Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 1410: Essence Devourer

Bucky tries to escape, but is stopped by the Panther.

For a moment, the three of them huddled together in the narrow alleyway, punching and kicking, aiming at the vitals.

It's not that Steve and Bucky have murderous intentions, it's just that T'Challa's black panther suit is really hard beyond imagination, and even the bullets from the Desert Eagle can only make him Shake it up.

Conversely, T'Challa didn't care about the life and death of the two of them even more. His sharp claws grazed the flesh several times, and cut Bucky's chest into a lake of blood.

"T'Challa, listen to my explanation!"

Seeing that he was about to be unable to protect his friend, Steve shouted anxiously.

Unfortunately, T'Challa at this time has already been dazzled by anger. He doesn't care about Steve's dissuasion, and even completely ignores his attack. The target is directly at the "murderer" Bucky.

At this moment, a string of machine guns swept through the alleyway.

There was only a loud noise, and then a pair of metal battle armor fell to the ground. The Gatling cannon on the shoulder aimed at the three of them.

"Everyone, stop it!"

A dull voice came from the battle armor: "Put down your weapon and surrender immediately, I don't want to repeat it a second time!"

From the Stars and Stripes painting on the battle armor, it is easy to recognize that this is not Iron Man, but a war machine.

2k

"Rod..." Steve's eyes lit up slightly, and he was about to say something.

"Drop your weapons and surrender now!"

Rhode repeated one side again, his tone aggravated a lot, and even interrupted Steve unceremoniously.

From his tone, one could feel the anger suppressed in his heart.

Steve sighed softly, then gave Bucky a look, and slowly lowered the shield.

Bucky clenched his fist, wanting to resist.

But when the Vulcan cannon on the shoulder armor of War Machine and the miniature rockets on the arm armor all aimed at him alone, Bucky could only choose to give in in the end, unless he wanted to become a puddle of flesh now.

"Your Majesty the King, too!"

Although Rhodes did not point the weapon at him, he still warned severely: "Please put down the weapon, please?"

T'Challa snorted coldly, and slowly took off his helmet.

The FBI vehicle arrived, escorted everyone into the vehicle, and detained Bucky in a special vehicle.

The terrorist who made the explosion, the former Hydra Winter Soldier, James Buchanan Barnes, has been arrested and handed over to the FBI, where he is being held in a special prison.

Although the matter of assisting Bucky in escaping, Steve may face prosecution by the Secretary of State.

But at least for now, he can still sit in the office.

Suppressing his anger, Tony sat opposite him, and the two faced each other, talking about the agreement again.

Just this time... It seems that the two sides are still unwilling to compromise.

Accompanied by fierce quarrels, an invisible rift quietly appeared in the team of the Avengers.

It's just that no one noticed.

A white male wearing a staff uniform unknowingly walked into Bucky's cell.

The moment he saw this man, Bucky faintly felt something was wrong, as if he looked familiar.

Soon, he remembered: "The one who made the explosion...is you!"

The man lifted his peaked cap, revealing a middle-aged face full of vicissitudes, and said with a sneer, "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you, but to ask you a question."

"I have nothing to tell you."

Bucky coldly refused.

"Heh, that's up to you."

The man clicked lightly on the watch, and then said: "Now, we have a few minutes, we can talk."

Shhhhhhh!

The whole building suddenly lost power and fell into darkness.

"Let's talk about your hometown."

The man took out a thick book from his briefcase, and said coldly, "It's not Romania, nor Brooklyn, but...your real home."

When Bucky's eyes fell on that book, the premonition of uneasiness became stronger.

"Desire."

Holding a flashlight, he recited the above text in proficient Russian.

A desire to kill from the heart instantly occupied Bucky's brain, and some kind of distorted consciousness began to erode him, depriving him of his original rationality bit by bit, like turning him into a beast again.

"No...don't say it, stop!"

Bucky already knew that the text read by the other party was the key word for Hydra's brainwashing.

"Rusty, Seventeen, Dawn, Stove, Nine, Kindness."

"Stop it!

! "Bucky broke the metal shackles, his eyes were red like a beast, and he smashed the toughened bulletproof glass with his fist.

Bang! boom! boom!

One punch after another, creating terrifying cracks.

"Back to the motherland, one, the train carriage!"

Just as the man uttered the last word, Bucky shattered the cell and knelt on the ground staggeringly.

And when he stood up again, his eyes had completely lost their brilliance, as stiff as a puppet, and he stood there blankly.

"Soldier."

The man retracted the book and walked to Bucky.

"Willing...to obey!"

Bucky's eyes were dull, and he answered like a machine.

"Mission debriefing, December 16, 1991."

Amidst the flashing red alarm light, the man slowly asked this question.

...

Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen.

A white male in a neat suit, about seventy years old, with silver hair, walked into the door with a broken wooden sign on the corner of the street with a cane.

After stepping into the deep withered dark red wooden door, the white man took off his top hat, looked at the surrounding furnishings, and then his eyes fell on the man behind the long table, saying: "I don't know what to call it? Or like other people?" Same, call you the boss?"

"The name is just a code name, it doesn't matter what you call it."

Lord behind the long table smiled slightly and said, "Welcome to our store, adhering to the principle of equivalent exchange, what do you want to get? Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Mr. Nick Fury."

This visitor who came rashly is Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury said calmly: "I want...the power to solve this crisis."

"Mr. Fury, your description is a bit general."

Lord narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "What you call 'this crisis'...is it the group of Skrulls who invaded the earth, or another crisis hidden in the darkness?"

"What's the difference?" Fury asked.

"Yes, there is a big difference."

Lord leaned back, leaned on the sofa, crossed his fingers and said, "If it's a Skrull, all you need is your cat."

"What if it's... the second one?"

Fry continued to ask.

"The second..."

Lord shook his head ~IndoMTL.com~ chuckled lightly: "Even if you sell the earth, I'm afraid you can't afford it."

"So serious?!"

Furry's calm expression finally changed.

Although he expected it to be serious, he never expected that it would be so serious.

According to the principle of equivalent exchange, even the value of the entire earth...how terrible is the crisis that cannot be resolved?

"Let's talk about the Skrull deal first."

Lord smiled slightly, got up slowly from his seat, and said: "I can give you a powerful force beyond imagination, which is enough to eliminate the crisis of the Skrulls, but only if...you You have to give that cat to me."

"Essence Devouring Beast...you really know it."

In the depths of Fury's eyes, there was a trace of deep fear.