Chapter 51 Captain America: I didn't do anything
"This guy had such fun stuff going on and didn't even call me?"
Tony looked at the news report. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Obviously, the ones who died were all thugs, all scum, criminals who contributed nothing to society.
Fury also had a headache. The Council was filing a complaint against S.H.I.E.L.D., and the Military was also filing a complaint against S.H.I.E.L.D.
They demanded Captain America be handed over for trial.
But Captain America, aside from entrusting a blind lawyer to handle legal issues, had completely disappeared.
They said he fled to avoid punishment, but because the hearing was not transparent, an arrest warrant could not be issued.
This method of disappearing left the Rockefeller Familywith no way to deal with him.
Besides spreading rumors and slandering him, they constantly filed lawsuits. Whether it succeeded or not didn't matter; as long as it disgusted the other party, that was a victory.
"You think it's fun?" Veins popped out on Fury's forehead. These people were truly freaks!
"Of course it's fun. Watching those sanctimonious idiots get furious and flustered, what could be more interesting than that?"
Tony would never doubt Steve; he was his good friend, a comrade-in-arms they had fought alongside.
Just as Fury was about to say something, a call came in.
"What is it? Really? I understand. Okay, that's all."
Fury, who had ended the call, frowned deeply. Blade had been missing for a long time.
When he was recently found, he was on the verge of death. According to the examination, it seemed to be due to excessive blood loss. If it weren't for his special physique, he would probably be dead already.
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S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.
After finishing a mission report, Sharon stood up and stretched. Her slender and graceful figure, with golden bangs falling, made her appear mature and intellectual.
She picked up her coffee and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her long legs standing straight, appearing even more elongated. She wore black single-strap high heels, the strap circling over the vamp, revealing the faint blue veins hidden beneath.
"Hello? What? I understand."
Ending the call, Sharon's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.
During this time, rumors about Captain America had intensified, escalating from a war hero being slandered as a criminal suffering from post-war trauma.
He had cruelly murdered nearly fifty people and was still nowhere to be found. Moreover, it was rumored that he was involved in contraband smuggling, and the identities of three women closely associated with Steve were exposed.
Even Hill's position was exposed by the Rockefeller Family. As an Agent, to be put on the front line by her own people.
This was no longer a provocation; it was an attempt to kill her.
The Security Council, responsible for overseeing S.H.I.E.L.D., was also fiercely debating whether to dismiss Steve, Hill, and Sharon.
This was related to subsequent financial aid. Without a source of funding, and unable to collect enough taxes, the entire department could enter a state of shutdown!
Now, all these threats had been put aside, not because the magnates had a change of heart, but because they had truly gotten into trouble!
Blade's previous disappearance was due to the Vampire, Firth, using his mother to trick Blade.
After learning that his mother, who had been missing for over twenty years, was actually a plaything kept by Firth, Blade completely broke down.
He was naturally captured and put in a cage to be bled.
Firth used an ancient sacrificial ritual, using twelve pure-blood Vampire Elders as offerings, along with the blood of Blade, who had a special half-human, half-Vampirephysique.
The sacrificial ritual was successfully activated, and his own abilities were elevated to an unimaginable level.
Firth then began to recruit followers, on one hand threatening the status of the Vampire Kingdom, and on the other, blackmailing various wealthy families, demanding their submission or facing direct attacks.
As thousand-year-old foxes, accustomed to being high and mighty, the magnates did not take a Vampire like Firth seriously.
But just three days ago, the Buffett Family, which was affiliated with the Rockefeller Family, was massacred by Firth, who wiped out their entire clan.
A family of nearly thirty people was killed overnight, with neither elderly nor children spared.
This public Carnage immediately put all the major magnates on alert. Facing a crisis of life and death and potential extinction.
A little bit of rivalry and jealousy was simply negligible!
They could choose not to withdraw their accusations against Captain America, but if S.H.I.E.L.D. did not exert effort, no one could deal with the rampant Firth and his Vampires.
It wasn't that special forces hadn't been dispatched to eradicate them, but the Vampires were unkillable, and many soldiers were even turned into Vampires.
With no other option, they could only turn to S.H.I.E.L.D., which specialized in dealing with supernatural phenomena.
And to get S.H.I.E.L.D. to help, they first had to withdraw their accusations against Captain America and publish an apology.
They also had to pay one billion U.S. dollars in compensation for reputational damage, lost wages, and other miscellaneous fees. In addition, they had to donate an extra three billion to S.H.I.E.L.D.
Was this taking advantage of the situation?
Yes! It was taking advantage of the situation!
Steve had just returned from a trip to Siberia and didn't expect things to develop so quickly.
He had brought back five super soldiers to deal with the Rockefeller Family, but he didn't expect them to back down!
Did he still have to thank Firth, this Vampire villain?
After receiving Sharon's message, Steve stroked his chin, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Joseph, you take the three of them and tie up Decca for me. Remember, be discreet, don't let anyone find out."
"Yes, Boss." Joseph responded coldly.
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Two days later.
In the S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room, Steve, Tony, and Blade took their seats together.
Fury presided over the meeting, with Coulson and Hillassisting.
This was an operation targeting the Vampire, Firth. Just two days prior, multiple media outlets publicly revealed that a reporter had fabricated facts and deliberately distorted Captain America's image.
At the same time, several Senators were dismissed from their positions and charged by the prosecutor's office for defamation due to accepting bribes and filing unjust lawsuits against Captain America.
It seemed like a brave sacrifice, but in reality, they still had plenty of lackeys. They could just push one out to take the blame. As long as there was money, there would always be plenty of people willing to be scapegoats.
The reason Steve agreed was also to fish in troubled Water.
Since they were going to apologize, they might as well go all the way.
Coupled with the previously kidnapped Wickman, who had not yet been released. This time, the blame for kidnapping Decca would be put squarely on him.
To seek revenge under the pretext of being dismissed from his position after serving the Rockefeller Family as a dog for so many years, only to be used as a sacrifice now.
This couldn't be more perfect!
Wickman took the blame, and the money was taken by Steve.
Then, in turn, he would be taken down as a typical heinous criminal mastermind. This way.
He gained credit, money, and his reputation further improved!
It was completely killing three birds with one stone!
As for what Wickman and Decca thought? One can only say that human joys and sorrows are not interconnected!
Chapter 52 Black Widow: The captain also understands public opinion warfare?
"So what are we doing?"
Steve looked at the combat data, which contained intelligence about Firth. (Blade 1 villain)
The so-called Blood God sacrifice had turned Firth into an unkillable existence; not only could conventional weapons not kill him.
Even silver and garlic, which Vampires usually feared, did not cause him much harm.
It was precisely because of this that the tycoons, who had long-term cooperation with Vampires and were familiar with their weaknesses, felt terrified.
They forced the Rockefeller Family to immediately stop framing Captain America, as they did not want to lose S.H.I.E.L.D.'s support over such trivial matters.
"Eliminate Firth."
Fury glanced at Steve; he found it increasingly difficult to read the Captain. On the surface, he still seemed upright and selfless, and he was much the same in private, just a little mischievous.
"Has the target's location been locked down?"
Steve did not take Firth seriously; there was no such thing as being unkillable.
No matter how strong his recovery, hitting him enough times would eventually deplete his energy. It would just be a bit more troublesome, not impossible to deal with.
What seemed like an unsolvable Vampire problem to ordinary people was, in Steve's eyes, merely a slightly stronger ant.
"Here, at the Bohr Manor. He invited representatives from the four major families to be his guests, demanding their answer tonight."
Fury marked a location; finding the opponent's hiding place was truly simple.
"I'll cut off his head!"
Blade gritted his teeth and slammed the table, thinking of how his mother had been used as Firth's plaything for over twenty years, and how she had even helped Firthambush him.
The feeling of being betrayed by a loved one was incredibly painful. Even without maternal affection, the mother-son relationship remained unchanged.
Every time he thought of the day he was ambushed, Blade felt a wave of nausea and rage.
"Firth actually used such despicable methods to scheme against me; he's shameless! Compared to him, Captain is a great benefactor!"
Steve: ...
"Hahaha! Old Popsicle, what did you do to make Bladesay that about you?"
Tony laughed heartily beside him, rarely seeing someone joke with the Captain.
"How would I know!"
Steve said grumpily, looking at Blade with an unfriendly gaze.
"Uh, don't get me wrong, Captain, I mean you really are a great benefactor." Blade looked at Captain America and quickly explained.
"Alright, that's settled then. Natasha, you go in first to scout. Barton, you'll be on perimeter surveillance, don't let Firth escape. Tony, you're responsible for cutting off the network and assisting the Captain."
Fury laid out the combat plan. Completing this mission would greatly benefit S.H.I.E.L.D..
After speaking, he looked around at everyone, "Any more questions? If not, the meeting is adjourned."
After Fury left the conference room, the atmosphere seemed to become lively again.
Tony, being cynical and not knowing much about the art of conversation, leaned over to Blade, "Dude, did that Vampire really, you know, with your mother?"
At that question, Blade had a bit of a stress reaction. "F*** you! Tony, would it kill you not to bring that up?!"
"It's fine, man, I know women are fickle. Just calm down, there's one very serious question that you must answer directly."
Tony was indeed a genius; as soon as he realized he had misspoken, he immediately thought of an excuse to deflect.
Blade raised an eyebrow. A Black man and a White man, there wasn't much to say, was there? "What question?"
"If we encounter your mother during tonight's operation, do we fight her or not?"
Tony's question was also tricky. You couldn't very well ask a teammate to kill a teammate's mother, could you?
Even if the mission required it, it would still be very awkward.
Steve hadn't expected Tony to ask that. He had seen a photo of Blade's mother; she wasn't a peerless beauty, but rather unbelievably ugly!
She was the kind of woman who would make you explode if you looked at her, and automatically enter sage mode if you got close.
That Firth could stomach such a woman only proved his good appetite! He must be a tough guy who drinks green juice like Water; even as a Vampire, such a person is impressive!
"If you encounter her, just tell me, I'll handle it!" Bladesaid calmly, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses showing fierceness and resolve.
At that point, it would likely be a scene of a mother's demise and a son's smile.
Steve glanced around at everyone. Was this the Avengers? It seemed Hulk and Thor were missing.
Just as he was about to get up and leave, Black Widow Natasha's voice sounded beside him.
"Captain, where are you going?"
"To a press conference. Interested in listening in?" Steveextended an invitation; he had no enthusiasm or interest in the evening's operation.
He naturally loved to slack off and disliked being diligent. He had been diligent enough in his previous life; this life, he only needed to slack off and enjoy himself.
"Sure." Black Widow immediately thought of the previous rumors, the slanderous and fabricated words.
Originally, rumors that should have caused a breakdown, coupled with media smear campaigns and Councilindictments.
Even ordinary people would be swayed; this was not about intelligence, but rather when a guided wave of public opinion formed a scale, it became public sentiment.
Normally, Captain America at that time should have come forward to refute the rumors and prove his innocence.
But he didn't!
Steve simply disappeared, and no one knew where he went. He didn't care about such rumors and smears at all, remaining indifferent.
He should have been very anxious, but he wasn't in a hurry at all.
He did nothing, and a week later, public opinion reversed.
This made Black Widow Natasha, who had seen the wickedness of human hearts and the darkness of society, find it very interesting. Was this a brand new tactic in public opinion warfare?
She had no idea that Steve hadn't even bothered to understand or pay attention; he was busy salvaging the HYDRA Base's legacy in Siberia at the time.
Or he was training the female Winter Soldier alone, testing her capabilities and limits.
He truly hadn't paid any attention to public opinion.
In Steve's plan, as long as there were Super Villains, and once the destruction reached a certain extent that ordinary special forces couldn't handle.
That was when Super Heroes were needed. He didn't need to rush at all; he would slack off when he could, and do what he needed to do.
And sure enough, when the Super Vampire appeared, the tycoons themselves eagerly slapped their own faces.
Why bother with the mental and physical strain of proving oneself?
As for the tycoons slapping their own faces? As long as there was money to be made, let alone a swollen face, even a ruined face was fine.
Jimmy Boy: I can also negotiate, I can also be patriotic!
Tony's eyes darted around after hearing this, and he also decided to see what was going on.
Perhaps in some ways, he and Steve had the same needs.
According to Rhodes's intelligence, the Military was very interested in his Iron Man Suit.
They were already discussing how to seize the Iron Man Suit, also using the public opinion tactic of a Councilhearing to accuse him.
Using public opinion to coerce him, stating that private individuals were not allowed to possess weapons of mass destruction, forcing him to surrender the Iron Man Suit.
Chapter 53: Top Female Fan Reporter Luo Shan
Press conference.
A large number of media reporters gathered at the scene, their cameras pointed at Captain America, who slowly ascended the stage.
He was wearing a combat uniform with S.H.I.E.L.D.markings on both shoulders and a golden five-pointed star on his chest.
With a handsome face and a firm, steady expression, his appropriate attire made him appear even taller, exuding a trustworthy sense of security.
The Favorability Aura effect was still active, so when these reporters first saw Steve, they couldn't help but develop a good impression of him.
Favorability wasn't necessarily romantic affection, but rather a form of appreciation, leading them to subconsciously consider things from his perspective.
Tony and Black Widow watched the show from the side, and even Blade came to join the fun.
"It's a pleasure to meet everyone. Many things have happened recently—there have been rumors, slanders, smears, and blackening of my name.
I awoke from my sleep in the war only a while ago. This World has changed so quickly that I can barely recognize it.
When I learned that we had won the war and justice had prevailed, I felt that my mission was complete."
Steve's tone was calm, with an undeniable firmness.
Favorability was one thing, but work was another; they were paid to do a job.
And so, someone immediately spoke up, raising his hand to interrupt his speech.
"Excuse me, Captain, do you think criminals deserve to die? Why use such heavy force? Many people have been crippled or killed because of your excessive force. How do you explain that?"
Hiss!
The originally calm venue was ignited by this question, and everyone looked at Steve, wanting to see how Captain America would explain it.
Steve glanced at the man, a Joker!
"What's your name?"
"Clodir, Captain," the bespectacled man replied with a smile.
"I think you should go to a war-torn region and become a mercenary.
By your standards, you can't shoot your enemies. Please try that for a year, and if you're still alive, then come back and talk to me!"
Steve scoffed, his tone full of sarcasm, "It's not that you don't know why; you're just lenient with yourself and strict with others. Why demand that others do something you can't even do yourself?
You are a reporter; you should have a conscience and morals, not intentionally disparage others for sensationalism.
A person can be without money, and they can be weak, but they must have a fair and kind heart."
A silence fell over the venue, and many people's faces flushed. His statement directly highlighted their nature of disregarding facts for money!
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Only two people were clapping excitedly, a man and a woman.
The woman was a familiar face from before, Roxanne.
The applause jolted everyone awake, and whether willing or not, they followed suit, clapping.
They also realized that this Captain, who had been asleep for seventy years, was not to be trifled with, nor was he easily manipulated!
Everyone wasn't foolish; they understood the underlying meaning. Continuing to dwell on this issue would only lead to trouble!
"Dr. Erskine Abraham is considered the inventor of the Super Soldier Serum by many,
but to me, he was also my mentor, a crucial person who guided me to uphold justice and maintain my conscience.
However, achieving that is not easy!"
Steve continued his brainwashing speech, maintaining his persona.
A persona and reputation are very important. When everyone believes you are righteous, then even if you do bad things, it will be perceived as right.
This is the importance of a persona; it sounds unbelievable, but it's that absurd and exaggerated.
"In that era, might made right was the mainstream, and even the U.S. military's performance on the battlefield wasn't always just; they also massacred innocent civilians."
This statement directly ignited public opinion; this was a huge scandal!
If anyone else had said it, it would have been dismissed as a joke. But coming from Captain America's mouth, the credibility was extraordinarily high!
The reporters all began discussing animatedly; this information was too explosive!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Steve repeatedly pounded the table a few times, looking around the room, "Silence!"
His intimidating aura, without needing to show anger, made the reporters obediently stop, though they didn't know why they were so compliant.
"In that chaotic era, I always remembered what Dr. said: yield where you can, but never yield where you cannot.
Even if everyone tells you that what is wrong is right, even if the whole World tells you to move aside,
what you must do is stand firm like a tree, look them in the eyes, and say, 'No! You move aside!'"
Clap! Clap! Clap!
As soon as he finished speaking, Roxanne excitedly clapped again, her palms red, her eyes filled with admiration and adoration as she looked at Steve.
Her favorability was already high, and coupled with his life-saving grace from before, she was deeply smitten with Steve.
However, Steve hadn't flirted with her, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't have time.
The thunderous applause didn't make Steve proud; he bowed slightly, expressing gratitude to the audience, then turned and left.
"Captain, please say a few more words."
"Captain..."
Roxanne was captivated; she hurriedly chased after him, "Captain, can I interview you?"
Other reporters also tried to block Steve, but they were all stopped by Crossbones and others.
Only Roxanne managed to follow him.
"Why can she go through!" A short-tempered reporter, seeing this scene, immediately felt indignant and pointed at Roxanne's retreating figure, questioning Crossbones.
"Because she's the Captain's fan!"
"I can be the Captain's fan too! I can be patriotic too!" The reporter shouted, completely unafraid.
Crossbones looked at him with a strange expression. Was this guy trying to make a move on a man?
Other colleagues: If it's Captain America, it doesn't seem impossible!
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At the Horn Daily, the owner Jameson was haggling with Peter.
Photos of Spider-Man were incredibly difficult to take, and Peter's submissions were all close-up, very clear shots.
"Garbage... garbage... still garbage..."
Jameson looked through them, expressing disgust. During this time, he only glanced from the corner of his eye at Peter, who was sitting upright like a well-behaved student.
"I'll give you two hundred U.S. dollars. Your photos are only worth that much."
"The price is a bit low, isn't it? But didn't the news say three hundred?" Peter looked surprised, seemingly not expecting the newspaper owner to still try to lower the price!
The published price was higher, but when it came to submitting, he was offered less, which naturally displeased him.
Jameson handed the newspaper over, an indifferent expression on his face, "Then go find another place."
Peter was helpless. He could only gather his photos, preparing to leave and try other newspapers.
Just then, Jameson's phone rang.
"Your wife says the tiles you ordered are out of stock!"
"Then order carpet!"
Peter got up to leave, but just as he turned, another scolding voice came, "Sit down! Look at me!"
"Then I'll give you three hundred; that's the standard price!"
Seeing that haggling wasn't working, Jameson stopped. He handed the photos to his assistant, telling him to publish them on the front page.
"What's the headline?"
"Spider-Man: Hero or Menace? Horn Daily Exclusive Photos!"
Chapter 54: Captain America: Teach you what it means to be in the dark
When Peter heard the title, he was about to object when the office door was pushed open again.
A vibrant blonde female reporter, clicking in her high heels, walked in and said with some excitement, "Boss, I just got an exclusive interview with Captain, and this content is enough for the front page!"
Jameson's eyelids twitched a few times. Captain Americaagain?
Recently, public opinion about Captain America had truly flipped, swinging back and forth.
One moment he was a good guy, the next he was a bad guy. A war hero, then an executioner and butcher, endlessly, forcing reversals, right!
"Good news or bad news?"
Jameson made up his mind: if it was to smear Captain America, he wouldn't report it. He had reported it once before and almost went bankrupt, and his son had turned against him.
This time, he was smarter; he would only report good news, only positive images.
Compared to the truthfulness of Captain America's scandals, it was safer and more secure to sing his praises, and sales wouldn't be low either—that was the key!
"Good news!"
Jameson took the file and glanced at it. When he saw Captain America's statement, his eyes immediately lit up.
"Good, Josen, put Captain's news on the front page."
"Okay, Boss, should the title be changed?"
Jameson thought for a moment, then raised his right hand, his expression full of admiration, "Captain America: A Model of Justice in the New Era, a Man Always Worthy of Trust!"
Peter: Oh, so this is how you play favorites, huh!
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Immediately after the press conference, several videotapes were sent to TV stations, newspapers, and the Rockefeller Family.
When they opened the packages and saw the videotapes, they couldn't help but gasp.
Because it said, "If the contents of the videotape are not broadcast on the evening news, they will blow up the newspaper office and the TV station!"
The content of the videotape was also explosive; it was Wickman, who had been missing for a long time!
"Hello everyone, I am Senator Wickman, and it's a pleasure to meet you.
I have diligently served the people, done a lot of dirty and tiring work for Os, and handled many things for his sons.
When Kock fancied a female student and she refused, he made me destroy her entire family.
When Decca got into a conflict in a nightclub, he made me frame the other party and send them to prison.
I have done so much for you, why would you abandon me?
Now I'm coming clean, I'm not pretending anymore. I kidnapped Decca, and if you want him back, prepare two billion U.S. dollars for me!
Prepare it within three days, or he dies!"
With Wickman's gritting, smiling face, the scene shifted to Decca, tied up and seated in a chair.
His face was bruised, he wore only a thin shirt, and he was placed in a cold storage unit.
"Dad, save me! I don't want to die!
Dad, they hit me! These commoners actually dared to hit me!
Ah, ah, it's all that Wickman, he's just a dog our family raised, how dare he do this!
Dad, quickly get me out of here, I'm going to die!"
After seeing the content of the videotape, everyone's expressions were very strange.
Some were surprised by the inside information, some mumbled that the case would be difficult to solve, and even more were watching the drama unfold!
Originally, such a videotape should not be broadcast, but other TV stations broadcast it.
Plus, there were death threats, so this wave was like eating a blood-soaked bun with tears!
The evening news had just started.
The curious public was in an uproar when they saw this; there was more juicy gossip to consume!
"Hey, hey, buddy, what are you doing? Quickly watch the news, there's big news!"
"Damn it, are senators so corrupt now? It's too dark!"
"These magnates deserve to die! How can they be so unscrupulous!"
"Shh, this Os seems to be one of the heirs of the Rockefeller Family!"
"This Wickman is not a good person, and the Rockefeller Family is not a good person. It's just dogs biting dogs!"
The purpose of this videotape was not for money, but to shatter the high-and-mighty image of the magnates and, incidentally, to make them fight among themselves.
The Rockefeller Family is very wealthy, but most of this money is in fixed assets. Out of ten billion, perhaps nine billion are real estate, leaving only one billion in liquid funds.
This ransom would certainly require cash, but it would be impossible to produce so much cash!
They would either have to abandon their son, or Os would have to fight with family members to get the cash.
Either way, it was a difficult decision.
When he dealt with Steve back then, he should have anticipated his retribution today!
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Bang!
In a study of a certain Villa, Os smashed the vase in his hand onto the floor, a vase worth millions shattered just like that.
Originally, today he had already allied with the Military to short the Osborn Group through a project order, eating up the Group's shares.
This was a high-quality industry; Osborn had made impressive achievements in biotechnology and medicine.
Making the Osborn Group research a physical enhancement agent to rival the Super Soldier Serum was a money pit, a project that burned through money to the extreme.
Chairman Norman (Green Goblin) borrowed money everywhere, and now the project was nearing completion, but the side effects were significant and still required time to address.
However, the contract already showed it was about to expire, and with the Group's poor financial reports, shareholders were firing at Norman, demanding an explanation for the use of funds.
Norman, who had already invested so much money, had no way back; he could only go all the way.
Even if he stopped in time, he would lose a fortune; he had to break through the research, complete the order, and get funding from the Military.
Os watched his plan succeed, but now his good-for-nothing son was kidnapped, demanding two billion U.S. dollars—why didn't they just rob them!
Crossbones: Isn't this exactly what I'm doing, robbing?
Well, they were better than robbers.
For a moment, Os even thought about abandoning his son. He only knew how to cause trouble and stir up problems all day long.
He still hadn't suspected Captain America, only knowing that this was the Ten Rings Gang, and their family didn't have much intelligence on these matters.
He would never have imagined that a 'centenarian' who had slept for seventy years would play such a trick!
What was Captain America? A moral paragon, the embodiment of justice, a spiritual leader! How could he do such a thing!
And even if he did, he wouldn't have trustworthy subordinates!
Even the CIA and S.H.I.E.L.D. had no inkling, nor did they suspect Captain America.
Os was overwhelmed, making the difficult choice between money and his son.
After watching the news, Pierce, who had already gone home from work, also fell silent.
Recently, his subordinates seemed to admire Steve more and more. Was he really the leader?
A question mark needed to be placed here; he had previously deliberately presented the financial problem of not looking at liabilities, wanting to see Steve make a fool of himself.
But now it seemed he had trapped himself; Steve had solved the financial problem and won over people's hearts.
This made Pierce feel as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly, like watching his wife and Captain America's fake relationship turn real.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was his asset; he was numb, fending off wolves in front and tigers behind!
Chapter 55: Nisha's vague affection
A manor on the mountaintop.
The Super Vampire Firth was smoking a cigarette in the living room, one hand resting on the head of another female Vampire.
"How many people have come?"
"Not a single one." Quinn replied timidly.
He had his arm cut off by Blade before, and then he was captured by S.H.I.E.L.D..
After finally escaping, his courage was essentially gone. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still useful, he would have been liquidated long ago.
"What! Are they not afraid of me!"
Firth blew a smoke ring, his eyes instantly widened, and his expression became furious.
He clearly had nearly twenty thousand Vampires under his command, and he had already massacred a medium-sized family as a warning.
But why were the top financial groups still not afraid? Was it so hard to accept to submit to him, the King of Vampires?
"Of course they're not afraid of your mom, your mom has long turned to ashes!"
Quinn complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud, otherwise, if he ran his mouth, he would be going to the crematorium soon!
"Boss, is our reputation for ferocity not enough? How about we kill a few more famous people to build up our name?"
Slap!
Quinn was slapped so hard that he flew up, spun 180 degrees in the air, and then fell to the ground, his right cheek instantly swollen!
"What you said makes a lot of sense!"
If it makes sense, why did you still hit me?
Quinn complained wildly in his heart. Being with this neurotic boss, he finally understood what it meant to be like accompanying a tiger when accompanying a king!
"Since that's the case, then..." Firth saw the news of Iron Man and Captain America on TV, and immediately picked a target in his heart.
"It'll be those two!"
Blade was not counted. In Firth's mind, Blade had been crippled and was not worth worrying about.
Just as he was full of ambition, preparing to use the heads of two Super Heroes as his medals, he suddenly fell backward.
A special ultraviolet bullet broke the window glass and hit the female Vampire.
Bang!
The hit Vampire instantly exploded!
A shield flew over and knocked Firth, who had just gotten up, flying out.
When Firth got up, he happened to see a tall and mighty figure catching the shield.
"Captain America!"
Firth's astonished expression quickly turned into surprise. Was this a free kill?
He pushed off the ground with his right foot, and his whole body quickly rushed out. His fingernails lengthened, forming sharp claws that swept over.
Bang!
Another dull sound came, and Firth flew backward even faster than he came.
It was then that Tony appeared, wearing his Iron Man Suit, and a special cage was placed on Quinn.
Directly captured alive!
"Fully kill the Vampires, Firth is mine."
Steve finished speaking and rushed out, spinning once mid-air, a standard roundhouse kick sending Firth flying out again.
The cleanup operation began!
Fury watched the video at S.H.I.E.L.D., observing the combat operation.
On the periphery, Vampire Princess Nissa, with her bodyguard Wei Lian, was also observing the battle with binoculars.
Her mission tonight was to capture Firth alive and send him back to the fortress for trial.
She couldn't do it alone; she had tried to capture Firthbefore. But Firth's power was unexpected; even after being cut in half, he could still recover quickly.
This situation was simply impossible for a Vampire!
An indestructible being, with strength comparable to a Super Soldier, and speed faster than an ordinary Vampire.
Under the desperate protection of her subordinates, Nissawas able to escape. Even afterward, it still left her with lingering fear.
She had seen strange things, but she had never seen such a strange Vampire.
Steve had previously told her to give it a try, and if it didn't work, to come back to him.
At that time, Nissa didn't take it seriously, but after trying, she realized that without Steve, it really wouldn't work!
Looking through the binoculars, Captain America was punching Vampires one by one, and kicking Firth a dozen meters away.
A hint of mist appeared in Nissa's eyes. A powerful, invincible man, who wouldn't like him?
Although Steve had three wives, in Nissa's eyes, this was nothing. In her experience, it was perfectly normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines.
Only those with bad kidneys would have one; those with good kidneys should have several.
On this point, the bodyguard Wei Lian had a lot of say. At least for two days after that incident, she walked with a limp.
"Your Highness, can Captain really capture Firth alive?"
"It should be no problem." Nissa looked at Firth, who was being unilaterally beaten. She felt that Steve was even stronger than before!
What she couldn't do, Steve did with ease.
Without the previous failed capture experience, Nissawould not have such a deep feeling.
At this moment, her gaze towards Steve clearly carried a sense of admiration and a faint, hazy fondness. If she continued to interact with Steve and maintain a good impression, becoming a couple seemed to be no problem at all.
"Enough!"
Firth roared at Captain America who was rushing over. His forehead had been broken, blood overflowed, and was quickly repaired.
"I am the King of Vampires, recognized by the Blood God! You mortal, kneel before me! You filthy mongrel! Ah!"
Steve directly grabbed his right foot and slammed him back and forth on the floor. Like playing a toy, he experienced the same joyful package as Loki and Thor!
Bang bang bang!
The floor vibrated violently, startling even Blade, who was in the midst of fighting.
He had originally thought that the gap between himself and Captain America was only a little bit, but he didn't expect the other party to be so fierce!
That little bit had directly turned into a huge amount!
The Super Soldier Serum combined with Tarot Martial Arts, and the Ten Rings-style matching martial arts—it would be strange if he wasn't fierce.
After smashing him, he didn't stop, delivering a flurry of punches to Firth's pale face.
Breaking defense, repairing, breaking defense again, repairing again.
The ordinary strength of each punch was two hundred catties, and with the boost of Tarot Qi Gong, it could reach one ton.
However, the mission was to capture him alive, so Stevedidn't use his full strength, otherwise, he could really have blown his head off!
The so-called instant repair of injuries was actually achieved by consuming energy.
And as long as he was continuously beaten, his energy would be consumed. Then Firth would eventually die; there was no such thing as absolute invincibility, only people who hadn't found the right method.
He was beaten for five full minutes, and the last punch shattered all of Firth's bones.
Steve took out steel bars and mercilessly skewered and roasted him, constantly twisting and locking, including his bones.
It was like the scene in Days of Future Past where Wolverine was repeatedly impaled by Magneto with steel bars.
Holding the half-dead Firth in one hand, Steve took him and summoned his motorcycle, speeding away in a cloud of dust.
"Captain, what are you doing!"
Fury saw that something was wrong and immediately asked through the earpiece.
"It's a mission assigned by the Secretary-General, to hand Firth over to the financial groups."
Steve directly brought up Pierce. Isn't it normal for a subordinate to take the blame for his leader?
Pierce: Sitting at home, and blame comes from the sky!
Chapter 56 Asking Nisha for Help in Acquiring the Daily Bugle
There's a saying that, no matter the region, is true in most cases:
A higher official can crush you!
Fury is the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., a Level 10 Agent, with the highest clearance.
But above Fury, there is still the Security Council.
The Security Council is responsible for supervision, management, and financial support. This operation came about because the consortium communicated with the Security Council and promised sponsorship, leading to this special operation.
The members of the Security Council do not directly manage or issue orders; this process requires an intermediary, and that is Secretary-General Pierce.
Precisely because Pierce is Fury's superior, when Stevestated his reason, Fury, no matter how displeased, could only obey.
Throwing Firth, who was impaled and restrained by rebar, to the ground, Steve also took off his tactical goggles and hung them around his neck. His smile was hearty and gave a strong sense of security.
"He's all yours. Treat me to a meal sometime when you're free."
With that, he twisted the throttle, the motorcycle fishtailed, and he sped off the mountaintop.
Nissa couldn't help but chase after him to check, worried about Steve's safety.
But she saw a pair of gliders unfold on both sides of the motorcycle, and the man who gave her such a sense of security had already flown a great distance.
Watching Steve's figure, he left in a dashing manner, without pretense, honest, and trustworthy.
The feeling he gave her was truly different; there was no greasy fawning, and it was very comfortable. Their interactions felt natural, as if they were already in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.
Wei Lian bit her lip, watching Steve leave. She rather missed him.
But it was nothing. As the princess's personal guard and bodyguard, even if Nissa married, she would follow, considered part of the bridal family.
If the princess married Steve, wouldn't she also have a chance?
This thought flashed through her mind, like wild grass, taking root and sprouting wildly, refusing to be dismissed!
--
With the Vampire leader dead, the Vampires below had no one to lead them, and thus could not form a formidable force.
Steve even specifically led people to kill a round, helping to eliminate the troublemakers, making it easier for Nissato take over.
Originally, it was a deal between the Vampire King and the consortium, and Nissa, as the executor, also gained many benefits. More importantly, her good impression of Steve increased significantly; at least they were friends now.
At most, there were only two more stages: more than friends, less than lovers.
Then to a lover relationship, at which point the mission could be completed.
However, no sooner had one wave subsided than another rose.
Three days later, the hostage rescue mission failed.
Decca's kidnapping by Wickman was also included in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s action plan; regular SWAT teams could no longer complete the mission.
Initially, only elite SWAT officers plus a small Marine Corps team were dispatched to assist, but unfortunately, they failed.
If it were just a simple failure, that would be one thing.
The key was that all thirty team members involved in the rescue died, each with a single shot to the head.
Such a horrifying record led to Wickman being placed on the kill list, and the case was transferred to S.H.I.E.L.D.
While Fury and Coulson were swamped with work, Stevewent to a nightclub.
After Tony captured two Vampires and took them back, he became engrossed in experiments.
No one was managing the kidnapping case, so Hawkeyewas dispatched to track him. He was an experienced Agent and could be trusted.
Blood Night Rose Club.
This was one of the assets Nissa had just taken over, and tonight she had proactively called to invite Steve on a date.
To express her gratitude for Steve's help two days prior, and also with the intention of taking their relationship further.
On the stage, someone was dancing with an elegant posture, the shimmering lights reflecting her graceful figure, making her incredibly alluring.
The perfectly timed musical instruments, the rotating colorful lights at the top, and the occasional neon flashes in the dimness.
In this atmosphere, hormones were rapidly surging.
Many things that one wouldn't dare to do during the day, things only dreamt of, would be done unconsciously.
Nightclubs are great places to relax and vent emotions.
The two clinked their glasses, sharing a smile.
"Steve, thank you. If it weren't for you this time, I don't know what I would have done."
Nissa tilted her head and drained her red wine, her beautiful eyes occasionally sweeping over his muscles. Even in a casual shirt, his solid muscles strained the fabric, showcasing a healthy, masculine, and fluid aesthetic.
No woman dislikes such a man; one look and he exudes a strong sense of security!
The sources of security are many: robust physique, money, status, power, and so on.
And Steve possessed all these things; under the mindset of strength being paramount, combined with the effect of his good impression aura, it was hard for people to take their eyes off him.
"You're welcome, we're friends, aren't we? Friends should help each other."
Steve appeared humble; before becoming boyfriend and girlfriend and having intimate contact, he wouldn't suppress himself, nor would he let himself go too much.
"Then how can I help you?" Nissa bit her red lips, wearing exquisite makeup today, with willow-like brows, both pure and seductive!
Steve leaned in and handed her a note, whispering, "I actually do need your help. Help me acquire Horn Daily, in her name."
Nissa took the note, glanced at it, and found it contained information about a woman. She immediately felt a bit curious, and a slight touch of jealousy.
"Haven't seen you in a few days, and another one's hooked?"
"This is my subordinate, you saw her, she's right there!"
Steve pointed to a booth not far away, where a tall, muscular woman, nearly six feet tall, wearing combat boots and jeans, perfectly embodied the words "golden-haired foreign beauty."
That was his Winter Soldier, whom he brought back from Siberia, and the only woman among them.
The men were sent out as laborers, and the women stayed behind as bodyguards and secretaries.
Nissa casually glanced over and realized that the other person was indeed a subordinate. The threat was not great; no matter how close this subordinate was, she was still just a subordinate.
"Okay, Horn Daily is currently ranked fifth in New York. Give me a week."
Acquiring Horn Daily was not easy, but not impossible. The owner, Jameson, was a complete scoundrel, and a direct acquisition would be very expensive, requiring a bit of finesse to manage.
"Then I'll trouble you, Nissa. You're truly a good friend. I don't know how much it will cost, but I'll have someone give you one hundred million first."
Steve had no intention of keeping the money for himself; the previous ransom had all been used to win people over.
The more loyal the workers, the higher their work enthusiasm, and they wouldn't betray their master—this was truly tailor-made for him!
"Looks like you're quite rich!" Nissa curved a smile, revealing eight white teeth in a standard flight attendant's smile.
"It's alright. Money only has value when it's spent. If you need anything, I'll lend you all my funds."
Steve also smiled meaningfully, lowering his gaze to the deep cleavage, more sacred than the purest white snow!
Nissa raised an eyebrow, a little touched, and didn't mind the man's gaze. If it weren't for Steve, she wouldn't have worn an evening gown.
Chapter 57 Captain, what do you think of my daughter?
The atmosphere had already become enchanting and ambiguous, a perfect time to deepen their relationship.
Steve extended his hand in an inviting gesture, "May I have this dance with you? I'm new to this!"
"Hehehe! Of course, my Captain."
Nissa giggled, covering her mouth, appearing very ladylike. Her fair hand rested on his, and she rose to join him on the dance floor.
--
While the two were deepening their relationship, in a medieval-style Villa on Long Island, New York.
The Vampire King had invited the heads of various consortiums for a gathering. There was no extravagant revelry as one might imagine, only a cold conference table.
At this point, they had moved beyond low-level pleasures. Their interest in women wasn't as strong, or perhaps it was because they were past that age, willing in spirit but weak in flesh.
The Morgan Family, Rothschild, Rockefeller Family, Citibank, and others—they were all renowned consortiums, controlling the Military and Congress.
They were also the main financial providers for S.H.I.E.L.D. The last time Steve handed Firth over to Nissa, it was also the result of King Noth's lobbying.
This old geezer was at least two thousand years old. Over his long life, his descendants numbered over a thousand.
Captain America, compared to him, was a pure and innocent young man!
With numerous descendants, those with talent were sent out to be Elders or to form marriage alliances, creating a complex network of connections.
Nissa was just one of the youngest, the very last one.
"Recently, a new type of Vampire called 'Reapers' has emerged. They feed on both Vampires and humans.
They possess immense strength, greater speed, stronger healing abilities, and are immune to silver and garlic."
At this point, Noth paused, allowing everyone to digest the information he had just provided.
"If this hidden danger is not eliminated, it will have a very detrimental impact on all of your businesses.
Once Vampires are hunted to extinction, humans will become their target. Infected Vampires and humans will both transform into Reapers."
He didn't state what to do, merely presented the information.
Everyone present was a shrewd individual, a thousand-year-old fox. They were interconnected through marriage, their relationships highly complex.
"Old King, just tell us what needs to be done."
It was Trust, the patriarch of the Rockefeller Family, who spoke. His mood was not good.
His favorite grandson was missing. This grandson was his most beloved, the one who resembled him the most.
It was fine to be reckless when young; only after having enough fun would one settle down and learn to focus on their career.
"I want you all to eradicate these Vampires and capture their leader alive for me."
Noth was very old, his skin so pale that the blue veins beneath were visible. He commanded a vast Vampirekingdom, holding astonishing wealth and a network of connections in his hands.
"Let S.H.I.E.L.D. handle this. I have matters to attend to recently. I need to keep an eye on Tony of Stark Industriesand acquire his Iron Man Suit. However, I can contribute financially."
"I can also contribute financially. I need to monitor the Mutant modification project and cannot leave right now."
"New York's underground has been restless recently. Kingpin and the Hand are also causing trouble; I need to deal with them."
"I need to continue monitoring the Super Soldier Serumreplication and pursuing the Hulk. I also don't have time."
The consortiums were all shrewd. The last time there was trouble, they could help. But this time, they weren't so accommodating.
After the first refusal, they understood the others' intentions. It was nothing more than waiting for the situation to worsen, to extract more benefits from Noth, the old man!
This situation didn't faze Noth. Over thousands of years, what storms hadn't he witnessed?
"Heh heh, then let's not discuss these matters today. Let's enjoy ourselves. Come, bring in the song and dance troupe to perform."
--
Late at night, the guests gradually departed, and the banquet concluded.
Nissa then brought Steve to the castle. Inviting a man to her home for the first time made her heart race a little.
As soon as Steve entered, he discreetly tossed out a signal receiver, which latched onto the roof and charged using solar power.
The artificial intelligence, Edith, began attempting to infiltrate the local network and scan the area using sonar.
Guards were stationed on both sides of the corridor. Each time Steve walked past, they would eye him.
Their gaze was much like a hunter's expression upon seeing prey; in the eyes of Vampires, humans were merely bipedal food.
Outside was an ancient, medieval castle, while inside was a magnificent aristocratic hall.
And upon entering the underground laboratory, it was filled with high-tech instruments. Many pieces of equipment, normally found only in Military laboratories, were ubiquitous here.
Walking into the underground hall, elite guards stood around, fully clad in black combat suits, wearing tactical goggles, completely covered with no skin exposed.
Each one was trained like a special forces soldier, the most loyal and elite of bodyguards.
Nissa led Steve to the hall, where an ancient Vampire sat on the main seat.
"Father, Steve has arrived."
A shiny bald head, and countless blue veins visible beneath the pale skin.
"Hello, Captain America, I am Damasky Noth, Nissa's father. It's an honor to meet you."
The old man's etiquette was impeccable, without a hint of arrogance, and he showed Steve sufficient respect.
This alone was enough to set him apart from other Vampires by a long shot, truly worthy of being the old geezer who commanded a vast Vampire kingdom!
"Hello, sir."
Steve nodded slightly. He found it a little strange. How could the ugly old man in front of him have such a beautiful daughter as Nissa? Could she have been adopted?
"Captain, forgive my directness on our first meeting, but what do you think of Nissa?"
Noth already knew from intelligence that his daughter and the man before him had been exchanging glances.
His daughter had grown up and would eventually marry. Previously, the patriarch of the Rockefeller Family had wanted to arrange a marriage for his grandson, which led to the scene where Decca invited Nissa to the nightclub.
Vampires couldn't move during the day, otherwise, they should have gone to a restaurant instead of a nightclub.
Using the situation to his advantage, and his daughter to achieve his grand ambitions—this was the mark of a superior leader.
To achieve great things, even one's closest kin can be sacrificed!
Noth had over a thousand direct descendants; what was the sacrifice of one daughter?
"Father!"
Nissa uttered a coquettish complaint, even stomping her foot, appearing a little shy. She lowered her head, yet couldn't help but steal glances at Steve, seemingly anticipating his answer.
"Very beautiful, very capable. She's a good wife and a good girl."
Steve replied without hesitation. He vaguely suspected that he, too, was encountering an arranged marriage.
Nissa smiled brightly after hearing his words. That hint of charm, revealed so naturally, was inherently captivating and alluring.
"Then I shall decide to betroth her to you. Are you willing?"
Noth's words were again astonishing. If he was going to sell his daughter, he would do it decisively. You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a cub!
Chapter 58 Vampire Lao Deng's Daughter's Marriage Conditions
Nissa looked up at her father, a hint of surprise in her eyes. She found it somewhat incredible, and a little perplexing.
The last time the Rockefeller Family came to propose marriage, her father neither agreed nor refused, but instead put it off.
This was clearly a tactic of waiting for the best offer, and she was very unhappy and unwilling to be treated as a commodity for trade.
However, given her birth, she couldn't change her fate. Many of her older brothers and sisters had been traded away in the same manner; as long as it maintained the kingdom's operation, what was one child worth?
She didn't dislike Steve; in fact, she rather liked him.
He was handsome, tall, strong, and unpretentious—a very genuine man.
In a materialistic society, finding such a man was already a difficult task.
Not to mention, this was just the basic requirement; he also needed the strength to protect her and be favored by the King.
The conditions were stringent. Over the years, she had seen too many scumbags who were outwardly impressive but inwardly rotten.
Steve was very genuine, which made her feel good about him. As for her bodyguard Wei Lian being punished last time, she didn't find it excessive; she even thought it was quite normal.
Compared to Nissa's dilemma, Steve, however, was very open-minded.
"I presume the elder still has some requests; why not state them all at once?"
There's no such thing as a free lunch!
If there truly was, it would surely be bait with explosives inside.
We're all old foxes; let's not play games!
Noth wasn't angry; instead, he nodded with an approving look, as if to say, 'This child can be taught.'
"As expected of Captain, this foresight and composure are enough for me to confidently entrust my precious Nissa to you."
After the pleasantries and polite words, the main event was next.
"Not long ago, a new type of Vampire, called 'Reapers,' appeared. They feed on both Vampires and humans.
Any Vampire or human bitten by them mutates into an aberrant species. These aberrants possess incredibly tenacious vitality and are immune to weaknesses like silver and garlic.
Their strength, recovery, and speed are all significantly enhanced. I want to ask for your help in eliminating these aberrants. As long as you can do it, I will betroth Nissa to you."
The task didn't seem difficult, perhaps even somewhat simple.
The Vampires' weakness to sunlight still existed; even the aberrants would fear the sun.
"Alright, I accept. Where is their lair?"
Steve didn't waste time. Since that was the case, he would go with the flow. First, he'd take the sugar coating, then throw out the cannonball.
A flicker of emotion crossed Nissa's eyes. She knew very well the strength of these aberrants. For Steve to agree without hesitation, what could it be besides true love?
Wrong, actually, it was also to complete the mission.
From beginning to end, Steve just wanted to live a relaxed life. He also wanted to find a few beautiful and virtuous wives and live a life with his wife and children by the warm hearth.
The mission rewards were all good things, and only these rewards could make him temporarily stop loafing around and enter a state of ambition.
"Good. I will send the Blood Guard to assist you. Nissa, once you have the information, go with Captain."
Noth was very generous. He wanted to see Steve's value, and it was also a way to make an example.
By eliminating the aberrant Vampires, he could continue developing Vampire gene modification. The syndicates that had been unwilling to help before would naturally pay the corresponding price.
"Yes, Father."
Nissa looked at Steve, her eyes filled with trust and reassurance.
Two days later.
In the Pentagon, General Ross was smoking a cigar, signing documents. (Incredible Hulk, Avengers 3, 4, Captain America 3 Black Widow appear)
A message came in, stating that an old man had died mysteriously in Miami.
The coroner's report indicated Gamma infection. This cause of death was very strange, so it was reported.
General Ross, who had been tracking Hulk, was overjoyed upon hearing this. He had lost track of Hulkafter losing him in Antarctica last time.
"I didn't expect this. Very good, I finally found a clue."
After some thought, General Ross immediately sent people to investigate what caused the Gamma infection.
Once the source was found, they could then trace back to Hulk's location through the origin of the item.
Following conventional thinking, Hulk would surely stay in a place he considered safe, so this was his tell!
However, finding the trail didn't mean they could capture him easily.
So he picked up the phone again and made a call. After a while, the other end connected.
"Fury, long time no see. I want to borrow someone from you."
As expected of a military man, he got straight to the point.
Fury was also a bit curious. He had also been keeping an eye on General Ross, and Hulk was on the Avengersroster.
"Oh? Who does the General intend to borrow?"
"Captain America, Steve Rogers."
Trying to take on Hulk with just one Super Soldier seemed unrealistic. But Captain America was different; he had his vibranium shield!
They just needed to contain Hulk, wait for other weapons to be in position, and they could naturally capture Hulkalive.
Fury had a headache. He was already bald, and now his veins were practically bulging.
"He's not available. He's currently on a secret mission, and the exact timing is uncertain.
Furthermore, he's on vacation. If you want his help, you might as well talk to him yourself. I'll give you his phone number."
A higher rank crushes people!
Even Fury couldn't disobey an order from the Secretary-General.
This was very rare; the Secretary-General directly interfering in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s affairs. This had not happened before, nor was it allowed.
But who made Steve Captain America! He had this privilege and this special treatment.
"This, alright, I'll talk to him myself." General Ross wasn't aware of Steve's slacking and privileges, so he didn't make it difficult for the other party.
Manhattan National Park Villa Area.
Steve was helping Sharon with her morning run workout, adapting indoors first before moving outdoors later.
The phone rang. Steve, busy accelerating, said somewhat annoyed, "Who is it?"
"This is General Thaddeus Ross. I have a special case tracking a dangerous criminal that requires your assistance."
"What's your price?"
Before General Ross could finish, Steve immediately started talking about the price.
"What price?" General Ross was confused; his mind couldn't keep up with such a jumpy thought process.
"Don't you pay people to help? How can you even ask without offering money?"
Steve scoffed. Still a General, huh? Not paying, planning to get free labor, right?
"Are you Captain America Steve?" General Ross pulled the phone away to confirm he hadn't dialed the wrong number.
"The one and only. If you want my help, the matter must be very dangerous, so you'll have to pay more. Think about what price you're willing to pay and then contact me."
Steve dropped the phone and looked mischievously at Sharon, who was covering her mouth to suppress her laughter, afraid of disturbing his call.
Chapter 59 The Hulk is angry and the captain is watching
General Ross looked at the phone, the call ended, his mind in a state of shutdown.
Is this Captain America?
Does Captain America talk like this?
Shouldn't he be selfless and devoted to his country and people? This doesn't seem right!
Is his approach wrong?
General Ross, full of self-doubt, made another call to Fury to ask, and the result was that Captain America was indeed Captain America, just different from before.
Because he was genuinely himself, with no issues of fakery, it could only be attributed to being frozen for seventy years, and waking up different from before.
"Steve? Hmph, if there's no butcher Zhang, do we have to eat hairy pigs?"
General Ross opened his contacts again, and the list contained elite Marine Corps special forces, all king-level soldiers.
To deal with the Hulk, he needed a king-level soldier who could contend with and restrain him; only then could he be subdued with sonic weapons.
Captain America won't come?
Then he would create his own Captain America!
--
A few days later.
Banner, resting in a Brazilian favela, suddenly opened his eyes; he seemed to sense something was amiss.
Just then, his phone rang with a text message.
It was from You-Know-Who, a Dr. Blue, who had received his blood sample last time.
He said he could cure Banner, but needed to find the key problem, and it would be best to have the original experimental data for reference and corroboration.
This put Banner in a dilemma; all his data was in a U.S. university laboratory.
The chance to save himself was at hand, so he had to find a way to return to the United States.
Just then, footsteps came from upstairs.
A special forces unit surrounded his rented room in a triangular formation.
In an armored vehicle not far away, General Ross was directing the operation.
"All units, prepare to move!"
Thump, thump, thump!
Several tranquilizer darts pierced the bedsheet and pinned into the bed frame, but when soldiers pulled back the covers, there was no one there.
Banner had already climbed down a rope and was hiding in a female worker's home.
The last time, when ruffians harassed her, he helped her out, and she developed a good impression of him.
This time, she had just come out of the shower, but in this situation, she was still willing to help Banner hide, which showed true loyalty.
Otherwise, she would have just chased him out as a ruffian.
In the distance, Steve, who had been dispatched, was also watching the show.
Tony was beside him, and the two were drinking juice and watching with binoculars, thoroughly entertained.
"You say the Hulk is really terrifying?"
Tony drank vegetable juice to suppress the symptoms of palladium poisoning. His Arc Reactor had not yet been improved, and direct contact with his body inevitably led to toxins entering his bloodstream.
This kind of death was incredibly painful, but he couldn't find a good solution and didn't want to ask for help, so he just let it be for now.
"It's alright, you might not be his opponent. Don't feel ashamed, the Hulk is not to be trifled with. Wanna bet how many people will die this time?"
Steve was completely slacking off; he only agreed to help after Fury's incessant nagging.
He was only assigned to the periphery; General Rossclearly still held a grudge against him because of that phone call.
It should have been Steve who held a grudge against him; he was at a critical moment, and that inexplicable call was a real mood killer!
"Oh? A hundred?"
"Around there. I bet between two hundred and five hundred."
"Alright, what are we betting?"
"Whoever loses treats for a late-night snack tonight. I heard there's a great barbecue place."
While the two were talking, Banner had already left the apartment with the help of the female employee.
A special forces operative followed, tracking him through a large area of drying clothes. He ran wildly.
But as soon as he pushed aside the clothes blocking his way, he found himself at a six-story drop. He lost his footing, fell, and was crippled!
Banner, in a panic, decided to return to the soda factory and then leave through the back door, which led to the docks. That way, he could not only shake off his pursuers but also return to the United States by water.
On the way, he encountered five ruffians. After they exchanged glances, they also recognized Banner.
"Oh no!"
These were the same ruffians who had cornered the female employee at the soda factory a few days ago; if Banner hadn't helped, she would have been assaulted.
Enemies meeting again, their eyes burned with hatred.
"Get him! Beat him to death!"
Banner turned and ran, weaving through the dense crowd, using passersby as cover to escape.
Soon, he ran into the soda factory.
Before he could reach the back door, three thugs appeared in front, blocking his way with steel pipes.
Thugs were also chasing him from behind, grinning cruelly.
"F*ck you, trying to steal my woman! Get him! Beat him to death!"
At first, Banner managed to take down one with the moves taught by a martial artist, but soon, as iron rods rained down on him, he was knocked down.
The thugs showed him no mercy, surrounding him and kicking and punching him.
Clang!
The iron rods in the thugs' hands were bent; such a blow could truly kill someone!
Banner was beaten bloody and thrown directly from the third floor.
The special forces also arrived, led by Bronski, the soldier recruited for the mission (Abomination).
"Haha! He's dead for sure now!"
"Roar!"
A Beast-like roar came from below, and in the darkness, a pair of glowing green eyes startled the thugs.
"Target sighted!"
Bronski had just spoken when a thug crashed through a stack of metal shelves, finally slamming into the wall next to him.
His body was unnaturally twisted, dead beyond any doubt!
Such a gruesome death made even the battle-hardened king-level soldier's eyebrows twitch.
One, two, three,
All the thugs who had participated in beating Bannerwere violently flung away, crashing into concrete pillars and dying horribly.
Tat-tat-tat!
Assault rifles began to suppress the Hulk, and the special forces behind them threw stun grenades into the darkness.
With a sonic explosion, everyone instinctively covered their ears.
The prepared soldiers, armed with guns loaded with potent tranquilizer darts, unleashed a storm on the Hulk, but the needles couldn't even penetrate his skin, clinking uselessly to the ground.
The Hulk looked back at the special forces, seemingly with a cruel smile.
Bang!
A massive, nearly three-ton oil tank was kicked directly by the Hulk, crashing through electrical wires and instantly killing a special forces soldier who couldn't dodge in time!
Two others narrowly escaped, but their lower halves weren't quick enough, getting crushed against the wall by the oil tank, and they fainted on the spot from the pain!
Hiss!
The Hulk's combat power was terrifying!
Even Tony, in the distance, couldn't help but gasp. Only now did he understand what that 'black guy' Directormeant.
Gamma radiation, so the monster it created was really that strong!
And the radioactive spider bite, and Mutants?
After his initial surprise, Tony felt a thrill and anticipation; this World seemed to be getting more and more interesting.
He turned to look at Captain America, only to find that the Captain had, at some point, bought a bucket of grilled skewers and beer, eating and watching.
He was treating the battle like a blockbuster movie!
Is this Captain America?
Where is your compassion, your leading from the front?
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"Alright, alright, you're eating without calling me, huh?"
"I was worried about your palladium poisoning getting worse," Steve said matter-of-factly.
"So, I should thank you then?" Tony was somewhat speechless; he couldn't find a reason to refute.
"You're welcome, we're friends, after all."
Tony: I'm not human, but you're a real jerk!
The pursuit continued, or rather, it had devolved into a one-sided Carnage!
Facing Rocket launcher bombardments, Hulk remained unharmed. He was merely enraged, and the consequence was him directly throwing a three-ton oil tank at the special forces.
In the blink of an eye, the unit was annihilated.
Even the squad leader, Bronski, was drenched in cold sweat; the feeling of brushing past death was truly exhilarating!
Especially after witnessing Hulk's astonishing strength, all he felt was fear, and then longing!
If he could also acquire such power, who in the army would dare to look down on him?
Born in Russia but serving in the U.S. military, being discriminated against was only natural.
Discrimination and unfair treatment could ignite potential and carve out a path.
"It's my turn to make an appearance!"
Tony said, throwing the barbecue skewer aside, closing his Iron Man mask, and chasing after Hulk.
"Hey, big guy, we can talk this over!"
Tony, wearing the Iron Man Suit, landed in front of Hulk, who was fleeing to the outskirts. He really wanted to see how much of a difference there was between Hulk's combat power and his own.
"Get out!"
As soon as Hulk finished speaking, Tony was sent spiraling away by a kick.
Bang!
He crashed into the ruins, unable to get up for a moment, his head ringing.
He couldn't even clearly see how fast the enraged Hulk's kick was!
Dizzy and disoriented, Tony was still unaccustomed to combat. Who was he? Where was he? What was he supposed to do?
General Ross, observing from afar, also gasped; in his entire career, he had never encountered such a tricky monster!
Buzz!
Tony activated his sonic weapon, using ultrasonic waves to interfere with nerves, causing paralysis and fainting.
Hulk quickly covered his ears, his eardrums almost splitting. The pain made him even more enraged, and his eyes became bloodshot.
Thump!
The running Hulk forcefully knocked Iron Man away, who then began to wreak havoc uncontrollably throughout the city.
Houses collapsed, cars were sent flying, and innocent pedestrians suffered heavy casualties!
Seeing the situation deviate severely, General Rosscouldn't sit still.
Although it was in Brazil, this area was still the United States' backyard. But with so many people dead, he would still face impeachment.
Left with no choice, he could only pick up the phone.
"Captain, can you help contain that monster?"
"Yes, after I'm done with this, I have to rush back. I have a date with a beautiful woman!"
General Ross, after ending the call, had his head buzzing. Was this really Captain America?
"When did Captain value romance more than serious business?"
"Perhaps seventy years of pent-up desire can't wait any longer," the elderly female secretary quipped from the side, her eyes fixed on Captain America, who was starting to move on the screen. With that physique, she'd be willing even if she had to pay him!
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As Steve arrived in front of Hulk, a strange mission appeared.
"Detected host entering Hulk's exclusive storyline. Mission 'There's a Love Called Letting Go' released."
"There's a Love Called Letting Go: Defeat the enraged Hulk, obtain the breakup letter written to Betty Ross, and help Banner get the Gamma experiment data.
Mission Reward: Righteous Disguise.
Righteous Disguise: As Captain, you are always right, always righteous. Whatever you do can be disguised as righteousness, even slacking off at work, poaching others' partners..."
Hiss!
Breakup letter?
Steve recalled the origin of Hulk: wasn't it due to Gamma Ray radiation causing a mutation, and he severely injured Betty and General Ross?
He also destroyed the laboratory, causing many innocent people to die tragically.
Perhaps it was out of guilt? Or perhaps he knew that Gamma Rays would prevent him from having a partner?
"Get out!"
Hulk saw the man who appeared before him. The first impression brought by the good-favor halo prevented him from attacking immediately, even in his rage.
"Hulk, I'm here to help you. Before that, let's have a fight. If you win, you can leave. If you lose, then obediently accept my help."
"Hulk will not lose!"
Before Steve could finish speaking, Hulk charged forward, his right fist, the size of a truck tire, coming with a whoosh.
Thump!
Hulk himself was sent flying back. Steve, holding his shield in his right hand, also retreated two or three steps under the augmentation of Tarot Qi Gong.
He used a unique technique to transfer the force into the ground, causing the ground to crack and form spiderweb-like fissures.
"That punch must have been a hundred tons of force! And it doesn't seem to be his limit!
Hiss, if it weren't for the shield combined with Tarot Martial Arts and Qi Gong deflecting ninety percent of the force, I might not have been able to withstand it!
No wonder Hulk could punch down a nearly hundred-ton Chitauri Leviathan. He's got something!"
Learning from the previous ambush by an anti-material sniper rifle, Steve kept his Tarot Qi Gong active at all times, which allowed him to successfully block a furious blow from Hulk.
His Super Soldier physique, combined with Qi Gong restoration, instantly eliminated muscle soreness, preventing muscle strains and allowing him to continue fighting.
As soon as the fallen Hulk stood up, Steve had already rushed in front of him.
Bang, bang, bang!
Three consecutive punches landed on his face, and the last punch sent Hulk flying.
Thump!
Hulk fell heavily to the ground, but he quickly got up, wiggled his jaw, and spat out a knocked-out tooth.
This scene made both General Ross and Bronski, who were watching, involuntarily stand up!
"Is this the combat power of a Super Soldier?"
"I must obtain such power!"
Bronski's heart roared madly. If he could have this power, he would be the strongest taxi soldier, and this glory would belong to him!
His extensive combat experience, combined with the vibranium shield for defense, and using Tarot Martial Arts as an offensive method, allowed him to move with swift speed.
Even so, Steve still took nearly an hour to wear down Hulk.
He didn't defeat him head-on; it was just that Hulk's rage subsided, and his rationality returned, which caused him to disappear.
General Ross immediately sent people to apprehend Banner, who had reverted to a normal person.
"Thank you, Captain, you're truly impressive."
"You're welcome. I need to talk to him alone, just twenty minutes. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Steve took the opportunity to request an interrogation; he was still thinking about the mission reward, otherwise, he would have already run off.
"This... alright."
General Ross also didn't want to offend Steve over such a small matter; the other party had already demonstrated his combat prowess, enough to earn his respect.