"Forget it, just the two of us."

Frank nodded noncommittally, the punishment fight has always been clean, either in the process of collecting information, making pre-war preparations, or in the process of fighting, and usually, he fights very quickly, either with one shot or extremely strong sweep, so he has the longest time in the base.

There's no way, the people who can be killed are almost killed, and the others are all petty criminals, and the crime is not to death, but now that I cooperate with the police, I am unscrupulous, and it is not good.

"Don't worry, we don't necessarily face the entire S.H.I.E.L.D., they may not control everyone, or rather, not all S.H.I.E.L.D. people are Hydra."

Because he was facing Hydra, the remnants of the Nazis, his enemies in World War II, all the captains rarely picked up all kinds of firearms again, you know, since he woke up from the ice, he rarely killed again, because he always thought that he was living in a new era, not a time of war.

But now, the war is starting again.

However, playing with guns, Steve is still not as professional as Frank, nearly seventy years of disconnection, many advanced weapons, Steve is not very familiar with, and Steve's is more accustomed to fighting with his fists, firearms, just cleaning up the miscellaneous fish.

Thinking of cleaning up the trash fish, Steve suddenly remembered that he seemed to have the domineering spirit of an overlord, and he didn't need those weapons, and in close combat, he still had a cauldron lid.

"Well, why did you drop them again?"

Frank, who was loading the tenth gun on his body, watched Steve take out all the weapons that had been placed all over his body and put them back in their places, puzzled.

"I don't seem to need them anymore."

Picking up his shield, Steve put it back on his back, where there was a special magnetic hook that was used to put his shield on it.

"Whatever you want, well, I'm almost half-packed here, I'll go get some later!"

Looking at Frank, who was covered with bits and pieces, Steve had a black line in his head, no wonder no one in the Watchmen Alliance except Wang Hao went on a mission with this guy, why are you going to bury others with bullets?

Finally, the two of them who were fully armed, their whole bodies were completely new, and Steve changed into a set of equipment specially prepared for him by Wang Hao, which was actually a black tight-fitting combat uniform with a silver star on it, indicating his identity.

And Frank, in addition to his iconic skull shirt, the most important thing is a steel armor, it is not accurate to say that it is a battle armor, this guy named the crusher by Wang Hao, is specially built for Frank, and the main function is to carry ammunition.

That's right, not to attack, but to carry ammunition, with Frank here, he is the best fireman, it is enough to have something to carry ammunition.

And the smasher, carrying almost five hundred kilograms of various guns and ammunition, also has a skateboard, which can provide stable floating combat capabilities.

Frank himself wears a close-fitting power armor that greatly enhances his mobility, which is why he is able to carry dozens of guns on his body.

"Well, this kind of equipment is enough for us to fight a small war."

After taking a closer look at his preparations, Frank nodded in satisfaction, then ignored Steve's look at the monster and took his puppy on the plane.

That's right, the Smasher is shaped like a dog, four-legged and can run on almost any terrain without obstacles, a scanner on its head that can transmit real-time images to Frank's tactical glasses, and a high-heat ray in its mouth that can melt through a three-hundred-millimeter steel plate, ensuring access to any fortress.

"Cortana, let's go. Target, three-curved wings. ”

At this time, Wang Hao finally arrived in Egypt!

"I'll give you a lung, this plane."

Because he had to take Brother Dazhu and Tony who had become an iron lump, Wang Hao could only temporarily rent a large transport plane from somewhere, and his own new transport plane had not yet had time to build.

Although his General Directorate of Defense was authorized and funded, it was formed too late to develop those things, and the headquarters building was not built.

But the problem is that the temporarily rented large transport plane is big enough and flies slowly, and he doesn't dare to let others watch, Tony and Brother Dazhu are here, except for himself, can he rest assured that others will send it?

When Megatron is dead? When all sorts of weird villains are fake?

So, sitting on the most dilapidated plane he had ever ridden in his life, bumpy all the way in various air currents, Wang Hao flew by himself, it only took ten minutes to fly, and it took him almost a day to arrive.

"Nima, this broken city, labor and management will never come again next time."

As soon as he got off the plane, Wang Hao, who had eaten a mouthful of sand, spat fiercely, and under the leadership of Ambrera employees who came to greet him, he got into his luxury car, and behind it was a huge heavy truck, well, it was pulled by the head of the truck formed by Optimus Prime.

The truck pulled two fellows with the same disease covered with cloths, and four or five cars formed a huge convoy in front of them, heading towards the desert, accompanied only by endless wind and sand.

"Have you figured out what to do?"

Frank wiped the sharp dagger in his hand, looked at Steve, who was sitting across from him, and asked curiously.

"No, this kind of mission, I have never carried out it, my previous mission, who the enemy is, is very clear, but this time, I don't know who to target."

Steve closed his eyes, he was not tired, even if he didn't have a day of rest, all kinds of battles, explosions, but his physical strength was far beyond ordinary people, and not sleeping for a few days was the same as playing, not to mention that he had recently learned to draw energy from the big universe, let alone what it was like to be tired.

He was just thinking, thinking about everything he had learned, judging who his next goal should be?

"Actually, you don't have to worry so much, I'll give you a suggestion, once before, when I was on a mission, our camp was abandoned because it was too deep into the enemy, but the time of evacuation was a week later, do you know what happened?"

Frank didn't wait for Steve's answer before continuing.

"We don't have support, we don't have supplies, the only thing we have is ammunition, but we all know that if we continue like this, we will definitely die. But I can't die, I'm going to come home alive, my wife and daughter are waiting for me to come home. ”

There was a rare warmth in Frank's eyes, it was hard to imagine that this iron-clad man would have such emotions, except for Mindy, who occasionally felt his tenderness, he was tough on everyone, like a stone against a stone.

"Remember, all who come at you are your enemies!"

A week later, when the evacuated helicopter arrived, the entire camp was 500 meters away, all the corpses, and Frank killed everyone, the attackers and his comrades, because they wanted to surrender, and Frank was the commander of the camp at the time, and if he surrendered, he was going to kill him.

Steve glanced at Frank deeply, this sentence, the information revealed is only understood by those who have been on the battlefield, on the battlefield, there is no right or wrong, there is no right and wrong, there is only life and death!

"That's right, all those who do it to us are enemies."

Steve smiled, Washington, it's here!