his armpit hair, the strong stench made Steve, who was struggling with gritted teeth, almost vomit out the overnight meal.

They are really a group of handsome magical boys, and they all use magic attacks!

"what--"

Steve struggled hard and all his potential was stimulated. Even when he was fighting the Red Skull, he had never tried so hard.

God knows what they would do to themselves if they were really tied up by these transvestites.

Steve couldn't imagine it.

He kicked the black stockings of a Snake Shield member, swung out his left hand, grabbed the ribbon tied around the other person's neck, and pulled it hard.

A spinning kick hit Ward in the chest, and then a shoulder throw threw the big man with bare arms and armpit hair behind him onto Sitwell.

Before Steve could catch his breath, Ward pounced on him again and stabbed Steve in the lower back with his cute pink stun gun.

Familiar feeling, familiar taste.

Feeling tingling all over his body, Steve endured the pain and punched Ward hard on the nose.

After taking Ward's electric baton, Steve's fighting power was further strengthened.

This time, no one was his match. Under the stimulation of the electric baton, everyone showed their true colors.

Looking at the corpses lying all over the elevator, Steve kicked up the shield on the ground, caught it steadily, raised his hand and pressed the button to restart the elevator, allowing the elevator to drive to the floor he wanted to go.

Before, the moment he entered the elevator, he used the device Nick gave him to change the surveillance footage.

So now he must investigate everything as quickly as possible before Hydra finds out.

Rubbing his aching lower back, Steve destroyed the elevator with a shield after the elevator door opened. Looking at the stuck elevator, Steve closed the elevator door with force and ran forward.

"Hey Captain, what are you doing here?"

Just a few steps away, Steve ran into the person he least wanted to run into.

Crossbones, Brock Rumlow.

Looking at the scars on Steve's face, Rumlow's eyes flickered slightly, and he stepped forward and asked with concern:

"Captain, what's wrong with you?"

"Hey~ Rumlow, I need your help now." Steve sighed.

Squinting his eyes, Rumlow smiled, "Okay, Captain, I'm happy to serve."

Feeling that different atmosphere again, Steve cursed inwardly and said in a low voice:

"Rumlow, believe me, this is the Secretary-General's request..."

"I don't understand." Rumlow was stunned, obviously not believing it.

At this time, Steve, with a cold expression, put his face close to Rumlow's ear and whispered:

"Hail hydra!"