People set up shop in Marvel, and it just became Doomsday

"Level 3 agent?" Steve was a little confused. "Why did the level 3 agent appear on the launch ship?"

"No matter," Steve began to give the order, "I will clear the deck and then go find Bartok. Natasha, you turn off the engine and wait for the order."

"Buller," Steve looked at the S.H.I.E.L.D. member controlling the screen, "you are in charge of the stern of the ship, find the hostages and take them to the lifeboat."

"Set off."

The Quinjet climbed slowly and finally stopped above the launch ship.

The door opened, and Steve and a group of team members airborne.

The sea in the middle of the night is not as calm as it appears. A huge ship is anchored here, the moonlight is bright above the head, and the waves are rolling and sparkling.

There are fully armed mercenaries patrolling the ship from time to time.

In the ship's kitchen, there were more than a dozen technicians in suits squatting in a cramped small space. There were two mercenaries guarding the door with guns. Most of them looked frightened, but they could still remain calm, except for one person. .

"Pie...Pietro, aren't you scared?" Melt, who held his head in his hands and his body was trembling slightly because of fear, glanced at the work badge on the chest of the man next to him and asked in a low voice.

The man named Pietro was wearing a somewhat ill-fitting suit and was sitting on the ground, playing with his fingers.

Hearing someone talking next to him, he said calmly: "No, I'm quite scared."

Melt thought he had gone crazy and turned away from him.

Pietro shrugged boredly.

On the other side, Steve, who was diving directly from a high altitude without a parachute, slowly climbed up the chain of the giant anchor, walked quietly behind a mercenary, and silently strangled him to death.

He started clearing the deck.

The sound of the shield hitting the enemy naturally couldn't escape Pietro's awakened perception. Although he still didn't know what was happening outside, Pietro could sense that he was an incredible guy and couldn't help but laugh.

When the mercenary guarding the door noticed him, he immediately became unhappy. He was so frightened when he saw the two of us standing here, right? Just don't give your brother face.

"Hey, what are you laughing at!" One of the mercenaries picked up a spear with one hand and pointed it at him and shouted.

At this moment, the entire kitchen's eyes were focused on Pietro.

Even Melt, who was beside him, squeezed to the side at this time, staying away from him, for fear that a fire would break out in the city and the fish would be affected.

"What...what, me?" Pietro raised his hands in "fear" and stood up at the same time.

"Yes, it's you. Why were you laughing just now?!" the mercenary said impatiently, "Do you know what the occasion is now? There are so many hostages, and you are the only one!"

"Sir!" Pietro was not annoyed even after being scolded, and made a funny salute gesture, "Actually, I just thought of something happy."

"What are you happy about?"

"Your mummy has been hidden by me!"

After saying that, Pietro suddenly turned into a blurry silver shadow, and quickly knocked the two mercenaries away.

He stopped at the door of the kitchen. When he opened the door, he turned around and smiled: "Those who are not afraid of death can come out now, otherwise, stay here, especially you Melt."

Melt's body trembled when he was called by name, and he was speechless.

Steve ran quickly around the edge of the deck, clearing away enemies, but suddenly a silver shadow passed him quickly and said "on your left" in his ear.

"WTF?" Steve stopped suddenly, why did these words feel so familiar.

He looked at the mercenaries in front of him who were being rushed to pieces, pressed the earphone and said: "Channel 7, is there someone named Sam Wilson in our team?"

"No, what's wrong?" Natasha's voice came from the earphones.

"Ah, it's okay. Then I think we have an extra helper of unknown origin, maybe."

Steve suddenly climbed down the railing, and after knocking down the mercenary below with three strokes, he saw someone looking at him with interest not far away.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 3 Agent, Pietro Maximov?" Steve asked, "Has anyone ever said that to you? That sentence you said after you passed me before?"

"Hahaha, what Mo An said is indeed true. As long as he says that sentence when he passes you, your expression will be very wonderful." Pietro suddenly laughed at this time.

"Moan? So, you are from his side, can you still go to SHIELD as a level three agent?" Steve said.

"So it's just a level three agent," Pietro waved his hand, "Let your people go to the kitchen, I've already cleaned it up."

Steve nodded, pressed the earphone and ordered: "Buller, rush to the kitchen, the place has been cleaned up."

"That's really fast, sir, as expected of you."

"No, you've never seen anyone faster than me." Steve said calmly after glancing at Pietro not far away.

"It doesn't matter what you want, as long as you don't hinder my mission." Steve said.

"Of course, I am also a member of SHIELD after all, but after the captain's mission is completed, can I make some trouble?" Pietro said eagerly: "You know, I just woke up not long ago, and I usually work in God There is no place to use the shield, so I can only take advantage of the morning and evening rush hours to run a few steps."

"...Maybe." Steve, who had already turned around and left, said, "Natasha, are you in position over there?"

"Get in position, captain." Natasha pulled out an iron rod from behind and hit the mercenary on the head, holding down the headset and said.

"The hostages are retreating, Captain, the enemy is still resisting." Buller's voice then came from Steve's headset.

"Retreat first, I'll go find Bartok."

Steve started to run, but before he could take two steps, the glass above suddenly shattered, and the person who jumped down gave him a flying straw.

Steve reacted quickly and quickly raised his shield to block. After taking a few steps back, he saw that his opponent was none other than Bartok.

Without saying a word, Bartok rushed forward to fight Steve, but Steve had no one to fear except those monsters. He immediately punched me and kicked me fiercely.

Being knocked back by the shield for several steps, Bartok said, "You are not just showing off, are you?"

Steve smiled, put the shield behind his back, took off his helmet and threw it aside, "Let's try it."

Bartok laughed ferociously and rushed forward again.

But Steve, who had taken off his helmet, seemed to have unlocked the seal. Bartok, who had been able to hit him back and forth just now, was directly knocked to the ground by a few of his moves.

Bartok wanted to stand up again, but was hugged by Steve who rushed over and knocked into the room behind him. With another punch, Bartok passed out.