"Fighting is not as simple as you think.
Don't think that having super powers and catching a few gangsters with guns makes you a mature hero.
Although you are also a hero, you can only do that, and you cannot even protect your own safety."
Rumlow had a look of helplessness on his face.
Can you try to break the fastball's defense by hitting it with all your strength?
This risk is a bit high. If you don't pay attention, you will be killed directly...
Let’s handle it like boiling a frog in warm water!
Let this kid realize his own shortcomings, and as long as his belief is not completely shattered, this ability can make him a good hero.
By the way, the reason why boiling a frog in warm water can kill a frog is not because the frog reacts too slowly.
More of the guy who cooked the frog put the lid on!
If the lid is not closed, the frog will jump out the moment it senses danger.
This is the instinct of life!
As time passed, Rumlow's arms had contracted to the point where the fastball could hardly breathe.
During this period, Fastball tried to continuously impact Rumlow's body with energy balls.
He even tried the greatest energy impact he had ever used.
But at best, it only left a few scratches on Rumlow's body.
Finally, after half an hour passed, the fastball started to get scared.
The pain and fear that kept tightening his chest and then slowly suffocating him made him start to tremble.
He was still a young man and had never faced the shadow of death before.
Even because of his superpowers, he has no fear of firearms.
With this kind of power, he deserves praise for not turning into a little gangster who does all kinds of evil.
But this belief in becoming a hero is being tested!
"Let me go! Please!"
He still begged for mercy.
There was a cry in his voice. Although he was not completely out of control, he was on the verge of collapse.
Rumlow is uniquely qualified to play a bad guy because he was a bad guy before.
Just regaining a little bit of his past attitude was enough to make the young man tremble.
"How can a hero expect the enemy to let him go?"
Rumlow said with a cruel smile on his face.
This smile was something he learned from the video of a serial murderer being arrested when he was an ordinary person.
Although this approach is a bit boring, it plays an unimaginable role at this time!
With a sarcastic smile, Rumlow defeated the last bit of fastball's will, and the kid burst into tears in an instant!
"Let me go!
Who can help me!"
The sound of the fastball had lost its calmness and was so faint that only Rumlow could hear it.
Before a person suffocates, where can he still have the breath to shout for help?
"Young man, your voice is too soft. The superhero can't hear you calling for help."
Rumlow said this in a playful way, and then suddenly increased the strength on his arms.
This made Kuai Qiu feel the deepest despair!
And the next moment, the fastball can breathe again.
From the edge of sanity to collapse, and then from the edge of collapse to despair.
Then, he saw the light again.
Heavy breathing sounds continued to sound, and Kuai Qiu had collapsed to the ground.
"Colson, I've finished what you asked me to do.
But I still have to say, if this kid is only at this level, it's best not to let him fight the devil.
Just clean up the gangs and unscrupulous robbers on the streets, this kind of job is just right for him."
Rumlow had already walked to Colson's side and took his own share of cold beer from Colson's hand.
"But at this time, it's weird that you can still find people in S.H.I.E.L.D. who can help you buy things.
Aren't you being suspected now?"
Rumlow ignored Fastball, who was about to faint, and instead talked about old times with Colson.
"Melinda bought it for me.
She asked me not to go on missions with her, but I can still contact her in private."
Colson smiled a little bitterly.
He can understand what his good friends do, but he still feels a little disappointed in his heart.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. has never been a good place.
Although it’s slightly better than Hydra.”
Rumlow dug into his backpack, took out a piece of smoked meat jerky, put it into his mouth and started chewing it.
It would be a little more comfortable to have some snacks while drinking.
Although Rumlow doesn't care much about his living environment now, if he can live a better life, why not?
The taste of brown bread is still too cruel for them.
"Did you find out about the other Hydras?"
Colson asked with a little concern.
But after saying this, I realized that I had done something stupid.
He is still suspected to be a minion of the devil, now ask Hydra?
It would be bad if he was regarded as a spy of the devil who wants to corrupt Hydra to expand his own...
"A little bit, but now is not the time for me to settle accounts with them.
Damn it, information about Hydra defeating a small group of demons actually appeared in that damn place in Sokovia.
Do you think I am helping the devil kill Hydra? Or am I helping Hydra kill the devil?"
Rumlow said helplessly.
When this information came to Nick Fury, Nick Fury, the black-hearted bastard, didn't know what to do.
This is not so strange...
Hydra's dream is not to destroy the world...
They want to rule the world.
So when faced with the Burning Hell, which can be regarded as an "foreign invader", they seemed to have no choice but to take action.
As for taking refuge in the devil to rule the world?
Their ambitions do not allow them to do this...
Hydra is still a villain organization with lofty dreams...
"If I were you, I might kill both of you."
Coulson said weakly.
"I wanted to do it, but Steve stopped me.
To be continued...