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"Get out of the way! Captain."

As if playing back in slow motion, Steve suddenly felt that the energy in his body had been emptied, and the green energy body in front of him was close at hand, and his pupils shrank reflexively.

"Pietro."

The attack was in front of him, but Steve felt that there was a lot of force under his feet.A gust of wind blew through, and Pietro escaped the attack in embarrassment with the captain in his arms.

"You're so heavy." Pietro complained hastily, being crushed by Steve, "Can you get up?"

"I don't think so." Steve, who had no strength in his body, replied weakly and intermittently.

Isaac passively singled out the swarming Avengers, Christine pulled Rumlow to go in the direction of Steve, and slipped something to Sherlock secretly when passing by.

Walking up to the two of them, he looked at their weird and eye-catching postures.Rumlow stretched out his foot silently, helping Pietro successfully overturn the weight on his body.

Christine squatted next to Steve, and managed to take out a medical flashlight from which pocket of Jingdong Rumlow.Skillfully opened the captain's eyelids, and carefully observed with a flashlight from time to time: "Why did you suddenly squib?"

"I don't know."

"Of course you don't know." Christine said angrily, "I was talking to myself, I didn't ask you."

Silently looking at the brown spots gradually appearing in Steve's eyes, he suddenly asked seriously, "Do you want to eat meat?"

"Do not……"

"I'm asking about chicken." Christine responded casually. "It should be that the two energies have not stabilized. You only developed a similar ability to Pietro's. If you overuse it, the T-virus will succeed in counterattacking."

"Then how can we use other abilities."

"I can't help you with this, you have to rely on yourself." Standing up, the people in the middle were fighting fiercely, seeing Sherlock's small movements from the corner of the eye, Christine raised his hand, and the number on the watch had turned red , snapped his fingers lightly.

The ceiling, which was attacked by various means, still persisted. The sprinkler head of the automatic fire extinguishing system above flashed red light, and the glass door in the distance closed silently.

In less than 30 seconds, everyone, including Iron Man in the can, was killed and fainted, and the virtual image of the Red Queen fell in the middle: "All the experimental subjects were sealed inside, and no escaped creatures were leaked."

"OK, I see." Christine skillfully drew out the blood of the blonde sweetheart with big breasts, and then took out the T-virus green antibody that had been prepared and injected it into Steve's body mercilessly.

"Tsk tsk, there is a wonderful saying in the East." Sherlock leaned against the wall and satirized her, "The most poisonous woman's heart."

"Be careful to poison you next time."

"Where's the White Queen?"

"Temporarily controlled by Jarvis."

Christine took the potion handed over by the electronic arm operated by the Red Queen, and walked to Alexander's side expressionlessly, closing her eyes and preparing to push forward.

"Stupid!" Sherlock smiled cowardly at her look, "Can't that electronic arm be used?"

Christine: "..."

Embarrassed, he put the potion back into the hand of the robotic arm, and watched the robotic arm push the potion into Alexander Isaac's body.

"The heart stopped beating, the data flow began to collapse, the data flow completely collapsed." The red queen reported happily.

Both Christine and the Red Queen heaved a sigh of relief, the sword of Damocles on their heads was finally kicked out.

Isaac died, the white queen had no owner, and the red queen and his younger brother Jarvis directly overthrew the 'young woman'.

After completing the secondary affairs, Christine looked at the sleeping Rumlow strangely.

Sherlock glanced at the man on the ground, and couldn't help shaking his shoulders, "A real man dares to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood, and dare to face a woman like Christine." '

Christine and Sherlock took Rumlow and ran directly in the plane, and Jarvis dutifully controlled the Iron Legion coming from a distance to transport the Avengers back to the Alliance headquarters.

Muffled flames shot up into the sky from behind, and the already chaotic Leon family became even more chaotic when they received the news tonight.

Sherlock returned to his base camp, and Christine waited in panic for McCoff's questioning, but nothing came.

Christine's New York villa finally ushered in the blessing of its owner after three years of shelving.

When Rumlow woke up, the sun was setting and the sky was glowing. His hands were locked on the bed, his muscles were flaccid, and he looked at his surroundings vigilantly.

Christine pushed open the door, and leaned against the doorframe calmly holding the fruit juice: "Would you like some drink?" He raised the cup in his hand in a gesture.

After seeing Christine, Rumlow's expression could not help but relax, even though he is now in a state of being slaughtered.

"Wendy?" Rumlow gestured to the electronic lock on his hand with his eyes.

"No."

"why?"

"Insurance!" Christine acted confidently as if she hadn't done anything serious, "By the way, the wedding will be held in England in half a month.

I want to go to the bathroom and tell the Queen. "Christine, who ran away after teasing, dropped a bomb.

As soon as the door was closed, Rumlow put away the expression on his face, raised the corners of his lips, smiled evilly, and lay back on the bed contentedly, no longer struggling.

Christine, who was sitting on the sofa outside, was not ashamed to tell him that her acting skills were too poor.Looking at the paper report in her hand, Christine hummed in a good mood and continued to supplement vitamins.

At night, Christine sleeps alone in another bedroom, keeping Rumlo in the room awake at night.

The next morning, before Rumlow could take the initiative to speak, the Red Queen unlocked the electronic lock on his hand.Rumlow, who had regained some strength, opened the door suspiciously, waiting for Christine's explanation.

Christine outside was wearing pajamas, lying on the sofa enjoying freshly squeezed grape juice, with a half-smile: "Let's have breakfast first, I'm hungry."

Rumlow, who was struggling to finish his breakfast, sat across from the sofa.

"I was taught a lesson by McCoff last night, and I think what he said is right. Twisted melons are not sweet, even if I force you to marry me, you have resentment, but we still have the rest of our lives to live in Together, it would be too much torture for each other."

Rumlow froze: "Then what do you mean?"

"Of course I agree to your request." Christine replied as a matter of course, lying on the edge of the sofa, resting her hands on her chin.

"What request?" Rumlow gritted his teeth.

"You forgot, it was the time when we were drinking at home." She blinked innocently.

"You mean it!"

"Yes, your luggage is all packed. On the table is the ticket to France. Your brothers from the special forces are there." I walked back to my room wearing slippers to make up for sleep.

Rumlow looked at the luggage and air tickets on the table in a daze, and no one responded to him after calling Hong a few times.

after an hour.

Rumlow reluctantly accepted the fact that he was kicked out again. With a bang, the door closed tightly. Rumlow turned his head and saw the A4 paper on the door as soon as he turned around.

Pick it up suspiciously...

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