Avengers polar silver wolf

...A young and petite female reporter was frantically looking for room to stand among the crowd in front of the White House.

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"First, the X-Men were wiped out, and then the Sokovia Accords caused the entire Avengers to fall apart, and a civil war broke out in Berlin. These were the heroes who had protected the earth, and they were forced to kill each other. At the critical moment,

Who is going to protect the earth, you guys? You fat nerds who are drinking Coke and eating fast food at home? Or are you guys who have no strength in your hands, can't carry it on your shoulders, can't lift it in your hands? Today is the day

Spider-Man Memorial Day, Spider-Man will sacrifice, and he was tied up with his own spider webs and hung on the streets of New York. Isn't this enough to alert the government? Well, now that they are gone, it is our missiles and anti-aircraft machine guns that will see them off, maybe

Next time it will not only be New York, but also Los Angeles, Seattle and even Washington. Who can stand up and protect the United States in the first place?!"

In the live broadcast room of the talk show, the guests angrily threw the manuscripts in their hands above their heads, and the papers fell like snowflakes, but the guest seats were already empty.

"What kind of government forced the Avengers to side with Magneto, who assassinated the president? I want to ask them, how could they become treasonous sinners after they dedicated everything to this country?! If God could see it,

Please give these ungrateful, selfish and insidious people the punishment they deserve..."

At the Avengers training center in New York, Eddie Brock held the reporter's microphone tightly and shouted to the camera. But before he could finish speaking, several soldiers forcibly came forward and took the microphone from his hand, and then ordered the camera to be turned off.

“Thaddeus Ross, the Secretary of State of the United States who has been in close contact with the Avengers and worked hard to promote the signing of the Sokovia Accords, has mysteriously disappeared for three days. As a result, the daily operations of the government have reached a deadlock. It is difficult for us to believe that he is in a high position.

At this time, he chose to escape. It is reported that Secretary of State Ross took away Iron Man Tony Stark and Bucky Barn, the Winter Soldier who is still comatose due to the terrorist attack in New York on the 22nd, from the Avengers training center three days ago.

Sri Lanka, based on the above intelligence, we can infer that the Secretary of State is really related to the violent expulsion of the Avengers. We don’t know now. However, at today’s press conference, White House Press Office Director Rafael said that the government has organized a joint investigation team to investigate the case.

Thaddeus Ross is conducting a thorough investigation and evidence collection, the FBI and CIA are also working hard to find the whereabouts of the Secretary of State, and Congress is also..."

The secret prison ship "Arkham"

Seeing what the news media said, Ross calmly touched the virtual keyboard on his desk to turn off the TV. Suddenly he rubbed his face vigorously, and then angrily grabbed the gold submarine model ornament on the table and threw it towards the door.

It broke into pieces on the door frame and almost hit the secretary who came in.

Why on earth was Secretary Ross panting with anger and his eyes red? The secretary knew it very well, but he was still frightened because of the blow just now. If it was really hit on the head, he would probably be shot on the spot.

"Secretary of State……"

"What's the matter?! It better not be bad news. I've received enough bad news today." Ross said before the secretary could speak.

"No, no, the oxygen concentration in the cabin is currently below 35%. We need to float up for air, but there is a ship about 20 nautical miles away from us, and according to confidentiality regulations..."

"When you say this, I also feel that the office is a little stuffy. What kind of ship is that?" Ross pulled the tie at the collar and loosened it hard to make his breathing easier.

"Sonar detection shows that it is a 50,000-ton ocean-going cargo ship."

"Okay, fuck the confidentiality rules. Come up quickly. You don't need to come out of the water to breathe. In fact, you just need to keep a distance of about 5 nautical miles from it. It can't see anything in these 20 nautical miles. Go quickly. I won't do it either.

Desperately need some fresh air."

"Okay, I'll convey it right away."

"Wait a minute," Ross suddenly stopped the secretary when he turned around and said, "Is Stark in the cell now..."

"Well," the secretary replied, looking down at his watch, "this is the prisoner's break time. He should be in the central hall now."

"Well, okay, you go ahead." Ross stared at the documents on the table and said without even raising his head.

"Avengers -" he muttered viciously, tapping twice on the paper with the details of the escape of the Kumbre fighter provided by the military in the Avengers training center, "You really pissed me off, don't blame me.

You're welcome to your Tony Stark."

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Lemurian sea-based satellite launch ship

"The only thing on this boat that I can't forget is this trout. After all, it is often near the Arctic Circle. The meat of this fish is particularly fresh, look at the texture." Wilson slowly opened up a whole piece of golden pan-fried trout meat with a fork, revealing the inside.

Layers of white, tender and juicy internal texture.

"This kind of fish that grows in ice water is indeed different. The last time I ate it was in Norway, and the same goes for salmon there. There is a Japanese restaurant there that uses freshly caught salmon. That was my first time.

Eating sashimi, no, it should be the first time I eat raw fish. The taste is indeed the most original mellow and sweet, not processed at all, the original taste of nature." Eric Lensher said.

He skillfully used a knife and fork to cut the trout in front of him into regular small pieces while speaking seriously.

"Mr. Lensherr also stayed in Norway?" Wilson said and stuffed a large trout steak into his mouth.

"Yes, it must have been close to 20 years ago. I have traveled to all five continents. In fact, I am very similar to Professor Bruce Banner, or more like the Hulk. I have wanted to live an ordinary life many times.

, hiding myself. But for various reasons, as long as I am discovered, it will be bloody. It is not because I have any evil intentions, but just because I am Magneto. Human beings are afraid of things they do not understand, and they are also afraid of powerful power.

But in their hearts they hope they have this kind of power, which is such a community of contradictions." After speaking, Lancel picked up a small piece of fish meat with a fork, put it into his mouth and chewed it carefully, looking at the vastness outside the porthole with his deep eyes.

Arctic ice cap.

The sunlight passes through the extremely transparent atmosphere and reflects dazzling white light on the ice cap, making the entire world outside the portholes shine brightly against the blue sky and sea water.

The secret prison ship "Arkham"

"Is that ship too close? It has been closing the distance with us. It is now less than 15 nautical miles." The first mate of the prison ship said worriedly, staring at the ship pattern on the radar screen.

"There are nearly 200 prisoners on our ship. The oxygen content inside is now less than 30%. The oxygen concentrator cannot cope with such a large demand for oxygen. I suggest we float now. If it is as far as Ramsey said,

If it's getting closer and closer, it's better to stop the ship now to get some air." The third officer said thoughtfully.

"This is the largest submarine in the world. The ventilation process lasts ten minutes. Within these ten minutes, we are a living target. As long as we are discovered, whether it is the Russians or terrorists, it will be fatal to us."

the second mate retorted.

"If we follow the current trajectory, how long will it take before we meet?" the captain, who had been silent, asked the staff on the side who were doing precise calculations.

"At the current speed of 30 knots, we expect to meet in 10 minutes."

"It will be more dangerous if you go further down. Captain, stop the ship now. This is also Secretary Ross's order." The third officer said anxiously.

"Well..." The captain looked at the intersection of the two projected trajectories on the screen, and after thinking for a while, he said to the main control pilot, "Increase it to 40 knots. We will quickly dive 100 meters and then pass the intersection before surfacing for air."

."

"Captain, I don't know how long the current oxygen level will last if the prisoners in the prison are so densely packed. We all feel obvious chest tightness in the cockpit," the third officer advised.

"This is the most consistent with confidentiality regulations. 40 knots is the top speed. Few submarines in the world can reach this speed. Hanks, increase the output power of nuclear reactor units 1 and 2 to the highest level." The first mate said.

Use the microphone to speak to the nuclear reactor crew members.

The central hall is a circular area surrounded by numerous prison room modules. It is used as a daily place for prisoners to relax and eat. However, although it is the largest submarine in the world, the internal space is still extremely limited, and the small hall can only accommodate all 200 prisoners.

Split meals and activities in batches.

"Those who have to move should hurry up, and those who haven't finished eating should hurry up. Those of you who eat slowly are always the ones who eat slowly every time. If you can't finish eating within half an hour, you won't eat all day tomorrow.

"

A prison guard whose face was completely obscured in airtight hoodies banged on a metal table fixed to the ground and shouted through a mini loudspeaker worn on his chest.

The hall, which was originally bustling with people, was silent for a moment, except for the whispers of the prisoners and the crisp sounds of knives and forks clashing with metal plates. People who were chewing and chewing became much more polite while eating.

Behind him were prison guards who were also wearing heavy protective clothing, holding batons and stun guns on their chests. They beat the prisoners who blocked them in the already crowded hall. The prisoners tried their best to prevent them from being beaten.

The two sides squeezed away, making way for the patrolling prison guards to make way for a wide path.

"I&#"

Nick Fury, who was sitting at the outer table, had his dinner plate knocked to the ground by the sudden crowd, and he cursed angrily.

"Eat my half, I really can't bear the fishy smell." Tony Stark, who was sitting at the opposite table, naturally pushed his plate in front of Fury.

"Fishy smell? You're putting it too politely. As a billionaire, you can smell the fish already stinking without eating it. My stomach hasn't calmed down in the past few days. I've been vomiting and having diarrhea," Fury said.

As he spoke, he pushed the plate back in front of Stark, "You can eat it, I have no appetite."

"I ate something ten times more disgusting than this in that cave. Do you know how I survived the Ten Rings helpers?"

"What's more disgusting than this fish that's almost moldy? What did you eat?" Fury looked sadly at the embarrassment of this once powerful and spendthrift rich man.

"Believe me, you don't want to know. The only way to survive is to eat. It doesn't matter what you eat. To that extent, cockroaches can ensure the supply of human protein. Fortunately, the cockroach production in that cave is still very high.

"." Stark carefully placed the blackened fish on the green iron baguette slices and poured a little bit of the fish soup on it.

But before he could put it into his mouth, a baton came down and knocked the plate in front of him upside down. The fishy smell immediately filled his body.

"It's time, I eat so slowly, and you're the only one left every time. Look at how virtuous you are, and you're still holding your airs. Stand up! Follow the crowd back to your kennel!!" The leading prison guard commanded.

say.

Stark didn't even look at him. He opened his mouth and tried to put the bread and fish in his hands into his mouth.

"Fuck it! I told you to stand up, it's time!"

As he spoke, he hit the hand holding the bread hard with a stick. Suddenly, Stark felt that his entire hand was numb.

Nick Fury also stood up suddenly at the same time, but at least four prison guards nearby quickly forced him down on the table.

"You all have to die, you beasts!" Fury's head was pressed firmly on the oily table, and Fury shouted with all his strength.

"45, 46, 47, 48..." Stark was unusually calm, muttering the numbers.

"What?" the leading prison guard asked impatiently, putting his head to Stark's mouth.

"59,60, it's only 17:21 in the evening. It's just 24 minutes, and you rushed us back to the cell. It's much earlier than the usual 27 or 8 minutes. Did something happen?" Star?

Ke used his other hand to forcefully reset the dislocated joint of his hand that had just been hit with a baton with a "click" sound, but there was no expression on his face.

"Why..." The leading prison guard looked a little panicked at the colleague behind him who had just finished reading the watch on his wrist. The colleague nodded mechanically.

"This is impossible!" He said and grabbed his colleague's wrist hard.

17:21:06

!

"You were stunned for two seconds, looked back for one second, spoke for three seconds, and I spoke for two seconds. It should be 08 seconds now." Stark said calmly and expressionlessly.

"Damn it, when did he look at his watch?!" the leading prison guard said angrily.

"One of your prison guards likes to lean on the railing and look at his mobile phone while he is on guard. Also, although your shift changes are randomly arranged, the shift time is repeated every three days, at 8 o'clock in the morning.

, 9 o'clock, 10 o'clock, and so on for one hour, and then return to 8 o'clock on the fourth day and start again."

"You..." The prison guard was so angry that he was about to raise his baton to vent his emotions.

With a "stop", his rounded stick hung about 10 centimeters above Stark's head.

The prison guards all looked back and saw that all the prisoners had returned to their rooms. They were the only ones left in the hall with Secretary of State Thaddeus E. Ross, who was wearing a straight suit and carrying two soldiers with live ammunition.

"Yes, Secretary of State..." The leading prison guard put away his baton and led other prison guards to line up and stand aside.

"Stark, long time no see," Secretary of State Ross said with a wicked smile, "Are you still used to living here?"

"Thanks to you, the stay is not bad. Nick and I have separate rooms to rest every night. Although I only saw you for the second time here, there are cameras everywhere. You should see me every day."

Stark said as he wiped the fish meat and soup off his body.

"I've been free recently, but I'm still very busy as Secretary of State."

"Really? So what has the Secretary of State been busy with during the past three days when he has been out of contact? Hasn't he been working as a nanny and security guard for us?" Stark stood up and looked directly into Ross's eyes and said, "You should really call your men.

We should talk less, grown men gossip all day long, I really don’t want to know what is going on outside.”

"Hahaha, Stark's ears are really sharp," Ross said scornfully, "I will educate them later, and I will ask you to help testify when the time comes. I believe in Iron Man's judgment. When the time comes,

Whichever one you point to, I will take it and throw it outside to feed the killer whales."

"No problem, I'm always waiting for you." Stark glanced at the row of prison guards. Two of them had obvious signs of trembling legs, and then continued to stare into Rose's eyes and said, "It's not easy for you to come to see me once.

Do you want me to help you catch the paparazzi? Something happened, right?"

"Something happened? What could happen?" Ross curled his lips disdainfully.

"The oxygen concentration is basically over 20% now. Didn't you feel that you were a little out of breath when you just spoke? In addition to the oxygen concentration, there is another reason why you are out of breath, which is that the air pressure has increased significantly. The submarine is now at least

After diving for 100 meters, and still diving under this oxygen concentration, you look at the people in the surrounding room. They are unable to stand still, and the one lying on the ground seems to have lost consciousness, and then...

"

Suddenly, there was a push that made Stark quickly hold on to the chair fixed on the ground. If the two soldiers around him hadn't supported him in time, Thaddeus Ross, who was nearly 70 years old, would have fallen to the ground.

"What? General Ross, you are from the military, so you should be very sensitive to speed. Now our submarine can basically reach a speed of close to 80 kilometers per hour, which is almost catching up with surface ships." Stark leaned against the dining table and said.

"Submarine? How did you know this was a submarine?!" Rose's back went cold.

"What? Is it difficult to guess? Thaddeus, look at the wires and pipes above your head, the entire enclosed and narrow cabin, the smell is so strong, and the increasingly thin air and high pressure. It's difficult to guess.

? I don’t believe that the government would be so poor to take such pains to imprison these extremely dangerous criminals, and use such a small boat, and it is absolutely impossible for such a small boat to remain so stable at sea, and..."

"That's enough!!" Ross could no longer hold back the expression on his face, and the suppressed anger burst out in an instant, "Tony Stark, how dare you be so arrogant without the armor? I don't think you really are.

Have tasted life worse than death, Captain Raymond!"

"arrive!"

"Let him have a taste of the stun gun."

"Yes!" The leading prison guard shouted out all his dissatisfaction with Stark with all his strength, "Get ready-"

Ross whispered to the soldiers behind him: "Ask me on the bridge what's going on. My order was to come up for air immediately. Why is it like this now? I can't even breathe anymore."

At this time, the eight prison guards had simply raised their guns and aimed at Stark.

"Are you crazy? Do you really want his life?!" Nick Fury shouted, pushing away the prison guards who were blocking him, and stood in front of Stark.

"I'm not forcing you, Mr. Director. Since you're here, just add 16 electric shock bombs to show respect." Ross put away the uneasiness he felt when he just spoke to the soldiers, and put a smile on his face again.

"It's an honor to fight side by side with you in the end, boss." Stark's low but firm voice sounded from behind Nick's ear.

Fury felt a pain in his heart. This was the first time that the rebellious Avenger called himself "Boss" like other SHIELD agents. This title reminded him of Agent Coulson's death on the Helicarrier.

The last name you used to call yourself before.

Coulson faked his death and is now back in the Alliance, but these 24 high-voltage electric shock bombs are enough to kill an adult elephant, and the two humans were mortal and lost the protection of their armor. Stark is just an ordinary person.

And I have always been.

It seemed that both of them were going to die today.

At the moment when eight prison guards pulled the trigger, Stark suddenly used all his strength to push the unprepared Nick Fury to the side. Only one of the eight electric shock bombs hit the table leg behind Fury.

The remaining seven all landed firmly on Stark's body.

"Tony!!" Fury turned around and shouted.

"Don't touch me!!!" Stark's whole body was twitching violently, foaming at the mouth but he said clearly hysterically.

"I...we...two...two...one...must...one...one...live...live..." Stark tried his best to control his consciousness, and his body moved...

He said twitching in an extremely twisted posture.

"Tony...Tony, I can't do it, I..." Nick Fury looked at Stark in front of him and burst into tears. At this time, his mind was filled with the scenes that recruited him to join the Avengers. The two sat down

On the recliner, Stark was wearing a suit and sunglasses, biting a hot dog on a donut model. The boy who was young and unruly at the time was now...

"Impossible, Tony! When I recruited you into the Avengers project, I swore an oath to your father's portrait to ensure your safety. The same goes for every Avenger, and I, the director, am no exception!" Nick

·Fury said as he took off his clothes, the red blood and thick scars all over his body were shocking.

"Come on!!" Fury shouted.

The criminals in the surrounding rooms were full of admiration and resentment as they banged on the transparent steel curtain wall and shouted along with Nick Fury.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Hurry up!!" Raymond yelled at the eight helpless prison guards.

Then he used the intercom to say to the control room: "Release 300ml pepper spray in all rooms, quick!!"

Amidst violent coughing and painful howls, eight prison guards closed their eyes and pulled the trigger on Nick Fury.

Five hits and three misses.

Fury then foamed at the mouth like Stark, trembled violently and fell down.

"What are you three doing? Are you trying to miss me so close?!!"

Raymond angrily tore off his helmet and threw it to the ground with all his strength. His eyes were red and furious like a demon, and he hit the three prison guards who missed the shot with the baton in his hand.

"If you don't want to be thrown outside to feed the killer whales, please make up for me now! Stand in front of him. If this misses again, I will do what I say!!" Raymond grabbed the three prison guards one by one to the ground.

In front of a twitching Nick Fury.

"Report, Colonel Rhodes!" On the bridge of the "Lemuria" satellite launch ship, an analyst suddenly said, making James Rhodes, who had been deep in thought, feel nervous.

"What happened, tell me quickly." Rhodes hurriedly approached the analyst's computer screen.

"The prison ship is now suddenly sinking and starting to accelerate, as if it wants to quickly get around us." The analyst pointed to the two tracks on the screen and said.

"Bobby, the Kun fighter has been stowed into the cabin, right?" Rhodes turned to another staff member who was operating the computer.

"Yes, according to SHIELD's highest confidentiality agreement, the Kun fighter jets were taken back into the cabin of the 'Lemuria Star' along with the satellite launch pad after the random personnel disembarked. We have also carefully arranged the current appearance.

, the container numbers placed outside the ship can be traced to the specific company and business. Although they are all shell companies, the customs clearance procedures for the goods are complete and there are no problems."

"Then the prison ship's alertness is too high," Rhodes muttered, then turned back to the analysts in front, "If we change the course now, they will definitely be alert."

"That's right. The current distance between us is about 5 nautical miles. The prison ship's speed is 40 knots. A submarine of this size has basically reached its top speed. It is estimated that we will reach our planned rendezvous location in three minutes."

"What's wrong? Colonel Rhodes." At this moment, Steve Rogers walked quickly into the bridge, followed by Sam Wilson and Eric Lensherr.

Rhodes turned back, glanced at Lansheer and then said to Rogers: "Let's take a step to talk. I feel that Mr. Lansheer's identity is not suitable to enter this area and not suitable to know the content of our current conversation."

"Don't look at people with colored glasses like this. At present, rescuing Tony Stark is our primary goal. At this time, we should unite more." Wilson said dissatisfiedly before Rogers could speak.

"Colonel Rhodes, I think what I just said is very clear, and Tony also believes in Mr. Lansheer. Since he has followed us to this point, I don't want to hide anything from him." Rogers said firmly.

said.

"Can……"

"It's okay, I'll go back to the room. If you need anything, let me know."

Seeing this, Rhodes wanted to refute something, but was caught off guard by Lancel's compromise.

"Now you can tell me, Roddy, what went wrong." Wilson said impatiently.

Rhodes kept his eyes fixed on the camera in the cabin, and after making sure that Lansher had gone far enough, he said: "I'm sorry, I have to make sure that the plan is foolproof. I am really sorry for Mr. Lansher's sudden change...

…”

"Let's just talk about the situation." Rogers said without any argument.

James Rhodes felt that the clown was him, curled his lips, and briefly explained the current situation.

"Now they have reached the intersection," the analyst said.

"That means we won't be able to meet them again if we don't change our course, right?" Rogers asked with a frown.

"Yes, captain, they accelerated through our expected rendezvous point, and once we change course, we will be noticed immediately. They are now at a depth of 300 meters. The insulation material painted on their hulls will sneak into us once they react.

Our existing detection equipment cannot capture a depth of 500 meters." The analyst quickly made various possible calculations on the computer keyboard.

"Then let's..."

"Calculate now when it will be closest to us." Rogers asked as soon as Rhodes opened his mouth.

"Well, fortunately, the trajectory we originally set was an arc, so... there are still 4 minutes and 23 seconds left, and the shortest distance is 0.68 nautical miles, which is 1.23936 kilometers."

"But his current speed is 40 knots. There is no time to catch up with him in the shortest distance. Unless we also speed up, we should be able to buy as much time as possible." Rhodes finally got to the point.

"But our sudden acceleration will have the same effect as changing direction, and the other party will also be alert." Wilson retorted.

"So we can only speed up slowly." Rogers said slightly helplessly.

"Our current speed is 33 knots. If we increase the speed evenly, we can probably guarantee it to be around 38 knots." The main helmsman said while holding the accelerator handle.

"If calculated according to this, the closest distance can be reduced to 0.43 nautical miles, and we have 54 seconds to shorten the distance to within 1 nautical mile." The analyst immediately displayed the calculated closest range on the main screen.

"When does this one minute start?" Rogers asked.

"I'm sorry, captain, 10 seconds have passed now, and there are 43 seconds left."

"Oh my God, this is really..." Wilson was so anxious that he couldn't speak.

"Where's the direction?" Rogers asked in a calm tone.

"The port side of the ship is 38.6 degrees, but the depth has reached 354.78 meters."

"The actual length is the distance between the depression angle and the hypotenuse," Rhodes said.

"Well, if the prison ship does not continue to dive deep, then the shortest distance is about 871.81 meters." The analyst immediately came up with the result.

As soon as the analyst finished speaking and turned around, there was no one behind him.

On the side of the ship, Wilson followed closely behind Rogers and used the microcomputer on his arm to calculate the specific position. Red Wing had already flown over the sea not far away: "Yes, it is directly below Red Wing. Red Wing is currently following.

"

"Captain, are you sure about the submarine traveling at a high speed of 354 meters?" Wilson asked timidly.

"I don't know," Rogers smiled easily, "but this is the only chance, and I have to try my best."

After saying that, he jumped up and dived into the sea like a seagull that had found its prey, leaving only a tiny splash where it entered the sea, which was quickly smoothed away by the waves.

"Where's the captain?" Rhodes, now wearing a war machine suit, flew in front of Wilson.

"It's too slow, Roddy. The captain has already jumped. Is your armor waterproof?" Wilson asked.

"I've done enough homework for this rescue, and I'm going to help the captain now." With that said, he followed Rogers into the water and flew into the sea.

The war machine traveling in the sea is no less than flying in the air. The jet device under his feet produces a ring of snow-white bubbles suspended in the sea as he accelerates. Clusters of fish are swept away by the huge sea water.

The waves scattered in shock, and Captain America, carrying a shining silver shield, was not far away.

"Captain, hold my shoulders, I'll take you to catch up." Rhodes' voice sounded in Rogers' tiny earphones.

When Rogers turned around, his face was a little red due to the long period of holding his breath and the high pressure brought by the deep sea, Rhodes had already hugged him firmly and accelerated to fly deeper.

If this kind of extreme speed deep dive were used by ordinary people, they would definitely burst due to the pressure inside and outside the body. Even Captain America's face became increasingly red and swollen, but he still gritted his teeth and held his breath while staring with red eyes.

Looking at the huge black shadow not far away——

The "Arkham" prison ship is right in front of you.

"Report, an unknown object was found approaching rapidly."

On the bridge of the prison ship, the radar monitor suddenly said.

"What?" The second officer immediately came closer to check, "Looks like this... a torpedo?"

(To be continued)