In the satellite footage, Mike is running along the sidewalk.
Fury asked casually, "How long has this kid been running around?"
Fitz answered seriously, "Twelve minutes and forty-five seconds."
Mike's running speed is stable at between 100 meters and five to six seconds. For ordinary people, this speed is like flying. But this is Marvel Universe, which is so extraordinary for ordinary people that we often see people chasing cars in the news.
So Fury just complained, "This guy is really persistent."
"Yes." Coulson showed a melancholy expression and turned to look at Clint.
Look at what I'm doing, I'm also very persistent, okay...Hawkeye is entering middle age, in a sensitive period, Coulson's look of sympathy for someone with the same disease almost made him furious.
Simmons is good at biochemistry, and the main person who works on site is Fitz. Her role is to do some chores and make Fitz less nervous. So she has the energy to pay attention to the conversations of S.H.I.E.L.D. core members.
"Is this how these legendary figures get along with each other on a daily basis?" Simmons scratched his cheek, it seemed to be different from what he imagined. But then I thought about it, if I really want to pretend like in the novels and comics, I can't get through life?
At this time Fury suddenly asked Fitz: "Mike is not just running around. Where is his destination, or the battlefield he chose?"
Fitz calls up a map with the movement lines of Mike on it.
"Central Park?" Fury guessed that he himself is an expert in strategy and tactics.
"Yes, Director. Based on the dynamic analysis, 96.7% is Central Park." This needs to be replaced by someone else. It is estimated that "the Director is clever and clever, wise and powerful" and other praise words should be quickly added. It is not sure whether this thing is useful or not, but the cost is low. After shooting, just don't flatter yourself.
Fury After taking another look at Fitz, forget about the number ninety-six percent. How did you get the seven after the decimal point?
Is this guy trying to trick people?
Fury rambled. "Why did you choose Central Park? Isn't my Corona Park card enough?"
Coulson said, "I think it's just relatively close."
Central Park is in the center of Manhattan District, Corona Park is at Queens Flushing.
It was the rush hour at this time, and the traffic jam in the city center had caused constipation for ten days. A whole bottle of uncorked lotion would not help. On the contrary, the drivers of Black Brother were relatively calm. They turned on the stereo, turned up the volume, and swayed to the rhythm, with the soul of Rap burning.
"Look!" A black taxi driver with dreadlocks suddenly pointed to the sidewalk. "Look, someone is running very fast, as if he is flying. It's so cool~ I have to take a photo."
He took out his cell phone, and then saw a strong man wearing sunglasses suddenly running out fifty meters in front of the runner. He was half-kneeling on the ground, carrying an RPG on his shoulders.
"Oh my god, it's so crazy." Brother Hei witnessed the Rocket bullet flying towards the runner with its tail flame, "Is it because he was speeding on the sidewalk?"
Thinking of this, Brother Hei felt guilty. Today he was not only speeding, but also ran a red light. There must be a "Patriot" missile waiting for him ahead.
Boom!
There was a violent explosion on the sidewalk. Brother Hei took a picture of the explosion scene and said, "That's great. Now my number of followers will definitely exceed a thousand." The guilt just now was gone, and he didn't panic about the explosion.
In fact, except for the driver near the explosion, everyone else nearby was basically calm. Some simply abandoned the car and looked for cover, and some simply stayed in the car to observe the aftermath.
"Where's that cool guy?" Brother Hei didn't see Runner, "Could it have been blown to pieces? It's so pitiful... wait a minute!"
Brother Hei rubbed his eyes and discovered something was wrong - the big man carrying the RPG was still half-kneeling on the ground, motionless. His chest was clearly facing him, but why did he see the back of the big man's head?
"Has your neck been twisted 180 degrees?"
Brother Hei was horrified and saw a figure disappearing at the end of the street from the corner of his eye.
Compared with the shoulder-fired micro-missiles produced by Stark, Dahan's RPG has rough craftsmanship, inferior materials, and smells like cheap goods. The initial speed of the launched grenade is appallingly slow. It's a big deal if it can hit Mike.
While dodging the grenade, Mike punched the big man in the face with such force that it turned his neck 180 degrees.
The killer who was ambushing near the supermarket at first was actually thrown away because it was too congested. The killer who came behind bought the information from an intelligence dealer, so he simply ambush on Mike's route of action.
RPG is just a small episode on Mike's way forward. There are no Gatling Bodhisattvas, high-explosive grenades, flamethrowers... Mike has experienced these personally, and conventional weapons such as rifles and pistols are not worth mentioning.
"We're finally here." At an entrance of Central Park, Mike looked up at the starry sky. His Observation Haki was not strong enough to sense satellites, but he knew that there must be military-grade satellites shooting at him.
"The labor and management have been around for so long, so they should be almost evacuated."
Central Park is open from 10 a. m. to 4 to 5:30 p. m. At this time, apart from the staff, there should be no other people waiting. However, in fact, couples and Internet celebrities often sneak in to save rent and find excitement, and there are also many homeless people. Mike dragged around for half an hour, leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. to evacuate people in the park.
"Damn it!" Fury cursed, "Just tell us it was Central Park from the beginning. How could it be possible to clear out more than 300 hectares of the park in half an hour?"
Coulson said, "Mike seems to be resistant to S.H.I.E.L.D.."
Hawkeye:"Same feeling."
Fury cursed, "Why? Did you withhold the pension when his mother retired from the bureau?"
By the way, Mike's mother was a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and she was tired of it. Then the Bureau approved her retirement and a large pension, so Mao Mike was against S.H.I.E.L.D..
Fury glanced at Black Widow, "Mike is a playboy, you know?"
Black Widow is not shy at all. "Can this task be reimbursed for the cost of renting a room?"
In this regard, Fury was very generous. "Get lost!"
Isn't it enough to feel great?
Pushing the envelope...
Too much!
"This is... a polar bear?" Mike entered the park and came to the polar zone of the zoo. At this time, the venue was quiet, and there was only Mike. He and the polar bear stared at each other.
"Hello." This is the first time Mike has seen a polar bear. Next time, let's go with Skye and Chloe. Chloe will like the cute little penguins and geese.
The polar bear slowly walked to the edge of the safety glass, stood upright, and pressed its forelimbs against the glass.
Suddenly, a trace of human spirituality flashed in the polar bear's eyes, and the bear's paws violently slapped the safety glass twice in a row.
At the first palm, cracks appeared in the glass like spider webs.
With the second palm, the glass shattered directly.
The polar bear got down on all fours and ran towards Mike. The speed was extremely fast, which was inconsistent with its seemingly clumsy body shape.
What does it feel like when a polar bear attacks you from the front?
Mike I want to say that it feels very oppressive.