The sharp ice spikes and the cold wind of the carrier howled away, directly curbing the firepower output of Bucky's group.

Seeing this, Steve, who was standing behind Natasha, rushed straight towards them.

"Natasha cover me, Damon, help me get some fire!"

"Roger. ”

"No problem. ”

Hearing this, Natasha immediately increased her firepower output, but because Bucky was behind them in the shopping mall, and there were many people hiding inside, she didn't dare to go too far, and she also needed to control the design range, otherwise the ice spike would not have long eyes, and she would not be able to control the ice spike turn, which would be very easy to cause no injury.

Hearing this, Dimon on the other side hurriedly got up from the ground: "That's you! Go evacuate the crowd, quickly!"

The fat officer nodded, and hurriedly led the people out of the café cautiously and moved to a safer place.

Damon, on the other hand, grabbed his shield and raced towards Bucky with Steve.

The two loaves were copied and the fire strikes were added, and the group of killers suddenly became confused.

"What should we do?"

Bucky calmly looked at both sides, picked up a corpse on the ground and blocked it in front of him, and quickly ran behind the marble pillar next to the vehicle, several ice spikes immediately pierced the corpse, but did not hurt him.

Before Natasha could recover, Bucky turned and reached out, pulling the trigger in his hand.

"Wave ~ Whoosh ~"

"Beware of grenades"

"——!Boom" A violent explosion of smoke instantly enveloped Natasha, and countless ice chips flew out of the smoke.

A crumbling wall of ice blocked the cannonballs, but Natasha's suppressive offensive was instantly wiped out.

The killers, who had a chance to breathe, immediately ran out and sprayed fire snakes at Steve and Daemon as they charged.

The most excessive thing is that one of them actually got out of the car, carried out a box of bullets, and stood on the roof of the car with a single Gatling in his hand.

"I'll give it to you!" the two killers with M4A1 turned their guns on the unarmed Steve, while the man with Gatling also turned half around and pulled the trigger on Damon, who was running down the street.

"Buzz~ Dada!"

Guns rang out like whistling noises, and countless tracer bullets were mixed with the rain of bullets and pulled out a straight line.

Damon, who had long been ready to attack, immediately raised his shield, leaned over and placed most of his body behind the shield, and at the same time leaned forward and ran forward in a sprint-buried position.

In this way, because the killer is standing on the car, the terrain is high, our side is low on the ground, and the posture is tilted, the killer's shooting angle reaches a very high limit, and it is difficult to shoot Damon's legs.

There was nothing but the shield and the corners of the elbows that were a little more exposed than the edge of the shield, and the feet that moved one after the other under the shield.

What's more, Dimon is still running at a slight incline/line, you must know that it is already very difficult for a person to control Gatling by himself, and it is even more difficult to aim at a person who is running, and it is really a bit difficult for Gatling to achieve the purpose of accurate shooting at this time.

If the killer really pressed the gun sharply and aimed in front of the running route, Daemon would lose the pressure to withstand the fire, and only need to turn immediately, and the killer will never have a chance to aim again.

In fact, at this time, Dimon was also a little puzzled, as a military fan, he knew that Gatling's power was powerful, so he didn't hold it up at all, his muscles were tense, and he went all out to impact the low-grade bullet rain.

But when countless sparks rubbed off the shield... Damn, why don't you feel much? It's completely different from what I imagined!

It's completely different from the experience of withstanding a howitzer. This shield, so easy to use?

As Dimon charged, Steve quickly approached across the street, and as the two gunmen fired at him, a ball of water that had been following his ass immediately ran in front of him and turned into a disposable round shield, blocking a few bullets.

Taking this opportunity, Steve finally ran across the street, where there was a bunker of marble columns, and their suppression of Steve was basically gone, and Natasha relented to continue using Ice Storm.

Bucky, who had reloaded, had just leaned out to take aim when a hand suddenly reached out and pushed the muzzle of the gun crookedly.

"Wave~" A grenade suddenly flew into the sky with a tail of smoke.

"This..." Steve was dumbfounded as he watched the grenade disappear, it wasn't what he thought.

But there was no time for him to think about the safety of others, Bucky clenched his fist directly, hit him in the forehead with a bang, and the M4A1 in his hand was raised, and he was about to shoot, but was kicked away by Steve, who turned over and reversed.

"That's it!"

Bucky ignored Steve's shouting and clenched his hands into fists.

At the same time, on another street around the corner of the mall.

Four or five thick 'police special vehicles' drove fast with sirens on their heads, and in the back seat of the head car, a person did not say a word, and his eyes were full of haze.

He looked sideways at his new arm and clenched his fist, a little unaccustomed to it, but that didn't stop him from killing.

It's just a pity that the idiot 'Winter Soldier' didn't assassinate at all, and High Washington was boiling, and now that the real cops and reporters are over, Pierce still restrained himself.

"Damn it..."

"Whoosh-" Suddenly, a very familiar whistling sound caused him to raise his head.

The "Boom !!" warhead hit the front of the vehicle, and the explosive flames instantly lifted the vehicle away, spun and rolled onto the lawn next to the street, and the second car rushed directly into the flames because it was unable to dodge, and rolled on its side.

Kill two birds with one stone.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Get out of the car! Build a line of defense, quick!"

Several cars immediately stopped, and more than a dozen black-clad special combat personnel ran down from inside to look for the enemy, and a few others hurriedly ran over to check on the wounded.

Among them, in the last car, three of the five-person carriages had just gotten down, and the man in the far corner suddenly pulled the fourth person back, and a sharp dagger appeared in his hand and plunged directly into his neck.

"Bullock! are you alright? Bullock?" the vice-captain rushed to the side of the smoky car, and before he could get closer, a metal arm slammed into the twisted door, and a bloodied Brock crawled out of it, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Kill him, kill them!"

"Hmm~" The people who were on guard suddenly heard a sound of engines, and then a black special vehicle swooped out.

"Wait!Who's that?!"

"Damn, stop him!"

The fighter sitting in the driver's seat took off his helmet with his backhand while driving, revealing a beautiful face.

It was Fury's arm, Senior Agent - Hill.

"Sir, I see them. ”

"Take them back. ”

"Yes, sir. ”