"Captain Rogers, surrender immediately."
"Repeat, surrender immediately."
The rotary machine gun beneath the Quinjet began spinning up.
Captain Rogers stared grimly at the Quinjet in the distance. His grip did not loosen in the slightest; instead, the motorcycle beneath him accelerated faster and faster.
The next second, dozens of bullets shot toward Rogers from the rotary machine gun.
They struck the ground ahead, kicking up clouds of dust that rapidly extended toward Rogers in a continuous line.
Yet under such a barrage, Rogers showed no panic as he charged out of the hail of bullets.
His eyesight and mental reaction speed, several times greater than an ordinary person's, allowed Rogers to dodge the trajectories several times and rapidly close in on the Quinjet.
When he drew within fifty meters, he suddenly reached back and seized the edge of his shield. With a powerful swing, he hurled the round shield straight out.
The Vibranium shield traced a beautiful arc through the air before viciously lodging itself in the two exposed vertical propulsion rotors on either side of the Quinjet.
One-third of the shield pierced straight into the propulsion hub, sending out a shower of sparks and flashes of electricity while directly halting the normal operation of one propulsion system.
Although the aircraft could still maintain stable flight, it could no longer change direction nimbly.
Rogers, still speeding forward, squeezed the front brake all the way down, causing the entire motorcycle to flip forward in an instant.
Rogers used the momentum to leap, crossing nearly ten meters and rising six meters into the air before landing atop the aircraft.
With a flip, he reached the rotor hub. He pulled with all his strength and only barely managed to wrench the shield free.
The entire aircraft tilted with the motion, trying to throw