Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 1410: Beasts

Bucky tries to escape, but is stopped by the Panthers.

For a time, the three people were huddled in the narrow alley, punching and kicking, aiming at the key points.

It's not that Steve and Bucky have murderous intentions. It's purely T'Challa's black panther suit, which is really hard beyond imagination. Even if the Desert Eagle's bullet hits it, it can only let him at most. Shake it.

On the other hand, T'Challa didn't care about the life and death of the two of them. The sharp claws brushed the flesh several times, scratching Bucky's chest into a **** lake.

"T'Challa, listen to my explanation!"

Seeing that he could no longer protect his friend, Steve suddenly shouted anxiously.

However, at this time, T'Challa had already been swept away by anger. He ignored Steve's dissuasion and completely ignored his attack, targeting Bucky the 'murderer'.

Just then, a string of machine guns swept through the alley.

There was only a loud bang, and then a pair of metal armor fell to the ground, the Gatling gun on the shoulder aimed at the three, the shoulder armor and the two arms opened, and a terrifying miniature missile was ejected.

"Everyone, stop me!"

A dull voice came from the armor: "Put down your weapons and surrender immediately, I don't want to repeat it a second time!"

From the star-spangled banner on the armor, it is easy to identify that this is not Iron Man, but a war machine.

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"Rod..." Steve's eyes brightened, just about to say something.

"Drop your weapons and surrender now!"

Rhode repeated one more side, his tone a lot more serious, and even interrupted Steve rudely.

From his tone, he could feel the anger that was suppressed in his heart.

Steve sighed softly, then gave Bucky a look, and slowly lowered his shield.

Bucky clenched his fists and tried to resist.

But when the Vulcan cannons on the War Machine's shoulder armor and the tiny rockets on the gauntlets all aimed at him alone, Bucky finally had no choice but to give in, unless he wanted to turn into a puddle of meat right now.

"Your Majesty, you too!"

Although Rhodes did not point his weapon at him, he still gave a stern warning: "Please put down your weapon, okay?"

T'Challa snorted coldly and slowly took off her helmet.

The FBI vehicle arrives, escorts everyone into the vehicle, and detains Bucky in a special vehicle.

The terrorist responsible for this blast, former Hydra Winter Soldier, James Buchanan Barnes, has been arrested and handed over to the FBI to be held in a special prison.

Although assisting Bucky's escape, Steve may face prosecution by the Secretary of State.

But at least for now, he can still sit in the office.

Tony suppressed his anger and sat across from him. The two faced each other and talked about the agreement again.

Only this time... it seems that the two sides are still unwilling to compromise.

And along with the fierce quarrel, an invisible rift quietly appeared in the Avengers team.

But no one noticed.

A white male in a staff uniform unknowingly walks into the cell where Bucky is being held.

At the moment of seeing this man, Bucky faintly felt that something was wrong, and he seemed to be very familiar.

Soon, he remembered: "The person who made the explosion... is you!"

The man lifted his cap, revealing a middle-aged face full of vicissitudes, and said with a sneer, "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you, but to ask you a question."

"I have nothing to tell you."

Bucky coldly refuses.

"Oh, that's up to you."

The man tapped lightly on his watch and said, "Now, we have a few minutes to talk."

呲 呲 呲 !

The entire building was suddenly cut off and plunged into darkness.

"Let's talk about your hometown."

The man took out a thick book from his briefcase and said coldly, "It's not Romania, it's not Brooklyn, it's... your real home."

When Bucky's eyes fell on the book, the uneasy premonition was even stronger.

"Desire."

He held up a flashlight and recited the text in proficient Russian.

A desire to kill from the heart instantly occupied Bucky's brain, and some kind of distorted consciousness began to erode him, depriving him of his original reason a little bit, like turning into a beast again.

"No...don't read, stop!"

Bucky already knew that the other party read this sentence, which is the key word of Hydra's brainwashing.

"Rusty, seventeen, dawn, stove, nine, kindness."

"Stop!

! "Bucky broke the metal shackles, his eyes were red like a beast, and he punched the tempered bulletproof glass.

Bang! boom! boom!

Punch after punch, terrifying cracks.

"Back to the motherland, one, the train carriage!"

Just as the man uttered the last word, Bucky shattered the cell and staggered to his knees on the ground.

And when he stood up again, his eyes had completely lost their luster, as stiff as a puppet, standing there dumbfounded.

"Soldiers."

The man retracted the book and paced up to Bucky.

"Will...obey!"

Bucky's eyes were dull, and he answered like a machine.

"Mission Debrief, December 16, 1991."

The man asked the question slowly in the flashing red warning light.

...

Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen.

A silver-haired white man in a neat suit, about seventy years old, walked into the door at the corner with a tattered wooden sign on crutches.

After stepping into the deep withered dark mahogany door, the white man took off his hat, looked at the surrounding furnishings, and then his eyes fell on the man behind the long table, saying, "I don't know what to call it? Or is it like someone else? Same, call you boss?"

"The name is just a code name, it doesn't matter what it is called."

Lord behind the long table smiled slightly and said, "Welcome to our store, adhering to the principle of equal exchange, what do you want? Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Mr. Nick Fury."

This rash visitor was none other than Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury said calmly: "I want... the strength to solve this crisis."

"Mr. Fury, your description is a bit general."

Lorde narrowed his eyes and smiled: "What you call 'this crisis'...is it the Skrulls who invaded the earth, or is it another crisis hidden in the dark?"

"Is there a difference?" Fury asked ~IndoMTL.com~ Yes, there is a big difference. "

Lorde leaned back, leaned on the sofa, and crossed his fingers: "If it's a Skrull, all you need is your cat."

"And what if it's... the second one?"

Fury continued to ask.

"The second one..."

Lord shook his head and chuckled: "Even if you sell the Earth, I'm afraid you won't be able to pay for it."

"So serious?!"

Fury's calm complexion finally changed.

Although he expected that it might be serious, he never imagined that it would be so serious.

According to the principle of equivalent exchange, even the value of the entire earth... can't solve the crisis, how terrifying is it?

"Let's talk about the Skrull trade first."

Lord smiled slightly, got up slowly from his seat, and said, "I can give you, a powerful force beyond imagination, enough to eliminate the crisis of the Skrulls, but only if...you I have to give that cat to me."

"The Primordial Beast... You really know it."

Frey's eyes revealed a deep fear.