"You know, I'm a person who always likes new things, and for me, some old things like steel suits end up being a pile of broken metal."

In the face of Mark43's taunt, Tony raised his eyebrows and replied not to be outdone.

Of course, although he didn't politely fight back at all, looking at the armor in front of him that had been upgraded by himself, Tony's heart was obviously not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

Theoretically, the energy in the body of the Mark 43 is not enough to support the suit for such a long time to run and even fight. However, the Mark43 in front of him still appears to be full of energy after being away from him for so long, which Tony attributes to the wonderful ability of the [Rat Charm].

After all, even a statue as large as the Statue of Liberty can be resurrected, and it doesn't seem too difficult to provide long-lasting energy for a steel suit.

"You're still as obnoxious as ever, Tony."

In the face of Tony's sneering response, a white light flashed in the eyes of Mark43's golden mask: "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, after all, I'm a super genius."

Raising Mark47's wrist and tapping the clear helmet on his face, Tony replied solemnly, "And there's nothing in you, Mark43." ”

"Super genius?"

Inside the steel suit, Mark43's tone grew colder, "You're more self-righteous than I thought, Tony. ”

"I think I'm telling a fact."

"Tony, only a living genius is a genius, what dies is just a corpse, and your end is destined to be that corpse."

"I'll have at least one corpse left, and if you hang up, it's just a pile of scrap metal. But that's okay, I'll use your leftover parts to create a new suit, do you think it's better to call it a clown or a coward? ”

"I have to say, Tony, you're a genius when it comes to pising off people."

The white light in his eye sockets became more and more dazzling, and in the face of Tony's fierce counterattack, even Mark 43, who was a steel suit, began to have emotional fluctuations.

"You're not alone, Mark43."

Bang –

On the other side, Tony's voice fell, and the next second, a pale gold laser cannon burst out from Mark 43's chest.

In the sky, after the dazzling cluster cannon, Tony's calm voice as usual slowly remembered.

"Do you think I'll have nothing to do with what I know I'm going to do with you, Mark43?"

Inside Mark47, Tony looks directly at Mark43 in front of him through his translucent helmet, and the Mark47 he is wearing is covered by a blue energy shield that completely wraps the entire suit in it. The energy shield device on Mark47's body is a new form that Tony has transformed and upgraded after his previous [Anti-Saint Master] suit.

Compared with the original huge energy device, the device on the Mark47 body is more lightweight, although this result has long been that the protective power of the shield is not as strong as the [Anti-Saint Lord], but it is more than enough to face the laser cannon of Mark43. What's more, retracting the expression on his face, Tony looked at Mark43 in front of him and raised his arm, and a large number of pale golden laser beams that were the same as the light gathered on Mark43's chest condensed in the position of the palm cannon in his hand.

As Tony said to Mark 43 before, as a genius, he was able to mount the Mark43 with the device of the laser cannon from the weapon system of the "Pacifist" robot, and he was able to mount it on the new suit Mark 47.

……

"Why can't I awaken the ability to fly when I'm a superhero?"

Holding the spider silk in his hand and sticking to the huge Statue of Liberty in front of him, Peter jumped to the statue's shoulder, but couldn't help but mutter.

Although, he also knew that it was unrealistic to expect himself to be bitten by a radiation spider and mutate the ability to fly.

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

However, thinking that he was desperately launching spider silk in the direction of the goddess statue, and on the other side, the falcon had already controlled its metal wings and flew up to the head of the goddess statue, the little spider still felt a little envious in his heart.

However, although he envied the Falcon and Mr. Stark's flying posture in his heart, the little spider looked down at Captain America on the ground driving a motorcycle towards the island, and his heart inexplicably had a little more balance.

"You should be content, Peter, and although you don't have the ability to fly, at least you have a decent means of movement."

Whispering a word of admonition to himself, Peter looked up at the position of the statue's head, took a deep breath, and the spider silk that bounced from his wrist was firmly attached to the crown of the statue's head.

Pulling the spider silk, Peter's slender but powerful thighs flicked suddenly, skillfully swinging himself upwards to the highest apex, but at the same moment, the spider sensing ability from the body began to make a crazy reminder.

"Twitter~"

In the next second, the familiar sharp birdsong sounded in the ears of the little spider.

……

"Natasha, direction."

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

The statue of the resurrected goddess was crossed, but Captain America had no intention of staying.

The Super Soldier Serum strengthened every aspect of Steve's body, but it didn't make him as crazy as the other injector, the Red Skull. Although the vibranium shield in his hand claimed to be able to withstand and bounce off all attacks, Steve didn't think that the small shield in his hand alone could withstand the light blow of the Statue of Liberty.

He's Captain America, not Captain Fool.

To take a shield against a 46-meter-tall opponent is something that a stupid person would do.

Steve didn't stop the Statue of Liberty, and it was naturally impossible for the Statue to pay attention to Steve and Natasha and the others passing by his feet.

Slowly standing up, the waving torch hung down again, and the goddess turned her rust-colored eyes to determine a direction, and then walked straight over with her own steps.

In the process of moving, every footstep of the statue of the goddess left a deep mark on the ground, which was as tall as a man, and of course, the designer and construction party of the New York road would never have imagined that the road they undertook would one day be trampled under a heavy statue weighing more than 200 tons.

However, even if they knew, it would be difficult to make any changes.

"Museum of Migration History, Museum of Migration History, to ......"

Controlling the motorcycle under him, he skillfully navigated the giant crater left by the movement of the goddess statue and drove towards his target, and after dozens of seconds, Steve finally saw the Museum of Immigration History in Natasha's mouth.

As a museum under the feet of the Statue of Liberty, the Museum of Migration History may not be as famous as the Statue of the Goddess, but it is still a fairly iconic museum for a country with a long history of immigration and even a population of immigrants.

Of course, Joseph Pulitzer, who built the pedestal and the museum, would never have imagined that one day their president would have the whimsical idea of building a five-dollar ladder on the Mexican border that would be a great achievement, and that the wall would be as famous as the Museum of Immigration History.

Joseph Pulitzer could not have imagined this, nor could Captain America, who was also the representative of the great spirit of America.

At this moment, Steve looked at the tall immigration history museum in front of him, but there was no hint of relaxation on his face.

"Natasha, I've arrived at the museum, and the current location of the spell is there."

"According to Daddy's magic, the [Rat Charm] is somewhere in this building."

In the car that was still driving, Natasha turned her head to look at the doppelganger [Uncle Long], heard the other party's answer, and immediately relayed the content to Steve, who was located in front of the Immigration History Museum.

"Inside the museum?"

Hearing Natasha's report, Steve frowned, he looked at the Museum of Immigration History in front of him, and instinctively sensed the danger contained in the museum. With the shield on his motorcycle in hand, Steve made a wary step as he made his way to explore the museum.

At that moment, a crisp shot rang out.

Hearing the sound of gunfire coming from inside the museum, without the slightest hesitation, Steve instinctively curled up and turned over to avoid where he was standing.

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

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

Dodging the dangerous surprise shot, Steve looked down at the smoking crater on the ground, the solemnity on his face before he could see it. I heard a piercing and familiar figure from inside the Museum of Immigration History.

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

"Red Skull?!"

Looking at this familiar opponent who appeared in front of him, the expression on Steve's face involuntarily changed. In my mind, I subconsciously remembered the last scene of my confrontation with the red skull before being frozen, and the last red skull was sent away under the power of cosmic magic, and Steve was killed because of him, but he unexpectedly met the other party in this unexpected place in the Museum of Immigration History: "You are still alive." ”

"I'll live until I destroy you."

In the face of Steve's questioning, Red Skull's face showed a hideous expression: "Moreover, this time it is not only me, Captain America, but also yourself who want to destroy you. ”

"Myself?"

If the sudden appearance of the red skull made Steve's mind a little confused, then as the content of the other party's opening gradually deepened, Steve obviously tasted it slowly, he frowned and looked at the 'red skull' in front of him to carefully look at the other party's appearance, although compared with the other museum resurrection exhibits he had seen before, the 'red skull' was very deceptive because of the particularity of its own appearance, but from the other party's expression and the tone of his speech, Steve still reacted.

"You are the exhibit of the museum's resurrection."

That's right, the so-called 'Red Skull' in front of me is actually the same as the 'Bucky' and 'Captain America' I encountered before, all of which are resurrection exhibits from the museum.

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

Hearing Steve's name for himself, 'Red Skull' couldn't help but wrinkle in front of his red skull, and the expression on his face became gloomy: "But it doesn't matter, as long as we can solve you, then no one will dare to call us an exhibit anymore." ”

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

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

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

Looking at the figure coming out of the museum, Steve's fingers holding the vibranium shield in his hand subconsciously tightened, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.

……

"I have metal wings, though."

Controlling the metal wings behind his back to dodge the attack of the flock of iron birds in front of him, the falcon gasped and said, "However, this does not mean that I like small birds, especially a flock of iron birds. ”

The sharp beaks of the iron birds screeched across the surface of the metal wings, and the falcon gritted its teeth to withstand the noise as it struggled to retract its wings to avoid being stabbed by the flock.

Through the analysis between the wings, the falcon can clearly see the sharp beaks and wings of the birds, and listen to their figures as they cross the metal wings they control, and the falcon does not feel that it has the hardness of the wings on its back.

"I thought my task was the easiest."

Under the attack of the iron birds, he retreated one after another, and when Tom the falcon reacted, he found that he had unconsciously retreated to the point where there was no way back, looking down at the crown of the goddess statue behind him, the falcon knew that if he didn't make some moves next, he might be waiting for him next to become a sieve.

"I'm quite happy with the current appearance, so I ......"

Thinking of this, the falcon raised its leg and kicked violently on the crown behind its back, and then used this power to suddenly open the metal wings it was defending against and flapped, with the help of this push, it was about to please these dangerous iron birds.

However, at this moment, a figure in a red and blue bodysuit suddenly appeared from under the crown of the goddess statue and appeared behind the falcon in a deft posture, and the direction of his swing was impressively towards the falcon's back.

“Oh shit！”

"Mr. Falcon?!"