If the duel between Hawkeye Patton and Crossbones is a silent and extremely quiet battle, then Ymir's pursuit of the helicopter pilot is an earth-shattering move.

With a tyrannosaurus-like overcast wind and ghostly fire, Ymir, who was floating in mid-air, lifted his feet off the ground, centered on the place where he appeared, and a strong yin power fluctuation swept out, and even the cedar forest around him was moved to the ground.

His face was bloodless, and a faint layer of green qi permeated Ymir's eyebrows, an aura of death that almost condensed into substance. A big living person, even if there is a trace of death in his body, then he is not far from death.

For Ymir, who had turned into a resentful ghost, his body was not alive in the first place, and no amount of dead air could affect him.

His eyes were fixed on the helicopter pilot, who shrunk into a trembling mass in front of him, and the wreckage of the crashed helicopter was behind them. Before the driver could escape a few steps, he was blocked by Ymir, who had suddenly appeared in the void.

Like a guinea pig targeted by a poisonous snake, the helicopter pilot's Adam's apple swelled, his eyes filled with terrifying fear, and his mouth kept muttering indistinctly. No one knew what terrible scene Ymir had set up for the poor fellow in his dreams, and the driver's voice sounded like weeping and wailing

"Raise your head and look at me," Ymir's voice was cold, and he withdrew a trace of resentment that had struck into the helicopter pilot's body, and suddenly spoke.

Cold sweat oozed from the helicopter's forehead, and his body trembled in the wind behind Ymir: "No. No. No. What kind of monster are you, a devil, or an evil spirit? ”

He looked straight at Ymir not far away, and even in extreme horror, he could clearly see Imir's eyes that were tumbling with ghostly fire. After all, this is definitely not a human eye, because there is no such cold flame in the human eye socket, and even just a glance at it will make people fall into hell.

Only the ghosts in the deepest abyss hell can have such a pair of eyes full of negativity. The helicopter pilot trembled and escaped from his bosom with a cross pendant, trembling against his chest. He muttered a prayer, "Lord, do you want to see your believers in front of your eyes, under the influence of the devil?"

Ymir squinted and smiled, and the dark green ghost fire on his body burned violently, forming a pillar of fire that reached the sky. Suspended in the pillar of fire, Ymir looked coldly at the helicopter pilot and pulled out a grim smile: "Haha, cross, even if you are the pastor of the church, what can you do with me?" ”

Speaking of which, Ymir's priesthood is that of a metropolitan. Compared to a large percentage of church pastors, the hierarchy does not know where to go. If you think about it again. The blood of God inherited from the blood of Longinus in his body, and the spear of fate that was integrated with his body, even if the Pope personally summoned the Holy Angel to descend, there was no way to deal with him, a resentful ghost.

Looking down at the helicopter pilot, Ymir said coldly, "Sue me, who ordered you to assassinate Captain America, and who ordered you to pick up Crossbones?" ”

The driver looked at Ymir in astonishment, and a bean-sized cold sweat oozed from his forehead: "What? What did you say? I don't know what assassinated Captain America! Shaking his head vigorously, he pleaded, "I'm just a poor helicopter pilot, someone paid me a large sum of money to pick up someone at the appointed time." God, are you a superhero like Captain America, God forbid, I know a superhero like you wouldn't embarrass a poor citizen like me, right? ”

With a "snap", a cloud of sparks burst out in the wind behind Ymir, burning fiercely on the helicopter pilot's body. He shook his head lightly and said to himself, "It seems that you are still lucky, or am I too kind to you?" ”

Ordinary helicopter pilot? Can an average helicopter pilot fly a helicopter with a Manhattan police department badge? Will an ordinary helicopter pilot be able to break through the Sky Shield Bureau's guards and infiltrate the Manhattan courthouse?

In addition to the dead soldiers with special missions, would ordinary helicopter pilots go to great lengths to fight for such a small commission when Captain America is assassinated?

Ymir's face changed, and he pointed lightly at the helicopter pilot's brow, darkness and fear looming over him again. Frightened by the yin power of resentment, the poor creature curled up on the ground, wailing violently, his body spasming violently, and it was a full quarter of an hour before he rolled his eyes and woke up from the illusion that Ymir had created.

Before Ymir could continue to ask, the helicopter pilot, who had received two consecutive Yin impacts and had all his organs invaded by lifeless air, coughed continuously. When he opened his mouth, a bloody arrow spurted out, and the color of this blood was pitch black, which was the blood gushing out of the wounded internal organs.

In the face of this kind of assassin who colluded to assassinate Captain America, Ymir was not prepared to spare any hands. Unlike those soft-handed superheroes, from the very beginning, he did not think about leaving this helicopter pilot alive. Captain America is dead, he was sniped to death by these contemptible assassins, then someone has to pay for it!

Staring at the helicopter pilot, Ymir nodded vigorously: "Good, good, very loyal dog!" Let me ask you again, who exactly instructed you and Crossbones to assassinate Captain America? Sue sù the Messenger behind me, I can free you from your suffering. ”

The helicopter pilot, who was completely shattered by his delusions, abandoned his disguise, and rolled his eyelids to reveal a hideous smile. Then he shook his head contemptuously, but refused to say a word.

"It's okay, I already knew that this kind of forced confession was not my forte, so let me see for myself." Ymir snorted, dissipated the gloomy wind and fire around him, and walked out of the air in front of the helicopter pilot.

Slowly closing his eyes, Ymir's body twisted for a moment, and suddenly turned into a gray mist and rushed into the depths of the helicopter pilot's pupils. The helicopter pilot, who had not been beaten or tortured in any way, suddenly let out a scream, and his soul had been torn to more than a dozen pieces by Ymir's violent assault.

Ymir's face was gloomy, floating in the consciousness of the helicopter pilot, and his eyes were coldly rummaging through the memories hidden in the depths of his soul. None of the things that helicopter pilots have experienced since birth can hide the truth before Ymir's eyes. (To be continued......)