Captain America was still very alert to Melinda standing in front of him wearing a knight armor. After all, judging from what he did just now, he was very skilled. "Is he a friend?"

"At least it's not an enemy, he just helped us solve those annoying fighters." Peggy Carter was sure that the man in front of him was definitely not a Hydra, but he couldn't just be judged as a friend because of this.

Cracking, Melinda slowly tilted her head, and a sour sound made a sound between the friction of the armor, which looked really creepy. You two seemed to have decided that I was a man between you and you! Please, is my gender really that difficult to tell? Is it still a little ups and downs, even though I am wearing armor now... Yes, now the armor is flat, not me, Melinda slapped hard on the slightly loose breastplate. Can you please take a closer look?!

However, Peggy Carter and Captain America looked at each other, wondering why the guy was so excited about it.

Merlinda sighed, intending to indicate her identity in order to avoid any misunderstandings. But she discovered a very desperate fact. She really didn't know what evil was involved in this armor. No matter what she said, the sound of the helmet was "Ass..."

"Arthur? Is this your name?" The British lady Peggy Carter immediately sighed, "It actually has the same name as the legendary Knight King of my motherland. It's such a good name for a man!"

Melinda was stunned and immediately shook her head firmly. Peggy Carter asked in confusion, "Isn't it?"

Yes, Arthur's pronunciation just now was very muddy and low, and it seemed that there was a deep resentment hidden inside. Who would use this feeling to say his name? And from the tone of his speech...

At this time, Captain America pointed at his head and shook his head. After seeing it, Peggy Carter nodded, and then the two of them took a step back at the same time. That's right, the guy in front of him seemed to be a little abnormal in his mental state.

When Melinda saw this situation, she gave up talking and thought to herself, just open her helmet. But... it seemed to be stuck...

This helmet can open and close automatically in normal times, but now I don’t know if it has been damaged in the battle just now, but it can’t be opened. Melinda was anxious and held her head with her hands to take off her helmet. But no matter how hard she used her power, the helmet would be stuck there and it didn’t move at all. What is this? Are equipment not allowed to be taken off during the battle? The quality of the things produced by Evanson and the others is indeed unreliable! Melinda was so angry that she stomped her feet!

But after seeing this scene, Peggy Carter and Captain America pushed two more steps back. They held their heads with their hands and shook left and right, and beat their chests and stamped their feet there. The guy's head was indeed not clear. Could it be that this is the legendary berserker?!

Finally, Melinda's slightly manic movement finally stopped. She completely gave up the idea of ​​taking off her helmet now, but she pointed to Peggy Carter's eyes and pointed to her helmet. She knew that Ms. Carter's vision is different from that of ordinary people, and she might be able to see her true face through her helmet.

Peggy Carter immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry, since you don't want to tell your true identity, and you specially wear such a helmet to cover your face. Out of respect, I will not peek at you."

Well... Melinda was stunned there. She spread her hands and turned sideways, making an invitation. You two should leave quickly. It would be too difficult to communicate like this!

Captain America and Peggy Carter looked at each other, kept a certain distance from Melinda, and slipped past her. They still had very important tasks to do now. As for this guy... let's meet again if you are destined to do.

Melinda turned around and said that she was full of breath and had nowhere to vent her. And what should I do now? She looked down at the huge aircraft carrier under her feet, slowly knelt on one knee, and then... stood up again.

Although the idea of ​​using your own strength to control this aircraft carrier is beautiful, fighter jets and aircraft carriers are not the same concept at all! If this can be done, you might as well grab the earth on your back.

So he had to search for the weapons scattered on the ground by the Hydra soldiers who were searching around him, and finally found an automatic rifle and a...rpg!

When Captain America and the others were doing well, the Falcon was about to get it done. Of course, he was helped.

Melinda's sudden appearance eliminated most of the wingman, but there was still a formation of planes biting the Falcon. This was very uncomfortable. The Falcon's flight device was not armed. The only one that could be called a weapon was the two slight rushes he carried with him, which were similar to the water-sniffing guns. Using this thing to counterattack was no different from seeking death.

So he had to use his superb flight skills and the help of the surrounding human bodies to deal with these aircraft. Fortunately, these aircraft were biting tightly. The anti-aircraft artillery on the aircraft carrier next to him had all ceased due to the snatching weapons, otherwise he would have been shot down long ago.

But at this time, a very fast figure passed by him and roughly invaded his communication headset. "Note to the left, the little family sparrow..."

Seeing the figure wrapped in tight armor flying past him at a rapid speed, the Falcon thought it was Captain America and the others finally realized the idea, so the world was in a hurry and invited the Iron Hero to help him.

But he clearly heard the sound in the headset was made by a woman, and the man's armor was like himself, with a pair of wings installed. However, unlike his carbon fiber wings, it was a larger steel wing and a turbine engine installed.

"The Black Chapter, the Pharaoh Eagle, is clearing the airspace."

Since Farrell accepted this set of armor, he actually has not many opportunities to appear, and he has even fewer formally participated in the battle. The reason is that most missions of the Black Chamber Department do not require air support. (I don’t think my armor consumption and maintenance costs are too high. Farrell is whispering) But this time, it is her home court.

With a click, Farrell's mouth, which was only exposed outside the armor, was also closed, and his breathing was supplied by the oxygen loaded inside the armor. This allowed her body to withstand higher altitude and greater speed. The turbo engine on the huge steel wings burst out dazzling blue light, and she quickly raised the height and roved, attacking the fighter jets chasing the Falcon from a few sides.

Unlike the Falcon, which had no power to fight back, Farrell's armor was armed to his teeth. The rocket launch slot in his hand was always connected to the calculation center of his armor. After completing the lock, it immediately opened fire. The three fighters immediately turned into fireballs and fell from the sky.

The rest of the people reacted and prepared to fight back, but she cunnedly inserted into their formation, making them afraid to open fire easily. At this time, she turned her body and changed the direction of the flight, almost sticking to the top of a plane, lifting up the micro machine gun on her wrist and shooting at the cockpit, and the pilot inside immediately burst into blood.

Immediately afterwards, she suddenly straightened her body, and the two huge steel wings also changed directions, slowing down at a high speed, and landed behind the fighter jets in an instant.

"All targets are locked, and the rocket barrage is coming!"

Ferrell fired micro missiles in an instant, both on his shoulders, chest, arms, and sides of his thighs. Because the distance was too close and completely locked, the fighters didn't even have time to release the jamming bombs, and they were all reimbursed in an instant.

"Tsk, this is called justice from heaven!" Farrell laughed proudly. Then he fired a missile at the main control computer located at the bottom of the aircraft carrier, making a hole in the layer of reinforced glass, allowing the Falcon to drill in.

In the distant building, Pierce was worried when he saw this scene. Someone ran into the main control computer room, which would definitely be nothing good. But then again, the location of the main control computer should be considered a key part, at least the status should not be lower than the ammunition depot and power, right? Why is such a key place designed to be exposed? The only protection is a circle of reinforced glass?

Could it be...Pearce gritted his teeth and when he turned around, I would write those engineers on the list of care! This must be the flaw that they are not firm in their thinking and unwilling to abandon this old world full of temptation, so they deliberately left behind!

Thinking about it, they are technical talents with real talents and knowledge. Who is not a good person? Why do you go crazy with you and build a dystopian high-pressure world?

When Falcon changed its chip and walked to the hole, he saw Farrell floating there waiting for him. This made him envious again. His flight device could not be able to levitate like this, but he was more impressed. If he was allowed to slow down like Farrell just now, he would probably die there on the spot. "Black Chapter, right? Thank you for your help."

"It should be done." Farrell put down his cover, tilted his head and looked at the Falcon. "You can fly well, please give me a name."

"Ahem...I'm Shan..." Sam straightened his chest and cleared his throat and planned to report his real name. But he thought that he should have a loud nickname now. So he changed his words and said, "I'm Falcon!"

"Haha..." But Farrell smiled and looked at Sam's simple flight device. "What kind of eagle are you? Hurry up and support your friend, little sparrow."

"Hmph, I'm the Eagle..." Sam curled his lips, spread his wings and flew over to pick up Captain America.

"It seems that your plan is not going well." At this moment, the members of the committee also saw this, and Brissack laughed at Pierce in gloating.

"It's just a small problem." Pierce moved his neck and picked up a pistol. He could no longer stand the noise of these people. "But it's a big problem for you."

Brissack knew that his death might be coming, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, but he took a step forward, pulled his feet and tied his tie, and turned back and smiled at Teresa. "Generally speaking, French gentlemen should pay attention to women first, but now I'm afraid I'm going to go to the line."

"You...I said, your joke is not funny at all." Teresa slowly closed her eyes, unable to bear to see the scene that was about to happen next. But what she heard was not the sound of shooting, but the loud sound of glass breaking.

At this critical moment, Farrell broke the window and flew in. The huge airflow driven on his wings suddenly blew Pierce aside. The action team members in the room immediately raised their guns, and some people pointed them at him, and some wanted to shoot the committee's people immediately.

But Farrell was one step ahead of them and fired the only non-destructive weapon on his body, shocking missile! Everyone's heads were buzzing in an instant. When they woke up, they saw that all the operation team members had fallen to the ground. Everyone's chests were gurgling and blood was gusting outwards.

At this time, the micro missile launcher erected on Farrell's shoulder slowly fell down, "The Eagle of the Pharaoh of the Black Chapter Division, was ordered to come and rescue."

Brisak, who escaped the disaster, slowly stood up and nodded at Farrell and said, "What did you say? What black? I can't hear it!"

"Oh..." Farrell sighed. This is a side effect of shocking missiles, which can cause temporary severe tinnitus.

"Heizhang Department, I really thank you very much, but..." After a while, Brissack and the others could finally hear people talking. After knowing the origin of Farrell and giving a simple thanks, his occupational disease immediately committed "How do you know what's going on here? You can't read that Twitter news, right?"

But before Farrell could answer, Pierce, who was lying on the ground, stood up staggeringly, "Isn't this an obvious thing? The Black Chamber and Malik are very close to each other, it must be his order. But you don't have to feel glad that Malik is a Hydra like me, and the Black Chamber is actually a protective umbrella cover unit. Colluding with Malik, this is a very huge web of conspiracy."

"Hmph." Petrov snorted coldly at this time, "Do you think anyone else would believe what you said?"

Look at what you are talking about? Malik is our old comrade. Why would he resign if he was Hydra? Isn’t it better to stay in the committee and take care of each other? And why would he send someone to save us if Hydra?

What other umbrellas are there? You say that the umbrella originated from the Third Reich, and then you imply that the umbrella is Nick Fury's arson team, and then you just say that Nick Fury is the umbrella person. Now you say that Malik is also colluding with the umbrella?

Then I'll ask you, are there any people in this world who are not protective umbrellas? I've seen it now. What kind of protective umbrellas are completely a false organization created by you Hydra, which is used to create smoke bombs that chaotic disperse their sights. There is no protective umbrella in this world at all!

Pierce was too lazy to explain now. He knew that no one believed anything he said. At this moment, someone flew in through the window. It was a huge hideous and ugly bat.

Bats are terrifying, and most people will feel itchy when they see them, let alone such a huge bat. But this time people are very calm because they really can't be afraid.

I saw that there was obviously a person riding on the back of this huge bat, but they were not as cool as Farrell. Maybe it was because the floor here was too smooth. I don’t know how long it had been for this big bat to cut his nails, so as soon as it landed, four claws whirred around the ground. It didn’t matter. The person on his back quickly pulled the reins. The bat raised his head suddenly and lost his balance. So under this chain reaction, he thumped and fell to the ground with a thump.

The scene was so quiet. Evanson never expected this to happen. He quickly jumped up from the ground, as if as long as he moved fast enough, the scene just now could be regarded as never before.

Everyone seemed to be as he wished. After all, they were a powerful Avenger who was said to be able to play with soul magic, and they flew in on a terrifying monster. There was a green flame on their shoulders, so they still had to give them face. And at this time, the flame on his shoulder suddenly became strong, and he stretched out a finger to seem to want to say something. Everyone immediately held their breath, but they saw him swing his hand, silently walking to a corner of the wall and took off his mask, and then "Uh... uh... wow..."

It was because of his lack of riding skills that he was a little nauseous when flying outside. He couldn't help but fall so dizzy. Evanson no longer wore a hood now. He took a few breaths and walked back slowly, picked up the bottle of champagne and poured it into his mouth. "Huh, it's much more comfortable. Can you think that what happened just now hasn't happened?"

"Haha..." Pierce pointed at him casually. "He is also a member of the Umbrella Company, and his status is not low and belongs to the leadership class."

Petrov tilted his head and looked at the hot and hot thing in the corner. Oh, are you just lying to the brain now?

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Chapter completed!