Underground Hangar No. 6.

With the sound of mechanical sounds, the metal gate weighing more than a thousand pounds slowly landed on the ground.

One bright spotlight after another is turned on one after another, and a metal space of thousands of square meters is filled with various aircraft arranged neatly.

Tony Stark, wearing red painted armor, floated quietly in the air in the middle of the hangar.

"Stark, do you really think the Superhero Registration Act can help people?"

"It doesn't matter how I think it's not important," Stark's voice came from the cold metal mask. "It's the choice of thousands of ordinary people."

"This is not the choice of ordinary people, it is just the choice made by you dirty politicians."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha..." A long laugh came from the metal mask worn by Iron Man. "Two days ago, the mother of a tragedy victim spitted on my face at his son's funeral, calling me a dirty scum."

"Now, Steve Rogers, my closest friend, stood before me and called me a dirty politician."

"Steve, tell me, am I really that dirty and dirty?!"

A long silence appeared between Captain America and the armored Iron Man.

"Sorry, Tony." Captain America suddenly raised his head, "In my mind, you will always be a respectable hero. However, this does not mean that you are on the right side this time!"

"Then, between you and me, I can only speak with my fists!" Iron Man floating in the air said coldly.

The loud roar suddenly sounded at the feet of Natasha Romanov and others wearing black leather jackets. The invisible shock wave followed, causing Natasha, Skye, Lu Jian and others to sway gently.

"The Knight and her horse have left S.H.E.L.D.." The red-haired Natasha smiled softly and handed the dagger in her hand to Skye, who looked disbelief.

"But, why is this?" Skye looked at the dagger with the Chinese character plum in his hand and murmured to himself.

"The new director of SHIELD not only does not believe in our abilities," the red-haired Natasha looked at the agent of SHIELD that suddenly surged out of the end of the corridor, and smiled coldly, "I have never believed in our hearts either."

"This is actually not bad!" Natasha pulled out the sharp dagger tightly tied to the outside of her right leg and whispered, "I can whip the black face of our new director at will!"

"I've been thinking about this for a long time!"

Captain America, running like the wind, kept flying in his right hand, blocking the continuous attacks from Iron Man one by one as if he had eyes.

Iron Man, who was floating in the air, suddenly increased his horsepower, and the red armor that had been lagging behind Captain America suddenly rushed forward and instantly jumped in front of Captain America.

Orange lights kept shooting out from Iron Man's palms.

Steve, who had been rushing forward, stopped suddenly, and the metal shield in his right hand tightly protected his body.

Bright light flashed on the blue and white shield.

Tony Stark, who was floating in the air, frowned.

"Steve, I didn't expect you to know Indian yoga."

Captain America, who curled his body tightly, slowly stretched his body, and his tall body appeared in front of Tony Stark again.

"This is not Indian yoga." Captain America gently turned his neck, and the crisp sound of joints actually had a wonderful sense of rhythm.

"This is an ancient Chinese martial art." Captain America stopped and thought about the slightly difficult Chinese word, "The Knight told me that this powerful martial art is called bone shrinkage."

"Not everyone will be stupid and just shoot at the shield in your hand." Captain America said, looking at the Iron Man floating in the air.

"Bucky and you have warned me more than once."

Iron Man floating in the air suddenly paused, activated the colored armor on his body again, and tried to rush towards Captain America under him.

Captain America, holding a shield, suddenly jumped up at the same time and rushed to about five meters in an instant. At the same time, the round shield was thrown out from his hands again.

With a bang, the Iron Man flying in the air was hit hard by a metal round shield and fell on the ground of the hangar.

Captain America, who was still in mid-air, leaned over and turned his head. After landing steadily, he waved his right hand lightly, and the buzzing metal shield returned to his right arm again.

The red armor on the ground spurted out tiny flames again. Iron Man lying straight on the metal floor first parallel to the ground and quickly slid hundreds of meters. Then, the flames suddenly rushed out, and Iron Man wearing armor was suspended in the air again.

Countless tiny missiles formed a gorgeous barrage, and the dense explosion sounded constantly in the spacious hangar. A costly aircraft turned into metal wreckage during the explosion.

In the red armor, Jarvis' electronic sound suddenly sighed, "Tony, if you do this, Director Hill will be very angry..."

"It doesn't matter, I can't afford it anyway." Tony Stark, who was in the armor, said coldly.

The thick smoke dissipated.

Steve Bagers, who had a strong upper body, stood straight in a metal wreckage. The air waves and flames generated in the explosion not only teared away the blue battle robe on his upper body, but also made countless blood marks on the steel body.

The metal round shield that had been tightly held on Captain America's right hand was placed obliquely on the ground of the hangar. Under the indestructible shield was a plastic dummy with the right arm of a metal robot.

"Steve, Bucky and I should have told you the same thing." Iron Man floating in the air slowly landed on the ground.

"Never try to save your comrades in war, they will solve everything they face."

"But if that were the case, I wouldn't have been Captain America." Before he finished speaking, Captain America, who had completely lost his strength, collapsed softly in Iron Man's cold arms.

"Hi! The boy who used to drive a sports car and wanted to date me." After the red-haired Natasha stepped on the floor, dozens of S.H.E.L.D. agents who were suffering from pain, turned back and glanced at the stunned Lu Jian, and said with a giggle, "Do you regret it now?"

Lu Jian, who looked embarrassed, nodded first, then shook his head, and thought to himself, "The person who wants to date you is Oliver Quinn, the previous life-and-death playboy, not me!"

"I don't want to be cut into minced meat by the winter soldiers and throw it into the Don River!"

A low beep suddenly sounded on Natasha's wrist. In an instant, Natasha, who had a serious face, tapped the communicator on her wrist and whispered, "The plan changed a little, but everything went well... no problem... I will meet you in the underground hangar No. 6 in fifteen minutes."

After the call, the red-haired Natasha glanced at Lu Jian next to her again and said softly, "Oliver Quinn, I remember you told me that you are a master of motorcycles, right?!" sorry, you may not be able to access the Internet at night, and today there is only one chapter.

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Chapter completed!