Avengers polar silver wolf

22:35 CET

"He's awake, Station Commander Yang."

With the sweet voice of the nurse, the young man lying on the soft and white hospital bed slowly opened his eyes.

A middle-aged Asian man in his forties walked to the bed and said with concern: "You finally woke up."

"I...where am I? What is this place? Who are you?" The young man sat up suddenly and said with hostility.

"Don't be nervous, young man. This is China's Arctic scientific research station, the Yellow River Station. My surname is Yang, and I am the station director here."

Looking at the middle-aged man's kind face, the young man lowered his guard a little and said, "You saved me? How did you find me?"

Upon hearing this, stationmaster Yang's eyes flashed with excitement and he said: "Our scientific expedition team found many aircraft fragments on the beach, and you were lying in a severely deformed cockpit, wearing only a large suit."

The stretch shorts were so exaggerated. When they were delivered, I thought you would have been frozen to death, but it turned out that you were really dead. By the way, what is your name? Soldier, where is your uniform?"

The young man covered his head in confusion and looked troubled. "Don't worry, think slowly. Did you lose your memory in the violent impact? Think carefully about what happened before the plane took off." Stationmaster Yang said with concern.

"I...my name is Anders. I am a lieutenant in the 101st Airborne Division of the Norwegian Air Force. I was sent to test-fly a new fighter aircraft and perform a reconnaissance mission near the Murmansk military port in Russia. On the way, I encountered an engine failure and did not have time to parachute.

It disintegrated in the air. It was you who saved me, I am really grateful." The young man said slowly.

Stationmaster Yang wanted to say something else, but then a young team member came in with a report and said in Chinese: "Stationmaster Yang, there is a foreigner who is eager to see you."

"Well, okay," Station Commander Yang said, "I'll go." Then he turned back to Lieutenant Andrews and said, "Have a good rest. I have something else to do. If you need anything, just tell the medical staff." After that,

Just left.

Seeing Station Master Yang walk out the door, Anders got out of bed and slowly stood up.

"Hey, no, you can't move yet." The nurse who had just entered the door and was about to change the dressing said anxiously.

"It doesn't matter, it's not the first time, don't worry." He said and walked out the door.

"gentlemen……"

"Miss, I want to go out for some air, how should I go?" Andrews turned around and asked.

"Turn right when you go out. The outdoor temperature is now minus 35 degrees. You will freeze to death." The nurse said and put a piece of cold-proof clothing on him.

Looking at this pretty Chinese girl, Anders' heart palpitated and he asked casually: "What's your name, kid?"

"My name is..." The girl immediately blushed and lowered her head, "My name is Zhao Lili, I... I am not a child, I am 24 years old, and I have been working at the Arctic Station for three years. I am a veteran team member here.

"

"Oh, okay, your name is very nice, thank you." Anders smiled and walked out the door.

"Hello……"

Zhao Lili wanted to say something more, but the door was already closed gently.

Walking out of the door of Huanghe Station, the wind blowing from the polar region ruffled Anders' short curly brown hair, but he felt that the wind was ruffling his heart even more.

He carefully wrapped the pink cold-weather clothes around his body, not because of the cold, but because the faint scent of lavender emitted from the clothes touched the softest part of Anders' heart.

The sunlight in the middle of the day is reflected through the snow-white ice caps and passes through the thin mist floating in the air, making people feel warm in their hearts. Just like the red two-story building of the Yellow River Station, it gives people a soft and warm feeling.

"Here, that's Anders, the pilot of the crashed plane." Station Commander Yang's voice came from behind.

Anders turned around and saw Station Commander Yang walking over with a smile, followed by... still following him. He was... no... this... this, it's impossible.

"Cole! Anders shouted.

"Colonel Collester, you have to call me colonel," an officer in a Norwegian Air Force uniform following Station Commander Yang said to the station commander as if he was self-deprecating, "We manage our soldiers relatively loosely, unlike them.

We are like friends, so we get used to them, no matter how big or small they are."

"Hey, your country's respect for human rights is amazing to the world. Only your country can truly persist in its cradle-to-grave policy and develop it to such a high level. This is worth learning from all mankind.

"

"Station Commander Yang, thank you." Colonel Cole Lester walked up to Anders, winked and patted his shoulder pretending to be friendly, "The plane crash was not your fault. Thank God you are still alive."

Anders, you are a hero of the Norwegian Air Force, come home with me, you will receive the most solemn welcome."

"Thank you," Anders and the colonel looked at each other, then calmed down and said, "Dear Colonel Cole Lester."

At this time, the roar of helicopter propellers came from far away, and the wind began to rise slowly on the ground. The thin snow flakes on the ice sheet were blown and scattered around them. At this time, Anders suddenly remembered something and rushed towards the Yellow River Station.

As he left, he saw nurse Zhao Lili standing at the door.

"Thank you for taking care of me," Anders took off the pink cold-weather clothes he was wearing and slowly stretched it out in front of Zhao Lili and said, "I'm going back to China, and I... I will still remember you."

He saw that Zhao Lili's eyes were a little red, and his heart was shocked.

But his heart skipped a beat, and he rushed back to the helicopter that had just stopped without looking back. Zhao Lili held her cold-proof clothes tremblingly. Her thin nurse uniform had already been penetrated by the wind blowing from the Arctic, but she didn't feel it at all.

She felt cold. The boiling blood was churning in her chest. This feeling was so strange. Her eyes were fixed on the slowly rising helicopter until it disappeared into the polar snow and fog floating in the sky. She still couldn't bear to leave for a long time.

go.

On the helicopter, looking at Anders who was looking steadily at the vast ice field outside the window, Colonel Cole Lester said jokingly: "Okay, our Romeo, come out of your romance, dear Bruce.

Professor Banner."

After hearing this, Anders turned back with a smile: "I believe you have a lot to say to me. In fact, I can't wait to hear about your journey to heaven, Agent Phil Coulson."

Downtown Manhattan, New York City 18:23 Eastern Time

"Captain, our informant saw Peter Parker near the Daily Bugle office building." Maria turned back and said to Rogers.

"Yeah." Rogers responded in a low voice, but his eyes were fixed on the dozen or so people carrying extra large black travel bags. Their eyes wandered, although they pretended to be nonchalant.

But as the longest-living person in the world, Rogers could just use this to see the nervous hearts of these people.

Sure enough, not long after more than a dozen people entered, fierce gunshots were heard in the bank, and then a woman covered in blood, covering her right shoulder, stumbled out of the bank and screamed:

"Robbery, help me!"

Then he fell to the ground and twitched. Some of the pedestrians coming and going screamed, some were frightened, some grinned sickly and ran over to watch the fun, while more of them walked past in a hurry. A patrol car

A police car parked on the side of the road, and two police officers examined the woman's injuries and reported the situation anxiously.

"team leader!"

St. John said loudly and dissatisfiedly, "Miss Hill has called you many times."

Maria seemed to have read Rogers' thoughts and said: "This is not our mission. If we don't get to the Daily Bugle in time, Mr. Parker may be missing again."

Rogers remained silent, and St. John added half-jokingly and half-sarcastically: "Captain, I don't know how many things like this happen every day. Now I don't even care about the little spider spider here. You don't really want to interfere, do you?"

Rogers looked at the bank door, which was surrounded by screaming police cars. The policeman hiding behind the opened car door silently crossed himself, and the police chief behind him was worried. The image of Agent Romanoff appeared in front of his eyes again.

The newspaper given to him contained Bullock's questions.

"Captain..." Peter said beside him.

"Come with me?" Rogers looked at Peter's worried and unsure eyes, knowing that this would also be an experience for his future growth.

"Captain, this is not our mission..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a huge explosion, which shattered the glass of the bank, police cars and surrounding buildings hundreds of meters away. Several special police officers were thrown out of the bank gate by the shock wave of the explosion and crashed into the parking lot.

He was struggling painfully beside cars, telephone poles and concrete roads.

"If you don't evacuate three blocks away within ten minutes, we will start killing the hostages. Two extra minutes will be killed. I don't think anyone wants to see it. In addition, we will have a helicopter parked at the bank during the evacuation."

Rooftop. Hurry! You only have nine minutes and twenty seconds."

a man wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a Gatling gun shouted from a broken window on the fifth floor of the bank.

"This is my mission," Rogers said seriously to Maria, then turned to St. John, "What about you? Can you also use your abilities to help these poor people?"

"No, I just want to go to the station and then go back to New Orleans. There are at least a dozen of them. How many lives do you have to defeat them with just two people?"

"Thank you for your concern, but I think it should be unnecessary. Then let's go, Peter, follow me, this is your first battle."

Rogers jumped out of the car and ran towards the bank with police lights flashing randomly. Pete followed Rogers closely.

The piercing sound of the police siren was getting closer and closer. In the past, when encountering such a thing, he would quickly get around it. But this time he was able to use his super power to rush to the front to help people. Looking at the running back of the captain, he felt not only

Instead of the nervousness and panic that I had expected before, I felt that my body was filled with the power of justice.

"Hello, gentlemen, I am..." Rogers came among the police officers. The hood of the police car was temporarily used as a conference table, with a schematic diagram of the internal structure of the bank on it.

"Captain America? Don't be ridiculous. That's just a myth. He has a bigger job to do. Why does he have to do such a small thing personally?" A police officer looked at the handsome face and mocked.

"I heard that the captain lives in Brooklyn. What are you doing in Manhattan? Have all the criminals there been arrested? Come and mind our business." Another police officer also sneered.

"Captain still has a lot of things to do, I know, so it is more valuable for a big hero like this to defend the earth, for example, beat New York to pieces."

"That is, my home has just recovered from the Battle of New York. It was just renovated two days ago. I am warning you that if you are engaged in an alien attack, a foreign self-defense counterattack, etc., go elsewhere, such as Los Angeles, San Francisco or

This is Las Vegas, it’s best to go to the White House and let the president directly issue a commendation order to you. Anyway, don’t go to New York.”

"Yes, get out of New York!" "Why are you trying to be a hero here!" "..." the citizens joining in the fun on the roadside also made a noise when they heard the police's complaints.

After hearing these words, the fire of justice that Peter had just ignited was instantly poured into a pile of mud, and he lowered his head and his face was burning. The corners of Rogers' mouth also trembled slightly, helplessly facing people's questions, accusations, ridicules, and even some people

Rotten apples and empty bottles thrown over.

People have accumulated too much resentment towards these superheroes who are usually aloof and out of reach.

Suddenly there was a gunshot, and someone fired a shot into the air and yelled: "Quiet!"

"Chief..." The arrogant police officer suddenly whispered like a deflated rubber ball. A man who looked like a police officer came to Rogers, stood still, and gave a standard military salute. Rogers hurriedly returned the salute: "You are...

…”

"Hello, Captain Rogers, I am Sergeant George Stancey here. Please forgive the disrespect of my subordinates. They just have too many complaints. Young people, don't be the same as them."

"It doesn't matter, Chief Stacy, I can totally understand. I read today's Daily Bugle. There are some things that are really worthy of reflection by us Avengers, as well as Spider-Man." Rogers said.

"Well, Spider-Man, he was an old friend of mine and a good neighbor of the people of New York. His disappearance is indeed a pity. In fact, only after he is gone can I truly feel how weak our police force in New York is.

." Stacy said sadly.

"Don't worry, Sheriff, Spider-Man, I will definitely get him back. He is the pride of New York and a symbol of the United States. I believe he will be back soon and continue to be your good neighbor. But today we have to

Someone will complete the task for him first."

After Rogers finished speaking, he had already taken the shield into his hands, and the audience fell into silence. After a moment, warm applause erupted. Criticisms and accusations turned into support and encouragement in front of Rogers' sincere words. People shouted "Hero" and "Captain"

", this scene rekindled the fire of hope in Peter's heart. Even St. John in the car in the distance could feel Rogers' extraordinary aura, and his inner conflicting feelings were gradually overwhelmed by his admiration for the captain.

"This is the charm of Rogers." He heard Maria say from the side.

"This is the time, and you are still cheering!" said the man upstairs holding a Gatling gun.

"Is Spider-Man back?" someone on the side whispered.

"No, don't say such unlucky things." But the man holding the Gatling still held the handle of the gun again."

"Well, I've read your information. Basically, almost nothing on this planet can harm you. All you need is perseverance and bravery. If you can do it, you'll be fine." Rogers said to Pete.

.

"Well, I will try my best." Pete said excitedly.

"I'm attacking from above. Sheriff, I need your officers to follow Pete through the front door." Rogers said.

"No... no, there are many technical problems. For example, if you don't have silk, how can you attack from above? Furthermore, the bank hall is very wide, with no barriers or barriers. If you enter directly from the main entrance, wouldn't it be a living target? And..."

A police officer said hurriedly.

"Okay, let the captain arrange everything." Stacy's unarguable tone made the police officers afraid to say anything.

"Ten minutes are running out, so I can't explain the reason to you in detail, so I hope you can do as I say." After Rogers finished speaking, he held the shield again.

"Okay, let's start taking action."

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and stepped on the roof of the police car and rushed towards the bank building. Before the person holding the Gatling above could react what was going on, the captain had already thrown the shield to the outer wall of the third floor.

Above, the shield is embedded straight into the wall nearly ten centimeters thick.

Then he jumped hard on the roof of the last police car, using the shield as a jumping point in the middle. When he took off the second time from the shield, he effortlessly pulled the shield out of the wall and jumped into the fifth floor.

Through the window, the man holding the Gatling was knocked unconscious by a flying kick before he could see what the incoming man looked like.

Then only a few gunshots were heard on the fifth floor, followed by the sound of breaking glass and the screams of criminals. Then Rogers stuck his head out of the last window on the fifth floor and said calmly:

"Pete, what are you waiting for? It's your turn!"

Everyone present, including Peter, was deeply shocked by the captain's series of smooth movements. In their hearts, Captain America was almost a god if not a god.

"My God, this is... amazing." Peter heard the police officer beside him say in admiration.

"Mr. Peter, what should we do?" The police officers all turned their attention to Peter.

Peter shook his body and turned into a metallic color, shining with a silvery cold light under the masculine light. He learned the captain's tone from the surprised eyes of the people and said: "Come on, it's our turn."

So a group of armed policemen followed Pete into the bank from the main entrance. Just as Pete stepped into the bank door, a burst of gunfire came. His body trembled, and the police behind him also trembled. Pete closed his eyes tightly,

It felt like the flickering in front of him was just that, so he slowly opened his eyes and saw countless bullets blooming golden bullets on his body, but he felt almost no pain, and a trace of excitement filled his heart.

However, it was born.

"Come on, gentlemen, follow me, we are about to sprint."

As Peter spoke, he strode towards the gunman who fired the gun. The policemen came to their senses and started to look for other bunkers while raising their guns to fight back. After the policemen behind him had safely entered the bank, Peter began to move more unscrupulously through the hail of bullets.

.

"What is that thing at ten o'clock?!" said one of the gangsters holding an AK47.

As soon as he finished speaking, Peter came to him: "What do you think?"

The gangster immediately dropped his automatic rifle, pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed Peter.

There was only a crisp sound, which felt like a knife being stabbed hard on a stone. The gangster nervously shook the hand holding the knife and howled in pain, but there was not even a scratch on Peter's body.

, several gangsters nearby were stunned and stood there in a daze.

"Do you want to try it too?" Peter looked at these people who were overestimating their abilities arrogantly, and for the first time, he felt a sense of ecstasy in his heart.

(To be continued)