The battle uniform was in the mind, and the heavens and men fought for a while.

"Well, Doctor, I hope you succeed, but I hope you don't get hurt."

said this, but the heart of the combat uniform was not worried about their safety at all, and he had already learned the perversion of these scientific researchers.

Some of them even injected reagents into their own bodies to test the results, and by some messy coincidence or bizarre reaction, they actually gained some special abilities.

He'd seen a man who could instantly make his skin as hard as steel, though only for a few seconds.

But at some point, it's not just bullets or knives, it's something else.

When attacking others, it can also achieve unexpected effects by hardening instantly.

When there were already a hundred ways to use this ability in the mind of the combat uniform, the guy just used this ability to leisurely smash walnuts and hammer nails with his fists to assemble furniture.

Well, that guy is a complete lover of logs, and in addition to the necessary lab supplies, even the entire laboratory is eager to be arranged in a log style.

There are also people who have sweat secreted on their bodies that are highly poisonous, and people who can control fire, and who are called absolute zero...... And so on and so forth......

However, due to various reasons, these abilities are not replicable, so the hive has not been able to mass-produce super soldiers as expected.

Because you never know what drugs these researchers have injected, how many chemicals they have injected, and which two or which drugs will work.

Or simply the potential of different human bodies stimulated by simple genetic induction.

These people are simply role models in the scientific research community, testing poisons with their bodies and experimenting with their own bodies.

But they have become the backbone of almost the entire hive, and several professors who were originally engaged in scientific research even serve as security captains, specializing in dealing with some emergencies.

And the "stability system" composed of Auston and his party is the masterpiece of one of these adults.

And now there is such a terrible fellow. The combat uniform looked at the old man in front of him and thought.

"Okay, but... You don't have to worry about my safety or anything. Wu Tong replied, leading Lucy to the narrow door.

I'm not worried about your safety, I'm worried about our safety, just don't use too much force to hit the fish in the pond.

"Sir......" the combat uniform asked tremblingly, "is the box in your hand your weapon?" It's rude, but can you tell me what kind of weapon is inside? ”

Wu Tongxin said that this is just a vibranium shield, what kind of weapon can it be.

But he still coughed lightly, "To be precise, this is not my weapon, it is just to help others keep it here temporarily, if the opportunity is right, I will return it to him." ”

After saying that, he walked into the passage without looking back, leaving everyone at a loss.

……

There was a violent roar in the warehouse, and the blue light shone so brightly that it was impossible to look at it directly.

But Barton was still staring at the figure at the center of the light.

Moments later, it fell to the ground in a cloud of smoke, and the horrible monsters didn't seem immune to the Thorns.

This is a good thing, but the only downside is that the number of "thorns" does not seem to be enough.

"1, 2......" Barton looked around secretly, and now there were six of the monsters that could be seen around them, all of them crawling out of the hole after the monster with the arrow fell to the ground.

But there are only two thorns left, and in addition to that, there is a tricky Lilith.

"It doesn't look like we're in a good situation." Rogers whispered. "It's a pity I didn't bring my shield."

He leaned down and picked up a solid steel rod on the ground, took it in his hand and weighed it a few times, like a street brawl hooligan.

Seeing his movements, Barton was stunned for a moment, "Captain, I thought you would only be an orthodox military martial artist or something......"

"Hmm... In fact, when I was very skinny before, I was beaten in the alley on the corner of the street, and they were carrying such steel pipes. ”

Rogers took the steel rod in his hand and waved it a few times, bringing in the whirring wind, then nodded, looking quite satisfied with the weapon.

"But the steel rods they carry are usually hollow." Rogers added.

He could feel the improvised weapon in his hand being unusually hard.

In other words, the materials of these steel frame structures are by no means ordinary, and the purpose of this house is both a warehouse and a cage.

The six monsters formed a circular encirclement, leaving only a gap where Lilith was standing.

The two groups of centaurs were locked in a standoff, and the monsters both roared restlessly.

They seemed to be a little more ready to move than two men with bows and arrows and steel pipes.

But it was the arrow that pierced the air first.

"Captain, sometimes I'm really curious about your past!" Barton swooped down with the arrows.

"If you're curious, you can go to the World War II Memorial Museum to see my heroic deeds." Rogers said as he walked over to the monsters with his steel rod in his hand.

"Is it really good to boast about yourself like this? And what I want to know is not the captain in that museum, not the heroic deeds, but the story of a man of flesh and blood. ”

Barton dodged to the side, dodging the monster's punch and kicking him in the stomach.

But under their gibbon-like arms, it is unlikely that they will be knocked to the ground with their strength.

"It's not a compliment, those things are established facts, and I can make sure that the above things have more than 95% credibility!" Rogers exclaimed, swinging his arm vigorously and slamming the rod into the monster's back.

"Roar~......" The thing let out a deafening roar, and it seemed that the armor-piercing damage on the captain's side was higher.

"But people tend to hide the real part, so I'm curious about the other five percent."

Barton's blow was ineffective, and he led the monster forward for some distance, then turned sharply and pulled the bow in his hand, and with great inertia even slid backwards with his body.

Arrows swooped down on the monsters' faces, their features that seemed to grow directly on a small bulge between their shoulders, making their attacks more difficult.

But for Hawkeye, it doesn't matter if it's an apple or a grape on the mouth of the bottle.

Just aim at the target and hit it.

The trajectory of the bow and arrow is directed at the monster's eye.