It's so desolate!

When Rumlow was on the streets of New York, the former pearl of the United States, he couldn't help but smack his tongue.

Dumped skyscrapers, bare steel bars, and the occasional wandering zombie look at each other, and the once most prosperous Manhattan district is littered with wreckage and ruins, burying all its former glory.

This is, the end of the world!

Rumlow looked around, his expression blank and confused, and his hands trembled unnaturally. This former excellent weapon of Hydra has never known what to fear, but under the inspiration of the great American team spirit, he now has a sense of morality and dedication that far exceeds ordinary people's noble emotions.

He has long been afraid of death, but it is precisely because of these great emotions and the empathy between human beings that he has felt what 'fear' is for the first time in a long time.

Spider-Man Peter has already taken several heroes to West Manhattan to gather survivors.

Nearly 15 kilometers from the survivor camp on the coast of West Manhattan to the street where the Holy of Holies is located, although the zombies in Manhattan have been cleaned up by the survivors of this world, there are still many remnants-

Manhattan is the most densely populated borough in the United States, with a population of more than two million.

He had to clean up the zombies in the neighborhood in a few neighborhoods within two hours, in case of an accident during the mass migration of survivors.

The Imperial Knight and others planned 18 hours for pre-battle preparations.

The main ones are the survivors who have migrated to this world, and the guardian circle that allows the mage named Ancient One to open the Holy of Holies, so that the Emperor Knight and some superpowers created by the digital world can exert their full power.

There are only 100,000 people, which is too kind for a woman!

If Rumlow had been advised to give up these people, but now." It's not bad to be a good person! ”

Rumlow closed his eyes, felt the familiar sea breeze and dry sun on the east coast, let out a long breath, pinned two guns from his waist, and fired a few shots, attracting all the zombies around him.

Shooting, reloading, shooting. Each bullet kills a zombie with precision.

After the 'American team', although Rumlow has become physically and mentally like the American team, his physical fitness, which has been greatly strengthened in all aspects, has allowed him to be unparalleled in the zombie group.

Just when he was killing hard, 'bell'!

The sound of breaking the air behind him made Rumlow try to protect the back of his head with one hand, but the sudden attack still made him feel painful, and the left hand that protected the back of his head was even slightly distorted.

Tactical rolling, concealment, shooting counterattacks Rumlow has honed these moves, and after becoming a Meituan Knight, his movements are even lightning fast with some calm beauty.

But the moment he raised the gun, his coherent movements suddenly froze, and his good-looking eyes, which were already glowing with the same sky blue of the American team, shrank sharply, reflecting the figure of the attacker.

The zombie wearing the Star-Spangled Banner instinctively caught the rebounding shield, his eyes hollow and cloudy, and some of his torn uniforms were dyed with crimson colors, making them look a little shabby.

"I'm all too familiar with this blow!"

Rumlow was slightly stunned, pinned his two guns to his waist, and began to carefully check the 'anti-bite suit' he was wearing.

"Good, nothing was missed!" Rumlow squinted his eyes at the roaring zombie team, and suddenly opened his mouth to roar!

With this roar, Rumlow rushed out like a cannonball, slammed his fist into the shield, and then clasped the shield with both hands.

"Never forget who you are!"

Rumlow shouted out the famous words of the American team in front of the scarlet eyes, but all he got was a bloody bite, and Rumlow even saw the residual blood at the corner of his mouth.

He held the shield with one hand, and smashed his fist into the head of the zombie beauty team with the other hand, and the power was amazing.

He couldn't stand the stench of this carrion, such a rotten and irrational Steve, who was not Captain America at all!

Team America's Shield, 12 pounds, 2.5 feet in diameter, and a hand clasp inside the shield.

After Rumlow almost punched the Zombie Team in the chest, his other hand almost instinctively slammed a little, and the shield slammed into the Zombie Team's rotten jaw like a spirit, and then bounced back, and the clasp was clasped on Rumlow's right hand like a cloud.

Punches, kicks, punches, shield strikes, flying shields, bounce back and fly shields, and the shield kicks again!

Coherent!

Boom! Boom!

The symphony of the zombies' painful wails echoed, and the extremely angry Rumlow even threw the shield he had snatched from the ground on the ground, constantly waving his fists, each swing brought a whistling wind, beating the zombies who were difficult to resist into a blur of flesh and blood.

The wailing turned to gasp, and finally calmed down, but Rumlow's punch continued for a long time, until the zombie was so brain-splattered that it was no longer visible.

"I could fight like this all day, but unfortunately you can't understand it!"

Returning the words that the American team had defeated themselves in training to the puddle of American team at his feet, Rumlow remained silent for a moment, and kicked the edge of the shield with his hard leather military boots, and the shield bounced up, and was grabbed by Rumlow in his hand.

"It turns out that those anti-Newton flying shield shield attacks and combos are not so difficult!"

And—

Rumlow carefully brushed the blood stains on the shield with his sleeve, and the movements were as gentle as stroking his lover, until the shield glowed brightly before silently carrying it behind him.

Every American team deserves a little shield of their own!

Thundered!

Rumlow jerked back and saw the street dusty in the distance.

In that direction, it should be Dave, the cutting-edge rubber man in League of Legends, who clears the zombies, how did he make such a big move?

Team America and I didn't make any big moves, so he wouldn't encounter the zombie Hulk, right?

"Steve, emergency, Dave, head of the fourth section of the survivor evacuation route, seems to have encountered a strong enemy, and I will go to support now."

"Good!" The voice of the American team was as calm as ever, "There will be support from the Holy of Holies here!" ”

"That's right, Captain! I just blew your head off! ”

Before the U.S. team could react, Rumlow had already hung up the communication and headed in the direction where Dave was. Two kilometers is a minute away for him.

"I'm going to be the man of the King of Haibian, how can I fall here! Rubber machine guns! ”

In the smoke and dust, Rumlow vaguely saw countless afterimages blasting towards a tall figure like a rain of bullets, and hundreds of fist shadows crashed on the figure, but it could not make it take half a step back.

Then, the tall figure gradually revealed in the smoke and dust, revealing his large, purple chin.

Thanos!

Suffer!

Now that the personnel have not been transferred, they suddenly encountered one of the two elimination targets this time?

However, Rumlow didn't have time to think, because Dave, who had erupted in a wave, had fallen to the ground weakly, and the purple zombie raised his gloved left hand, and his hand emitted a dazzling purple light.

I lose!

Rumlow's muscles swelled, and he threw his newly successful shield out and blocked Thanos' punch at the last moment, saving Dave from being blown to pieces by a punch.

The shield staggered and catapulted twice, returning to Rumlow's hand.

Then, his gaze froze.

The most beloved shield other than his beloved right hand、The shield that I just got and hasn't been put to sleep yet, is cracked!

Click!

Something is broken!

(End of chapter)