Chapter 360 Fight Individually

"You know, I always like new things. For me, some old things, such as the steel suit, will eventually become a pile of junk."

Faced with Mark43's ridicule, Tony raised his eyebrows and replied not to be outdone.

Of course, although he was not polite at all in his counterattack, looking at the armor that he had upgraded and transformed in front of him, Tony's heart was obviously not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

Theoretically speaking, the energy in Mark43's body is not enough to support the operation of this suit for such a long time or even fight. However, the Mark43 in front of him still appeared to have sufficient energy even after being away from him for such a long time. Tony attributed this to the wonderful ability of the [Rat Spell].

After all, even a huge statue like the Statue of Liberty can be resurrected, and it does not seem to be too difficult to provide long-term energy for a steel suit.

"You're just as annoying as ever, Tony."

Facing Tony's sarcastic retort, Mark43's golden mask eyes flashed with white light: "Sometimes, I really can't understand why you are so annoying, but you can still continue to live well."

"Maybe it's because I'm smart enough. I'm a super genius after all."

Lifting Mark47's wrist and tapping the transparent helmet on his face, Tony responded seriously: "And you have nothing inside, Mark43."

"Super genius?"

Inside the steel suit, Mark43's tone became colder and colder: "You are more self-righteous than I thought, Tony."

"I think I'm telling a fact."

"Tony, only living geniuses are geniuses. Dead ones are just corpses, and your ending is destined to be that corpse."

"I can at least leave one body behind. If you die, it will be just a pile of scrap metal. But it doesn't matter. I will use your remaining parts to build a new suit. What do you think? Would it be better to be called a clown or a coward?"

"I have to say, Tony, you really are a genius when it comes to pissing people off."

The white flying light in his eyes became more and more dazzling. Faced with Tony's fierce retaliation, even Mark43, who was in a steel suit, began to have emotional fluctuations.

"You're not alone, Mark43."

Bang——

On the opposite side, the words in Tony's mouth fell, and the next second the pale golden laser cannon was suddenly fired from Mark43's chest.

After the dazzling cluster cannon passed by in the sky, Tony's calm voice as always came to mind slowly.

"Do you think I won't have any means to deal with it unless I know I will encounter you again, Mark43?"

Inside the Mark 47, Tony looked directly at the Mark 43 in front of him through his translucent helmet. A blue energy shield flashed on top of the Mark 47 he was wearing, completely wrapping the entire suit in it. The energy shield device on Mark47 is a new form that was modified and upgraded by Tony after his previous [Anti-Holy Lord] suit.

Compared with the original huge energy device, the device loaded on Mark47 is lighter. Although the shield's protective power is not as strong as the [Anti-Holy Lord], it is more than enough to face the laser cannon of Mark43. What's more, after calming down the expression on his face, Tony looked at Mark43 in front of him and raised his arm. The position of the palm cannon in his hand condensed a large number of light golden laser beams that were the same as the light concentrated on Mark43's chest.

Just like what Tony said to Mark43 before, as a genius, since he can deduce the laser cannon device from the weapon system of the "pacifist" robot and install it on Mark43, he can also install it on Mark43. On top of the new suit Mark47.

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"Why are they both superheroes?

Why can't I awaken the ability to fly? "

Pulling the spider silk in his hand and sticking it to the huge Statue of Liberty in front of him, Peter jumped to the shoulder of the statue, but couldn't help but murmured softly.

Although, he also knew that it was unrealistic to expect that he would mutate into the ability to fly after being bitten by a radioactive spider.

After all, it was a spider that bit him in the first place, not a radioactive dragonfly or something.

However, thinking that while he was desperately firing spider silk in the direction of the goddess statue, the falcon on the other side had already controlled his metal wings to fly to the head of the goddess statue, the little spider still felt a little envious deep in his heart. Woolen cloth.

However, although he was envious of Falcon and Mr. Stark's flying posture, the little spider looked down at Captain America who was driving a motorcycle towards the island on the ground, and felt a little balanced in his heart.

"You should be satisfied, Peter. Although you don't have the ability to fly, at least you still have good means of movement."

After whispering a warning to himself, Peter raised his head to look at the head of the goddess, took a deep breath, and the spider silk that bounced off his wrist stuck firmly to the crown of the goddess's head.

Pulling the spider thread, Peter's slender but powerful thighs suddenly bounced, skillfully swinging himself upward to the highest point. However, at this same moment, the spider sense in his body began to give crazy reminders.

"Jiji~"

The next second, the familiar high-pitched chirping of birds sounded in the little spider's ears.

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"Natasha, directions."

On Liberty Island, Steve drove his motorcycle quickly towards the Immigration History Museum under the command of Natasha behind him.

During this period, they passed the resurrected goddess statue, but Captain America had no intention of stopping.

Although the Super Soldier Serum strengthened all aspects of Steve's body, it did not make him as crazy as another injector, the Red Skull. Although the vibranium shield in his hand claims to be able to withstand all attacks and bounce them back, Steve doesn't think that the small shield in his hand alone can withstand a light blow from the Statue of Liberty.

He is Captain America, not Captain Idiot.

Holding a shield against a 46-meter-tall opponent is what a stupid person would do.

Steve did not block the footsteps of the Statue of Liberty, which was naturally impossible, but paid attention to Steve, Natasha and others passing by.

Slowly standing up, lowering the waving torch again, the goddess turned her copper-colored eyes to determine a direction, then took her own steps and walked straight over.

While moving, every step of the goddess statue left a deep mark on the ground that was as tall as a person. Of course, the designers and builders of the New York roads would never have imagined that one day the roads they undertook to build would be It will be stepped on by a heavy statue weighing more than two hundred tons.

However, even if they knew it, there was a high probability that they would not be able to make any changes.

"Museum of Immigration History, Museum of Immigration History, here we are..."

Controlling the motorcycle beneath him, he skillfully bypassed the huge crater left by the movement of the goddess statue and headed towards the target. Tens of seconds later, Steve finally saw the Immigration History Museum that Natasha mentioned.

As a museum that stands under the feet of the Statue of Liberty, the Museum of Immigration History may not be as famous as the Statue of Liberty. However, for a country with a long history of immigration and even one that is itself formed by the immigrant population, this museum is still It is a museum with quite iconic significance.

Of course, Joseph Pulitzer, who built the pedestal and museum, would never have imagined that one day in the future, their president would have a sudden idea to build a wall on the Mexican border that only cost five dollars to climb on a ladder. The wall was built and called a great achievement, and the wall became as famous as the Museum of Immigration History.

Joseph Pulitzer did not expect this, and Captain America, who also represents the great spirit of the United States, also did not expect this.

At this moment, Steve looked at the tall Immigration History Museum in front of him, but there was no sign of relaxation on his face.

"Natasha, I have arrived at the museum, and the current location of the spell is."

"According to the guidance of dad's magic, the [Rat Talisman] is somewhere in this building."

In the car that was still driving, Natasha turned to look at the doppelganger [Uncle Long] in the passenger seat. After hearing the other person's answer, she immediately relayed the content word for word to Steve who was in front of the Immigration History Museum. .

"Inside the museum?"

After hearing Natasha's report, Steve frowned. He looked at the Immigration History Museum in front of him and instinctively felt the danger contained in the museum. Holding the shield on the motorcycle in his hand, Steve moved cautiously, planning to explore the museum.

At this moment, a crisp gunshot sounded.

Hearing the gunshots coming from the museum, without any hesitation, Steve instinctively curled up and turned over to avoid where he was standing.

The next moment he dodged, a small pit mark appeared there.

"I thought it was who it was, but it turned out to be another Captain America."

Avoiding this dangerous surprise shot, Steve looked down at the smoking crater on the ground, the solemn expression on his face not having time to appear. I heard a harsh and familiar figure ringing from inside the Immigration History Museum.

Then, with the sound of heavy footsteps, a ferocious face with a red skull appeared in front of Steve.

"Red Skull?!"

Looking at this familiar opponent appearing in front of him, the expression on Steve's face changed involuntarily. In his mind, he subconsciously recalled the last scene of his confrontation with the Red Skull before being frozen. At the end of the memory, the Red Skull was sent away by the power of cosmic magic. Steve died because of him, but unexpectedly he would immigrate. I met the other party in the unexpected place of the History Museum: "You are actually still alive."

"I live forever, Captain America, until I destroy you."

Facing Steve's question, the 'Red Skull' had a ferocious expression on his face: "And, this time, it's not just me who wants to destroy you, Captain America, but also yourself."

"Myself?"

If the sudden appearance of the Red Skull made Steve's thoughts a little confused, then as the other person's words gradually deepened, Steve obviously slowly came over, and he frowned and looked at He carefully looked at the appearance of the 'Red Skull' in front of him. Although compared with other museum resurrection exhibits he had seen before, the 'Red Skull' was very deceptive due to its unique appearance, but judging from the other's expression, there were also In the tone of speaking, Steve still reacted.

“You are the museum’s resurrected exhibit.”

That's right, the so-called "Red Skull" in front of him is actually the same as the "Bucky" and "Captain America" ​​he encountered before. They are all resurrection exhibits from the museum.

"I don't like the name of the exhibit, Captain America."

Hearing Steve's name for himself, the 'Red Skull' couldn't help but frown in front of his red skull, and the expression on his face became gloomy: "But it doesn't matter, as long as I can get rid of you, then it won't No one dares call us an exhibit anymore.”

As he spoke, the 'Red Skull' turned his head and looked at the Immigration History Museum behind him: "What are you still waiting for? Maybe you still have some meaningless hopes for this Captain America?"

As the words of the 'Red Skull' fell, two figures equally familiar to Steve slowly walked out from the Immigration History Museum.

"'Bucky' has another 'Captain America.'"

Looking at the figure walking out of the museum, Steve's fingers holding the vibranium shield subconsciously tightened, and he couldn't help but murmur to himself.

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"Although I have metal wings."

Controlling the metal wings on his back to avoid the attacks of the iron birds in front of him, Falcon gasped and said: "However, this does not mean that I like birds, especially a group of iron birds."

The sharp beaks of the iron birds scratched the surface of the metal wings, making a harsh sound. The falcon gritted its teeth to bear the noise attack, and tried to close its wings to avoid being stung by the birds.

Through the analysis between the wings, the falcon can clearly see the sharp beaks and wings of the birds, and listen to them flying across the metal wings controlled by it. The falcon does not feel that it has wings on its back. hard.

"I originally thought my task was the simplest."

He was retreating steadily under the attacks of the iron birds. When Tom the Falcon reacted, he realized that he had unknowingly retreated to the point of no return. He looked down at the crown of the goddess statue on his back. Falcon knew that if he didn't take any action next, what might be waiting for him next would be the end of transforming into a sieve.

"I'm quite satisfied with my current image, so..."

Thinking of this, Falcon raised his legs and kicked hard on the crown behind his back. Then he used this power to suddenly open the metal wings he was defending and flapped. With the help of this push, he rose upwards and was about to take care of these dangerous iron wings. Flock of birds.

However, just at this moment, a figure wearing a red and blue tights suddenly appeared from under the crown of the goddess statue. He appeared behind Falcon in a dexterous manner, and looked at the direction of his swing. It was rushing towards the back of the Falcon.

"Oh shit!"

"Mr. Falcon?!"