Binglin Comics

Thanks to the help of Hydra personnel lurking within SHIELD, all of Dr. Selvig's research information on the Cosmic Cube was stolen and sent to the base.

Based on this research information, Dr. List followed suit and used the energy extracted from the scepter gem to produce a batch of alien weapons within two days.

Today is the time to accept the results.

Early in the morning, Liszt came to the laboratory and used hair oil to tidy up his hair that was not lush.

Seeing Baron Strucker walking in with his hands behind his back, Liszt immediately went up to him and forced a smile: "Sir, you can test fire."

Straker nodded to the guard behind him, who understood and went up to pick up the weapon.

He didn't have to do things like test-firing weapons that could explode and be dangerous.

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A bright blue light shot out from the barrel of the alien weapon and penetrated the steel plate used for testing.

It was more powerful than ordinary firearms, but it still failed to meet Straker's requirements. He shook his head: "It's far from enough, doctor. What I need is the ability to face the entire army without fear."

"With all due respect, Mr. Strucker." Dr. Lister held his hands and explained: "Since we had the scepter, we have achieved remarkable results, but to get the kind of progress you want, We have to experiment on living people.”

"Living people" Baron Strucker snorted coldly: "Do you think we lack that kind of thing? There are so many people marching on Doctor Street, you can just grab some volunteers as cannon fodder. If you are attacked by that ridiculous humanity If you are not bound by doctrine, you can submit paid volunteers."

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Strack." Dr. List lowered his head, glanced at him, turned around, and walked out of the base with a group of soldiers.

The matter of experiments on living subjects must be dealt with immediately.

You know, this Baron's patience has never been very good.

Taking to the streets, demonstrations by the people of Sokovia were everywhere.

The content generally calls for peace and opposes violence.

Dr. List stared at these banners and felt a little funny.

In the face of interests, peace is just an illusion for the people. What is the use of just appealing?

Seeing the soldiers appear, the crowd in the march became louder, begging and shouting for everything.

Dr. List tilted his head slightly. The soldiers behind him understood and directly pulled the bolt and fired into the sky.

Da da da.

The roar of gunfire still echoed in the buildings, and the group of marching people fell silent for an instant.

"To be honest, you shouldn't expect the government to protect your rights and interests. What you should really count on is yourselves." Dr. List adjusted his black tie: "I can provide you with tools to resist tyranny, but the premise is, You would like to volunteer."

"We don't need tools." Pietro, unshaven and with silver hair, stood at the front of the parade and rebutted Dr. Lister in English: "We just want to keep war and artillery fire away from our streets."

"This is not a tool." Lister smiled and looked at the angry people in the parade, as if he were looking at white mice used for experiments: "I can provide you with an ability, just like, well, Iron Man, Or something similar to the Avengers, so that you can defend your homeland."

"Liar" Wanda, who was wearing red leather and had blond hair, yelled angrily.

"Oh, this beautiful lady, I am telling the truth." Liszt stared at Wanda and responded: "If you want to have a better future, you can come to me as a volunteer. Of course, As volunteers, having enough food for the day is the minimum respect. If the experiment is successful, you may become a pioneer in protecting our homeland."

After saying that, Dr. Lister turned around and said: "If you are willing to be a volunteer, please come to the front to register."

He deliberately skipped introducing the consequences of a failed experiment.

In Sokovia, where life is like straw and food is scarce.

It is nobler to die for experiments than to die of starvation.

After Liszt left, there was a lot of chatter among the marchers, considering whether to become volunteers.

Seeing her brother Pietro take two steps forward, Wanda took his arm and said, "You really want to go."

"Of course, sister." Pietro stared into Wanda's eyes: "Do you remember the Iceman press conference? His words made me think about it. We are neither knife-wielders nor knives. You also saw it, Just appealing is useless. If you want to change the status quo, you can only first become an extremely sharp knife."

Wanda was silent for a moment and looked at Pietro: "Then I'll go too."

"No, sister." Pietro pressed Wanda's shoulders: "I can't let you take this risk."

"What did you say?" Wanda held Pietro's face with one hand, feeling a little emotional: "As a sister, how can I let you take this risk alone? Didn't you agree that we will share the same responsibility when it comes to difficulties?"

Pietro pursed his lips and his eyes became firm: "Okay, we will share the same responsibility."

After the two signed up, they were taken to the base by Smith and other guards, and were even received by Dr. Lister.

"I really didn't expect so many volunteers to sign up. It seems that the temptation of bread is quite big." Liszt laughed at himself, looked at the information filled in by the two people, and nodded: "They are actually twins. That's great, you guys But the only twins among these volunteers."

"What's wrong with the twins?" Pietro stood in front of Wanda, guarding her behind him vigilantly.

"Relax, kid." Liszt shrugged: "The test results of the twins will be more valuable to my research. Who knows what abilities that thing will release in your body?"

"Release" Wanda and Pietro looked at each other and at the same time looked at the scepter in the center of the laboratory.

At the same time, the White House in Washington, USA.

After Stark conducted a large-scale cleanup of his Fisk Corporation, Captain America Rogers left Agent Barton's safe house and returned to his old life.

Rogers' first love Carter is still in England, and he hasn't decided yet whether he should go to see her.

Faced with the energy in his body that has nowhere to be released every day, Rogers, who is upright by nature, will not commit suicide or pay bills.

I just run and play sandbags every day to vent a little bit.

While jogging this morning, Rogers met a fellow runner, Sam Wilson, a retired soldier from the 58th Airborne Rescue Division.

No matter what his experience was, the two of them got along very well.

While chatting happily, Rogers' cell phone rang.

I pulled it out and saw that it was a message from Agent Romanoff.

He had no choice but to apologize to Sam: "Okay, Sam, it's time for me to go to work. Thank you for running with me."

Sam didn't force him to stay, he smiled and showed his white teeth: "If you come to the veterans' department someday, remember to tell me in advance."

"Okay, I remember."

Romanov drove a modified sports car to the side of the road and rolled down the window: "Hey, man."

Rogers responded, opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat.

Beauty, sports car.

Sam looked at Rogers with envy, this guy was simply a winner in life.

The sports car started and drove forward. Romanov held the steering wheel and asked, "You really don't want to go to this party?"

After the Fisk organization was liquidated, Stark and Chen Hao took the lead in inviting Avengers members who are still on Earth to have a meeting.

"Forget it." Rogers shook his head: "I'm not very comfortable with that kind of situation."

In fact, the reason why Rogers didn't attend the party was simple. He didn't want to face Stark's foul mouth.

A person with a eloquent tongue can't speak well, so he will only ask for trouble.

"What about you?" Rogers asked, tilting his head.

"Go, go as soon as this mission is over." Romanov felt that there was nothing to hide: "I also had a personal assistant position at Haotian Technology, so it's time to resign."

"Very good." Rogers nodded and stopped talking.