Marvel Naruto Crusoe

Thinking of the upright Captain America, Zhang Lan suddenly thought of a question that he had always ignored. ???

That is... what would it be like if Captain America and Johnny Human Torch met?

Twins?

In the midst of wild imagination, ten fire trucks roared in and stopped at the edge of the airport. The firefighters on the trucks did not get out of the trucks, and were preparing for the fire trucks, waiting for the first time. to the rescue site.

A moment later, a total of twenty ambulances arrived one after another, and the police sirens sounded uniformly. Vehicles far away heard them and drove their cars to make way.

But the sand truck that Zhang Lan had been waiting for hadn't arrived yet.

Andre from afar ran over again with an anxious look on his face.

"Well, Lan, something went wrong." Andre spoke quickly: "The truck transporting sand was blocked. A bridge passing by the airport was blown up to a width of four meters. The sand truck was stuck on the bridge. Come on, I can’t move for now.”

Hearing this, Zhang Lan immediately realized that this was a warning from Hydra.

Otherwise, no one would block the progress of several sand trucks at this moment.

His brows furrowed tightly.

The airport will be used for forced landing later on, and the underground is also mostly mud, with very few rocks, so there is not much sand to be crushed.

The nearest ones are residential buildings. The amount of sand needed this time is very large. If a hole is opened in the ground, it may cause a partial landslide.

Landslides in residential buildings are no joke. If a building falls down, there will be hundreds of casualties.

Zhang Lan answered Tony's call.

"Tony, the situation is like this... Is there anywhere else where we can get a lot of sand?"

"Wait a moment, let me check." Tony paused for about ten seconds: "Blue, large trucks must strictly register when entering the city of Los Angeles. There are currently eighteen large buildings under construction in Los Angeles. The closest one to here is ...Oh, 'good news,' they're stuck on the bridge, fifteen heavy trucks."

"**! This is really not good news!" Zhang Lan cursed fiercely: "Tony, come down and pick me up. We will rush to the overpass. I hope the crack that was blown up is not big!"

"Ok, ok, am I a driver today?"

Having no time to pay attention to Tony, Zhang Lan created a shadow avatar with a small amount of chakra, and then canceled it immediately, and the Sha avatar who had been on standby on the airliner immediately received the relevant news.

The inside of the airliner is disturbed by electromagnetic waves, and this is the only way to pass the message.

The sand clone asked: "Edie, the situation has changed, how long can we last at most?"

Edie: "The safe fuel level is only enough for 15 minutes. If we want to persist, we must carry out in-flight refueling. Then we can only see how long the engine of the passenger plane can last."

Sand clone: ​​"Why is the motivation so close to the limit? Even if it is an old-fashioned passenger plane, it should take more than this time, right?"

Edie: "This is an incident that the Hydras used to make headlines before, to attract attention."

The sand clone nodded, split into a shadow clone, and then canceled it.

......

Tony came in a hurry, hugged Zhang Lan and took off directly. He didn't even have time to put on the holy clothes. On the way, he received the news of the shadow clone on the passenger plane, and his face became more and more gloomy.

From the very beginning, Hydra had no intention of letting go of the personnel of this passenger plane.

From the "accidental" detachment of the landing gear to the question of motive, they were all designed to attribute the crash to the airline, thereby allowing Zhang Lan to disappear from the world.

Money touches people's hearts. Only then did he realize how tempting his Chakra system is to Hydra.

Iron Man's energy injector is very fast, and the bridge at the accident site is only ten seconds away, and it is very close to the airport, only a 10-minute drive away.

"Tony, I'm sorry, the passenger plane over there is low on fuel, so..."

"Ok, ok, I'll take care of it. You don't need me here anymore, right?" Tony said helplessly.

"Gone......"

"boom!"

Before Zhang Lan could finish a word, Tony had already activated the energy jet and flew straight towards the airport.

The aerial refueling was handed over to Tony. Zhang Lan felt relieved and focused on the broken bridge incident here.

The place Tony chose to stop was in front of the first truck, which was three meters away from the break of the bridge deck. Presumably the driver had not braked in time, and he might have fallen down.

The sea is under the bridge, and the heavy truck fell, and the driver may hardly survive.

Walking forward, Zhang Lan glanced back and saw that the heavy truck behind him was swaying. He must have been caught off guard by the sudden braking and had no time to adjust his position. Several vehicles collided with each other. After counting, there were still thirteen There are fourteen vehicles including the first one...

Fourteen?

Isn't it fifteen?

Zhang Lan was taken aback, and walked quickly to the truck door.

The driver was a big black man. His teeth were very white and he must have a nice smile. He was wearing a set of work clothes full of mud stains. The company logo on his chest had been worn away until there was only a faint mark left. Think about it. This set of work clothes has been with its owner for many years.

The black driver was not in a high mood. When he saw Zhang Lan driving up, he took off his earphones and smiled, but that smile was not much better than crying, and there were still traces of tears in the corners of his eyes.

What made him cry?

The ominous premonition in my heart became deeper and deeper.

"Hello, thank you very much for coming. Don't you have fifteen heavy trucks? Why are there only fourteen now?" Zhang Lan asked politely.

Hearing this, the black driver took a deep breath very excitedly, and didn't say much, but pointed to the crack in the bridge in front of the heavy truck.

Needless to say, I understand.

"I'm really sorry." Zhang Lan felt quite uncomfortable: "But, I still want to ask now, is there a way for you to contact the drivers behind you, I have something to say."

The black driver still did not answer, and pointed to the mobile phone at the front of the car. Zhang Lan looked at it. The screen of the mobile phone was overlooking a heavy truck. Through the window, a teenager could be seen looking at the mobile phone screen at the corner of the heavy truck. The driver's seat was a black driver in shabby work clothes.

This is Zhang Lan's live broadcast.

On the live broadcast screen, Zhang Lan could still see a few barrages passing by, which were newly developed functions by Tony and the others, and they read -

"It was the convoy organized by the two brothers, who led the way."

"Lan, he's dumb and his vocal cords are damaged."

"Zhang, it was his brother who fell."

......

These bullet screens hit Zhang Lan's softness deep in his heart, and his eyes turned red uncontrollably.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Lan turned to look at the black driver:

"You mean, are all heavy truck drivers watching the live broadcast?"

The black driver nodded affirmatively.

Seeing this, Zhang Lan first withdrew from the cockpit, took off the gourd at his waist and threw it into the last heavy truck, walked to the crack of the bridge, bowed deeply, got up after three seconds, and then turned to the black driver. , facing him, facing the remaining [-] heavy trucks, bowed deeply, and it took a full three seconds to straighten up.

Zhang Lanlang said, his voice was very loud, and he was roaring with all his strength.

"I'm sorry, but now is not the time to be sad. There are nearly 400 people waiting for me above the airport. Waiting for you, let's save them together. I will build a bridge made of sand later. It cannot be used. My life guarantees that there will be no problems. Now, heavy trucks that dare to pass through my sand bridge, please move your vehicles."

As Zhang Lan finished speaking, the black driver of the first car turned the key without hesitation, and the engine of the heavy truck sounded a low and powerful roar, roaring on behalf of its owner.

After the black driver roared first, he was followed by the second, third, fourth... until the final No. 14.

All of a sudden, these [-] heavy-duty trucks sang the roar of their workers. Through Zhang Lan's live broadcast, they showed the bravery and passion of the workers to thousands of people in front of the Internet.