"Do it!"
Rumlow roared.
The narrow elevator car instantly turned into a fighting arena.
Steve·Rogers, the man who beat the Nazis like sandbags in World War II, did not give these Hydra agents any chance.
"Bang!"
He kicked the agent on the left side in the knee, and the sound of bone cracking could be heard clearly.
The moment the man fell, Steve grabbed his tactical vest and used him as a human shield to hit the agent on the right who was about to draw his gun.
The two rolled into a ball.
Rumlow pulled out the dagger, but before he could raise his hand, the edge of the red, white and blue Vibranium Shield had already cut into his wrist.
"Click."
Rumlow screamed, and the dagger flew out of his hand.
Steve didn't stop. He took advantage of the small space with elbow strikes, knee strikes, shield strikes, and uppercuts.
Every blow was accompanied by a dull sound of flesh colliding.
Fifteen point three seconds later.
There is no longer any Hydra agent standing in the elevator.
"Huh..."
Steve stepped on the edge of Vibranium Shield, the shield jumped up, reached out to catch it and attached it to his arm again.
Rumlow covered his broken wrist and leaned in the corner with vicious eyes. "This is not the end, Captain. You can't get out S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
"I don't think so."
Steve turned around and smashed the elevator control panel with a shield.
Sparks flew.
The elevator that was descending at high speed suddenly stopped and braked, causing all those who fell to the ground to tumble again.
"Squeak--"
The elevator got stuck in mid-air, about the fifteenth floor.
Steve raised his head, looking through the elevator glass, he could see the Washington clear sky and Potomac River.
"Sorry, please send the repair bill to Vought."
As he spoke, he took two steps back, raised his shield, and sprinted forward.
"Wow--!!!"
The tempered glass shattered under the impact of Vibranium Shield.
Steve·Rogers is like an eagle spreading its wings, leaping down from a height of tens of meters.
The wind howled.
He adjusted his posture in the air and curled up behind the shield.
"Boom!"
The body hit the square on the first floor of S.H.I.E.L.D. Building hard.
The huge impact cracked the marble floor like a spider web, but he rolled forward and stood up unscathed.
Without any pause, he rushed towards the Harley motorcycle parked at the edge of the square.
The engine roars.
Steve lowered his body, turned the accelerator to the bottom, and the motorcycle rushed towards the Roosevelt bridge like an arrow from the string.
"Damn! He ran away!!"
S.H.I.E.L.D. Command Center, Sitwell looked at the surveillance camera with a nervous expression, "Block the bridge! Don't let him leave the special zone! Send out Quinjet!"
Theodore Roosevelt Bridge.
Steve leaned on the motorcycle and turned the accelerator to the bottom.
Pierce's hypocritical smile and the agents in the elevator who suddenly drew their swords were still echoing in his mind.
He knew most of those people, they were comrades who fought side by side during the Chitauri invasion.
Betrayal.
This taste is even more bitter than ice water in the cold winter.
suddenly.
"Buzz--!!!"
A huge roar of turbines came down from overhead.
Shadows covered the bridge deck.
A S.H.I.E.L.D. and a Quinjet hovered directly in front of him, blocking the way.
The Gatling cannon under the nose of the aircraft slowly rotated, and the black muzzle locked onto the speeding motorcycle.
"Steve·Rogers, stop the car immediately! Otherwise we will use lethal force!"
The pilot's cold warning came from the loudspeaker.
Steve did not slow down, but tightened his grip on the handlebars.
"Then come."
He held his shield in one hand and moved forward, preparing to resist the coming rain of bullets.
Just when the cannon was about to spit out tongues of fire.
"Bang--!"
An invisible air cannon blasted from the river below the bridge without warning, accurately hitting the left wing of Quinjet!
The huge impact caused the hovering fighter plane to instantly lose its balance and tilt to the right. At this deflection, all the bullets from the cannon hit the river, stirring up a water column several meters high.
"What's going on?!" the fighter pilot yelled in panic, "Encountered an unknown attack! Encountered..."
Before he could stabilize the fuselage.
"Yeah----!!!"
A burst of extremely sharp high-frequency sound waves followed!
The sound was like an invisible drill, directly shattering the reinforced glass of the Quinjet cockpit.
The pilot screamed in pain, blood flowed from his ear holes, and tried his best to control the attitude of the fighter plane and pull it upward.
"It's not over yet! Big Bird!" A rough voice sounded.
"Whoosh!"
A steel cable with an alloy grappling hook shot out from under the bridge and firmly latched onto the tilted wing of the fighter plane.
Then, the steel rope straightened!
Accompanied by the sound of the winch turning, a strong figure flew up from under the bridge along the steel cable, and jumped onto the back of the Quinjet machine by using inertia!
Iron Arm Joe.
His strong arms were raised high.
"Get me... down!!"
Boom!!
Iron Fist hit the fighter plane's turbine engine hard.
Flames flew everywhere and the engine blades shattered.
Quinjet, which lost power, spun black smoke and fell towards the Potomac River.
"Boom!!"
A huge splash of water.
Iron Arm Joe The second before the fighter plane crashed into the river, he jumped and landed firmly on the bridge.
At the same time, two other figures also climbed onto the bridge.
One is a woman holding a sonic amplifier--Sonic Girl.
The other is a man wearing goggles and wrapping his hands around the airflow - Wind Eye.
It was the "Wind City Guardians" trio who were rescued by Steve from Winter Soldier that night.
Steve slammed the brakes, and the motorcycle drew a black mark on the road and stopped.
He looked at the three young men in surprise, who were panting and even had old injuries on their bodies.
"You..."
"Instructor." Iron Arm Joe grinned, showing his white teeth, and saluted Steve with a less than standard military salute, "I heard that you have encountered some trouble?"
"Why are you here?" Steve asked.
"Director Ashley said you came to Washington to 'visit a friend', and we happen to be doing rehabilitation training here." Sonic Girl shook his hair, "We think... you may need some support."
"Although we are the 'second-rate heroes' who were dismissed." Wind Eye pushed up his glasses, "But we also know what it means to repay gratitude."
"You saved our lives last time." Iron Arm Joe stepped forward, clenched his fist and patted his chest, "This time, it's considered interest."
Steve looked at them.
The pricks who fought over who would sleep on the upper bunk in the training camp a few months ago have now learned to cooperate and stand up at critical moments.
The most important thing is that they are on their side.
After encountering the betrayal of S.H.I.E.L.D., he felt gratified to receive the warmth of comrades from three Vought heroes.
"Thank you."
Steve saluted solemnly.
"Salute to you, my instructor." The three of them saluted in unison.
Then, they climbed over the guardrail, jumped into the river, and disappeared into the river on a speedboat.
Steve restarted the engine and glanced at Triskelion behind him, which symbolized power.
Then it galloped towards the north of New York State.
Early next morning.
A well-planned nuclear explosion of public opinion detonated across the United States.
All major TV stations, online media, and social platforms are all covered in the same news.
On the screen is an old black and white photo.
In the photo, young Steve·Rogers is wearing a World War II-era uniform, but the logo of Hydra has been Photoshopped on the background.
There are also some shocking red characters next to it:
<Captain America? Or Hydra Captain?>