[Comprehensive British and American] After swapping bodies with the villain

The streets of New York are always busy on weekdays. The big screens in Times Square play non-stop colorful advertisements. The blonde curly-haired girl is carrying a bag, her high-heeled shoes are stepping on the side of the street, and the tires of the cars are rolling and kicking up fine dust. The big face of Jonah Jameson, the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Horn", appeared on the big screen without exception, chatting about the dangers of Spider-Man as usual.

"This nasty little worm is more of a hazard to New York than any of the super-villains! Look what he's done! Why don't the Avengers take care of him and stop him from endangering public property? Oh! Poor New Yorkers! New Yorkers who have suffered so much!"

Passers-by cast indifferent glances at him on the screen.

Later, they were horrified to find that the editor-in-chief, who had been devoting himself to criticizing Spider-Man, suddenly stumbled to his feet, vomited a mouthful of blood while leaning on the table, and then fainted suddenly.

Terrified, they looked at each other, looking for comfort.

Then, more people began to bleed and began to lose consciousness.Panic, like a spectacular and turbulent tide in the Bay of Fundy, quickly engulfed the city and its residents.

On top of SHIELD's aircraft carrier.

Rumlow helped Sioro who fell on the ground to his feet.

He still didn't forget to sneer a few words: "You are really good, you can fall all of this."

Xi'ouluo decided not to speak to such ex-Hydra bastards who had fallen into trouble.

Barton, who had been standing silently behind Nick Fury and dressed coolly, stood up amidst the turmoil. He clenched the alloy compound bow in his hand, and the goggles used to protect his overly sensitive eyes reflected the faint sunlight, and said in a low voice: "I'm going to start the backup generator."

Nick Fury nodded reassuringly.

At the same time, he urged again: "Iron Man, you need to speed up."

Button bounced away.

Tony rolled his eyes impatiently.

Instead, Banner turned his head and comforted everyone, "Don't worry, we've reached the final stage of debugging."

Steve received Natasha's message first. He picked up the bright as new star shield in his hand, walked to Nick Fury's side decisively, and lowered his voice: "Agent Romanov found the person who dropped the nanobots." .”

Nick Fury: "Arrest them."

Steve's face was as deep as water, and a bit of anger and reproach floated in his beautiful blue pupils. His thick golden eyebrows were frowned, and he lowered slightly, "Those two are Level [-] agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., I think you should Give everyone an explanation, Director."

Nick Fury was startled at first, and then calmed down immediately. After connecting to Natasha's communicator, he issued an order: "Arrest and interrogate them immediately, and torture them if necessary. Bureau agents took control."

"Extorting a confession by torture?" Steve said with a cold face, "I thought only me, an active old man in the 30s, would treat the enemy in such a way without human rights."

Nick Fury looked at Steve without hesitation, the light in his one eye was sharp and sharp.

And Steve stood upright, the sun fell on his perfect body strengthened by the super soldier serum, but there was a kind of stubbornness and hardness engraved on the bones.

It's more terrifying when someone who is always gentle gets angry, like Banner, like Captain America.

"Our internal investigation of Hydra's undercover operation has not yet come to an end," Nick Fury conveyed his dissatisfaction to Steve with his eyes, "As a super organization all over the world, such problems are inevitable. Now we should focus on solving the immediate crisis."

"Follow your orders, soldier."

"As you order, Chief."

Steve drew his legs together neatly, bringing his heels together with a snap.

Holding the shield, he turned and left without looking back, "I'm going to help Natasha. At the same time, I'm also ready to rethink the relationship between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers."

Nick Fury looked at his back with quite a headache.

Everyone knows that Captain America is a perfect and determined warrior, but Nick Fury, who is familiar with the history of Captain America, understands that he has always been a Brooklyn boy who does not compromise with any authority.

Just like when he forged the medical examination report to enlist in the army, just like when he took a few downcast wounded soldiers through the blockade of the German Nazis and rescued a close friend.

The other busy and flustered people never noticed the turbulent undercurrent between the two, and Xi Ouluo simply joined the medical team that had just arrived, and gave first aid to the person who was bleeding from the seven orifices and fainted on the ground.

A graduate of Columbia Medical School, he was quite comfortable with this sort of thing.

Although it is not as good as his senior brother who is known as the Hand of God, it is still enough.

Rumlow has been following him all the time. When he sees someone who wakes up and turns to attack Xi'ouluo, he punches and kicks them, and then knocks them unconscious.

"I'm curious," Rumlow asked, taking time out, "How on earth did you become my ex-boyfriend, and what happened to the memories of those few days I lost?"

Xi Ouluo started to lie without changing his face: "You were the one who struck up a conversation with me first, I won't promise you and you are still stalking. I have no choice but to be with you, and later found out that you are simply a scumbag, just look at Got my face and my money. As for your memory?"

While neatly inserting the plastic tube into the mouth and nose of the man on the ground, he said, "Who knows, you're often injured on missions, maybe your brain will break out at some point."

Rumlow: "..."

By the way, I laughed at him as a little boy, maybe I really offended this little doctor, look at this sharp-mouthed man.

After about 10 minutes, the aircraft carrier that had been swaying in the air finally stabilized, and several agents who were controlled to blow up the engine were also sent over by Banner.

And Tony and Banner lived up to expectations, clapped their hands, and pushed their modified sounding device in front of Nick Fury.

"Connected to the external device of the aircraft carrier, I have already adjusted the frequency," Tony adjusted the cuffs of his suit, his expensive watch was shiny, "If the TV and radio stations in New York are willing to send this sound wave at the same time, the effect will be better."

Nick Fury did not hesitate at all: "Okay, I will let the S.H.I.E.L.D. liaison officer be responsible for contacting the radio station."

Tony put his arms around Banner's shoulders, "If you don't mind, I will take my friends and leave. The battle is more suitable for the armor I brought."

"Director, Tony," Natasha's voice cut in just in time, "They recruited, and it was Murdoch and Dr. Zola who created this kind of nano-robots behind the scenes and ordered them to be released into New York's tap water pipes. "

Tony raised his eyebrows, "I guess you already have their position."

Natasha chuckled hoarsely, "Dr. Zola is inside S.H.I.E.L.D. , about 70 soldiers of Hydra Squadron were protecting them."

"Hulk! Samsh!" Banner suddenly swelled up, and a big green man came out from under his white coat.

"Let's go," Tony turned his head and smiled slightly, "I'll lead the way."

The two walked out of the command room and jumped towards the infinite sea of ​​clouds below.

When Xi Ouluo finished his work and raised his head, he only had time to see their handsome backs.

He murmured to their backs: "That's great."

It's an enviable feeling to have teammates who can fight side by side and rely on their backs.

Before he could rest on the chair for a while, there was a sudden throbbing in his heart, and he missed a few beats, as if he had fallen into an abyss in an instant, leaving only a rapidly changing light and shadow in front of him.

When he recovered from a burst of dizziness, he found that the scene in front of him had completely changed.

Different from the cold in New York in January, the green plants here are lush and lush, and the moist and warm wind blows in the air. In the distance, there are grand and bright red-walled temples and white temples. Colorful prayer flags and rays of light caress each on passers-by.

But once I looked back from a distance, I realized that the roads here are extremely muddy, tortuous and cramped. The smell of strange and inferior spices wafts in the air. Covered with black filth.Dirty monkeys with tangled fur hopped nimbly, trying to steal some food from travelers' pockets.

This is a city of filth and beauty.

This is not New York.

The author has something to say:

qswl, why Luo/Qian is still a sensitive word